Long Lied Poems
Long Lied Poems. Below are the most popular long Lied by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Lied poems by poem length and keyword.
The Great Betrayal (festive speech)
May 9 is a great day for Russia worth remembering
World War 2 would have lasted longer and cost more lives
had not Russia participated
Hitler hated Russia with passion when he went to war
committed a big part of his army to vanquish this landmass
But he was not the only one who eyed Russia with hatred and
envied its usual riches; not only Napoleon ruined his army
when taking on the great country, but the Swedish Vikings too
tried to take land but, as always, lost.
So, who are the Russians? They are not Europeans, although part
of the country is a part of Europe with a language that does not
come under the influence of the Germanic or Roman languages
After years of suffering from the utter poverty and need; of the Tzar
the regime brought, there was a revolution; unfortunately for the
people, the new rulers were a bloody one ,but carried cohesion
and under communism became a stronger nation, to the chagrin
of European states like France and Germany.
Today Russia is a semi-democratic state led by Putin and his men
at war with the USA and NATO because Russia had once again
been disrespected and lied to.
This day is vital for the well-being of Russia, we wish them well into
the future. LONG LIVE RUSSIA!
Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
Fool me time and time again – I am stupidly in love.
They say the sign of a crazy man
Is someone who does the same thing over and over again,
Expecting a different result each time.
I am a crazy man.
The first time you broke my heart,
I nearly ended my life.
When I finally resolved to live again
You came knocking on my door asking for forgiveness.
I welcomed you with open arms – falling hard once again.
The second time – I swore it would never happen again.
I lied.
Upon each return you swore you had learned your lesson –
I proved I had not learned mine.
You come back to me broke – I make you whole again.
You come back to me drunk – I sober you up again.
You come back to me abused – I nurse you to good health again.
You come back to me in need – I drop everything to comply.
You only love me when your life is at rock bottom.
Once I help you to your feet – you use them to walk out on me again;
And, I am left a broken man.
I would love to say, “Never again”, but I know I am too weak.
The spell you hold over me is one I cannot resist.
I have ended other, more healthy relationships,
To once again jump on the carousel of your jaded love,
Only to have the ride come to an end and the fair leave town once again
With this little boy holding a handful of unused ride tickets:
No refunds – No rain dates – No sense at all.
I pray that you do not come back again.
The pain of you not being with me is less intense than the pain of you leaving again.
Please, allow me to suffer the lesser evil.
I see girls send each other cards and cake,
Condolences or hugs, the sweetest rhymes,
Given as free as breath, to share or take,
True friendship’s memories of happy times.
How much is meant or lied I cannot guess,
But when men wish for kisses, ears to hear
Our dreams and heal our grief with tenderness,
We fail in finding ways to bring us near.
I see girls send each other cards and cake,
Men don’t. The very most that men will do
Is mock or give strong words. It’s our mistake
To hope the same old ways may bring us through.
Men still believe in strength, coping alone,
Deluded that a heart is made of stone.
The white-breasted nuthatch
upside down the ancient bole.
If it has no soul, neither do I.
Pencils criss-crossed on the desk,
sticks tangled on the ground.
Oblong lenticels, yellow stars.
We try to worship the divine
in our sexual partners. They **** and sweat diurnally
and fear their deaths. But the abstract
God has also died. He lied to say he was
eternal. Earth must burn, universe grow cold.
Old field species become ornamentals.
Mosquitoes prey on us, and black flies.
The body decays, and this is what you come
to love. And the ants that carry it away.
This morning, the profusion of species
contents me. The temperate zone is warm, late May.
The posture of that bird is good to emulate.
help.
the song, the lyrics, the music.
its burning, my hearts on fire.
listening to it makes me think of your words
sitting in your car singing "ill always love you"
you lied...
you turned the radio in my heart off
you took my heart and the left, left like we didn't love each other
like the memories left your mind.
you're not the reason i write
but you're the reason i write with emotions
the reason i scream and cry and wish i was in the sky certain nights
the reason why i hate going to the ocean.
im drifting away in the deepest sleep
barley holding on, no longer being able to breathe.
