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I can see the past glory, though it is humble now and all the more reverent....
With thoughts of deep ocean bliss,
that comes with fading hope,
I walked along the tide line,
no longer able to cope.
I stared at the setting sun,
its brightness, burns the eyes.
I glanced back at the sand stone cliffs,
where a building caught my eye.
I don't recall it being there,
when I traveled the cliff top path.
I shrugged my shoulders then turned back,
to the ocean and waiting death.
I take a step towards my fate,
when I feel a tap upon my shoulder.
I turn to see who is there,
all I see is sand and boulders.
My eyes are called to the top
and to that small building.
Something there outweighed my need,
so up the cliff path I started walking.
There upon the windswept crest,
were trees leaning with the wind.
I followed the overgrown stone walk,
to the building, just round the bend.
The steeple leaned, but still spoke volumes.
No stained glass to catch the sun.
No bell to call folks to service,
no roof, as the rot had won.
Yet a charm was there to see,
strength came from the ancient stones,
that made up the four standing walls,
of this Chapel, now just bones.
I made my way to the entrance,
amid dead leaves, the scrag that enfolds.
I felt a welcome pour over me,
as I crossed over the threshold.
The setting sun cast long shadows,
that all pointed toward the alter.
My need, took me down the aisle.
Not once did my feet falter.
There He was, looking down,
from a weather beaten cross.
His countenance both pain and love,
I suddenly felt small and lost.
The sun sank deep into the sea,
and gave its final flair.
Within that light I swear I saw,
His face lift, so he saw me there.
I fell to my knees and I prayed,
as I had never prayed before.
I prayed for guidance and His love,
I felt both, to my very core.
I visit that Chapel, now and then.
It's still crumbling with time.
But, to me it has more glory now,
than it did when its bells did chime.
Paula Swanson 9/25/2011
For the contest; Church By The Ocean
Sponsored By Constance La France
Placement: 1st
There's not much for me
to do now
except to sit here
and wonder how
I arrived at where I am today
and I have to say
I am afraid
that the best of times
have past me by
gone...in a blink of an eye
break down and cry
huh all the time
crying for the good times that past
and the bad times that have carried on
crying for the happy moments
and the sad ones that will never be gone
remembering so much
yet forgetting everything
all the time your wondering
how to really love
you think you know
but it's all an illusion
it's wrapped up in so much damn confusion
then it's went so far
you don't see anyway out
you look around
and all you see is doubt
you begin to realize
it's you that's changed
your life got rearranged
how, why, where, and when
you don't know exactly
but that's what it did
then it hits you
now what you must do
this has to be fixed
and no one can do it but you
so you leave, and never look back
you can forgive but will never forget
where you've been
you turn around only briefly to see
just how for you've come
those fears were finally faced
time to move on...
nothing to do now
but sit here
and wonder how
I can never seem to
get my head out of the clouds
my thoughts everyday
turn to him so far away
he's always been the one
I've longed to hold
and by just looking deep
into his eyes
never needing to be told
how much he loves me
cause I'd already know
god I do need him so
I miss everything about him
his touch, smile, and sound of his voice
it's like I no longer have a choice
I have to raise my voice
and let it be heard
I know that I have to take this chance
or let it slip away once and for all
forever
yes I'm scared of the unknown
my fears and tears though
are now being outweighed
because of the love I have for him
I don't want to keep sitting here
with nothing to do
I no longer want to wonder
I know I'm in love with you
but I wonder so much
do you still feel it to
I need to know for sure
so I can move on...
with or without you here
H
St.Charles Parish
When René Robert Cavelier sieur de La Salle claimed this vast country of
Louisiana for King Louis XIV on April 9, 1682, the French Empire in North
America extended from Hudson Bay in Canada to the Gulf of Mexico. During the
next five decades, attempts were made to colonize the land and to integrate
Louisiana into the military, political, religious, and economic fabric of the
monarchy's New World holdings lover. Lonesome Charles has said he loves her
more for all of this.
