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I first met you in a bar,
After I admired your car
We were both so young and free,
I just wanted you to notice me.
As we danced to and fro,
You said that I should know,
That you never wanted to let me go
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
That you would be with me for forever and a day
That you would stay, for now and always
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised never to say good-bye
That you would always come back to me
I don’t want to believe the truth that I see
On our wedding day,
You said you’d be beside me in every way
As we danced to and fro,
You said you would never let me go
Through sickness and health,
Through poorness and wealth,
That we would be together,
For always and forever
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
That you would be with me for forever and a day
That you would stay, for now and always
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised never to say good-bye
That you would always come back to me
I don’t want to believe the truth that I see
On our honeymoon,
You said forever was a day too soon,
So for forever and a day,
We’d be together for now and always
You said we would tour the seven seas, Just you and me
You promised that for the rest of your life,
You’d make me proud to be your wife
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
That you would be with me for forever and a day
That you would stay, for now and always
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised never to say good-bye
That you would always come back to me
I don’t want to believe the truth that I see
You left me on a sunny day,
Saying we’d be together for now and always
But now I’m wearing your wedding band,
Holding a folded flag in my hand
As they lower your casket in the ground,
Our son doesn’t make a sound
He salutes you as we say goodbye
Tears cloud my eyes as I start to cry
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
That you would be with me for forever and a day
That you would stay, for now and always
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised never to say good-bye
That you would always come back to me
I don’t want to believe the truth that I see
The most beautiful lie,
Was when you promised to never make me cry
And empty swing creaks
In Trinidad alone in the dark
The same one I swing her on
Many years ago in the same park
It’s the first time I see it
Since I was twenty years
Just looking at it brings back
The pain and the tears
She said that she is so sorry
And wish to get me back again
Said the poorness of her parents
Made her cause me so much pain
When I got in the accident
And every one though I died
And I laid in alone in a coma
She said many nights she had cried
She though I would not come back
And she wanted to wait till eternity
But my friend use his father wealth
And her parents force her to marry
Then months after when I pull thru
Her heart just died in side
She broke down where she was
And everyday just she cried
Their marriage end in divorce
Because it was never build on love
And she said every living second
I’m the one she’s thinking of
The day I awake in the hospital
My first words was to call her name
But she was not there
And I ask them why she did not came
No one wanted to tell me
That she’s not going to come again
Then an arrow when thru my heart
And from that day I live in pain
How did I survive I don’t know
I put my head down and breathe
I live alone for many years
Only going out to get what I need
Although many years have past
But every day I wake in the hospital
And I know it’s just in my mind
But it won’t leave me at all
I feel sorry for her now
An although she is sorry for her doing
I will always keep her in my heart
But I can never love her again
That is the unbelievable love I wanted
That is the unrequited love I wanted
Amid thousands of pandemics or epidemics
you did never leave me
In heavy rain, drought, and volcanic eruptions
even in strong earthquakes
you were steadfast forever
You never told anyone,
Keep your mouth shut! Listen to me you arrogant!
You never persuaded someone to become a poet
Yet, in all countries of the world, in all languages
there are millions of poems only on you
Even in hundreds of ridicules or insults
you did never leave me
All the dirt of my mind and
all false accusations,
you are the one who wiped carefully
though your clothes became torn and dirtier
Yet you never ever said
that you also had some needs
Yet, in a dark poor cottage
in the midst of fragmented light
in your timid, sad watery eyes
I could see the poorness of this world
That is the unconditional love I wanted
That is the mesmerizing love I wanted
Every time one dies
in this town, village, or anywhere else
you have found yourself guilty
But those who could but never care
why someone dies in hunger, insomnia, or fear!
who is actually responsible for a death?
Still,
I wanted to live innumerable times at your touch
in the heart of this burnt country,
I wanted to be born again and again just for you
In any struggle, in any failure
you did never leave me
For every human being
From you
That is the unbelievable love I wanted
That is the unrequited love I wanted!
