Long Rages Poems
Long Rages Poems. Below are the most popular long Rages by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Rages poems by poem length and keyword.
I can't help but find it ridiculously absurd
when people call Biden a liar and a fraud
yet believe Trump is truthful with his word.
Cheering his fictitious claims, they applaud!
That man has spun so many webs of lies,
that he has to tell more to cover his butt.
Blaming others for everything, using alibis
that are nothing more than ludicrous smut.
It's not our Democracy that has failed,
but narcissists who want to act like a king.
He's the guilty one who should be jailed.
Alcatraz is closed, but what about Sing Sing?
I had no intention of being political again,
but sometimes lines are written that irk me.
I've no political affiliation, but I won't abstain
when some wing nut is on an anti-Biden spree.
The claim seems to be that Biden likes to rant
but who bellows and rages more than Trump?
It befuddles my mind, and I swear I just can't
comprehend why they defend that ogre's rump.
Somewhere in hell their war still rages
Somewhere in hell their fires still burn
Somewhere in hell they fight through the ages
Somewhere in hell evil swears to return
Somewhere in hell the devil wages
Who's gonna win the war from before
Somewhere in hell a truth of light engages
Against evil to stop hell from finding your door.
Somewhere in hell evil enrages
Against a spirit who will not leave his post from before.
Somewhere in hell light blinds evil at all stages
Somewhere on earth a woman bares witness to memories of their war.
Somewhere in hell his eyes will never close
Somewhere in hell memories will never fade
Somewhere in hell his life counts for something
Somewhere in hell the truth beats the lie
Somewhere in hell their war still rages
Somewhere in hell good will not die.
Somewhere in hell.
On days such as this
When all lessons seem lost
I wander the forgotten labyrinth of my mind
Unable to recollect a single detail of it's construct
So many secrets lost I may never regain
The resulting numbness keeps the pain at bay
Beauty also is kept just out of sight
An adverse effect of the Universe's need for balance
The agony I felt that night was beyond my capabilities to bear
I sit alone in this cold hell
My strength became my weakness
How I hate a cliché
The belief that no obstacle exists that I cannot overcome
Causes the strength and comfort I need
From those I hold most dear
Heartbreakingly, absent
I am not in the least overly self-critical
But I have only recently acquired knowledge
Known to so few
Self-awareness brings pain
Equally, it comforts
Unfortunately
My human nature
Without acknowledging the benefit
Frequently allows the hurt to overshadow any peaceful haven
Doomed to remain hidden
I seek stillness yet allow chaos to reign
My fears have turned phobic
Paralyzed
I choke on the essence of tomorrow
As my spirit rages
Demanding a freedom only remembered in
Whispers of forgotten dreams
02/2021
One has no more fuel left in tank,
One more dare not give army tank,
With little air in tyres
Bravado of West tires,
Cracks seem to show in NATO rank.
_______________________________________
Happenings |21.01.2023| limerick, humour
Poet’s note: New Zealand’s prime minister Jacinda Ardern has announced her resignation: ‘I’ve no more fuel in the tank’, she says. Germany, worried of Russian reprisal, is scared of supplying battle tanks to Ukraine. After 11 months of war that still rages, everyone seems to be tired of it mentally and materially. West seems to fight a proxy war at Ukraine’s cost, the latter literally left in lurch.
As in the mind of the sculptor
who sees a face or figure
to be revealed
in a block of stone or caressed
into form out of a lump of clay,
the sacred too is held hidden
within the appearance
of ordinary things.
I seldom notice
in the hurry and self occupied
focus of my life the profound
silence that lays at the core
of the magpie's exquisite song,
the still across which clouds move,
the emptiness into which
all the contents of a day are poured.
And in the turmoil that sometimes
rages through my mind
am I aware of the calm
at the very centre of who I am
and in the essence
of all created things. Nor do I
grasp eternity along whose
endless path time ticks out
its measured steps
and my life on this planet
plying a universe that seems
to be expanding into
an unanswerable mystery,
a Mind writing itself in matter
and gifting me in its vast
unfolding, a part, a moment
of form.
Silently, from afar
She watches and waits
Who will blink first?
The guilty or innocent
Victims, both; trapped
Prisoners; feelings hurt
Betrayal, a bitter pill
Who'll comfort my child?
A long cold war rages
No clear victor in sight
Diplomacy doesn't work
Cause for mea culpa
To breach the boundary
Undercover; a Trojan horse
In a heart gone cold
From despair to butterfly
In the depths of the heart, where emotions reside,
Love and fear dance, side by side.
A delicate balance, a cosmic embrace,
An eternal struggle, in this mortal space.