St.Charles River
The Charles River is one of the most beautiful urban rivers in the country. In
cooperation with the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, the US Army Corps of
Engineers has implemented a program that not only protects the urbanized
watershed from flooding, but also safeguards valuable wetlands and provides
areas for wildlife and recreation lover. Listen to me early in the day the love has
grown and far outweighed the sad.
Saint Charles INFO
http://www.st-charles.lib.il.us/history/historicalbuildings.htm
Much of the information used to create this web site was found at the St. Charles
Public Library. The resources found in the Local History Files and Reference
area of the library contain information that can be valuable when researching
local historical buildings and people lover. Please keep me ici and ewe will
never lack for bliss.
Commonwealth of Virginia
County of Charles City
As Virginia invites the nation to come home to its birthplace in 2007, Charles City
County invites you to visit a place where you can discover it all - Four Centuries
that made a nation, Three Cultures that formed a union, Two Rivers that
embraced the land - all in One County, founded on the idea of representative
government - the idea that made America ewe lover . This secret poem is being
read by ewe this secret poem is stating this.
(Hook)
You're missing out(missing out)
Like a ball you pitching out
Missing all the most precious times
Going through the most hectic times
In my life im moving forward
Not going a step behind
No need for excuses for what you didn't do
I cant keep dwelling on where were you
(Verse 1)
Every time i looked up
You were never there
Unlike time, i didn't have alot to spare (spare)
Ive had some trying times and
Some were great
At times i felt like i had enough on my plate
Is it to late
Can i begin with
Can i start
Before i finish
Or be replenished
I don't know
If i were to get away
Tell me where would i go(go)
(Chorus)
Where has the time gone
In my life
Felt alone (so alone)
My good outweighed my wrong
Thats why i have to remain strong(so strong)
When you weren't there
I felt no one cared
Got to let it go
To succeed i have to grow
Let the past be the past
Get it straight
Practice more to appreciate
On those days when i dont have a clue
I cant keep dwelling on where were you
(Verse 2)
Flipping through my life i see the pages
They are not worn out
Just going through the stages
The stages of becoming a woman
This is my life
I got to own it
Do what i got to do
Regardless of the situation
I got to stay true
Stay true to myself
Stressing in this world not good for your health (your health)
Try to look around
Im no longer lost im found(found)
(Chorus)
Where has the time gone
In my life
Felt alone (so alone)
My good outweighed my wrong
Thats why i have to remain strong(so strong)
When you weren't there
I felt no one cared
Got to let it go
To succeed i have to grow
Let the past be the past
Get it straight
Practice more to appreciate
On those days when i dont have a clue
I cant keep dwelling on where were you
Repeat until chorus fades
Written By: Concetta Hardnett
4/14/15
(Hook)
You're missing out(missing out)
Like a ball you pitching out
Missing all the most precious times
Going through the most hectic times
In my life im moving forward
Not going a step behind
No need for excuses for what you didn't do
I cant keep dwelling on where were you
(Verse 1)
Every time i looked up
You were never there
Unlike time, i didn't have alot to spare (spare)
Ive had some trying times and
Some were great
At times i felt like i had enough on my plate
Is it to late
Can i begin with
Can i start
Before i finish
Or be replenished
I don't know
If i were to get away
Tell me where would i go(go)
(Chorus)
Where has the time gone
In my life
Felt alone (so alone)
My good outweighed my wrong
Thats why i have to remain strong(so strong)
When you weren't there
I felt no one cared
Got to let it go
To succeed i have to grow
Let the past be the past
Get it straight
Practice more to appreciate
On those days when i dont have a clue
I cant keep dwelling on where were you
(Verse 2)
Flipping through my life i see the pages
They are not worn out
Just going through the stages
The stages of becoming a woman
This is my life
I got to own it
Do what i got to do
Regardless of the situation
I got to stay true
Stay true to myself
Stressing in this world not good for your health (your health)
Try to look around
Im no longer lost im found(found)
(Chorus)
Where has the time gone
In my life
Felt alone (so alone)
My good outweighed my wrong
Thats why i have to remain strong(so strong)
When you weren't there
I felt no one cared
Got to let it go
To succeed i have to grow
Let the past be the past
Get it straight
Practice more to appreciate
On those days when i dont have a clue
I cant keep dwelling on where were you
Repeat until chorus fades
Written By: Concetta Hardnett
4/14/15
"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too...when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
My reflective moments of me and you
rush through my mind tonight.
