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One would think we would come to a place
Where we can bow out of life's hectic race
Find that one spot where we have our own space
But as I make my way I find this isn't the case
We are taught to always do our best
To look at life as if it was some kind of test
But some of us are just thrown into the mix
We start off with challenges and problems to fix
But I never look at it as if my life has been hindered
I handle it all by keeping a few things remembered
That nothing special in life has been promised to me
And by accepting that whatever will be will be
Though my hurdles in life seem to be an endless list
I seem to be blessed with some special gifts
One being the inner strength that i have in my soul
To never be one to let life take its toll
I will take on most anything and with that being said
I am not one to have anything looming over my head
By protecting myself I was protecting my mother
She needed protecting after losing my sister and brother
But this was something not natural to me
I'm more of one to kick down the door if there isn't a key
Now that she's gone that obligation now done
She was able to pass on having one healthy son
I am one of many, though not all may agree
But most will say "eventually it will happen to me"
Now comes my time to set my soul free
And to take on this monster they call HIV
I won't say there's no fear of course I have some
But I don't want anybody thinking what has he done
To let this define me and to some it might
I don't really care who thinks that I'm wrong or I'm right
With support or alone on the darkest of night
It was time to stop running and to stand up and fight
The endless testing and fear of receiving a positive test
In some ways it feels good to have that part put to rest
I've always battled for others with an iron fist
But now my fight goes to the front of the list
So to all, some still here and some in the here after
I want the air filled with smiles and with laughter
My plead is no pity or tears to be shed
I want only positive thoughts in everyone's head
To all that I love this is what I ask you to do
Simply love me the way I love you
Pushed and fallen apart…
Worn the brave face
While I sweat in my heart
In this rapid-paced race
I survived the storms you whirled inside me
I arrived complete in dawn's light delightfully
Deleted the lack of passion progress I felt back then
Again, you never really cared, so I hide in my den
That is disappointing you stole away my inner pride in me,
The healthy pride that was the confidence that was a sea
A refuge to my soul and my everything…my everything…oh dear
You force fed me cruel rage, just in case you weren’t aware, I fear
You weren’t there, not even a hair
I still want to hold on, one more dare…
Your touch got cold and who knew
We would end up here, stuck like glue
Remember, I have known you for years
Wish I could fully forget the struggles we faced, we faced
Trace me upon your memory's reflection
Don’t reject me and bury me under, feeling so disgraced
You can’t break me by your cruel rage
You can’t hurt me because I’m leaving
I am not your pet in this screwed-up cage
Sorry, hon, but I am done with grieving
Saying my goodbyes to your lies
Bidding my farewells to time flies
Ignoring your calls and lullabies
Your anger and abuse…slowly…dies…
Wet explosions spill out of my eyes vastly
Won’t look back and don’t try to find me
Be very strong
Because I will
You’re wrong
About me still
Frozen in bed
Dealt with dread
I smile and smack away the fretful frowns
I’ll run the mile and kick down my downs
Burning the letters in my mind
That rewind your cruel rage
Thank you for leaving me behind...
That backtrack my dejected page
There are many other pages to cover
Eventually, I will recover
From your cruel, heartless rage
Under cover, but released from your ribcage
Rinsed away the raindrops from bitter clouds, oh blessed curse
While guilt overflowed immensely, but I seek tragedy in reverse…
Far, far away from your cruel, heartless rage
Under cover, but unleashed by spiritual sage…
Unleashed by your cruel rage…
Release me, unforgotten ribcage…
If not, darling, wait…
God will, it is my fate
Shelter me,
Spiritual remedy…
Ah, but that cruel cage
Cut down that awfully mad page
You would not know the beauty of light.
were it not for the existence of night
You would not know to fear the dark
were it not for the joy that lives inside your heart.
We live our lives by comparison,
you know this to be true.
When nothings worthy of your greatest defense,
you have nothing much to lose.
Why long for touching the sky
when you barely know how to walk?
Why start staring contests with the walls.
(I told you long ago, they DO not talk!)
Why dread something will end
if it never really began?
Why build yourself a home
if all you have is sand?
Why dream at all
when nothing is guaranteed?
Why take the leap of faith
when you're most likely gonna bleed?
You think it's all just a game
because life dealt you a crappy hand.
You gotta ask questions, and take nothing for granted,
if you can ever wish to understand.
It's perfectly normal
to let the floodgates gush out,
or get bloody knuckles
from thrashing at trees.
With all your strength keep forging ahead,
it's what's life's all about.
When the path set before takes leaps and dives,
you say yes, please,
and thank you kindly!
