Long Put aside Poems
Long Put aside Poems. Below are the most popular long Put aside by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Put aside poems by poem length and keyword.
A man should first know his own strength,
what it is he can and cannot do,
our physical power is no small thing,
use it wrong and you’ll be truly screwed,
they’ll take everything away from you.
But on the right job, or in self-defense
it’s a boon that can make all the difference.
A man should know that he has to work,
that without it there’s no dignity,
that hand-outs just put you on a leash,
make you someone else’s property,
for them to move around endlessly.
To truly be free, you’ll have to labor,
earn the respect of yourself and your neighbor.
Man should know of his nation’s past,
what it cost to get where we are now,
the good and the bad, and who sacrificed
to give us the life freedom allows,
not all folks with this chance are endowed.
It is our duty to see it live on,
to not do so would leave our children wronged.
A man should know to carry a knife,
and to own and use a firearm,
to know the when and why of such things,
in defense only should he cause harm,
or if hunting food down on the farm.
But trusting to fate will leave a man dead,
you must have the tools to hand evil its head.
A man should know how to spend his money,
how to plan ahead and make a budget,
and to put aside for the unforeseen,
it always hits when your least expect it,
and a killer lies within large debts.
It’s not just cash, it’s hours of your life,
things are easier when you spend it right.
A man should know that human nature
is something that’s never going to change,
and all who think they’ll ‘remake’ the world
as either childish, evil, or insane,
their ideas end in nothing but pain.
Treat people as the mixed batch they are,
at least then you’ll have the chance to go far.
A man should know that women are built
different not just in body, but in mind.
Each sex will have its natural strengths,
and we play to them all the time.
Given our aggression men will find
use in restraints from old chivalry,
no matter the protests of the feminazis.
A man should know how to be sincere,
to be honest in his life and his work,
to hold close to a firm code of honor
so as not to devolve into a jerk,
but to still remember how to hurt,
because if you can’t, if you have no backbone,
then you can forget a life that’s your own.
Six men had found a kiosk in a clearing in the woods
They ordered up some hotdogs from the chef of meaty goods
One tried to boost his appetite by going for a stroll
His friends thought he’d gone home… but he’d been devoured whole
Five men were eating hotdogs but one had to take a pee
He nipped into the woods where he would let his pee go free
He found an oak where he could pee and nobody would see
And was eaten by a crocodile hid behind the tree
Four men were eating hotdogs and one missed his childhood friend
A friend more like a brother and on whom he could depend
His friend had been gone longer than he thought he might intend
He went to search the woods and met the croc… then met his end
Three men were eating hotdogs but their number now was dwindling
They’d gone into the woods and they were not collecting kindling
One said they’re playing tricks on us and marched into the trees
The crocodile only left the bit below his knees
Two men were eating hotdogs and they eyeballed one another
Could it be that one was an assassin undercover
One nibbled at his hotdog before getting to his feet
Then headed off and met the croc he didn’t know he’d meet
One man gazed at his hotdog with a newfound clarity
He put aside that hotdog for he knew where he should be
And now he tells the world he’s seen the writing on the wall
His placards say, “Ban hotdogs… for they’re gonna kill us all!”
Mother's mistake
She didn't get a remake
Had me
Wasn't much to see
Kinda slow
So many things I wanted to know
Places I wanted to go
Put aside
Always cried
I was grown
No love shown
Tried to do good
But was always misunderstood
Never had a thing
Happiness it could never bring
Me myself and I
Times I have wanted to die
I wish I could fly
Lost inside
So I hide
Darkness closes in
I cannot win
I fight
For the light
Depression
Don't need a Dr session
Need people true
But they make me blue
Hate life
And it's strife
But I'm here
So much fear
No one ever near
Alone am I
Living under the open sky
To belong
I so long
To late
This is my fate
Don't care
Cause I don't dare
The sun bakes me a medium rare
The rain
Brings pain
The cold
Makes me old
Life
The strife
All I see
I long to be free
But I'm stuck being me
Mother's mistake
Love is fake
Wish I was real
The pain I feel
Drives me down
Kicking hard not to drown
I stay afloat
Too many holes drilled in my boat
At the end of my road
Hard to carry my load
Mind if I sit here awhile
Enjoy your smile
No where left to go
I know
It is all on me
What I see
Nothing is at the end
A lifetime I did spend
Searching for who I was meant to be
But I'm just me
Mothers mistake
Sitting by a lake
Bad decisions I always make
Lead me here
This loneliness I fear
I wish I was wanted
But my life is haunted
Dreams and desires
Lost in the burning fires
Of my heart
As life falls apart
I wish I may
Find the right words to say
I wish I might
Win this fight
And find the light
And be me
The man I wish to be
Sweet breeze of memory come blow the dust of time, that's settled in the conscience of a
sleeping mind,
Awaken long lost dreams that I had to put aside, arouse the ghost's of yetserday I buried
deep inside.
Sweep clear the ashes that have rested on the past, for it's time to take another look
among the shadows that were cast.
Sweet breze of memory blow the secrets clear, allow the voices in my head the chance for
me to hear.
Scatter all the seeds of doubt, that were planted long ago, harvest all the bad times,
don't let the heartache grow.
Sweet breeze of memory when I close my eyes I see, the time as come for me to say I truly
know of you I'm free.
Sweet breeze of memory be kind with what you call, for although I lived a crazy life, I
don't want to recall it all.
There was a time when the great, gridiron classic,
Was the ultimate in athletic pursuit.
But lately, the evolution has been warped, by
Policy & standards that have served to dilute.