Like crashing waves upon a sandy shore,
your love warmly washes over me,
making me want and need you more.
No, it wasn't love at first sight. I struggled with falling in love at all. I didn't think I could love someone when I was still trying to love myself. But you...you said you loved me when our eyes first met. I hope you didn't regret that, or me for not knowing where my heart was trying to lead me.
Your warm and gentle, "I love you," took me by surprise. Oh how you must have been hurt by the look on my face when I heard you whisper those words. You knew what you wanted; I only knew that the warmth and sincerity of your emotions left me chilled with fright.. desperate to catch my breath, I pulled away.
I didn't know what I wanted, not at first. But being apart for days left me even colder. My want of you outweighed my fear, and soon our wants and needs blended together. It's been many years since I've thought about our wobbly start...
well, my wobbly start that nearly kept us apart.
When you took my hands in yours, you also took my heart.
My love, thank you for bringing light to my darkness, for keeping a calm repose as we counted fingers and toes of our babes, and for teaching me to listen to the warmth.
Through our laughter and tears, and for loving me all these years,
you are the only love I've ever known in my life,
so thank you, my darling,
for wanting and needing me as your wife.
I'm still listening to the warm ~ with want and need.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
April 17, 2016
Laura Loo's "Listen to the Warm" contest
33rd BIRTHDAY
Back to back taking from a formula,
But can be stormier within the storm,
Uninformed ignorantly believing lies is the norm,
These words are here to inform, me and you, open your third eye,
Subconscious schema stimuli, on high within all the divisions,
Seeing what you envision, decisions before committing to a decision,
Risen above the system, not within! It’s not where I been,
But physically seen what I seen, been in my dreams but I bear witness,
Spiritually learned necessities, learnt by being an enlightened fiend,
This is me as it seems, I’m out of that smoke screen coming with Truth,
Truth of the truth, no one’s near truth, no such thing as a conceptual truth,
Just ruthless beliefs beneath where this word rhyming priest,
Is seated and can’t be defeated,
I’m spirit and scientific, you need to leave it rest!
Brings richness in a lyrical feast, least you turn away today,
Swayed by your stormy day, mind on automatic, an unconscious play,
Remember outweighed thoughts creating distortion is the world’s way,
So on this day, May I may I, try to explain these words before I die,
I fly with spirits of ancient pasts, past down knowledge as I ride,
The tide with Neo and his quick flow blowing up the matrix,
Sick mode bestowing semantics on ya fixes and needs fixing,
Neocortex raking the tricks from the flicks and inflicting,
A complex net, the internet has detected,
Injecting infecting projections of disconnection,
Dimmed down, no longer wearing your crown,
So profound, mistrust underpins the system we have crowned,
But I’ve found, located and activated the pineal gland,
So stop and understand, if ya can, don’t stand down,
With a frown ignorance remains astounding,
Spiritually drowned, never found you have been uncrowned!!!!
