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Are you even out there
Or is this another religious term
Cause how am I suppose to
knowingly wait
If your not even confirmed
The perfect man, like a treasure
concealed
But can't your hurry already and be
revealed
It's hard when God made every
male with so much appeal
It really is Gods fault
He made me a woman
Making me wait for my own song of
Solomon
But now I'm solemn, and
This waiting takes too long
Searching for Mr. right
In a world of Mr. wrongs
What will it hurt if I give myself
away
Nothing physical of course, just
flirtatious play
Hormonal needs that I must attend
to
But don't worry my love I'm still
waiting for you
I hear scripture say
Do not awake love before its time
Ha, Solomen get with the times
In this world I must work to get was
is rightfully mine
So if I want love, it'll be my job to
find
it.
But don't worry future husband I'm
to smart to settle
Even If I pass around my blossomed
heart, you'll still have one petal.
Of course it might be crumbled
from the last chosen vessel.
But Gods is a god of renewel and
reassemble
So its all good
I know its not the destiny I need to
choose
But its hard hanging around friends
who do nothing but pursue
Relationship flings that they fling
themselves to
Yet still have a happily ever after
come true
While I sit around waiting like a
lose-r
Trust me okay, I understand the
stake
But if I give my heart to God who
knows how long it'll take
It's not a reluctant, eye rolling
choice to make
But one of determination I must
partake
So I'll wait, for your sake
Your worth the wait, I tell myself
Until the time is right, I'll be
readying myself.
Spending time with the One who
knows me better them myself.
Only then will He bring someone I
can love as myself
And like my Savior I know you'll be
Confirmed by my heart with every
prophecy
So that when I see
The mirrored reflection of your life
It'll remind me of the passion that I
Have for my Christ
Give me patience oh God
For I'm still learning
Though my flesh rebels
I'm still yearning
Don't give up on me my prince
Though emotions are burning
Waiting i'll be
for the only one who is worthy
Form:
A pen may be mighty, and the tongue may be strong
But the brain is the most powerful -
For everything else that follows, simply tags along
It thinks all of your thoughts, and tells you what to move
But can make you say the words you wrote [with the pen] -
As if by speaking, a point you can prove
But after it’s been said, you cannot take it back
While the mouth may be closed, and the words scribbled out -
With the pen placed back atop the paper stacks
No matter how hard you try to grasp, at the words floating in the air
And despite your attempts to mend, the wounds you have left
The meaning behind your words, will always be there
So think really hard, before you start to speak
For it is near impossible to tell
When someone’s will starts to become weak
A simple utterance of an insult, no matter how disguised
Can have the power, in any communicable form
To make someone want to act, on their death plans they’ve carefully devised
Within a society, that depends on the media to pass around
Personal information is easily leaked,
And lead to another body, placed beneath the ground
We have forgotten what it means, to speak with select few
About thing said in confidence
Meant only to be heard by you
And because of this, so many take it, upon themselves to spread
These words like wildfires across a prairie,
We only know the effect we have, when the subject has been found dead
The impact our words have, are greater than we think
We say so many mean and cruel things to people
when the connection with our brains and mouth, seems to be missing a link
It is then that we discover, the turmoil we have caused
And the push we have given someone
To put their life on permanent pause
I apologize for the youth, who have forgotten the old ways
Of monitoring what is said, within today’s day and age
So much has happened, and much still needs to be done
But I believe eventually, one will rise above it all, and give peace and hope to everyone
Do you know where my heart goes?
It moves in and out of me.
I don't have the strength to put it aside, work on the other things in life I value and let it find its natural place.
It longs to be with you, to feel the fingers of your love.
I'm with you and I follow the taut black material that smoothly covers and shows your lovely form.
The lines of your body pass around your legs
and present that sweet field of lush contact
that smooths out the harried hurts and wrinkles of pain inside,
as you slide in the dense moans and passions of embracing.
This sensuous promisor of deliverance from pain.
Feeling lost in the madness,
drowned in the pressure of my skin and soul against yours.
My sword wounds you, it opens up your flesh, and gives you pain.
It is also my love, and it gives you freedom.
That is what I've wanted since I first loved you and almost kissed you.
I feel in you the sledge that identifies who I am somewhere no one else can find.
Even I forget, without you.
I don't even know myself the twist inside that brings life and loft and wonder to my life. Do you know who you are?
