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"The music invites one to either dance or to listen (appreciate)"
"Culture, parenting etc. can prepare one for the future, but it is assumed that one's independent reasoning/steps propels one into his/her future"
"Things learned in childhood are only somewhat prototypical templates, the actual templates are carved/shaped by how one approaches/carves his/hers"
"The real intention of one's choice can be hidden within one's own motive, negative motive itself may be shaped by one's lack of the understanding, and or the ignorance of the principle-exhibition-mercy-endurance-patience of love even at the precision of truth"
"The truth is precise and love is not, yet love is a derivative of the truth, it continually stalls~pleads the truth for mercy due to its patience-endurance"
"Love magnifies the genuineness of truth without modification or corruption, it gives the truth the highest and the most orderly reason for existence"
"The humane does things purposely for selfless reasons, while the animal does things purposely for selfish/greedy/reasons"
"If it does not make one question one's sanity then it is not music"
"Knowledge at its peak equals understanding and understanding at its peak equals
creativity"
“Making mistakes fifty times while (and then) realizing the problem is not a problem, but making a
mistake fifty times without realizing the problem is a problem”
Form:
What's so great about Arlington, Texas, is that of it's suburban community. It's got
everything one person can ask for: a built-in movie theater at the Parks Mall, an awesome
shopping center, better homes, and, at long last, an NFL stadium. If by "NFL stadium," I'm
talking about Cowboys Stadium. I even know that Arlington is home to Six Flags Over Texas.
I've known Arlington, Texas, since I was 8 years old. That's where I should've been from
day one. I love Arlington because of its suburban culture and amazing shops. I've been in
Arlington, Texas, for multiple occasions. And out of those multiple occasions, one of them
was when I'd spent all of the weekends out of the months. Although Arlington has a lot of
crime as well as the ones in Dallas, I think that being a resident in Arlington, Texas,
would be great. I bet that I'll be going to the Ballpark at Arlington to see the Texas
Rangers play against the other MLB team, making it my first Texas Rangers Baseball game,
ever. Arlington, Texas, is considered my favorite suburban town, and I love Arlington. I
also bet that I'll be going to the Parks Mall every weekend. And since I'm a native of
Arlington, Texas, I guess I don't want to be separated from my beloved suburban town. I
wonder if the Dallas/Ft. Worth area were to be united as one town?
We met here, I remember
The first day of my first creation
I found hunger for my expression
Through the midwifery of your eyes
O you have such an ear
For the birth cries of conversation
I met you
Singing like the morning stars
And just like that
Kept my passion replenishing
Multiplying
Memories void of a muse
You made me chose
Contently knowing the act of choice
Is the presence of reason
Man is not tabula rasa here
We cannot love until we know the value
We get on giving
Reason tells the worth and measure of our joy
But I have only fragile sorrow to share
The lost of true dominion there
Please do not ask
For I still shudder from the task
And avoided the tree for good reason
No blattering lights on it
Just fruits I ate that I would not reap
A trusted hand is all you have to crave
To taste the sun ripe
The shackling flesh of sin
I had nothing from a babbling branch
The sweetness of her eyes did win
My lapsing memory
Better then than subtle surmise
You the brighter angel of fallen dreams
In us ... no ties
Beyond the love of word upon the page
The subtler connection in our rage
To you I come past thanksgiving
And giving thanks
Each conversation is a door of trust
Reason rising like the sun
And so yes, you, and you alone
I unpackage praise before your throne.
Mistakes are apart of life, it's a given, that's the beauty of it. In an instance pain & turmoil
can hover over you like a black cloud, the past is the past it's all about the right now. I'm
livin off experience and in these days positive communication people ain't really listening to
they don't make men & women like they used to love ain't what it used to be, trial & error is
one step closer to being free unconditional love is needed so before I settle for less and
compromise my faith i save face keep it moving and keep them platonic friends, yet I still
await my woman to arrive so heaven sent, what's taken her so long to find me is she really
that hesitant nevermind that I just continue to eat my daily bread yeah spiritual leavening in
the essence I never fell off thart bike I'm still peddling, my God is able to do exceedingly so I
wear my heart on my sleeve for the hell of it life ain't nothin but a highly anticipated
suspense movie but the black guy doesn't die in this one. This ain't a fairy tale but I then
seen some re-runs yeah I hear evil but check it I don't see none still I await my queen's
arrival patiently all in due season
Glittering sparks of your memories flash across my face
Divulging with thoughts of you and me as I reminisce here in this place
Remembering the love we both shared together
Time we spent apart and together
Our promise that come rain, sunshine or whatever we’ll still be together
You promised, played your part and however
I have no doubts that we’ll still be here forever
With you by my side I can endure any strains and pains that come my way
We’ll be strong and readily prepared for another day
As the challenges we faced ironed us out straight
Keeping us more focused with our heads up and ready to face another day
Our arguments and fights we remembered and laughed away in shame
Thinking of how we fought instead of to carefully sought
While blurred with the misery, challenges and frustrations of life
I remembered how I hoped and waited eagerly and nervously for you to say the words quickly
but carefully
I am glad that we’re still here today haven learned, triumphant
We kept our promises as the thoughts and presences of our love with time echoed, fading away
Indeed even with the “distance”-barriers memories never fade.