**Back smile/smile Back **
With your heads way up your :]ssa[:
You will never accomplish the win
I got shots that will protect me from your rabid ways
After you fell into a non-stop falling disease,
Your movements weakened
Straight from a dried up well,
Every day you frolic in a disorder that causes more brain damage
With progressive mental retardation
You continue to lick the top of your cleft lips
He is the saddest sadist human that ever lived!
So sad he has to live with himself every night
Kissing his young ones Goodnight
In ways I can't even breathe to tell
The way he follows rabbits down the bunny hole
Killing each laughing hare
Wiping smiles, leaning in,
The madness in Alice's Wonderland
Madder and Madder The Hatter
Revealing
Your boldness is nothing more than baldness
A man in a monkey suit
Molesting the minds of his idiotic circle,
Trying to kill the joy, not knowing
We don't care about his false Harvard WAY
I rather stay here dropping out, than pretending
Following his made-up perception, a cropped out waste
His taste, my best copypaste, he jacked on
A stench, they left behind when open mouths laugh
He educates by attacking women better than his own
Silently to the top of his knife, he stalks nakedly
Removing a few poems he plagiarized
His Poorness, brought many to donate to the salvation of his army
Sadness Delivered by the Joy Killing Poet and his little pigs
Cross My heart and hope to die!!!
~SKAT~
On a day such as today
or any other numbered and limbered day
you may say to yourself that the birds are singing and the sky is blue.
It is you, however, who sing internal and ring eternal.
The bells of forgiveness brazen the snows of chance,
as you peruse the catalogs of unused news.
You somehow choose amongst the myriad of sad and cloistered clinging thoughts
thoughts that lie.
sometimes bruised and sometimes tied, or fit to be,
to the bedpost overnight.
Awake to find your sight restored.
and all your poorness all the less unproven and removed.
Guide your fingertips across the surface of the air.
Touch like liquid, hot or cold, brazen in it’s crispness cutting, or standing off in some dark tremor extending feelings tentative and new
Yes!
It reaches achingly for you and you are touched.
Return with both hands grasping life with boldness of blazing lightning struck.
Everyday
Everyday
Every single new and glorious day.
Find a new and different way to touch this life.
Bring forth book, candle, and unstained curtain
and parted be the page and such be certain;
that any tiny portal gazed upon will give sweet measure to
the flight of ending voyage journeyed, NOW.
Pray be how this journey won.
This moving prayer from the lips of God:
Your Life!
Oh if one could only live this way
to give such sacred gifts away,
tears would be of liquid gold,
all the stories ever written
all the stories ever told
Be True!
verse 1. I will praise Him, in my darkness;
I will praise Him, in my wrong;
I will keep His voice ever still in my mind...
I will praise Him, in my sickness;
I will praise Him, when I'm heal;
O' I will honor and acknowledge Him-Always
Always
Chorus. And I shall not go without Him;
and I shall not ev'er ignore the Son;
The one
Jesus
He whom died once for us all
I said...
I shall not go in hiding;
Nor will I be divided
My love
For Christ
He whom died once for us thank you, Jesus
verse 2. I will praise Him, in the light of night;
I will praise Him, in my darkest moon lit paths;
I will keep His heart beating in my chest I'll be abreast... A witness
I will praise Him, in my poorness;
I will praise Him, when I'm rich;
O' I will honor and acknowledge Him-Always
Always
I will keep His praises ever on my lips I'll be abreast... A witness
-- and O' God how I long to be yours
And Father I wanna be held
By your eternal long arms
embracing me forever more
Hallelujah
verse 3. I will praise Him, in my darkness;
I will praise Him, in my wrong;
I will keep His voice ever still in my mind...
I will praise Him, always;
I will praise Him, anyways;
O' I will honor and acknowledge Him-Always
Always
1/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
From anthology “Praise Worthy”
Difference
So many people, so many lives,
Who lives in the north, or south
Others are in the east and west
Many people live in a rich country
Others in poor lands of the Earth
Of course, some are not here nor
there
In every poor country, there is the wealth
in every rich country, there is the destitution
Good existence and poorness – opposites
Social difference, hm, this is a big mistake
Civilization, civilization? Hmm. Is it a reality
Yes, this a true phenomenon, but not the
… civilization
Civilization can not exist without a good heart
No, never. Just look around in the world. See?