No, you can't know,
you can't know who you are in bringing to me a stanchion
that pulls open all the mystery and mix of my innards.
The flesh pulls back when you're real
and in front of that smooth and kept-trim body that attracts so well,
all spills out that others demand be restrained,
It seems it is often the acceptance of pain that brings tenderness and understanding. It is often through the experience of pain that we love,
and loving that allows us to open up more of our pain.
It is because of pain that I can grow and become more what I am.
It is through pain that we understand life.
The willingness to embrace and survive the pain leads to life and love and freedom. Freedom to bear the loves and pains of the world a great deal more.
1982
Help me See
I've been around for so long
I wonder when my time will come
Sitting here at the intersection
holding myself all together and waiting
i see the dead ends all getting closer
Time is running out, speak up, say something!
For How long will I be holdin on
This burden is becoming an overload
How i wish that i could fly
to another state inside of mind, or die
I set my hopes and let them sail
off the shores of no prosperity
Am i still far away from home
why do I have to go through more
I can't even gather a thought
I feel so lonely, i feel so terrified
If only i could find a single star
to shine upon the darkness inside of me now...
For How long will I be holdin on
This burden is becoming an overload
How i wish that i could fly
to another state of mind, or die
I will set my hopes and let them sail
off the shores of no prosperity
What hurts me the most
is that there isnt an open door
people live off some truth
too vulnerable to dispute... excuse me, but...
how could i drug my intellect
with such ridiculous myths
For How long will I be holdin on
This burden is becoming an overload
How i wish that i could fly
to another state of mind, or die
I will set my hopes and let them sail
off the shores of no prosperity
i dont see why you cant reply to me
why may i think if i may not question thee
why is there a class of favoured humans
and the rest are a herd of sheep, as it seems
pray and pass around the destiny of slavery
relentless owes to God, no chance to think
For How long will I be holdin on
This burden is becoming an overload
How i wish that i could fly
to another state of mind, or die
I will set my hopes and let them sail
off the shores of no prosperity
Tonight I plan to go out and enjoy my time
With some folks of mine that love red wine
There is no reason to say where we go
It could be a bar, or maybe my own home.
I just want to steal away somewhere no one cares
And enjoy a glass of wine that all wish to share
I need a small vacation that lets me relax my mind
Just being alone doesn’t let me unwind.
I beg all of you to come and convey this with me
Hello my associates, why are you strangers to be
Come over there is so much to pass around
I want to take your time that was not found.
Maybe a Merlot, a Cabernet, or Burgundy for you
You see I have them all, and they are all very true.
If my home is not good enough, we could go to the bar,
And order a beer or a glass of Champaign which lasts far.
Anyway the night is young and my pallet is still dry
I would walk far to have a group of my kin nearby
No, loneliness is not good enough, today and evermore
My wine awaits me this moment more and more.
At last I heard a drum beating far away
A beautiful melody played a song this way
My friends heard my cry and were marching forth
How I smiled with joy and sang along of course.
The song continued to chant well into the night
With many toasts of happiness crossing the sight
My kin called me a lover of red wine filled with desire
It was a heavenly group that I shared with and admired.
When the moment came to an end
We parted giggling loudly around the bend
My wishes of a night with red wine came true
And all who came and left were not just a few.
Good night I will remember my companions well
You gave me a holiday that I can awake and retell
Farewell and goodbye until we toast another time
My lips are wet now and experienced great wine.
The journey here on this good earth
Is something dear for life seeks mirth.
The poise of cheer now sings of lines
Of waves sincere in love divine.
The passage greets not one but all
In trials we meet through sweet and gall.
The voice of now speaks of a fate
In fond endow that's never late.
The moments touch full scope and scan
In grace and grudge beyond mere plans.
The choice of thought make feelings swirl
In cast and plot that weaves and twirls.
The figures race as if to fit
Real time and space where risk grooms wit.
The style of face makes poignant poise
A friend of grace that flavours choice.
The sudden surge of active works
Arise with urge to fling and jerk.
The spark of feel in honest truth
Can surely heal in actual proof.
The matters then attain a sphere
Of how and when to face life's fears.
The way of zest follows a glimpse
Of fruitful quest that inspires dreams.
The pictures stream in fluid seeing
As distant dreams merge with being.
The smiles outlast the bitter end
As all things pass around life's bend.
The causal tone sense joys that fling
A fleeting zone in pulse that springs.