Form:
What significance has ‘all’ for us?
What significance has ‘can’ for me?
Ability if I would have
Love I’ll convert it into all.
Can it be true to love?
To rumble in this riddle?
This helplessness is all I have
This helplessness is like a shield
It wants me to stay and not to speak.
This helplessness has won.
Until now I’ve been its.
Only if I could, just once,
To live my own life,
To run father away
And forget about the world.
What is love? What is life?
One life if I could have
I’ll convert it all in what
Significance has love for us.
But what is it exactly?
Love doesn’t die?
For eternity in me shall stay
If it would be love
Holy love or lusty love,
Indwelling love.
But who are you?
Didn’t search for you,
How did I found you?
Have I fell in love?
Or it is just love?
It doesn’t go if comes.
Will you love me?
Will you share with me?
In my eyes you’ll find yourself
And then we’ll rest
And forever we will be together
And we shall live our life
When everything will mean love.
Me and the streets... what more can I say
it's a mutual love and hate.
It's a mutual love because we don't like the jakes
but it's hate because... I'm positive and he's negative
I'm a felon wit a record, but because
I know the truth now, believe and I'm fighting for it
he wants me in the air like Jordan
you see I know he's poison
and true I tasted the venom
but seeing is believing and like
he's out to get me, I got it out for him
he knows where I came from, knows where I been
and all for the love of money he's claimed the lives of many
and knowing that I used to work for him
is already saying plenty, and look at me
now all them niggas that ran wit me
is still out there so one things for sure...
spiritually we're enemies
but as far as them friends of mine
maybe they will but chances are they won't ride wit me
because... as long as the negative influence is out there
the ones who are lost will forever live in despair,
sad part about it who really cares
Poems have wings of grace and beauty
Wings that sprinkle worlds with peace,
Wings that watch man’s tears overflowing,
Wings that shelter hearts held near.
Wings to warm and wings to glisten
Wings to glide above hope’s clouds.
Wings to signal lover’s wanting,
Lofty dreams where angel’s smile.
Poems have wings that fly and flutter
Crossing oceans of watery waves.
Wings that span the skies forever
Soar toward each heaven sent day.
Above they glide beside the mountains.
Sweet nectar drips from tiny feet –
Fulfilled flowers pollinated.
And love lies veiled within the grass
Poems have wings where wisdom flickers.
And synapses spark in human minds.
Poems have wings where lovers tremble.
And sweethearts dreaming love sublime.
Wings where courage never wavers.
Poetic wings where insights soar -
Crossing continents through minds thoughts send.
Upon each word a poet sighs, love flies high.
© June 26, 2010
Everybody's been threw it
bad relationships, make ups and break ups
but I been dreaming long enough
I finally had to wake up
I'm ready for that everlasting love
that God promised me since birth
to live is to suffer especially when you
been threw years of emotional hurt.
I'm ready to dedicate myself to that special woman
back rubs, massages, to them candle lit dinners
slow jams, holding hands, wedding bands
this here is real talk & I'm a grown man
I'm one man & all I need is one special lady
someone I can introduce to my mom
and my homeboys and say yeah thats my baby.
I'm ready for love & when she finds me
I hope she's ready for me
I been in bondage long enough
look into my eyes, I'm waiting
for that special woman to set me free
I know love ain't easy but trust & believe
I'm tired of being lonely
I'm patiently waiting to meet my
soul mate so we can live in holy matrimony
PUZZLE OF GREAT POETRY
My mum liked poems a lot - loved ‘em
She used to love “Ozymandius” and was proud
To read another called “Abou Ben Adhem”
She would often read them to me out loud.
I loved them, for their message was blunt
Now I find that I still love them and admire
The great thoughts of Shelley and Hunt.
And to be as good a writer I aspire
Or is it simply that I was taught
To do what’s right, never shrinking
And to behave a certain way I ought?
Such poems now easily fit my way of thinking
Their way leads to the future brightly :
Poor people treated rightly, and then
“Nothing beside remains, ye mighty” *
“Write me as one that loves his fellow men” **
Note :
* From OZYMANDIAS by Percy Shelley
** From ABOU BEN ADHEM by Leigh Hunt