Whitneys no longer on the radio
now i listen to zevia
everyday on the radio.
you cant turn the radio in mt heart off anymore.
but a collection of slim syllables which became monolinear
to keep the vocabulary from becoming even skinnier
no matter what is written, experienced or elegantly lied
existence flows toward eternity for change will not be denied
trying not to get lost in depth of individual helplessness
prime numbers and beings stand entirely on their own prerequisites
denial that existence must be about each species improvement
would deeply flawed gods create humans simply for their own amusement?
where things choose to correspond to individual dependencies
hard to shed the burdens of our ancestors' habits and tendencies
written history becomes polluted, diluted, often obscured
all remembrance soon fades, despite how robust or heavily insured
human lives are molded by the severity of challenges endured
I’ve walked through fire I lit myself,
Tore down my worth, betrayed my health.
I’ve hurt, I’ve lied, I’ve run from light—
But still, God held me every night.
I gave my heart to broken hands,
Loved too loud in sinking sand.
They took, they left, without a trace—
Yet still, God covered me with grace.
My past is loud, my guilt runs deep,
With secrets I can hardly keep.
But even when I cursed His name,
He stayed—unchanged, with love the same.
Not once has He turned face or fled,
He healed the wounds I thought were dead.
When people left, when hope seemed gone,
His quiet mercy still held on.
I’ve given love that’s been ignored,
But God keeps giving even more.
No tally marks, no bitter tone—
Just grace that finds me all alone.
So if you ask me why I pray,
Why I still praise Him every day—
It’s not because I’ve done things right,
But ‘cause His love still holds me tight.
He sees the worst, yet calls me His,
Restores me every time I slip.
No matter how far I have strayed…
God’s grace has never walked away.
To flee among the trees that lived and died
Hidden in shadows of limbs long and bent
Still trusting love, a belief that has lied
To find the empty depth of your torment
Confusion searches for hope in silence
Remembering days that have come and gone
This world of darkness is growing immense
As you await long nights, following dawn
Escape these trees and go to the meadow
To seek a sun between the clouds that part
And find beneath the rain a bright rainbow
It's where life is, that can fill your heart
Will you lay among the trees of dismay?
Are you buried beneath the leaves that stay?
I sat back and took pen and paper to hand
Wrote down these words so you would understand
Made them rhyme in such a special way
To tell you of the love I have for you in the message I say
I hope this lifts you up when you are blue
I wrote this song today for you
Will you remember it for your whole life through
I wrote this song today for you
I never struggled with any word it all just flowed
What we have I easily wrote and it showed
I thought of you in each and every line
This poem is from my heart and should suit you fine
I hope this lifts you up when you are blue
I wrote this song today for you
Will you remember it for your whole life through
I wrote this song today for you
I wrote it so quick there was no time taken off the clock
I didn’t get stuck with writer’s block
I just put down what I feel inside
If I didn’t tell it all then I would have lied
I hope this lifts you up when you are blue
I wrote this song today for you
Will you remember it for your whole life through
I wrote this song today for you
The meaning will go on like the universe
I put all of my soul in every single verse
You’re my lover and my best friend
This chorus is over and that is the end
In my mind
is a box of memories
I open the box
and you appear
I allow myself
to make deliveries
of when you were
alive and near
and sometimes I make
discoveries
that back then
wern't so clear
My memory is
the only wittness
for a love so dear
Your words were
few and simple
And eye's they
never lied
The moments
we had together
were the best
in my life
to be loved
as I love
To that nothing
can compare
In my box of
memories
this will always
be there
Tears and laughter
are some of the things
I wish that I could share
with you
Joy and pain
are still emotions
being gone
you still do
In my box of memories
that I have filled
with you
I close and lock
my love
And seal it with
I do