The time soon ends for each my friend
As soul greets trend in final span.
The frontiers sought in plots so brief
Now ties the knot that ushers grief.
The end must come for game and fate
For distant drums announce too late.
Leon Enriquez
21 March 2015
Singapore
A Thanksgiving Day Reminder
Oct. 3rd 1789
President Washington,
Made a Proclamation.
That all American’s everywhere,
All across our glorious nation.
Should set a special day aside,
To spend eating and in prayer.
To thank our Gracious God,
For the blessings we now share.
******
It’s not about a Roasted Turkey,
Sweet-taters or green beans.
It’s about all His blessings,
What today that really means.
He was there when we were starting,
He’s been with us through fierce wars.
Has shown us His great mercy,
Fought at home or foreign shores.
So with His help, we’ve prospered,
Through His wisdom we have learned.
As nations watched our progress,
A place of leadership we’ve earned.
So on this special day we share,
Let us be mindful, whence it came.
Keep our hearts and minds on Him,
For it may not always be the same.
So with that solemn thought,
I will add this festive cheer.
Spend now the day enjoying it,
With loved ones, near and dear.
Written by oldbuck to pass around the neighborhood to remind each of us, the significance of the day. Maybe someone will ask a child or grandchild to read it before the meal as a conversation starter.
Cow chips and a bottle of piss,
perfect snack for your unclean lips
Hitting the fan
is a stale sewer smell
The six-by-twelve
room you’re living in
is a cancer cell
flush next to a toxic landfill
All of your friends are burp babies,
bigoted bums like you
Empty box heads full of odd dumpster tools
They come to your putrid place,
where everybody knows their rotten name
They squat down next to your face,
drunkenly foaming out their shame
And the vomit dip is getting latrine low,
while louder is getting the salty pretzel bellows
Rowdy cursing cheers,
foul looking leers ...
The kinda place where
any self-respecting woman
don’t wanna be near
So pass around another profane cup of fermented piss,
refill the potty mouth bowl with some more cow chips
A room reeking of
sour yellow teeth and smacking brown lips
Here’s jeers to you and your pagan pals:
always leaving the lid up, never closing the door
Neanderthal nimrods who don’t love to spray,
cavemen walking barefoot on the chip crumbs filthy floor
Here’s jeers to you, Gonzo,
draped in dung gear gutter-stained gray
You and your fly down
Mesozoic slugs have yourselves a maggot day
Puff puff pass away the pain,
Puff puff pass around the pleasure,
Puff puff pass away our brains,
Puff puff pass whatever weather,
Puff puff pass because the good,
Puff puff pass because the bad,
Puff puff pass because of all the stuff we wish we had,
Puff puff pass till dusk,
Then puff puff pass till dawn,
Puff puff pass so long you can’t help but yawn,
I’ve puff puff passed so much I started to forget how to care,
Honestly I’ve puff puff passed so much I just breathe it in like air,
Air so sweet it could help me temporarily forget my very permanent problems:
Thoughts of guns scraping my skull through my brain,
Take a breath
Thoughts of open car doors on fast highways,
Take a breath
Rope burn around my neck,
Take a breath.
With him sick and family all around I didn’t get to breathe very often, those two weeks that’s all I wanted to do so I could stop the pain or at least make it soften.
I remember walking down the bright hospital hallway to his room only to learn of his death, I knew it wouldn’t bring him back but the fire might freeze the grief so the night my Dad died,
I took a breath.
The Festival of Lights, Chanukah has arrived
a hopeful time of praise each year revived.
The Menorah lit, each home becomes a church.
Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe.
Our sister Miriam lights the shamash taper first
a maiden fair and scholarly her prayers rehearsed
to bring together all that's beautiful, diverse.
Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe.
Eight nights we praise the L-rd for gifting us with Light
and pass around small things which bring delight.
We rejoice. In brotherhood we are immersed.
Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe.
May G-d in his greatness light all your days
May family, friends, and foes mend their ways
for all have needs, let kindness tame their thirsts
Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe.
*Bo-ruch A-toh Ado-noi E-lo-hei-nu Me-lech Ho-olom A-sher Ki-de-sho-nu Be-mitz-vo-sov Ve-tzi-vo-nu Le-had-lik Ner Shel Cha-nu-kah.
* Blessed are You, L-rd our G-d, King of the universe, who has sanctified us by His commandments, and has commanded us to kindle the lights of Chanukah.