Most of us familiar to the game, have seen it grow,
Both by player dimension & injuries sustained.
Where now the skill resides in one's ability to
Bend the rules, as long as most are entertained.
Specifically, players have become much bigger,
Stronger, and faster in the past, say 40 years.
And if you recall your basic physics, that's a
Recipe for extreme forces and many tears.
Yet during this same period, you'd think
The equipment would develop & protect more.
But what I see is a noticeable reduction in protective
Padding, and some has been put aside to ignore.
For example, knee pads & 'girdles' worn through
Youth, to protect the knees, hips, and backbones ...
Are vanishing quickly among the older ranks,
Breaking speed limits for those sticks & stones.
Also, it could be argued that almost every play in a
Game, has penalties and judgement must decide on degree.
Causing players to skillfully see what they can
Get away with; quite a unique athletic skill set, you agree?
Now for the record, I'm a huge football fan,
And I've enjoyed the game for half a century.
And while I hope the players will compete safely,
The equipment & rules need review for equity.
There is a place where deserts bloom and loving is the law
Where miracles are commonplace and sorrows come to fall
When desires flower amidst the fields of singing lily throngs
And sin, with its razors edge, is a foregone ancient song
It is a place by streams of life, where marigolds do thrive
Where misty aqua canopies supply pleasures to our lives
Then luscious verve and greenery on mountaintops do grow
And pleasures we past put aside, no longer do forgo
Here, patchwork friendships sawn asunder are seamlessly re-sewn
And trees of men and sapling sons for times long lost atone
Oh, how I long for these dear times when nations breathe as one
When frozen tongues of languages have melted in the Son
No pain, no sickness, no sullen thoughts - no lurking death to fear
To see the work of one’s own hands, for all eternity to cheer
This passionate air, this prospect true, this paradise re-claim
Oh, how I strive to walk the path to see this righteous reign
A REDNECK LOVE POEM
Susie Lee done fell in love,
She planned to marry Joe.
She was so happy 'bout it all,
She told her pappy so.
Pappy told her, Susie Gal,
You'll have to find another.
I'd just as soon yore ma don't know,
But Joe is yore half brother.
So Susie put aside her Joe,
And planned to marry Will;
But after telling Pappy this,
He said,Thar's trouble still.
You can't marry Will my gal,
And please don't tell yore mother,
But Will and Joe and several mo',
I know is yore half brothers.
But Mama knew and said, My Child,
Just do what makes ye happy.
Marry Will or marry Joe,
Ye ain't no kin to Pappy.
Author Unknown
(Jes like Pappy)
I didn't write this but it was so cute I had to share it.
Judy Ball
The me that is me is often mislaid,
perhaps by intention to shelter my fear
For what if my mirror reflected my soul,
would the world still want me
The science of hiding perfects within time
Its nature is such that a new me is born
It’s easy to zipper the old one away
and go about life with a safer veneer
But what are the chances forever in life
Disguises discovered are rarely excused
No matter the reasons or cause of dismay
For love of a lifetime, honesty wins
Yet where is the courage to offer the truth
What touches the surface still fondles my heart
And now there is you to gamble my feelings
Oh, when and just how will I know
Though view of my favor can somewhat be real
Selected acceptable elements hold
If what you had wanted to see, disappeared
could you justify what remains
I ask of you now, facades put aside
This metaphor dangling in dangerous hope
If I were another and you didn’t know it,
would you love me still, if I wasn’t a poet
By grace divine, the truth is known,
as realisation full blown,
which though imbibed, is not ingrained,
unless our consciousness we hone.
As long as we’re to ego chained,
deluded that our heart is stained,
the freedom we seek is denied,
thus light of Self is not retained.
Thought of attainment put aside
and fears nurtured to God confide,
that thus reclaiming our essence,
in our heart’s core we may reside.
Ego veils our luminescence
opaquing Self’s effervescence,
so simply feeling, not thinking,
light bursts forth as our quintessence.
Head and heart with bliss beats linking,
space flickers as though it’s winking,
whence we don’t imbibe but become,
living light of Self unblinking.
Feel within Divine Mother strum
harp of spine, birthing a bliss hum,
in continual renewal,
God’s gong of Om, the cosmic drum.
Divine magnetism the fuel,
silence exits life pulse dual,
wherein poised we become the flame,
with Self the prize, heart’s crown jewel.
Why must the American people keep asking why
The FBI always seems to get a Bye
When accountability for one's actions
Should be so high
Persecution of so many a- lister's stuck in the public's eyes
Though they deserve the cost of their own demise
Because we no longer just let it lye
So once again we try to send our cries to Washington
Hoping they will not fall on deaf eyes
When people plug into the few systems on which we rely
To prevent any more of our teachers or students from having to die
That leaves so many families devastated asking why
Our Governments plan ends with nothing but a lie
Social media and reporting these troubled teens actions
Should never have been put aside
While Congress takes a free ride
Gun control so widely divided among our lawmakers
That seems to be a bunch of overpaid fakers
That is supposed to be the movers and shakers
For the American people who elect them to office
So much gun violence in our schools and streets
Have parents demanding answers while Congress retreats
From the president to the FBI should be held accountable
When public awareness is so high
American people won't tolerate any more of their attempted tries
We need them to set their agenda's aside to hear the families cries
I say this to open up with my own silence
To deal with all the headlines about the rise of school violence
We need our governments promise they will decide
These kinds of actions will no longer be allowed to backslide
Or be put on the back burner to let ride
Or accountability in our elected officials will just have to rise
In the public's eyes that will cut them down to size
To elect a government willing and wise hearing America's cries