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Lord, you have shown me there could possibly be.
Unseen Spirits that can be influencing me.
These spirits can affect, my family members too.
There’s victory in you, Jesus, so I come to you.
In Joel 2:32, you said: “whosoever calls on your name!”
You would deliver, or rescue, that promise, I now claim.
Lord, it is your promise, so I know that it’s true.
No matter the spirit, it must yield to you.
Father, please do this for me, it's something I cannot do.
Heal my heart and my mind, so I can become new.
I come to you, Lord, running because you’re my strong tower.
Make me strong spiritually, through your mighty power.
Dress me in your Armor, against all of Satan’s schemes.
Protect and guide me through things, seen and unseen.
Place your belt of truth, Lord, firmly around my waist.
Secure your Breastplate of righteousness in its right place.
Fit me with shoes of readiness, through your Gospel of peace.
Cause all anxiety and depression in me finally to cease.
Give me your shield of Faith, Lord, deflecting flaming arrows away.
The ones of doubt, about your word and the ones that Satan says.
Teach me how to use your sword, by daily speaking your word.
As our Jesus taught his Disciples, it’s not just read, it is heard.
Let my head, Lord, be covered, by the helmet of your Salvation.
I request this, Father, as your child, one of your creation.
Please remind me, when I forget, that I should pray at all times.
So, you can bring healing, and cleanse, the dirt in my mind.
Father, I believe you have heard me, and I now make this claim.
“I DECLARE THAT ME AND MY HOUSE ARE SET FREE NOW, IN JESUS’S NAME!”
Why am I so quirky when it comes to my daily routine?
for I always thought these things could go unforeseen.
Last night I pulled out a microwavable meal of cuisine,
looked at the time to cook and threw it in the oven hot,
throw the container out then immediately forgot!
How long do I cook it for, I just read it, or did I not?
When it comes to second guessing, I am the queen!
The phone rings and I get excited and I start to pace,
run around like Scooby-Doo, sweat pouring down my face.
I get dizzy circling around and my steps I try to retrace,
but I really should be concentrating on my conversation.
Why do I always put myself in this unusual situation?
I honestly think my head needs an immediate examination.
So I hand up and say goodbye, my silence I embrace.
In the car I Bluetooth on shuffle my favorite songs,
a song to make me feel weepy, a song to feel strong.
Then I skip through them to the one I wanted all along,
and wonder, “why did I shuffle in the first place anyway
when I already knew what songs I wanted to play?"
Man, I love Pearl Jam and adore that Stevie Ray!
I think about my manic brain and wonder what is wrong!
Yes I can be erratic and odd in an unconventional fashion,
and at times I lose my mind and run out of ration.
But no matter what people think of me I’m full of compassion.
My hubby thinks I’m beautiful, yet offbeat and bizarre,
and maybe at times I can be different and off par.
I may not be “normal” yet to me I’m a superstar---
but I love my idiosyncrasies...being quirky is my passion!
Quirky Things That Confound and Confuse Me
July 6, 2018
Underground French café
Sun has gone astray,
Gone home for the night,
I sit in dim half-light
Seated alone in my booth
Feel calm, distant, aloof
Cool breeze coming from
The creaky door at the front
Live jazz, delicately playing
In the background, I’m swaying
Laid back, to the beat
The hi-hat moves my feet
The snare and the kick
Compel my fingers to click
Index digit taps on my table
Only here is where I’m stable
Amongst all the others
Alone, like me, not bothered
Atmospheric transition,
Here I am free, before in work-prison
Stuck in the daily grind
Working the dreaded nine to five
It tries to steal my mind
Sucks away my precious Jazz time
Misty room; smoky and sensual
My time, Jazz is my cherished jewel
Oozing class, style and flair;
Sophisticated; naturally debonair
That cannot be imitated
Its natural, not replicated
It’s Jazz, ‘Hmmmm’, I relax
I sit back,
“Chillax”
Waitress strolls by, I sip my drink,
Feet up, no one cares, at least I think
Sultry singer takes to the stage
I smile and lean back, an audience awaits
Blissful sounds escape her lips
I hear the purest Jazz you could ever wish
I close my eyes, and think of the notes
Hear the song this singer conceived and wrote
The Jazz dream; she unmistakably has captured it,
The song she sings,
Well, you’ve just read it….
The Jazz Dream….