Here is a homeless, there are hungry children
So obviously the difference; is infuriating; disgusting
So many people are suffering – there are no bits of help
Help? Just for money, for a lot, this is my experience
Sometimes I am walking on the streets, and just watching
Watching, the shop windows, the restaurants – this is west
West, I came from East Central Europe, which is also rich
People, do not even think about their poor fellows on Earth?
Why? Egoism? Insensitivity? Selfishness?; Is it come from?
From where? There is no answer, but have it, Somewhere
Somewhere else, in the soul. Hmm. Here is the answer; I mean
No composure, fear of loss, money-loving lifestyle; and rivalry
But these are not all. Not. But the rest will be another poem.
Bless me if you can with "all the things"
that all and all can make me everything
good and would make a livelihood.
Bless me if you can with the "power"
to light a life and spread the light
like a candle I stand.
Bless me if you can with the "words"
which soothe the sorrower, make her
withstand before the stormy winds of sadness.
Bless me if you can with the "money"
to pour the poorer to part the poorness
which is prepared to be a part of the play.
Bless me if you can with the "sense"
to destroy the ignorance which is creeping
and making it's nets wider.
Bless me if you can with the "idea"
to cease and to plant "no war"
and to make it no where and not at all.
Bless me if you can with the "strength"
to drag the infants from the cave of deaths
which pulls them with one means or the other.
Bless me if you can with the "plan"
to make every place a palace on earth
enriched with natural beauty and the home of mother nature.
Bless me if you can with the "thought"
to teach every one to talk and learn
to try to write and fight for the right.
Bless me if you can with the "royalty"
to make every man happy and to move
his life with happiness and nothing more.
Train of thought
I once saw a golden rose online,
It cost only £20.
For the lifetime of memories,
kissed in gold,
It’s worth the price, isn’t it?
That rose would never wilt,
It would stand there,
Shiny and bold,
All that was needed,
Was just care,
Making sure you tell everyone to be careful near the rose.
And dusting too,
Making sure the rose looks beautiful and sparking as always.
I saw the rose online,
And I thought of you,
And I knew I would never get that rose from you,
For £20 for a lifetime of happiness is too much for you.
Tbh,
It seems like respect for a lifetime of happiness is too much for you too.
Tbh,
I knew you were poor,
I can accept that,
Not being able to meet in fancy places,
Not offering to pay the bill,
Not traveling too far for me.
That’s ok
But it’s your poorness of heart that I cannot accept,
the lack of respect I cannot accept,
and it’s the lack of kindness that I will not accept.
Tbh,
I am confused.
After all, you did warn me.
You warned me of your greediness
Your shallow way of thinking,
Your roughness.
So why am I angry?
I wanted this didn’t I?
I enjoyed it right?
So why am I angry?
Crash
NOTHING TO SOMETHING
I might be nothing
Though this nothing I am is made up of the most precious minerals,
But I am meant to be something.
I may come from nowhere
Though that no where I come from is filled with the most beautiful treasures
And just by seeking you could find them.
I might be silent I agree
But I am yet the loudest
And just by listening you might hear the sound of the true me.
I might be the weakest I agree
But yet the toughest to be deceived
To misleads I can defeat.
I might be easy to brake
Though I am the strongest
But I am meant to be toughest.
I might be the softest I agree
But I climbed through the roughest surface.
I am the coolest
But yet conquer the hotness you impose
I am dark in skin
But yet very bright I dream.
You might be the richest
But can’t afford the poorness I oppose
If YOU are the SWEETEST, I AM the SOWEREST
But yet the combination is the SMOOTHEST to rejoice
Either you believed the message is released
#by YondieG the dumb dude
But yet bigger in thoughts!!!!!!!