Long Rooted Poems
Long Rooted Poems. Below are the most popular long Rooted by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Rooted poems by poem length and keyword.
#MY! MY! OH MY! NOTHING CAN COMPARE TO SUCH A SIGH, A.K.A. "SUCH A HIGH"
AS TO SUCH A LOVELY VISION...
THE CREATOR'S PERFECT PRECISION
IN PRESENTING...
THE RAINBOW EUCALYPTUS TREE!
JUST WAIT TO YOU HAVE YOUR FIRST
LAY EYES UPON, COLORED STREWN, "SEE"
VIVIDNESS OF COLOR FINESSE *ROOTED*
IN THE GRANDEST LOVELINESS, LOCATED MAINLY IN THE PHILIPPINES ADDRESS! :-)
LIME GREEN AND ORANGE WITH TOUCHES OF POPPY RED...A RAINBOW WITH AN INLAY FLOW TO MAKE YOUR SOUL GLOW IN AWE AND ADMIRATION...{SMILE}
ADORNMENT WITH ASSORTMENT OF STRIKING LINES OF DESIGN, MY FIRST TIME SEEING, THIS BLEW MY MIND! SUCH A WONDER WHEN I STUMBLED UPON IT, NEXT THING I KNEW, MY SPIRIT FELT INSTANTLY LIT*
I HAD TO RESEARCH..."IS THIS REALLY LEGIT?"
SURE ENOUGH, IT WAS...
I WANTED TO WEEP LIKE A WILLOW, BECAUSE I FELT OVERJOYED!
EVEN WRITING ABOUT THIS...
I'M OVERJOYED! ! ! "OVER THE RAINBOW"
NO PUN INTENDED, JUST LENDED SHARING, THAT'S ALL, A BEAUTIFUL RECALL FROM MY LOVE OF THIS DISCOVERY! "GRAND!!!"
WE AS HUMANS AMONGST THIS LAND...
ISN'T WONDERFUL TO RELISH, CHERISH WHAT WE HAVE ON HAND, "NATURE'S BRAND" OF "BEAUTY ON DUTY" SERVING BEYOND JUST AESTHETIC...IT'S ALSO THE MAGNETIC FORCE AND SOURCE IT PROVIDES; LETS HOPE WITH MINDFUL ACTION, MAN WITH NATURE DOESN'T CAUSE ANY HARMFUL OBLIVIOUS FURTHER DIVIDE.
NATURE'S GIFTS WITH HUMANS...
SUCH A VISION AND ITS IMPACT MISSION,
TO COINCIDE...SIDE BY SIDE!!
"I APPRECIATE* AND ABIDE!"
THIS IS A DEDICATION TO THE RAINBOW EUCALYPTUS TREE...ONE OF THE LOVELIEST MARVELS I EVER DID SEE! I WANT YOU TO KNOW ONE THING...
MAY ALL WHO DISCOVER THE DAZZLING EFFECTS THAT THEY CAN COLLECT FROM THEIR GLORY AND UNDENIABLE AWE, BE HUMBLED FROM THE MAGNITUDE "MESMERIZINGLY"
OF WHAT THEY'VE SAW!
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} August 18, 2023#
There is a face lives in my mind, has been there since my birth
It may have been quite blurred at first, imagination knew it's worth
I knew what I was looking for, though times I must admit
I thought I saw you here or there, would feel like I'd been hit
As I grew up I saw you less, my mind would be elsewhere
So busy with my life as such, I seemed without a care
Then one day I was walking, on a beach down near the waves
I saw your face there in the foam, it brought back early days
But this time it was far more clear, with substance and 3D
I knew I had to start again, search for the one for me
I took a holiday from work, to travel round the world
Hoping fate would take me to you, my life became unfurled
Once I had been a steady lad, but that was in the past
I'm sure if I can find you, there will be a love to last
Saw many girls so beautiful, I traveled here and there
But I never saw the one, to lay my feelings bare
My life went on I met my wife, the hole was always there
The face I had been searching for, could not find anywhere
Then when my baby daughter born, stood rooted in my place
The little girl my wife gave me, that tantalising face
For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.
Ephesians 3:14?-?19 NIV
May God be with all you mothers
And young ladies who want babies
To hold and cherish one day
Indeed, motherhood takes on a mission
These babies need this love from heartbeat
To begin to receive nutrients that nourish
Into the world they come helpless
In needing you in every moment
May these father's shower you with support
In taking notice of the anxiety that comes your way
God's gift wrapped up in a bond of joy
Just a reminder to all the mothers trying
Your dedication, tears, should not go unnoticed
May ,God give you strength , love, joy and peace.
In raising these kids in these times.
They need your love to see God's spirit
That the love in you is better than the world
I am a father of two sons and have found
I can not be the father they need
Unless ,I submit to the holy Spirit guidance
For, this is where a newfound love is formed
To have a new love for all mankind.
Form:
We are all beautiful
So when we love
Of who we love
If we have God in its first
Even if it’s not reciprocal love
Will yet still flourish
For God is love
In Him, in us Always Love
in awe, in all we’re all beautiful and worthy of love;
As and that when we love one another;
We are embodying God’s love;
Even if that love isn’t reciprocated, it will still flourish;
God is our flourisher;
Because we’re rooted in Him;
Encourage ourselves and are brethren;
Focus on the love of our father
Which is a reflection of God’s Agape eternal love;
Beautiful what of art;
We are His loving heart;
As we share God’s grace;
Embodying His love in every space;
Our firm foundation;
Our grand expectation;
7/22/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
You are our everything—
honest soul that bathes in light,
forgiveness shining on the branch
where empathy blossoms like small green leaves.