Every time I sat down to write you a poem
Don't know why but my lines couldn't catch its rhythm,
All these years I have been sharing my feelings through my words,
But when it comes to you I don't know why my vocab couldn't find the letter you deserve,
After a long thinking I finally found some,
Just read it cause talking to you kind of makes my heart feels numb,
Whenever I put a story one or two
Sometimes just sometimes it's directed to you,
I tried really hard to ignore you whenever you were around
Cause little did you know it's your eyes that made me want to drown,
Minutes after minutes my eyes searched the room for you
Deep down wishing you see me too,
I don't think you remember sending hearts to my poem one day,
But that simple gesture is something I still can't forget anyway,
I wanted to confess but a part of me believed you didn't think of me more than a classmate
Call me hopeful but I still think meeting you was somewhere written in our fate,
All I wished a little time with you or a few talks more
To say a couple of words I couldn't say before,
But now it feels the words are better off left unsaid,
Cause we both have a separate beautiful journey ahead,
I have a lump in my throat
I don't know if she even knows it
I have this hole in my heart
Girl,will you ever fall in my arms
I look at the textbook and it looks back at me
We both smile,b'cos we know this has to be it
This is love,Life's greatest mystery
I never felt this just read it in history
I have a lump in my throat
I am smiling but my face is hidden under the coat
The coat which is wet,wet of my tears
The thought of losing you is my only fear
Your long brown hair and those dazzling black eyes
Even though i know what to do,I take your advice
I know my jokes are stupid,even though you say they aren't
That beautiful smile is what i'm living for
I have this lump in my throat
When Ill propose you...and you wanna say no
Then give me a boat
Come with me to the river Nile,I wanna drown there
But the last thing i wanna see is your beautiful smile
Or else you can give me poison
I'll drink it like wine
'Cos I can't think of living life,If you aren't mine
I have a lump in my throat and now you know why
Please say yes or Give me a knife
I'd rather be dead than be alive
I have this lump in my throat..............
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Poetry is the world of creative minds
Some words quite short-lived
Support and respect is what you need to give
Poets are possessed of senses
That allowed them to perceive
Read it with a thoughtful mind and you will receive
For tomorrow is never yesterday
Far beyond what words can say
Or any eyes could see
Keep reading just do not believe me
We have perception and knowledge
That is what makes us skilled and polished
Like water the words flow
Very gifted as a prophet as well;
Friend to Gods and heroes,
With so many tales to tell?
I do not depend on man’s well-being or material prosperity
It is like trying to cure the outward symptoms and neglect the main cause of the malady
Poetry is generally viewed as the look of human joys and sorrows
I will always put pen to paper whether it is today or tomorrow
Poetry has reached a higher level of consciousness and inspiration
There is no other explanation
It renovates a satisfying experience and delights
That is why I love to write
Home to a thousand hearts, blindly writting to inspire
Feelings, love, lament and even to their own desire
A bowl it is, for letters of framed words, bonded by love itself leave the vessel of affection
A true poetic heart always sings to please, never for self attention
Let's the stars fall from the skies
Surely I say unto you that a fellow poet shall write of the stars very cries
Bonded by heart and ink
Alike we all see, and rejoice in the act of our own speaking hearts, we think
See for thy self for fresh soup is delivered daily for you to feed on
As new poems take place in the latest ranks so does our hunger for literature
Creating, uplifting but always in the name of this our hearts art we write
Take part in the soup, for it feeds the hungry souls that seek only to connect
Open arms are awaiting to embrace the words spoken by your very heart, so tight
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Prayer, many says it works
And yet not one of mine have been answered
It's a confusing feeling
everyone says that time will answer prayers
yet not even my youngest prayers have been answered
I just don't believe this is right
should someone go through life this way
I don't believe so
seeing one of my own die
Not being able to even find a love
even though many say I am like the perfect guy
Its hard to believe
Maybe there is a bigger meaning to all of this
Maybe I haven't been a good person
But why would it make GOD reject me
I guess this I will never know
I guess I will give up hope
And live my life the way I should
I will probably end up in a gutter
Either dead or close to it
But no one will care or miss me
If you try to give me a religious comment i will get mad... just read it and move on... Im tired of all you
bigots out there that think you can judge me
" GOD UNDERSTANDS WHEN MAN DON'T " " Whatever I have did or have done in this life, " God " still loves me, and forgives me to a tee." ( but), Man like and his love, soon turns to hate, this people is so easy to see, " God" loves you and me, oh, yes he does, he really loves his - not- so- perfect, Ms. Tree"s." Just realize this: " God undersatnds when man don't." Just read it in the bible and you will get straight to the point. Whenever I make mistakes, all I have to do is get down on my bended knees and say a prayer that's reserved especially for me, because: " God understands when man don't, and it's all because man just won't." As I've looked back on my every lie and all my loves, believe me when I say, man will always leave you ( lonely), while, " Our ( Lord) will forever and always be right, there by our sides and he's ) everything that we'll ever, ever need, because HE's THE ONE AND ONLY.
These bugs keep crawling all over my window
No matter what I do they won't go away
And I wish this eclipse would finally be over
And go from the darkness back to the day
Some kind of animal crawled under my house
He smells like he's been dead for a week
My well is empty we really need some rain
My voice so dry, I can hardly even speak
I wish my wife would hurry back home
How long can it take to go to the store?
She needs to vacuum as soon as she can
Just look at this dirt all over our floor
This house is starting to get too small
The walls feel like they're caving in
I'm gonna have to gain weight pretty soon
Cause I'm really starting to look too thin
There's those bugs again they won't go away
And now they're crawling all over my head
In case you haven't figured it out by now
Just read it again, I'm dead