Love, a tender whisper, a gentle caress,
An ember that ignites, a flame to impress.
It soars on wings of hope, defying all bounds,
A symphony of feelings, where passion resounds.
But fear, a shadowy specter, a haunting chill,
Creeping through the veins, a shiver so still.
It whispers of doubt, of impending demise,
Casting clouds over love's sunlit skies.
Love seeks to bloom, like a flower in spring,
Bathing the world in colors that sing.
It holds hands in the darkness, guiding the way,
Through trials and tribulations, come what may.
Yet fear, with its grip, tries to pull love astray,
Binding it in chains, leading it astray.
The fear of rejection, of love unrequited,
A tempest that rages, love's fire ignited.
But love, steadfast and fierce, refuses to yield,
It shields the heart, a protective shield.
It quiets the doubts, the anxious refrain,
With love's tender touch, fear is but a bane.
For love and fear, intertwined they may be,
But love's light outshines, setting hearts free.
In the face of fear, love emerges strong,
A melody of courage, a triumphant song.
So let us embrace love, despite the fear's plight,
And together we'll conquer, with love as our might.
For in the union of love and fear, we find,
A strength that endures, an eternal bind.
The struggle is not between
East and west or
Worst and best, but lies
On a far more slippery slope
Connecting the cold dark, canopy of night
With the light of hope.
The battle rages
Throughout the ages
Like wild fire burning
Grass and trees below
Mother Earth’s sky blue breeze –
Flames flickering in the shadows
Surrounding you and me:
Democracy
Appears to be languishing
Between Her majestic beginnings
And dismal demise
All the while mask faced puppeteers
Pull the people’s strings
And blow oceans full of smoke
Before their naked eyes
Too numb and dumb to question who or
What or why.
As they go the way of Persia,
Egypt, Greece and Rome –
Lost in greed and glory
Forgetting God and home:
Foundation of freedom,
Liberty and dreams of higher realms
Where enlightened men once
Stood taller than eagles dare
And cast their hope filled spell
Very nearly everywhere
People cried, forsaken, died while
The hands of sweet Liberty lifted them up
And filled their cups
With more than blood, deceit and sorrow –
As some gave all they had to give
For a brave new world tomorrow.
What shall we say to those
Whose ghosts still walk
Those all too many hallowed battle grounds?
Will we curse their names to oblivion and shame
Until not a trace is found
Or will we instead, invoke the dead
And turn democracy around?
Feel alike you've been through a war?
You say you relish it, yet you failed to soar.
With numerous salvos, you ignite brightly.
Indeed, you will be rewarded blithely.
I'll be gone soon; often I must leave.
Maybe there's punter room in line to believe.
I'm getting aboard a speedy train just now.
You've given it your all to beat there; how?
But you can't seem to draw a release.
Your mind will snap, and you'll lose peace.
It's your lifeblood, and I need a break.
Sweet Sista Jane, it feels as pain ne'er forsake.
You may stress faith or attend the council.
But ideas are racing, riling psychic arousal.
Moreover, you are a walking paradox.
Nothing I stated even rang in your box.
I can stay until morning; you realize it's late.
Isn't it elating to be riding through a golden gate?
You've given it all you had to reach there.
Still, you are unable to secure your share.
But you can't seem to beget a release.
Your mind will snap, and you'll lose peace.
It's your lifeblood, and I need a break.
Sweet Sista Jane, it feels as pain ne'er forsake.
Sweet Sista Jane, you will endure the agony.
A war rages in the depths of your waggery.
With your silent fight, cracks will soon appear.
Your pain is growing behind a grin; it will smear.
Do you sense the gravity of the instance?
Where should I implement the insistence?
Is the turbulence inside you worthy of a war?
You are shown to be in favor of the explore.
Boreas laughs and of his power we will know
His breath in anger, a white blanket appears
He breathes out the north wind and snow
The master of cold and snow it appears
Zephyrus the calm one, sprinkles hope from the west
The bringer of hope, the father of fruit and of flower
From Boreas won Chloris, she loved him the best
Unlike his north brother, land didn’t devour.
Notus, jealous of the crops Zephyrus brings forth
Through summer he rages bringing storm from the south
Determined in storms to scorch the lands to the north
Flattens crops with hot winds when he opens his mouth
But Euros the unlucky one, is he weak is he wild?
Different from Zephyrus, Notus and Boreas that blow.
From the East, he is either violent or mild.
But insignificant it seems to his brothers, we know.
But the God of all says he will hold these winds back
If not, none would be saved.
For come the day he takes his Kingship back
The land with false gods will be paved.
© 25/12/2014