Long Near Poems
Long Near Poems. Below are the most popular long Near by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Near poems by poem length and keyword.
Shaista, you were the light in every dark night,
Your voice, a melody that made all wrongs right.
I lived for the warmth in your every word,
Now left cold in silence, with nothing heard.
Once, every whisper would touch my core,
Every moment with you, I'd crave for more.
Now silence sits heavy, like a stormy sky,
Your absence lingers, and I just ask why.
I still hear echoes of laughter you brought,
The playful banter, the love we sought.
Yet here I sit, alone in the dark,
Searching for embers in ashes gone stark.
Did my words lose their way on the breeze?
Did I falter, Shaista, or forget to please?
My restless soul, like a caged bird's flight,
Wanders through memories on every night.
If you’d speak, even to show your disdain,
I’d welcome the storm, the fire, the rain.
For worse is this quiet, this void so deep,
Where all I can do is remember and weep.
Shaista, if walls of pride hold us apart,
Let them shatter to reveal my heart.
I call to you not out of simple despair,
But because without you, there's emptiness there.
I’ve written a thousand words you’ll never read,
Poured out my soul with each silent plead.
I’d give every breath, every heartbeat and tear,
Just to hear your voice calling me near.
Mother lowers her sullen face
against a volatile wind,
tasting the insolence
of a heavy laden gust
As she heaves quietly
from musings of unaswered dreams
grating her senses -- hope clinging--
through pits of lonely thoughts
delicately cleansing snarled faith
and disheveled pauses...
where hours impairs near death
as uncertain answers grow pale
...Waking her slow breaths flowing
from tears... Dad in a stupor :
I dreamed within her own dream
a fervent wish of life restored
that she hears my silent words
her boney figure collapsing --
through the bleakest of bleak nights
numbed from pain ...from agony,
That under panels of glass,
...we clutch onto that wish for life
My dream blending with her plea...
and realize she has learned
to pray with me in the rain.
I love your calla Lily lips
Engaging emerald eyes
Heavy hibiscus hips
Creative crimson cries
Falling for daisy yellow you
like blueberry cool rain
Nothing lavender to loose
Always ambrosia green gain
Talk to me sunflower sweetie
Share your jade jasmine joy
Or if heart is begonia bleeding
Let love’s licorice fill violet void
Peony plant me in your magnolia mind
Gardenia grow me red like valentine
We will fuse like forget me nots to spine
Like spider lily of love we climb
Farewell to Spring tears
Will water wisteria hopes
Keep kalanchoe me near
To your Sea Holly holy soul
The sun is a cherry chandelier
Keeping us warm and fuchsia fed
Just as our lovely garden dear
Grows and glows in my head
In the hush of twilight's embrace,
Where shadows dance and interlace,
A melody rose, soft and sweet,
A lullaby, in rhythmic beat.
In a quaint village, nestled deep,
Where dreams and silence softly creep,
A young girl, with eyes like dawn,
Sang a song as night moved on.
Her voice, a whisper through the trees,
Carried on a gentle breeze,
It wove through the cool evening air,
A symphony of tender care.
The children, with their heavy lids,
Listened closely, as she bids
Goodnight to the sun's last glow,
To the stars, they soon would know.
Sweetest lullaby, in twilight's keep,
Sway the willows, rock the deep,
Let the moon cradle the night,
In its silver, soft delight.
The song spoke of dreams to come,
Of the laughter and the hum,
Of the adventures waiting there,
In the realm of slumber's lair.
It painted skies of velvet hue,
Where wishes flutter, dreams come true,
Where the heart is brave and bold,
In the land that dreams unfold.
Sweetest lullaby, so pure, so clear,
Dissolves the worries, dries the tear,
Wraps the world in harmony,
A cocoon of tranquility.
The nightingale in her bower,
Sings her sweetest song this hour,
For every child, both far and near,
Her lullaby they hold most dear.
As stars twinkle, a celestial choir,
The fireflies dance like sparks of fire,
The universe in symphony,
Sings along in jubilee.
Sweetest lullaby, now fades away,
As sleep claiming its velvet sway,
The dreams take flight on whispered songs,
In the land where they belong.
So, rest ye now, in peaceful sleep,
While the stars their watchful vigil keep,
For in dreams, you're free to roam,
Till the morning light brings you home.
Everybody’s looking for Christ
Everybody wants salvation
And everybody pays a price
For the bigger situation
Everybody tries to conceive
Of a Paradise somewhere –
It’s at the end of history –
Or it’s way up high in the air
For some, the Kingdom is near
For some, the City is far
Some want their banquet right here
Some envision it beyond the stars
Everybody wants to end pain
Everybody wants to rejoice
A plan, reasonable and inhumane
That speaks to the inner voice
Everybody yearns to believe
That everybody’s equal and free –
The diversity of the leaves –
The solidarity of the tree
For some, the Kingdom is near
Everybody would rebel
Against a prison after birth
Be it the cauldron of Hell
Or the rusted factory of Earth
Everybody craves to receive
The body and the blood of man
Either dished out by a priest
Or exacted by a politician
‘Cause for some, the Kingdom is near
While for some, the City is far
Some want their banquet right here
And some envision it beyond the stars.
"autumn aspirations"
as autumn draws near
endless thoughts surface
I dream of colors and flair
on any given movement I continue to wait
unveil please natures' glory
yearnings grow
under clear skies
on land and sea
I envision such reds
each shade showing beauty
as colors turn with time
yearnings rise
autumn aspirations remain
every aspect I see
inside my eyes and mind
observing this special season
unleashed with a cool breeze
yearnings sustain
SkyWatcher
08-04-18
may this day find you all well
note:
From time to time I have received messages wanting to know why I do not accept reviews. I have written a small statement in my bio that may explain. Thank you to all that turn to my page and work.
Peace Health and Happiness to all
Reincarnated in my next life,
a meteorologist I want to be
with scientific paraphernalia at hand
and land the weatherman's job on TV.
Where I can lie without restraint,
never apologise for rain and cloudy skies, or for
what it is when it ain't sunny with a bright sunrise
which is what I promised the night before.
I can be completely wrong more times than not
and still be paid every day,
as whatever it is I said is soon forgot.
And I can (fox)trot out predictions
such as, 'Snow snow thick thick snow
or, there'll be weather wherever you go
and the winds may or, then again, may not blow.'
Tsusamis, tornadoes and typhoons worry me not one bit,
I laugh in the face of hurricanes
as I'm not the one who will be hit.
I don't hide from deluge, downpour, torrent, flood
which could precipitate a landslide,
they're one and the same to me
as I'll be nowhere near when I'm here safe and dry inside.
In the heart of an ancient city, where time whispers through the leaves,
Lies a garden where roses murmur, and the soul finds its reprieve.
Down in the rose garden, where shadows softly fall,
A harmony of color, enchanting one and all.
Crimson and carmine, petals silken and bright,
A fragrant feast for senses, a dazzling, sweet delight.
The sunbeams dance and shimmer, on leaves of emerald green,
Whispering secrets to the roses, in a world unseen.
Their petals, velvet soft, unfold with grace and ease,
A promise of beauty, whispered on the summer breeze.
Among the blooms, a single rose, its thorns a fearsome sight,
But in its heart, a hope resides, a beacon burning bright.
For though its beauty hides a sting, a pain with every touch,
It whispers of resilience, a lesson learned so much.
Each bud that bursts, a symbol, of life's enduring grace,
Though challenges may prick and wound, hope finds its rightful place.
And as the petals fall and fade, their scent still lingers near,
A memory of beauty, for those who hold it dear.
So, wander through the rose garden, let your senses be beguiled,
By colors, scents, and whispers, in this world so sweet and wild.
For in the heart of every bloom, a promise you will find,
That hope will bloom eternal, leaving beauty in its mind.
And there, among the roses, where time and beauty blend,
Lies a truth as old as time, on which our hearts depend.
For every thorn that guards the path to love's sweet, fragrant face,
Is but a guardian of the beauty that we all embrace.
In youth's full bloom or life's waning light,
The rose remains, a timeless sight.
So let us cherish every bloom, each thorn and velvet petal,
For in this garden, life's great lessons are met and then are settled.
With every step on paths of green,
We learn what it means to live, to love, to dream.
And as the day succumbs to night, and stars take their place in the sky,
The roses close, and in the quiet, a hush falls by and by.
But fear not, for with the dawn, their splendor will be reborn,
For in the rose garden, hope is never forlorn.
Searching deep within my gentle heart, I find
Endearing images that always come to mind
Nostalgic moments that sometimes make me cry
Tears of happiness from splendid days gone by
Important occasions celebrated in the past
Milestone memories in my life, meant to last
Enriched by parents; enhanced by loyal friends
Nurtured by love with a bond that will not end
Timeless recollections filled with melancholy
At Thanksgiving and Christmas decked with holly
Lingering thoughts retreat to when I was young
Including the lullabies and birthday songs sung
Tender musings that I shall always hold dear
Yearning to keep my yesteryears forever near
December 4, 2020
Any new acrostic about Nostalgia
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
These old memories and desires in my
lonely heart have never made me feel
alone since we have been apart,
I have searched and searched but
never thought it was in vain,
To soothe my tortured soul, the sweet
and treasured moments from our time
together were dissected part by part,
But now, time has brought me to a place,
a place of pleasure and pain.
In a crowded conference room, in a
different country, I never thought we
would meet face to face,
And that I would be unable to speak
as my words refused to flow,
So, step by step, I moved away as
time said,” This is not the time or place,
so continue with the show”.
Feelings of turmoil took over as
the awareness began to sink in,
Both not knowing what the other
was thinking,
In a shocked and confused state,
my soul strangely felt a sense of relief,
My eyes felt refreshed, and my heart
was racing.
At last, the long-awaited reunion
seemed possible,
But some commitments just couldn’t
be broken,
And our dream would again be frozen,
It wasn’t written in our destiny,
as again up came that invisible bar,
And once more the little voice whispered,
So near yet still so far.
By Zyrool