Long Make sense Poems
Long Make sense Poems. Below are the most popular long Make sense by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Make sense poems by poem length and keyword.
The advancement of a law that spins
People into a tizzy for reasons maybe unknown even to themselves
Might make sense to professional, arrogant, all-knowing law makers
or lawyers but maybe not so much sense to us regular folks
The evolution of life and humanity is such that we seem to demand
forever after rules, maybe even deeming them necessary as we overpopulate ourselves to a choking degree and kill our planet by not taking care of it with any thought at all.
But are all of these written rules for other folks truthfully
necessary, or just a way for pompous self-appointed
aristocrats to make a name for themselves by making
yet another silly law?
(Dedication: For Ann, Kerri, Ramona and LeeNa.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear friends from days gone by,
Gather to share a meal;
We talk and soon time flies,
Exchange wit and goodwill.
How the years have brought change,
To each a path to walk;
Yet years hurled good and strange,
Now we can fill our talk.
In between our food fare,
Share some journey insights;
Cite trials and pains and cares,
Succeed to share delight.
It seems like yesterday
When we were young and fair;
But look at us today:
Sparks of life's grand affairs.
Each to a pathway poise,
To love and live and play;
Each to a fate and choice
That make sense of each day.
Our meeting springs new joy
In touching old friends here;
We lift the veils of ploy
To celebrate good cheer.
So till the next meeting,
May love and laughter bind;
Let each heart find meaning
In love and hope most kind.
This get-to-gather feast
Is a scene from old times;
Fate and time can at least
Surround with lovely chimes.
As we go away then,
Let joy and peace align;
Dear friends just where and when
To live fond quest and mind.
Let each heart feel delight
In shared moments here;
Let love give heart true sight
To live the way of cheer.
Leon Enriquez
02 February 2015
Singapore
I will never forget that cold day in November.
It will be a day I will forever remember.
Anxiously sitting in the courtroom,
Praying that this day does not end in doom.
All the testifying that day is said and done.
I am nervously awaiting my fate and that of my sons.
The judge is gone but only an hour,
The expression she is wearing is quite dour.
She sits down at her bench and gives her verdict to me.
They are going to take my sons, the three.
She says I am not a good mother,
She says her choice was no other.
I sit there in disbelief and stun,
I cannot believe they are taking my sons!
She won't let me say goodbye,
I am not given the chance to try!
I sit there in that vile room and cry,
Please wake me from this dream and tell me it is a lie.
Unfortunately it is no dream and I lose my breath,
This is hell for me, without the death.
I try to make sense of this some,
But I cannot, I am way too numb!
Life without my babies, this cannot be,
Please someone just answer me!
What I have ever done,
To make me lose my sons?
I thought I was doing right,
By asking for help that night.
God, If only a warning had been given,
I would not have made that decision!
You would think the pain would go away,
It does not, it is still with me today.
You want it to make sense
You want it to become clear
Your feigned self importance
No longer precious or dear
But the only one caring
And the one still in doubt
A mirrored reflection
Of what never comes out
Lunch breaks upon you
Again eating alone
Your steak is still raw
Chewed right to the bone
The banter around you
Seems innocent and yet
The shroud that surrounds you
Wards off and deflects
“You gain nothing by trying”
You gain nothing you say
As you begin crying
For those cast astray
That girl in the tall grass
The one in your arms
Went to be with another
When you bartered your charms
Her daughter who’s grown now
Some say looks like you
Could it be then you wonder
When the times were so few
You pay the cashier
And slowly walk out
This bill had been dear
More than you had allowed
With the bone in your pocket
You head back to your desk
As the cry of a mockingbird
Decries and behests
Your pen then runs dry
As you again start to write
On your left eye a sty
All vision in blight
Only then do you notice
Hanging pink and in front
And you know that your future
Now a dog that can’t hunt
So you walk to his office
And sit down in the chair
You look at him soulless
And try not to care
He explains “That he’s sorry”
That “The timing’s not right”
He says that “You’re valued,
But be gone by tonight”
As you clean out your desk
A new feeling partakes
You look up to the ceiling
Knowing all that’s at stake
And that feeling is good
That feeling seems right
As the feeling then pushes
And the feeling alights
You decide now emboldened
To stop on the way home
At the house of that one
You left mistreated alone
You heard of divorce
And you wonder how bad
The damage it left her
Was it worse than you had
(Cont. in part 2)
She took the stage by storm and the whole world was in awe
Her charisma soaked every particle in the air and her charm was spreading everywhere.
I had an ambivalent feeling and every day I try to make sense of it but I had to go along with it because somethings just did not fit. The architect plucked the young grape from the vine, and left the whole world in a terrible bind.
Everyone was scrambling for new meaning, and world leaders were humbled, what on earth is going on in America, they had to consult the bush doctor, they rushed to reset the clock, and exchange the old socks for a brand new pair of shoes.
