Long Mope Poems
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Life is like a garden.
You reap whate'er you sow.
You can't sow thorns and thistles,
Expecting good things to grow.
Whatever you put into life,
Is what you will get out.
You'll reap much better if you plant
Encouragement not doubt.
Spreading gossip and rumors,
Will sow a bitter crop.
Fertilize your life with love.
Let kindness feed your lot.
Shower your life with goodness.
Work tirelessly and pray.
You'll find yourself too busy,
To mope about all day.
Instead of counting curses,
Feeding anger, discontent,
Reach out to help someone in need.
You'll find your anger spent.
Life is like a garden.
You have to watch for weeds.
Feed and water, gently tend,
And nourish little seeds,
Seeds of hope and goodness.
Let kindness be your guide,
And your own soul will blossom,
With the love you find inside.
Gas prices are too high
Grocery stores have empty shelves
Everything to expensive to buy
The world on the edge of total war
Small business with shutter doors
People worried about what they say
News depressing and unreal
Does anything matter now a days
Government spending money we don't have
Future generations to be debt slaves
The rich get richer absolute greed
The poor get poorer as they bleed
Faith and goodness mocked and scorned
Children brainwashed as families torn
Government worried about borders a world away
While our own invaded every single day
Politicians and corporations working for the CCP
Our government crooked and mad crazy
Media only lies lies lies
Will our republic survive
Turn off everything and just lie down
Lazy Sunday mopping around
Pray as revolutions on arise
Civil war brewing as democracy dies
A voice from the wilderness comes through
Freedom lives through you
The people reforming as a single mass
Time to kick some Globalist ass
There once was an old Pope from Rome
who had the Good Book a huge tome
an altar ego and mass appeal
so he made the Vatican home
2015 he addressed the environment
on climate change caused by man
and issued a Catholic Church encyclical
the first-ever since Popes began
let's trust instructing his cardinals
to avoid any more scandals
when pontificating and preaching to the choir
to burn less incense and light fewer candles
altho' it's a slippery slope here's the dope
and no I won't soft-soap
there's not much hope of Pope on a rope
but I can cope so I won't mope
now hear my voice as it's a choice
if I may be quite so bold
religion is discretionary not hereditary
and the herd of sheep in the fold should be told
I heard the ISIS people chop up heads…
Blood spills…pills kill the thrill…
Into myself again
The light will shine while the night will never be…truly…mine…
I wish I knew what it was like to have hope…
I mope, I mope, I mope…
Something is missing
Pieces of me break
Hit the brake…
Turn the other direction
You tore me up inside
Insiders getting thrown about
I doubt…doubt…
Don’t hand me a rope…
Instead of hurting me, you should see…
You should see…
The pornographic images you revealed to me…
They stick to me…
Sickened…
Something is missing
Pieces of me break
Hit the brake…
Turn the other direction
You tore me up inside
Insiders getting thrown about
I doubt…doubt…
Blistered by blasphemed…hopelessness…
Regret piles up like debt
Bittersweet are your words…they release like pigeons…
Out of their cage…
GET ME OUT OF YOUR RIBCAGE
Voices haunt my mind…
Left behind . . .
Something is missing
Pieces of me break
Hit the brake…
Turn the other direction
You tore me up inside
Insiders getting thrown about
I doubt…doubt…
Vertical and horizontal distress…strike me…
Lightning tears…
Childish cheers…
Something is missing
Pieces of me break
Hit the brake…
Turn the other direction
You tore me up inside
Insiders getting thrown about
I doubt…doubt…
Soundless remarks you throw back and forth to me…
Anger rips my hopes into shreds…shreds…
Flowers and towers grow and glow
Sinking below the surface…
You belong in my shoes
You belong in my shoes
You belong in His shoes
Borrow His eyes
His blue and green and white eyes
Something is missing
Pieces of me break
Hit the brake…
Turn the other direction
You tore me up inside
Insiders getting thrown about
I doubt…doubt…
But, God knows He shows His route
To I? To I?
They always made
Me feel so small.
So I put up a fence,
And also a wall.
But now it's stuck.
I can't tear it down.
Which makes me sad,
So I put on a frown.
I don't want my wall,
To be built so high.
So I pick up my axe,
And let out a sigh.
I hit the wall,
As hard as I could.
I started to cry,
And it actually feels good.
Piece by piece,
Dust is flying.
I want my heart,
To no longer feel like it's dying.
All of a sudden,
When things were getting brighter.
I couldn't breathe anymore,
The space had gotten tighter.
I was about to give up,
About to lose hope.
But then I saw someone.
"Hey, why the mope?"
"I'm stuck in this hole,
And I can't get out.
I'm going to die here,
There is no doubt."
"Give me your axe.
Let me try for a while."
Next thing I know,
We had gone about a mile!
With tears in my eyes,
I asked you why.
"Everyone deserves help.