You are kindness woven through the heart,
your words a canopy, a sheltering tree—
Florida women know your grace
in the hush of warm afternoons,
the hum of cicadas and the rustle of palmetto leaves.
You are there for family,
a harbor of joy at the water’s edge,
you are there when others close their eyes,
and dreams of gentle nights slip into dawn.
You are the one who waits—
strong with unshakable faith,
rooted like oaks in deep sandy soil,
you are the calm hand that eases the hurt.
Aunt Shirley, your voice
rises like a songbird at sunrise,
your laughter echoes in the garden,
and even the smallest wildflower
finds strength in your shadow.
You bring honeyed light
to every room you enter,
and the dusk that lingers in quiet corners
is swept away by your mercy.
Aunt Shirley, you are the spring
that renews our spirits,
the river that carries us forward
into forgiveness, into grace.
Your arms hold the weight of sorrow
like a branch in full bloom—
your tears fall like rain,
but they water the roots of understanding.
Aunt Shirley, you are the breath of the woods,
the hush of moss,
the green leaves that never lose their light—
you are the promise that love,
like dawn, returns each morning.
So we gather here in the hush,
to honor the soul that bathes in light,
whose kindness is the sun’s mercy,
whose empathy is the river’s song,
whose forgiveness is the wind’s embrace.
Aunt Shirley—
you are our everything.
my essence to nose as honey to tongue
purifying power moves you to One
rooted and decorated I stand atomic
down from seventh heaven cosmic
I’m tough, hardy, regarded as Old School
though ever-new coloured petals drool
milky sap as sacred unseen ambrosia
woven in fifth sheath, Atman’s kosha
Adamic my aquiline profile I breathe
connection memories, ascension eased
brain wave entrainment silent reviewed
time-space exquisite pure quarks exude
seraphic perfume as garden valance
invoking blissed emotion within balance
sanguine I worship, triggering transmutation
darkness to loosen my blossom’s salvation
pastel or bright in sunrise dewy morn
connecting to dynamo ancestors shorn
sighting me is intriguing immortality born
abide beneath my falling petals each dawn
sensations edenic across my butterflied
c e r e b e l l u m spied
my innocence your life awakening
earth minerals my satiating ~
———————————
Placed : Third : Contest : Tree Personification
sponsor : Tania Kitchin]
27.9.25
GOLD AWARD POEM: Allpoetry: July 26
My hands spade the shovel - spay the rooted grave.
Earth is impassive. Why won’t life relent?
The silver blades south for the black plastic bag
swallowed by west winds, wrapped in a blanket
that is olive green. Under the sun’s harrowing husk
I peel away the last bit of crust yet unpeeled.
Pink scab, raw, refusing to heal. Dusk is dawn, hushed -
the garden takes back what the plate glass revealed.
There is no breeze now as I sit down to write
in my black plastic chair once taken from me
by a black plastic bag. No peaceful leaves blow
as I swallow remains of what remains of night
while the lumbering bough climbs down from a tree
and sees through the window a fragmented shadow.
3/15/17
Trees cut down by saws
Then chopped into logs
Some animals have paws and claws
And other do or don't have jaws
Wounds treated with or without gauze
Caused from being at odds
Some always follow or continually break laws
Does every life form have flaws?
Fighting for something or no apparent cause
Doing it either right or wrong
Regardless of there being second thoughts and pause
Deep rooted secrets before and after belief in gods
Stalks from crops turning dry and into straw
And occasional events leaving those that saw
In complete awe
Many objects made through using blacksmith tongs
A lot of which were bronze
Shallow and deep ponds
Swimming with life like frogs
And swans
Near and far from fronds
During dusk and dawn
Could stumble upon
Great opportunities that you'd be wise to take, before they're gone
Stories that were short and long
And the same could be said for songs
Oceans with prawns
Close or far from any land or lawns
Along many bogs
There was hogs
Being hunted by man and his or her dog
Among negative and positve bonds
Suddenly the fog
Came in strong
During a night that was far from calm
As time continued on
Things occasionally would correspond
And other occurrences turned out to be a facade
Due to one typically wanting a cash wad
And to technically rob
By: Dalton Ogletree
Why is life either dark or bright,
dreary as death and joyful as birth?
Why can't it be brighter than light?
Some aim high at claiming their birthright,
their thoughts are rooted in worth;
why is life either dark or bright?
For many days and nights are cursed with fright,
often failure becomes an unbearable torment;
why can't it be brighter than light?
Could anyone restore a man's blind sight,
or multiply a fish by invoking a thought?
Why is life either dark or bright?
And should all who seem impeccably right,
hide hatred and envy by not rising a doubt?
Why is life either dark or bright?
Must I remind everyone how fragile is might;
wasn't life created from water and dust?
Why is life either dark or bright?
Why can't it be brighter than light?
There's a war inside my head
Between an Angel and a demon
The Angel says I'm doing good
The demon keeps on screaming.
Your doing better than you did.
No! You need to try much harder!
I dunno who's right just don't let me
End up like my father.
My chest begins to tighten
And there's a pain in the middle
Its hard to catch a break when your
Brains scrambled like a riddle.
Am I really good enough? Or just
Somewhere in the middle?
The thoughts inside my head play
My depression like a fiddle.
Some days I feel dazed
Out of place and my body numb.
Hoping those I love are somewhat
Proud of what ive become.
Sometimes I need to cry but the tears never seem to run.
I just wanna be
But the pains rooted so deep
I just need a light that can wake me
From this sleep.
Can you guide me away from the peak.
Take me to safety so I can finally be
In peace.