Long Resisted Poems
Long Resisted Poems. Below are the most popular long Resisted by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Resisted poems by poem length and keyword.
When happiness makes us smile
we might think we are feeling fine...
forgetting the one who left that void inside;
could we love another with the same desire?
I happened to run into an old sweetheart
who waved and tried to get closer to me,
I resisted assuming it wasn't smart;
but I couldn't ignore the spark of sincerity
in those nostalgic eyes that asked for sympathy,
did they forget all the pain they caused me?
When happiness makes us smile,
a fonder feeling grows with the urge to forgive;
can we forgive and rekindle the flame that died,
why did we put it out and not waited
until uncertainty was persuasive
enough to pull us apart more than a mile?
Cold hands need warm hearts
to restart that passion given up with mistrust,
dry lips need passionate kisses
to make them taste a sweetness that could last.
When happiness makes us smile,
we are ready to touch the clouds and ride
them to Heaven and reach that place of joy:
there we'll find our moments of glory!
He was the first to step into the murky water,
Others stood by to watch,
They had to wade through,
It was the only route to the other side.
Not everyone can embark on a mysterious journey,
It takes the brave-hearted to decide to,
It takes tenacious minds to advance through,
The hope of the land rests on their shoulders.
The curse has to be lifted,
The evil ravaging the land has to cease,
Darkness looms over the land and has to disperse,
The turbulence needs to be assuaged.
They were able to retrieve the enchanted sceptre,
It was a death-defying journey,
They resisted the opposing forces,
They broke through the veil.
They were honoured for their bravery,
The land returned to its former days,
Joy and peace swept through the land,
The men were immortalized.
July 27, 2022.
One In Five 2 Poetry Contest,
No. 1.
Alice Run!
Down Down, the rabbit hole!
A secrete place
Escape away
Monsters and Goblins
Just tales of old
Vamps and Witches
Only exist in the real world
In that land, up above
In man, without love
In a strange land, a
Truth-twisted, God-resisted land
Man's evil addiction
Quick now Alice,
Back to fiction
Alice, no!
A girl on tv
She's a mother to be
Do they hate her
Because they fear
She not their normalsy
Beasts with nothing to do
So its all up to you
To voice and say
She's not a freak, she's not ugly
Oh Alice, what will we do?
Evil is real
Not pretend, not fiction
It is that of man
With no Godly conviction
Oh Alice, take me with you
Down Down, the rabbit hole
Lets leave behind
The obsene real-world
I hear the victims cry
And the headstones say
Come a lil closer
We're still hungry
But Alice is sane
As sane as a mad-hatter
She'll stand the test of time
Alice can see up rabbit hole
And perhaps in time
In this land of rhyme
She'll see no reason to go
I can't avert my wistful stare,
from a memento lying there.
Tears fill my eyes, and I cannot see,
my thoughts immersed in reverie.
It was nineteen hundred and sixty eight
when I saw, with her, the Violet Grape.
Psychedelic wonders, and yet,
how could the entire world forget?
Is it only me who still knows
about the band that curled the toes
of me and my angel, the wild rose?
She gave me, enclosed,
tickets for two,
saying one for me, and one for you -
we will ascend to heaven,
on concert day, October eleven.
Reminded by a purple envelope,
of a night and girl who went up in smoke,
as if they never once existed,
a strange thought to be resisted.
I can't avert my wistful stare,
from the envelope, unopened there.
When women rule
Today at the hospital my walked
on crutches ten meters on the way and the same
Distance back. Her swollen ankles were slim and downright sexy thought of patting
her on her ample bum resisted
she said this act was gross.
How am I to argue we live in the century?
Of women in charge woo the man who did something
that could be construed as an act of invasion
he will be found out even if it happened 35 years ago.
The best he has to get a job as a street cleaner hopefully
or a prison warden, not a judge.
So think well all you masculine men what you did
when a mere teenage, hope no one will remember.
I salute you oh, mighty Time:
My best friend,
My worst enemy
For
To live without you is simply
Unimaginable!
Throughout my existence
I have, unsuccessfully, struggled to accept
Whatever you brought to me,
Either it was a sweet smile
Or a bitter tear with
Equanimity
Since
I could not enjoy the one
Without
Suffering the presence of
The other
For
This, you told me, is the order of things,
This is what the heavens
Decree,
But
I, a fool ignorant, resisted!
