Long Proficient Poems

Long Proficient Poems. Below are the most popular long Proficient by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Proficient poems by poem length and keyword.


Premium Member Advice For the Pain Inflictors

Broken battered angry deranged parents 
Try to break their children at an early age
So they will not be alone in their misery
It works with some, however, with others 
It completely backfires.

They take their pain and shake it into poetry, and art.
They write it into songs and musicals that become world-renown
They ease their sad experiences into ways to help others
Think Oprah, Shirley Temple, Maya Angelou, Tyler Perry and Ellen DGeneres 

Children who shine the brightest as adults were often the ones
Who were put down, tromped on, slapped, whipped and 
belted when they were children.
Our most proficient writers, authors, poets, singers, dancers, and actresses 
The ones whom we all look up to, were often put down as children.

Listen, you broken battered angry deranged parents 
Beware, your pain-inflicting will not work.
Worse, when they become rich and famous,
They may wipe their shoes of you
And not help you at all in your old age.


Premium Member Kaleidoscope King Seeks New Queen

Kaleidoscope King ponders a replacement woman for him.
Queen was gone, for sure, he understood this, after a time.
She'd have to be outgoing, fun, and have a sense of humor for his kin.
His children would drag her through their muck and grime

Would have to have stamina, and energy that oozed around the room.
Her looks would not matter, he was beyond caring about stuff like that.
Would have to be computer proficient and be able to maneuver Zoom.
He did not care if she was a bit ugly, plain, or just a wee bit fat.

He was thinking this when the door opened and a beauty walked in.
She was not corpulent, but sassy, with red hair, and a tiny bit thin.
Her smile lit up the room, and made him feel all of six years-old.
Her eyes were glittering, green and pretty; she was truly bold!

This is the replacement woman, he thought, she’s the one for sure!
Spies came back with nods that her ideas were sweet and pure.
She looked over at the Kaleidoscope King and said “Sorry, Honey, 
But your age trumps all feelings I could ever have for your money.”
Form: Rhyme

Matthew Scott the Marionette

Matthew Scott The Marionette...

(Concocting cock and bull poetic pap
promises to approximate bovine rap
worse case scenario..., you will snap
so friend me at funny farm in Trappe
Pennsylvania, or frankly yukon zap
this poppycock poetic
emetic entailing...vowel)

movements deftly managed skilled puppeteer
unseen hands adroitly maneuver paraphernalia
bajillion miles away deep into thee atmosphere,
where Soundgarden's black hole sun serves as
infinite energy-feeds performing artist career

inherent behind the scenes trickster leveraging
mine every move master of ceremonies appear
ring poking his oblate spheroid noggin thru walled
sky inquiring, asper state of being paternal care
oft times addressing him as father, cuz proficient

craftsmanship forged me from nought meticulously
rendering yours truly complex functions, an engineer
ring feat cosmic artisan whipped out applying greased
lightning rods (unbreakable accouterments) endowing,
and endorsing creation with uber tender loving care

divine intervention nary clue hinted, thus me unaware
leverage, sans remote control bound tethered bond
most every day of "FAKE" existence never suspected
every aspect of my being linkedin at mercy of pioneer,
who more or less cornered, fabricated, patented... the

market, sans configuring sophisticated kin o'man near
lee indistinguishable from offal housed in Augean stables
essentially explaining incessant mooing "holy cow" & rear
ring like a bucking bronco, though mastermind did milk
golden opportunity calf full not to exploit this cash cow

loose sing hybridized mutant amidst green acres, where
past chore age of cornucopia frequently dredges muck
cob bray, and remembrance of things past, I Angus here
hoof hit might be convenient Taurus to part ways lest
ye accuse me being lame provocateur, spewing this slop
(from well chewed cud) out the figurative derriere!

Premium Member Are You the Girl, Or the Woman

Are you the girl all clingy and wanting, 
Or are you strong and self-sufficient.
Are you the girl who throws a tantrum, 
Or do you reason fair, clear and proficient.

Are you the girl who wants attention,
Or the woman who wants respect.
Are you the girl deceitfully playing those games, 
Or do you nurture the current subject.

Are you the girl addicted to media,
Or are you addicted to life.
Are you the girl who can’t cook or clean, 
Or are you a proud housewife.

Are you the girl that likes to be all sexy, 
Or are you all about grace.
Are you the girl into reality tv, 
Or have you learned to embrace.

Are you the girl that banks on a man, 
Or are you financially free.
If you were the second choice in every stanza,
Then I’d love for you to meet me.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Our Greatest Race of All

Our ancestors started that what we call
today - our human race, around this blue globe,
sure enough we all are part of their great quest
to populate our precious planet earth,

Now along our way, we learned a thing or two
to pass along, what we all must do, to keep all
life stable, as well as efficient for our Freedom too,
live  peacefully forward, onto our viable outcome, 

We find ourselves at so many crossroads since,
ancestor’s quest for each of us to achieve, had started…
water, food for all, nutritious in nature, shelter, subsequently
medicine, protective clothing, per our orientations to begin working

Toward our global green efforts, joint service proficient management
of our environment, technology, transformation of energy,  
reorganize Industry, Governments level of commitment successfully 
so to transform a global peoples faith in humanity with health, vigor

“Thus our greatest race of all for humanity to survive together to achieve, 
now our joint quest “                                  
.