We don't bother with the spiel;
Shoulda, woulda, coulda
for that does nothing for you.
Indeed there is a time for everything,
and right now the time to fortify
is long overdue.
It's you who do none or these things:
lose control, stumble, and cry out,
who are the ones I say a prayer for.
Even keymakers and wisdom teachers
take month long vacations.
Sometimes you just gotta kick down the door!
And say "Here I am, now take your best shot!
I'm ready to claim what I have so passionately sought!"
It's time we take this transformation
from squeamish boys into sturdy men.
I'll give your personality a good hard kick in the stones,
you need only say when.
Alas, My God has sentence the serpent to hell;
There in which there’ll be no ringing of church bells;
I witness the dawn of an upset;
You ole demon why you beget;
Thunder roars angels at holy wars;
Civilized beings dying souls;
Someone wants to be like GOD, someone wants to be over GOD;
One can’t be greater that the creator;
Get back you demon you gonna get yours;
Devil’s inhibition man’s feelings of dolorous sorrows and distress;
Mighty Lucifer has fallen, kick down to earth by Archangel Michael;
Man worship the creator, not the moons cycle;
Sinner’s demons and men lecherous lustful bombast;
Lucifer outcast, put out down at last;
Lucifer Satan placed in hell to smolder-burn slowly with smoke and flame;
No salvation for him in Jesus name, unrepentive sinners think it’s a joke, hell fire rain;
Providence calls God will and still reigns,
All the angels seem to sing;
Mankind needs to repent on and all with Godly sorrow;
With the protective care of God All POWER, of nature as a spiritual power;
I’m dolorous feeling great sorrow and distress;
I flounder and struggle as I stagger helplessly, clumsily in my sins I’ve enlist;
Inhibition self-conscious and I’m unable to act in a relaxed state I FEAR;
A neophyte this Christianity is news and new to me this belief is it real;
Get thee, behind me Satan lite in Hell Hallelujah, Hallelujah I’m a child of the King;
5/24/19
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reach down beneath
mustard yellow tank
to the stopcock there
and opened the flow
to neutral shift
open the clutch
lightly in leap up
and kick down hard
blip the throttle
till the engine settles
click into gear
engage the clutch
open the throttle
the engine roars
the bike leaps ahead
and your smile spreads
in distance far
they softly hear
a soft murmur
growing near
a twisting road flows
through growing trees
and rolling hills
across the land
they can hear
the engine fade
and roar again
with each shifting gear
far away
on the last curve
they now can see
it growing near
bright sun glitters
on highlighting chrome
in nest of tubes
all black as night
the roaring gathers
rushing near
as the rider
races into view
tight black curls
over short beard
in wind ripples
flowing free
sleeveless vest
and blue jeans
cowboy boots
stained with oil
rushing by
his hand rising
a salute made
a fist in the air
the wind of passing
blows across you
scent of engine
and he heated oil
flying by
you can see
on shoulders broad
Triumph
racing away
the roaring fades
the rider dwindles
fading away
down the road
into twisting turn
among the trees
lost now from view
wind rushes freely
blowing through the clothes
cooling the sweat
from the sun beating down
shifting weight lightly
throttle and brakes work
setting up the line
for the next curve
aiming for nowhere
no goal is insight
just a open road
in afternoons light
Waiting,
For someone that's never there
Looking
Thru imaginary air
Hoping
But nobody really cares
Talking
To friends who never dared
To pay your fare.
.
Dreaming
But your dreams have seemed to morph into nightmares
.
Little man, how big are your dreams?
Big man, your so much smaller than you think.
The eleventh hour is raining down on you it seems
And at the end of the day, we all get paid the same.
.
Your picture's on a milk carton that no one's drinking from.
Your brain is full of sound bites
Eight seconds long
They were walking far beneath you or so you thought
.
Wake up
So you can tell yourself to go back to sleep
Drinking tap water from Detroit
Telling everyone Just what you think, you are
You don't dare disappoint
By telling them the truth
About the laissez faire
That you've created upon the broken man's back
You've redacted his truth
By telling him your facts
Yet you're alone
Convincing them to kick down the door
Of the dreamer's home
For thinking thoughts you never authorized
You punish men for looking in your eyes
For you know amidst that nothingness nothing can hide the lies
.
So I say
.
Let the dreamers dream
Let the little children laugh and sing
Let men reach for the promises
Of the Kingdom's King
Let truth resound and let their freedom ring
Let dancers dance let poets rhyme and let the singers sing
And maybe then someday again
We all will learn to breathe and we'll be free
Oh little man just how big are your dreams?