It wasn't the end that I fear but it was battered wind that was blowing everywhere and the strange sound that was rising from the ground sending shock waves throughout the town and when I saw the numbers changing. I knew that destiny was walking in my bed. I could feel the chills all over me and the News flashing all over thee.
Big crowds gather around to see her wear that gigantic crown
But queen Elizabeth was smiling in the grave whispering a message to Paddington bear, and the silent music passes over
The fleeting moments passes by and watched her riding in the sky
but the rythm suddenly change and suffocate the manic game
and at the click of the clock destiny removed her golden frock and she rode away leaving the broken hearts behind and young grapes springing up on the vine.
Nobody believed it and no body could understand it
and the solemn music that was playing in the air slowly fades with the fleeting moment and November surprise reappeared.
To assess
To confront
Imposes habits we inhabit;
Abandoning Frontlines,
cutting edges of our tongues
It's a mess
These rituals,
The traditional,
Routines accustomed
to create
to discover
Or to contort
Something beautiful,
Something yours
Falling burdened
On others
On self
On all
That scale with which we weigh;
The impaling thoughts
Of what we judge
Easily it's forgotten,
Of which is the feather,
And of which is the heart,
Yet the parallel truth,
Weathers the sharpness
Of this voice
That assesses
That shames,
That hates,
Of what opinion makes,
That loves.
If anything is to be good,
The label could never be
If we were without
Our self-appointed
Inner-conjecture.
Empower the potential
To suffer
To gamble
For something greater
To be granted an outside worth
That cannot be undone
Consequently comes
My failure to understand
To interpret
To make sense of
Any persons request
"Not to judge"
The doubt of yourself
Begs to cast away
Your sterling
Efforts;
Greater meanings
From us
From you
can inspire a world
can bring about changes
previously unthought
To parse
In part
Of this wager,
Chance itself
Becomes real
With dangers
That dance
Around lines
never drawn.
Follow this step
Break this silence,
Go ahead and judge
I have a letter sitting here
All I can do is cry and stare
At the words I have just read
Sorrow starts to fill my head
Not knowing the reason why
My whole world wanted to die
The words were clear and understood
But there was nothing nice or good
About the way you tore apart
Every piece of my sad heart
I tried to think of anything
That went wrong and finally bring
An end to our relationship
But there was nothing I could grip
That would explain why you chose
To leave me when we were so close
Images and thoughts were flying
As I sat there really trying
To piece together and make sense
Of this tragedy against
Our life and whole future too
I don't know how I'll pull through
Without you by my side each day
Why'd you choose to go away
I need to find an answer soon
Or I'll wrap up in a cocoon
Hiding until the one day
My body shrivels and decays
And I join you once again
Walking hand and hand in heaven
Sometimes there’s no logical solution to life’s challenges.
Fear says your situation is permanent.
Logic says it's impossible.
Facts say it doesn't make sense.
Science says follow logic and consider the facts.
Math says it doesn’t add up.
Time says it’s too late.
Age says you’re too young or too old.
Education says you’re not qualified.
Experience says you’re a novice. People say it’s never been done before.
The past says check your history.
Scars say you’re about to get hurt again.
Comfort says it is really not worth the trouble?
The future says you don’t belong here.
The pocket says I can’t afford it.
But faith says, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" (Philippians 4:13).
Don't seek logical solutions to every life’s challenges.
Sometimes we just have to believe. "We walk by faith, not by sight"....
What is a mother’s love?
It was stripped from me,
Pain is in my heartbeat,
This sorrows me,
Never again
I trust love,
A faint trauma that wakes me
From my slumber where I lay
An echo in my soul, mind, heart, my being
What is a mother’s love?
Unconditional people say,
But does that make sense to me?
Can anyone explain why it doesn't make sense?
I have grown weary and I found the answer
Doubts that can stain a child when growing
Up to an adult,
Fear, Pain, Lust, Love, Trust,
Blindly Opening the door to it
The gentleness that has been taken away from me
Saddens me
Books can convey words, but not emotions of the soul
Not the argument of the mind,
It falls in humanity, because I am human I learn
I learned that learning is the key to knowing,
But not all emotional learning comes from knowledge
Thinking sorrows and the answer lies
It changes with each person,
That is confusing
But one thing is that a key of learning is
Listening to each other’s words,
And that people that needs to be listened to
Like to hear the simple less things and that softness of words
The gentleness of hope never needs questioning
What is a Mother’s Love?
The earth requires it there.
The poets do not like the lyrics.
As the tsunami approaches the lands
The poem integrates without a solution.
As the summit talks upheld information
Global warming, tariff continues debating:
China not backing down, and we, the poets
Surprisingly asking what’s next?
A poem like this doesn’t comprehend
That earth requires it there,
Make it make sense, this Tariff war
About percentages, or principles of humanity
Make it make sense, make it a kind world
Make it turn water into red wine,
Make them say, “We are for the small people,
And not the profit holder’s fat wallets,
Make the world spin like a Bitcoin machine:
The more money there goes a burden of responsibilities there:
He who pay the Pied piper call the tunes:
,