Quincy Mac
date written: 12.12.2015
He came from a galaxy light-years away
On a secret mission was he
Sent by his leader, to land on the earth
To report on what he could see
He landed his craft, then hid it away
And started his trek round the world
Travelling with pencil and journal
To record all events that unfurled
Before him, along his journey
So when he returned, to face his boss
He could use it as an ‘aide memoire’
And no small detail would be lost
He trekked from country to country
East to West, and North to South
From continent to continent, pole to pole
Living from hand to mouth
Taking years, to complete his journey
He eventually returned to his ship
And took off into space, to his leader
To tell him about his trip
He recounted of greed and of hunger
Of wealth and poverty
Of man making war on each other
Of corruption and tyranny
Of using the earths resources
Without giving thought, or a care
His boss listening, quietly, thought to himself
‘Why on earth did I put man there?’
But his herald, continued on with his tale
With a change in the tone of his voice
And as he spoke, the words he said
Made his leaders heart rejoice
As he told of the myriad of earthlings
On his travels, that he’d met
About how their warmth and kindness
Was something, he’d never forget
For although itinerant, they’d taken him in
To their homes, as a welcomed guest
They had given him food and water
And a bed for him to rest
That there were earthlings who went the extra
Mile to help others, which made him glad
And that taken generally, on the whole
The earth’s good, outweighed the bad
“Thank you Gabriel, for your report”
Said the Boss, with a smile on his face
“But we’ll still send a UFO down now and then,
Just to keep and eye on the place!”
Schiff: What a pack of pitiable goons! For their proper errand, merely a lick and a promise; And for unpaid pizzas, hundreds of licks and hundreds of smacks! Too sad.
Cooper: In fact they're not so craving for pizzas as they apparently appear, most just reluctant to run such errand indeed, so their hunger(genuine or feigned)serves as the best subterfuge.
Others also unwound themselves into a gabfest in regard to the mob's farcefest: "Where would these gofers go?"
"Will their hauptman let them off when they go back empty-handed?"
"Oh, no. Some busy fingers have recorded quite a lot, even the least active also more or less scraped some shots. After all, muddling through inevitable inspection is everything."
"What? Inspection? Whose inspection?"
"Their big brothers, namely, watchdogs."
"What? Watchdog? Hauptman Mutt Gaets?"
"No, far more than just one watchdog, there are quite some within Reps. Their watchdogs are more harsh than schoolmarms, more insidious than deep states, more~~~"
"Eh, where's their hauptman Mutt Gaets? Gonna reorganize the rally to launch a new storm or just~~~"
"He?! Shucks! He turned tail faster than his squadron."
"Sad!"
"Oh, he was said to seek journalists~~~"
"Seek journalists? This help him much?~~~"
"Ha Ha! Tons of his pep-talk outweighed by petty ounce of pizza------a perfect proliferator for giggling cheeks."
"How does he train his men? Imposing harsh exercises and laborious stints while skimping basic pays and even necessary foods?"
Form:
The Cruller Sagas Part 2- The Insipid Rise of the Cruller Wars
As it came to pass, after the Spanish exhibition of the inherent strategic defensive
possibilities of the cruller defense;
Soon all navies festooned their warships with thousands of crullers, including
deep in the bowels of the hull, where their miraculous achievements were most
evident.
It became a cruller race, not only of production numbers, but ever increasing
aeration ratios. Huge blowers attached to naval bakeries worldwide made
lighter and fluffier pastries in a donut race like the world had never seen.
One could literally smell their opponents freshness over the horizon.
The inventive drunken Spanish cook was promoted to fleet admiral, in charge of
navel donut operations.
The sea was aflood with doughy might.
The situation was bound to be explosive.
Warships pounded their opponents at point blank range, only to see occasional
flour bursts, or if capital ships, even jelly bleeds. It was cook or get off the pot (of
coffee).
The oceans of the world transformed into gooey puddles of culinary terror.
The Brooklyn naval yard was surrounded by hundreds of Dunkin' Donuts, and
their arch rival, Krispy Kreme. The stench of pastry was horrendous.
Each vying for favor with the 13 dozen rule, then the 14 dozen rule, until
the price of donuts outweighed naval construction costs.
It was doomed to destiny.
Next: The Krispie Kreme/ Dunkin' Donuts war erupts!
Stay tuned.