Something beautiful, something ugly
Something beautiful trapped inside a black hole;
The monster is feeding and swallowing hope.
It’s swallowing souls as its fingers hold,
Us down by our throats and it will never let go.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
Someone to love, when fear has a grip on me.
Let it go and rise once more!
Kick down the exit door and once more feel the warmth.
Been cold so long, I have forgotten the heat,
As strangers meet;
They soon disappear and become a friend or a lover.
After walking alone down barren streets,
With no knowledge of what it is we should seek;
Until we find a love we have always needed to discover.
Something beautiful hidden beneath;
Something ugly, plain for all to see.
Give them all a remedy and allow them to see beauty.
Misery is surely ugly;
Bitterness seeks the incomplete.
Wondering how to become complete;
Lacking good will, detesting humanity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are human. Words are used without dignity.
Something beautiful, something ugly;
We are all humane and we are at war with ourselves.
Destroy the fiend you call your friend;
Because when the time comes, they will offer you no help.
Something ugly, something beautiful;
The pain has been removed, so you can fly high now people.
Age is a thief; time is not your friend.
We are condemned to lose our beauty and become ugly in the end.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
you & i are animals
spawned from the
mud & flailing at
one another with
blades made of
flint & with fists
hard bloody
knuckles all
calloused from
fight after fight
after fight---for
food, for water, for
shelter, for women,
for men, for money,
for kin, for future,
for present, for
places not yet dreamed
of we swing with our
eyes closed and keep
crashing down upon
faces that we will never
see unbloodied---at
the bottom of this
monstrosity of a
mountain, a wall, a
divide that we cannot
climb over, that we
cannot yet kick down
or blow up, we see the
rock sliding down our
way & just like the
sniveling slaves that we
are to our own devices
we catch the spinning
neon ball and hoist its
immense weight back
towards the top of this
ever increasing slope
that is coated with the
slickest oil ever
discovered---we do this
in spit of all that we are
really & truly capable of
because for some reason
we still find it
necessary to destroy
each other in the name
of illusionary creations
such as “gods” &
“nations,” neither of
which anyone can
pinpoint on a map or
cross over in the night
without a president &
a preacher marching
hand in hand with their
thumbs both poised on
our naïve pulse &
THE BUTTON.
the stress is but a hairline
fracture
developing
rapidly
into true death
for us all.
I rip the rage right off of your folding face of fear
Your murdermask melts making everything crystal and clear
I kick down your doors of deception and deceit
One thousand locks and latches can't hide you from me
I chase you in your dreams like a serial stalker
I whisper to your soul through iron barred windows
Everywhere you look your eyes see me...but you refuse to realize
I am reality
I'm that smiling stranger that knows your most sinister secrets
I'm that forgotten fool hitchhiking through the desert
I'm that monster in your mirror that almost makes you scream
I'm that one you left to die beside a suicide stream
I'm that ghost of guilt with a gun and a grin
I pour gas upon your memories and strike a mad match of sin
I'm a word in the wind on a silent night
I watch you almost die of fear and fright
From me...you can never be free
Still you refuse to realize
I am reality
I hear the cries of a coward still you shall pay for your crimes
Captured and caged chained and confined
White bricks on the walls transform into a million movie screens
So ugly and unholy...now you see the unseen
Concentrated criminality...stuck with the damned now your doing the time
Viewed by x-ray eyes with x-rated minds
I watch you unravel
I watch you unwind
Now all you can see is me
Do you still refuse to realize?
I am reality
JIMMY THE TUBE
Here's the story of Jimmy the Tube
who greased his mind with stupid lube.
He watched TV day and night
end result he wasn't bright.
While watching ball one afternoon
in through the door walk three big goons,
New World Order nazi guys
looking for some exercise.
They took their sticks went thump, thump, thump
and Jimmy's head grew bump, bump, bumps.
They threatened him with FEMA camps
and electric shocks of mega amps.
And as they turned him black and blue
they teased "How else can we help you?"
Jimmy groaned and begged them for
a rundown of the football scores.
They then kicked Jimmy in the spleen
just as his girl walked on the scene.
She cried in horror and alarm
"Don't you know the game is on?"
The goons then quickly left the mess
notified of a wrong adress.
They left Jimmy broke and numb
and the color of a plumb.
Now the moral here is know the score
before the goons kick down your door.
Turn off the tube and get alert
for the New World Order hurt.
Jimmy healed but died of spam
that he swallowed with the can.
They buried Jimmy extra deep
in case his brain sprang a leak.
On his tombstone letters told
in a warning big and bold...
On this planet evil lurks
and watching TV makes you jerks.