It's not your time to die!"
You don't have to
Tear this down on your own.
It would be very hard to do,
Since it's made out of stone.
So let me be here,
You just relax.
Sit down for a minute,
And give me your axe!"
Someone else
Was fighting for me!
I was crying so hard,
That I couldn't see.
For once in my life,
I could put down the weight.
I'm not meant to carry it,
That isn't my fate.
With help from you,
It is going to take time.
But the wall will come down.
I'm going to be fine.
I don't need to feel guilty,
We all need someone.
And together I know,
We will both get this done.
Thank you for helping,
For seeing the good in me.
I hope to become a better person,
And be all that I can be.
There lives a puppy named Weasel
She's almost big as a diesel
Artists paint her on their easel
She can be found digging up bones
Her heart is as wild as a deer
She's amazing - she's without fear
Her hair grows in spite of the shear
She eats so she may get gallstones
Her mind is stirred up by the cats
At night, she'll chase after the bats
I once caught her chasing the rats
She is spayed but still has hormones
Her time is spent near the river
Sometimes, she eats things like liver
Her soul is kind - she's a giver
On the web, she uses our phones
Her joy is found in hues of pink
She'll pick that one without a blink
If you pet her, she'll give a stink
Living with her gives me love tones
Her light falls soft on any heart
She's lovable, warm and so smart
Yet, she may smile, look up and fart
When she visits vets she gets cones
Her life has been one filled with hope
Mind, soul and spirit, she can cope
She is happy - won't ever mope
I promise, my heart, Weasel owns
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Silent leaves, whooshing in serene showers
Easy to guess forests are born of hope
Pretty hues in gold, rum, toasted flowers
Tempting souls blessed by soft rains who shan’t mope
Endless nights spent with stars, gentle and bright,
Melodies of harvest stirring our hearts,
Bringing life to verses autumn will write
Ever awed by grandeur when the spice starts
Resulting in pumpkins, apples and more
Flavors of golden crispness in the air
Amazing gifts from God that I adore
Lingering inside, a grateful prayer
Laughing ensigns of grace so astounding
Season of still, cool wonders, resounding
There is sun after the rain
Let me first catch my fast train
Greed will leave you with no gain
There is healing after pain
Leave your worries in the drain
I did not notice you have gone astray
Wasting away like the gray of today
Well, God is here and He will lead the way
For now, let go of remaining dismay
I still have hope that we will be okay
Not much in mind – it does not make sense
But, make sure to make my shoulders less tense
Throw away regrets and seek repentance
God’s mercy gives us hope and acceptance
Waiting for a sign of deliverance
I am feeling more and more on my own
But, I have faith that I am not alone
Reminders of the past, like a ringing phone,
Kept repeating my downfalls, far from unknown
I believe His light of truth will be shown
There is hope in store – can’t mope anymore
Life is not always a thought to ignore
Maybe the reason you closed the door
Is because you have lost something you adore
Well, I know what you’re looking for…
I am not buying your little mind games
All I have left is thrown into the flames
I remember the times you called me fowl names
Somehow, I will forgive you with no shames
No one needs to take the blames
There is life after demise
No need to be fooled – be wise!
Do not fall for bitter lies
Instead, give ear to our cries
Doubt no more, poor weeping eyes!
Once cast out, have I gained a little favor
I won’t be proud now, I’ll stay humble
All the tiny little moments of joy I savor
Down the rabbit hole do I now tumble
Hoping the fantasy land won’t crumble
Yes unicorns, ferries, maybe a leprechaun
This mythical land of play without pain
A splendid spot for some feverous fun
Quite an experience that I seek to gain
Whatever little I have of trust I will train
Seize the moment live in the here and now
Forget about yesterday the past wont change
The only problem is it seems I don’t know how
To move on for me often seems so very strange
A collection of random thoughts I now arrange
One more travel I begin to the land of hope
Traveling light only drifting through the space
Here I do not think I will be allowed to mope
Of self pity I cannot show even a single trace
I take of my running shoes for this is no race
There may be some long jumping only of trust
To refuse that, is to abandon humanity for good
Wind that had blown hard simmers to a tiny gust
At the entrance for so long I waited like a hood
Finally have some of my words been understood
My worst enemy is my mind.
I constantly worry about the time.
Whether I'm moving too fast or too slow,
or if I'm going where I shouldn't go.
The teenage mind is the worst of all,
constantly dealing with social withdrawal.
Not knowing if I should go or stay,
or if they'd even want me there anyway.
See, as you age, they say you “grow up,”
and you learn to forget and get up.
But for right now, I don't know if that's true,
for I've been this way for a while,
and thinking is all I do.
I worry and mope,
then I stop and I choke.
I hold myself back for the enemy I hate,
and constantly put them first
because they control my fate.
My worst enemy is my mind,
A battle I struggle to leave behind.
This is not just a “phase,”
It's something I face through my days.