Now, however,
Older and wiser, an obedient child of yours, oh Time,
I have finally become
So as
To abide by your universal rules
Of growth and decay
Without
My tightened lips, a single complaint to
pronounce!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 July 2020
Oh sweet perfumed branches of winter will
Upon this rock I lay my hankering and my spirit is still
I have borne the pain of winter shame
And walked with dignitaries in vain
chasing after the unknown wandering over hills and valley
but somewhere in the deep gravity got a whole of me
and forces me to speak, the heaven is wetting the clouds
and the melodies are choking the deities in the skies
But something profound will shake the heart of the town
and birds and beast shall be free and the universe will walk with thee
Months and years have passed and the journey continues to last
I have trod the hallways on broken knees and resisted temptation
but my faith kept me going when the moisture dried out of the air and I start breathing hot air,
shall I continue to comfort thee when you have fill the air with
intense anxiety and misery
Anxious minds have come alive waiting for your courage to die
But the university is standing with a made shift stretcher and lots of officers that have crossed over
I have been contemplation the symbol all day for the missing link and the point where destiny begins.
From whence did this agony come when I won the prize before winter began
The universe is frowning with thee
for what you did to my friends and family
It is the rage that is following thee
That ignite the fire before thee
all I ever hope for is a level playing field
With bats and gloves and the satellite shining above
Listen when my hunches speak there is truth in every word
And they are deep
Listen when my intuition speak and take action before you go to sleep
Thank you, Russia.
You stood up to a bully.
You faced the warmonger
that calls itself America.
To defend the weak
is true power.
Venezuela has suffered
under American claws
for many years.
Their pain
is becoming fuel.
Their sorrow
is turning into strength.
America—
even your dog in the White House
knows the truth:
you are not in Venezuela
for democracy.
You are there
for oil.
How many souls
must die
under your holy lie?
Iraq burned.
Libya bled.
Now Venezuela
stands in your crosshairs.
You call every leader
you cannot control
a dictator,
a criminal,
a monster.
But the world
knows your game.
Your crimes
have become your shadow.
Chávez stood tall—
you smeared him.
Maduro resisted—
you cursed him.
All you wanted
was a puppet
to kneel at your feet.
But the world
has changed.
The Global South
has awakened.
Your tricks
have expired.
It’s not that we worship Russia.
No.
It is because, today,
Russia stands
as a shield
for the poor nations
you have exploited
for a century.
Millions pray
for your downfall, America.
They whisper it at night.
They cry it in silence.
They carry it
in the wounds
you left in their lands.
Their prayers
will reach the sky.
Their tears
will knock at your door.
And when sorrow
returns to you—
as you sent it to others—
your ending
will be slow,
loud,
and unforgettable.
Howling winds flung me into the sea
waves lashed kelp ropes around me
my belligerence grew when I was seized
anger brewed the tighter they squeezed
With fists raised and teeth clenched
I resisted the harder they wrenched
voice rang out in acrimonious scream
my face contorted, wild eyes agleam
spittle dribbled from cracked lips
I neared the verge of sanity's eclipse
Man is but an elfin grain of sand
a mortal never has the upper hand
when wrangling with a sea of thunder
I was punished and plowed asunder
beneath coral reefs to ocean's floor
I cursed until I could no more
My swearing wails echoed my destiny
retched was my body from an angry sea
briny foam spit me on the rocky shore
done with me like an oft beaten whore
My crime was that I'd chosen wrong
the one I loved became my swan song
Piercing needles of torrential rain
burning injections increased the pain
Such bitter tea the cruel sea can steep
and I, a crumpet, tossed in restless sleep
I salute you oh mighty time:
My best friend,
My worst foe
For
To live without you is simply
Impossible!
Throughout my existence
I have, unsuccessfully, struggled to accept
Whatever you brought to me,
Either it was a sweet smile
Or a bitter tear with
Equanimity
Since
I could not enjoy the one
Without
Suffering the presence of
The other
For
This, you told me, is the order of things,
This is what the heavens
Decree,
But
I, a fool ignorant, resisted!
Now, however,
Older and wiser, an obedient child of yours, oh time,
Have I finally become
So as
To abide by your universal rules
Of growth and decay
Without
Any complaints!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 July 2017