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The word cancer is so crippling
On trembling legs,
we are tiny in this airy ceiling height
Despite one had
suspicion in advance
A serious diagnosis - what now?
The disease has been given a name
// Grip a deep breath and continue
nothing just falls from the sky
- always look ahead - Me and I //
The mental pain is tiring in the body
No ones ever said your life would be easy
I wish to read all the page of
"The Book Of Life"
// Grip a deep breath and continue
nothing just falls from the sky
- always look ahead - Me and I //
Slow down and do your very best
Shave off your self-pity
Our biggest weakness is giving up
Nothing can be done without hope
The goal is to grab the next step
toward living life to the fullest again
// Grip a deep breath and continue
nothing just falls from the sky
- always look ahead - Me and I //
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Warming lights surround you
Quilting the sharp silence
Outside dawn begins
Earth starts stretching
Straightening out the knots
Caught from hours of slumber
Night moves on to blacken another sky
And Calmness stills the room
All is as it should be
As you drift in an endless sleep
I know not if you'll wake
Or lay your eyes on me once
more
Softening my heavy heart
As death appears, he waits by
your side
Head dipped in respect
White and gold robes I study of him
I beg him for more time
An hour, a day, a second
His comforting eyes say no
It is your time and my heart stills
Now I must let you go
Aged hands under silken skin
Once tended plants and raised children
Loose their warmth
A last breath escapes your
lungs
I look at death pleadingly
But nothing can be done
I have to let you go now
You must do this alone
Death picks up your soul up as
an orb
Glittering like a large diamond
To ferry you to your kin
I see them through the void
I see them waiting
never again will we sit on the
porch
As dew wakes up the grass
Trees shacking off the night before
Us, just being us
I'd soak up your wisdom
That resided in your soul
Every snippet a precious gem to me
Id bury them within
Where no other could reach them
Where no other could steal them
I show no tears
As they only fuel pain
From a young age
You taught me to be brave
Knowing my life would shatter
me
Often I'd feel pain
So your compassion carried me
Over potholes and rocky paths
Your soothing voice steadied
me
Till I made it safely past
Now Laying out your body
Ready for your last journey
I wonder if I told you enough
The love I have for you
I was blessed everyday
You were in my life
Things seemed easier
With you at my side
Life was not so daunting
The hill was not so steep
Now you gone I'm shattered
Watching an endless sleep
Time with you was precious
For this truth I smile
The mirror reflects parts of you
Placed in this heart of mine
Happy you left peacefully
And I was at your side
Inner gladness reigns
As not just your jam recipe
Was handed down to me
Between conjecture and classification there is
observation, experiment, data (collection and analysis),
statistics, calculus, and a good guess
about God's intentions - probabilities, fractals, chaos and complexity.
This is the thunderous city.
The form of the poem, the rhyme.
Form cannot be first if you want to reach high artistic levels, since
you are then bound by form, and that form is very often a
betrayal of reality.
Yet I find I am attracted all the time
to philosophies in short skirts, jewels and eyes lined with kohl.
I love where her legs lead, to her very soul.
Three women hike by under an umbrella in a winter rain. Two men side
by side run in rhythm.
An oil truck takes the hill in low steady gear.
My old Marine, 89, died last night without anxiety or fear.
May I overcome my pain enough to reach the place where the deer lay
down their bones
and, like them, die alone.
When making an axe handle, the pattern is not far off.
The purpose of school is to introduce us to the world's innumerable
wonders.
The periodic table, World Wars I and II, Huckleberry Finn and Jim.
But soft,
what light through yonder window breaks?
It is a billion trillion nuclear detonations per second without which
nothing can be done or faked.
The temple bell stops, but the sound still comes out of the flowers.
Forests and the composite species will be nameless. Genetic prowess,
receiving the sacrament, performing Lohengrin from the Great American
Songbook,
the look of love in all the wrong places, facebook,
fakebooks, folios of old family photos on or in pianos.
How can I be both still and skilled?
When we took Pop-Pop off the ventilator, we put him in a refrigerator.
He stopped eating, he stopped breathing. Circle with a dot.
He had his dream, he'd rowed his boat.