Pesky Poppycock Payback Please Prepare

Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian

puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,

parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving
perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements

projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging
packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish
psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic
protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist,

polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic
postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache,
peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious
puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial

principles, plenty public parking, purposefully
promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing
paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters,
profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball

players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional
palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling,
proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating
phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote

phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting
paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating
phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place
purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.
Form: Persona

Help Wanted the Job Posting

Position available immediately in a Christian life
Full time with an out of this world benefit package
Looking for a humble individual with a loving, and 
caring heart to take on role of a servant.
You will work in a progressively growing field.
Duties include the following: Putting others first,
Job requirements include: a willingness to help in all areas of need.
Must be willing to work any hour called upon
And have great listening skills. Need to be able to carry 
heavy burdens, must be willing to sacrifice self for others, need active knowledge of the ten 
commandments and be fluent in the fruits of the spirit.
must be proficient in the practice of self-denial, and be a seasoned prayer warrior
Veterans’ in the army of God are strongly urged to apply.
Long-suffering and compassion a must. A willing heart and born again
experience necessary. Camel knees a plus!
If interested please contact God, the Father, by calling Jeremiah 33:3
Or by knee- mail. Interviews conducted same day.  
An equal opportunity employer

Premium Member Protesting Truth Speaks

I see liberal action out marching 
In protest against an elected body 
Hypocrites who hold no value 
hitting a raw nerve highlights 
in their own country of choice

Freedom is being turned upside down 
judged and brought into law 
corruption against the holy script 
criminals dressed as victims attack democracy

Directly as proficient liars are exposed daily 
tearing down human rights of the just

Unholy morals has no grounds to speak or act 
our liberty is of moral choice
We are silenced to accept certain agendas 
under good conduct hidden views against truth 
revealing a deep upset knowing it carries hurt

A secret pains honesty 
in reverse unfolding one dark spot 
at the crossroads 
The true cards
if they were laid clearly upon the table 
Correctly baring 
they would instruct the ignorant 
into the marrow of the bone 
undressing such a source 
that remains completely blind

Compunctious Suzzy R Prime Graphomaniac

Read and learn 

If you dare and have an inert
compunction to do so

And if you do may i suggest

Taking some of your precious
time to read Mev Suzette Richard's

As she is as i just learned as
she taught me

What it means to be both
a graphomaniac and legolepsic

And worst of all she is also
as proficient and prime at
maths as well

And though i should be jealous

I am more envious instead

Because she seems to revel
in her talent

And wishes to share and pass
it on to other's 

Rather than keep it to herself
and waste it

There is a long running t.v 
program quiz over here in
England called Countdown

And i think she would absolutely
smash it

Credit we're credit is due and
in if you see a gift or talent
in someone else

Why not take the time to point
it out and let other's in on the
secret 

Because she seemingly took a
2 year hiatus or break

And to me that is a crying 
shame and a waste

And can't help thinking maybe 
both she and countless other's
wouldn't have or felt the need to

If we you , i or anyone took just
a second of our time to encourage
and appreciate 

Any single person who inspires
you teaches or you learn anything
from

Prologue 6


       Gus got all of those who were allowed to attend 
and "available" settled in around his big oak table. 
He even put in an extra leaf to accomodate, 
so there was enough space to keep from 
slap fights and infighting of kin. He handed out 
charmingly and diplomatically, the swami hats each containing an indian feather and a bedazzle kit- stone standard. He didn't have time to personalize 
a moniker, this would have to do in a pinch. 
Speaking of pinching weiners, Gus had to go to the bathroom, and was potty dancing and squinching, 
this whole seance thing and having the floor for 
everyone's attention was getting him excited. 
On his way to the bathroom, he noticed Silky had 
already fashioned his into a pimp hat, 
cocked to the side as he slapped Penney for good measure to help break the hat in. 
Penney fashioned hers into a pirate hat and shot Silky a look of smug mutiny. Kenny was too busy dealing 
Vatican 2 pedopriest some product to personalize his for the moment. Gus pulled the hat from LizPiggo's 
mouth and made his way, forgetting he locked 
Nancy and Chuck in there and took a two story wiz 
out the window. What a story! they were embarking 
on indeed, was all he could think about, 
except for the fact that he couldn't use the kitchen 
sink because he couldn't find his step stool and 
the arc of his stream no matter how proficient his trajectory would go all over the floor on re entry 
unless he jumped toward the sink in the final throes. 
He remembered what happened last time. 
Wet floors and jumping were a wicked mix.
After he heard the voices seemingly coming from somewhere close "out there", he shook 
the distraction off 
and resolved to get back in there and get this seance underway. The spirits needed him !...
Form:

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace