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Oh my.
Oh no.
Oh goodness no!
You.
How I dread (and long for) your familiar gaze –
how it haunts me!
I know it as well I know my own tail;
my own nose; my own hole!
You with your sleek, silver skin reflecting
all the sky’s blue off of itself,
and into my red eyes.
You with your razor-blade teeth –
(how I envy them!)
I loathe them for their whip
like bite.
But most of all
it is your eyes
that drive me to sweat
atop my bed of soft leaves
until my white fur is matted
and smelling
of the most intimate fear.
The fear of parting lovers.
Those empty black bowls, like pits
into hell!
Two ways to find me
before I can scream;
two ways to see me
within midnights dream;
two ways to mark me
outside of myself –
but O’,
how I love the high upon waking!
I am alive!
Alive to see another day!
Alive to praise the great mother once more!
You, old friend, make me live!
You’ve been with me
long before my mother’s taught womb –
you of the ocean, and I
of the land –
a dream, a myth, a certainty
perhaps that we were once
called brothers.
When life on land and ocean
were not mutually exclusive, and we
of the same either - or could breath
within either.
You are so much a part of me, that if
I were to leave you buried
beneath the graveyard mounds of my mind,
I feel I would parish! as surely as if
you grew limbs and found me,
as you once did,
on the land of my waking dream.
But now is now, and those days –
like your limbs and my gills,
are long gone.
So for now we shall meet in the dark
of my dreams;
where ocean and land come together
to dine –
you on my body, and I
on your soul.
*Written for Matt Caliri's Funniest-Hardest Poem Ever Contest. ;)
Now hear me human male:
a mouse am I in form;
though this is true, no right had you
to raid my rodent dorm,
Nor take me from that home--
where all my siblings slept.
Alas, my kin now weep within
and wonder why I left!
Such fear you've wrought in me;
my feet, no more at ease,
refuse to move and thus you prove
your theories as you please.
How helpless I must seem--
a puppet poised for stage.
I squirm and cringe to your syringe
within a silver cage.
You thrive much like a god--
whose reign is white, but cruel;
though, rest assured, I don't concur
at all with how you rule.
Where be my freedom now?
Perhaps within some vial--
to lightly churn and likely burn
away before your smile.
I loathe your lucid glare;
its luster pains my breast.
I cruelly hope, despite the scope,
that you are too a test!
'Tis quite a proper wish,
and one I won't regret.
Some day, you'll rue the things you do
and beg for mercy yet!
On this my soul is set.
"The last Episodes of a Vintage slave"
I'm shattered beyond belief, reaching for, an elusive life
that will never consume me, broken with with splitters in my intelligence
I do die, with slow disadvantages, chocking on harsh reflections
that keeps me on a death watch, waiting for the agent of loaded madness...
to execute me in thee (the) open, in incubus style
with hands bound to hell's bedroom of featured view...
now manipulation is but a...
Hypnosis-Inducing Drug away (sodium barbiturate) to filling your boss's
pockets with gold...
you gave a lifetime of scheming performances of which I mostly
saw in the nude...
so when the lights dim from my eyes, will you watch...
and when its your turn and your torch is extinguished
know i will wait for you, in hell...
and i will be ready to sever you all the pain you deserved,,,
aka:lyricvixen
Form:
Find me basking
In the moon
While I nurture my little ones
In our sheltered lagoon
I may seem hard on the outside
But please don’t mis-take
My shell is just a shield
For my inside, soft as cake
Yeah, I walk with a barrier
But believe me, I’m not dense
For one to know my true beauty
Must speak politely to commence
Romantically mysterious
Keen to tradition
Let me shine how much you’re valued
And illuminate intuition
Sentiment glows bright
In my crustacean eyes
If you’re close to my heart
I will hold you with ties
In cancerian claws you are safe
From the dangerous road that life paves
Etched in my heart you can see
“Defender of Love” engraved
Let me show you my stuff
In the land of the free, and home of the brave
Copyright © Miranda Lambert
Written: 6/21/11
For Nette Onclaud’s contest: Zodiac Zones
I was once again a fool for love.
I cared so much for one guy,
Who showed me no affection,
He wanted to control me.
He left me,
With no one to console me.
I will never forgive him,
For what he did.
He treated me like a little kid.
I did everything I could for him.
Why did it not work?
I can form theores,
But all I haave for evidence is memories.
Wrote in Fall 2004,
while still in college @ ULM
feel like this about someone now
who is still in my spirit to pray for
don't know why i like this person
or i can't stop praying for that person
because he comes off to be bad to everyone else
but he is really not a bad person. Not showing true identity
Just like me at a time.
God awed me last night
My spirit took flight at the sight
A shooting star prepared for me
Flew out across the sea
The sea of the sky, it did fly
Seemed so close; so close to my eye
I felt that I could reach out
And touch; its white light in route
Did it come on and land on earth?
Or was it in the sky giving wide berth
Touching on sand in a neighboring land
I know that it gave me a feeling grand
It was prepared some eons ago to bless my soul
How many others I'll never know
God is so good to let me this memory hold
Somehow his blessings on me daily bestowes
(Rhyme sort of. Read Psalms 89:5-8 just type it in on the internet search
engine:)