No single line can completely explain - or rhyme - or untie this knot.
Seeing others doing harmful things,
excessively drinking and using hard drugs,
I say this road is the wisest one
a very prudent individual could ever take,
hoping that nobody will lay flowers
on that spot, where a horrible crash may occur.
Perhaps I've been too cautious...
when it comes to save what I hold most precious,
not afflicting useless pain on my body;
only praying to God to safeguard me.
This afternoon, I visited my niece Crystal in Elmurst Hospital,
as she and her four friends were involved in a bad accident;
the driver, who had a legal alchool level in her blood, crashed
into a light pole last Sunday morning; were they all drinking?
That's a mere speculation, but this kind of behavior is common
among teenagers; Asia, the driver of the car, is into a coma slowing improving.
Crystal has a broken leg and fractured pelvis, begging nurses for help;
and she is in acute pain and can hardly breath. Elisabeth is on a respirator...
due to a blood clot traveling to her lungs; the other two girls have minor injuries.
What does it take for irresponsible drivers not to be under the influence....
avoiding the mourning of a dear one, or even losing their own life?
Not many folks will heed this message...until they face death,
and nothing can be done to prevent them from diying.
Trongs of visitors crowd the hall, to inquire about their condition;
they hear their agony and are unable to help...ah, if they ever could!
So will you take that path which is the wisest one to avoid a possible tragedy,
or continue defying fate until its awfully late to enjoy a full life?
Their parents are as helpeless as I, but our faith makes hope grow...
that these kids will finally understand that a second chance is not given to all.
This horrible accident happened in Woodhaven, Queens, NY on August 15, 2010.
Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story.
I wasn't always bitter like this, I've had my fair share of glory.
In my youth I was an all-state football player with a lot of friends.
But you know life was going too good, and we all know that ends.
One time I was there, all the way on top.
Then out of no where, it came to a complete stop.
I had to deal with the loss of my brother,
then shortly after, I lost my significant other.
For four years, it was just the two of us.
We were perfect, no fights and no reason to fuss.
One night we went to the movies on a date.
She told me to step on it, cause we were late.
So as I sped down the street and over a hill.
Just thinking about it now, gives me a chill.
When I came over the crest, there was a car right there.
He had a flat tire and was about to put on the spare.
It was too late, there was nothing I could do.
I slammed on the brakes, but we hit before I even knew.
I still remember the fear and feeling the broken glass.
I still remember the terrifying scream I heard last.
I woke up at the hospital, I asked if anything happened to her at all.
They said she's in a room down at the end of the hall.
I needed to see her, they said not right now, but I was pleading.
Then a nurse sat down and said I'm sorry, she has internal bleeding.
I had to ask the nurse, because I didn't know what that meant.
She said nothing can be done, so I stood up and to her room I went.
I walked in and looked at her, I'll never forget what she said.
“Everything will be alright, I love you,” and for the last time I kissed her forehead.
That night I lost the person I was going to call my wife.
That night, I lost the love of my life.
I wish it was still us two.
Baby everyday I still miss you.
***By Chris Matt for A Rambling Poets contest.***
8-14-2011
He is dead. My beloved teacher is gone.
Like the burning sun, with knowledge he shone
A man of letters, he would voice his thoughts
Costing him dear ever and anon
Gone is he who was out of place
A man that laughed in the faith’s face
The letter and fetor of tradition
Could not fetter his rational race
Poverty, problems, pains and plight
never bereaved him of his mental might.
Proud, profound, and thoughtful as he was
Stoop he would not to what was not right
Language pregnant, words exquisite
At bunkum he cut with his acid wit
To paper his pen whenever he set
To our ignorance, we all would admit
He always swam against the tide.
Many he spurned in his pride.
His abrasiveness and sullen facade
From so many, his kind heart would hide
What most people considered gospel
Neither would he buy, nor would he sell
Brains his ever burgeoning belonging
Gave him direction, one thing you could tell
Mediocrity he could never take
Averageness ran counter to his make
In Rome when he was, Roman he was not
An authentic man, he was never fake
Stabbed by the ruthless knife
of death, was his fruitful life.
Too young he died and with his death
Sadness rained down. Sorrow ran rife
In the face of death, nothing can be done
All that lives and is, one day will be gone
Yet his legacy, a blazing torch
Weathers the woes and will never wan.
In person though I’ll meet him nevermore
His teachings remain with me evermore
A self-made soul and a man of mark
He was what he was, a wisdom ore.
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Believe in yourself and your abilities please, Our aim in life is not merely to live,
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Eyes that cry in anguish,
Uncertain and alone.
Seeking some solution
And searching for a home.
When we used to play as kids,
In contentment’s warm embrace,
Was the smile I saw each day
But a mask upon your face?
Haunting memories past,
Trapped in voracious pain.
A chance to fill an empty heart,
You push a needle in your vein.
You become the living dead,
But pain rises from its grave.
The tortured mind seeks freedom,
While the needle makes a slave.
Each night you come and go,
Looking worse for the wear.
Life hangs by finest thread,
To you it’s of no care.
Everyone gives up on you,
They say nothing can be done.
Your tears have gone from hate to pain,
To the tears of opium.
Why escape the chains that hold so tight?
Arms dependence is soothing bliss.
Once you have had just one taste,
You will crave the dragon’s kiss.
A lost orphan in a cruel world
Cast aside by your mother.
The needle becomes one with your flesh,
So death is now your lover.
As you dance with the shadow of death,
I wish I could stop the tragic harm;
To the little girl who played with me,
As she injects death into her arm.
I’m afraid one day you won’t return
From the misty eyed walk in the night.
With your needle as your boarding pass,
You go forth to take the Devil’s flight.
No more pain left to feel,
No more sights left to see;
Nothing but vague memories
Of my friend who played with me.
It is what it is
I see the sobbing boy holding his empty cone,
ice cream scoop on the floor as his dad hugs
him and says, Don’t cry, son, it is what it is.
I’ve heard it a lot lately. Is it a current cliché
or catch phrase, the pat answer recap signaling
an end of any further discussion on the matter?
Have I missed something? What does it mean?
Was it said to make the crying child feel better?
Or like the coach at the post game conference
fielding endless questions about why he lost the
big game ending his interview with It is what it is.
Does it mean it is not this and it is not that, but it
is something more vague having no known identity
as when Bill Clinton questioned the meaning of it?
Instead of it is what it is, perhaps it should be
it ain’t what it ain’t ~ ‘taint what ‘taint
or it is not what it is not ~ ‘snot what ‘snot.
It seems like a lackadaisical auto-response
accepting that things are just what they are,
nothing more, and nothing can be done about it
forever and ever shall it be,
world without end, Amen.
It is what it is falls in the category with
other senseless, accepted sayings such as:
at this moment in time, the fact of the matter is
when it’s over, it’s over, que sera, sera.
Nonetheless, having said this,
it still remains the same.
it is what it is ~ it’s what it’s
or as the poet part of me says,
‘tis what ‘tis.
Who am I to stop you if you resolve to kill yourself?
But before you quit the game, roll the dice one last time.
What have you seen in your life till now?
Did you perceive the sweetness of first love?
Have you kissed those first rain drops that come to greet you after a hot summer?
Have you hugged your proud mother who is overwhelmed at your success?
Did you ever wipe the tears of your best friend?
Have you ever enjoyed a road trip with a gang of strangers?
Did you take care of your sick parents and see them recovering?
Have you ever helped a person in need and see his eyes twinkle?
Did your strawberry lips suck the mellowness of a first kiss?
Have you ever felt the joy of hugging your friend after a big fight?
Go ahead and empty those pills into your stomach
Your body turns cold in a snap leaving your people dumbstruck.
But before you do that, think if you have brought any difference
with your mettle and perseverance
Before you slip out,
Embrace the joy of answering those who doubted your calibre.
Soothe the shivers that ran down your spine and witness your own valor.
Fall down and experience the joy of rising up.
Receive respect from those who once ridiculed you.
Hug the momentary darkness to witness the light of a happening tomorrow.
If your instinct still asks you to abscond,
remember that there's only one life and nothing can be done going beyond.