Long Seclusion Poems
Long Seclusion Poems. Below are the most popular long Seclusion by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Seclusion poems by poem length and keyword.
Shed a tear for the stars,
Who’ve fallen blindly,
Like a slow ache,
To the still, dark earth,
Where inklings of grace,
Grow wild as the sands,
Flowing free, like make believe,
In the heavy prison
Of dusty songs,
Warring with the night,
Before life went wrong,
Echoing melancholy
To night’s wounded soul,
One who knows lonely
Never stays alone
Soon, the other will enter
The solitary pain,
Revoking the seclusion
As time colors spirits
In sentimental, gentle
As the glow of fireflies
Glistening silhouettes
Shadow’s regrets
A million miles
Yet, here we are, stumbling
Through the silence, still
As the last breath, gasping
Wandering through promises,
Stirring seasonal freedoms
Flowers, rain, reflections
In the spirit, I hear Him
Singing, singing, singing
Never giving up on me,
Hesitating like afternoon,
Healing, helping, heartening
Comforting every last wound
And I hear Him, His song
Pouring out like a river, rushing
Waters of love – softly flowing
My heart, assured, knowing
Forever is coming soon
Time never forgets
Seasons blessed by psalms,
Heart words, warring with dark
Truth that has a voice well known
For its fire, its depth, its wisdom
Reflecting all the serenity found
By those who know Him, love
Like a sea of eventual
Forming lakes of everlasting
Hopes of God’s perfection
Sunshine images erasing the pain,
Seeking to shine like the grace
That finds the lost, despite the cost
Rescuing, freeing, saving
What was impossible
Is positive of His love,
Love like a sea, splashing
Light all around my spirit
Joy without measure
Wherever I am, whatever comes,
I know One who has made a way
One who shines brighter than I can say
He is the promise that I can’t break
With all my worst sins, all my darkness
I can’t spoil the song that He wrote…
When He came to die
Then come back to life,
Making a way for you and I
Thank God for the words
Poured out in love, true love,
On pages of Holy verses,
He came to save the world
And assure the heart whose heard
What it means to follow His path
Leading to life, everlasting
Life that will never end
Life that is forgiven of sin.
I’m so thankful that I’m His
I’ve been chosen and blessed
So I’ll never stop thanking Him!
hereunder is served some poetry pouches full of love,
dear reader, stir them as you like,
if you wish you may crack them to pour into mouth,
you may smear them on your body
or you may sprinkle them on the ground
and then chant the name of god
with love and enjoyment
1.
the simplicity that rolls down
from the body of the sweet-meat
made by my mother
let it bring light
to our radish-red love-story
to hear or to notice
love
does not need
putting an ear on the wall
of the wall-street journal
the bottle could be filled
from the voice
when you go to fill the bottle
you would see that everywhere
the arrangement of picnic is ready
when i want to take part in that feast
my neighbours would drive me towards
the home
although i’ve spent all my life
running behind the love
2.
who’s won the muddy-battle
was yesterday’s politics
my addiction is actually to cater
the pouch of love
to develop all vitamins
and all bathrooms
people say you don’t love
the claps of the rats
yet i’ll come down
from the branch of a guava-tree
as a wave-of-shopping-mall
to the lake of your love
now i’ll jump out
from this computer screen
to register a kiss
on your lips
don't miss to applaud
by clapping the hands
3.
the heart is half-sunk
in the window
to some extent
in the lipstick too
on the dinner-plate
there is the feelings of the lord
that means
i’ve to be burnt more
i do agree
i would become
the sculpture of khajuraho
this happenings may have been
the right search for love
on either-side of which
a green is being worked out
by the nostalgic-cycle
whose colour-texture is very much harappa
which has too many geometric-memories
4.
an undertone is speaking
from within the solitude
now i’m in very much
distress
or i’m in love
i don’t know my love is what-for
may be that’s an arrangement only
so easily are those interactions
stitched with words
strenuous or effortless
in flight
initiated
with seclusion
but when in the sinking of the playfulness
i write the games of the street-charmers
the birds again and again
pierce the archery
thus becoming ashes
through travelling
in time-gaps still
the audacity to compose poems
on you
Midst efforts to resolve a viral pandemic
Causing global illness and death epidemic
As we process the merits of our heartfelt fears
Mixed with worry, doubt, dread, anger, and sometimes tears
Let’s not forget about the virgin who conceived
A child sent from God, so our sins could be relieved.
As we shelter in our places of seclusion
Where once welcomed visits are now an intrusion
As we inhale and exhale covered by our mask
While simple routines are now a cumbersome task
Let’s recall that to the virgin a child was born
Who would bring hope, joy, and peace to a world forlorn
When six feet apart striving for social distance
Has become the new normal of our existence
When our multiple efforts of sanitation
Instigates within us constant aggravation
Visit the manger, see Joseph and his betrothed
Gaze upon the child who in swaddling rags was clothed
When the news of more COVID cases scours the land
When the ones who govern hand down a new demand
When after each encounter we wash our hands clean
As we hope and pray each day for a new vaccine
Listen to the voices of the angelic throng
Announcing the Messiah’s presence in their song
As new stipulations create family strain
And events occur causing economic pain
When we come in close contact with those infected
Then obey rules of quarantine as directed
Let’s treasure the glorious news of a savior
Who came to remedy our sinful behavior
When we grieve a cherished friend or loved one who dies
And we can’t properly gather to say goodbyes
When we want to weep and give each other a hug
But we are restricted to a stare and a shrug
Let’s join the angels in praising the Prince of Peace
For in His grace and mercy we will find release
When each retail store bears the sign “masks are required”
And every adventure makes us tense and tired
When we learn that someone had a positive test
And we retreat to our homes for much needed rest
Let’s treasure Jesus, ponder His truth in our heart
With fresh faith in Him tomorrow a new day start
Midst our expressed concerns about the world’s future
Worrying that the wounds are too deep to suture
When mental anguish and fear are out of control
When encouraging words lack power to console
Recall that our purpose is to give Christ glory
And our mission is to propagate His story
The hurt builds inside, with no way to get free from within.
It’s havoc safely locked away, unable to wreak the divine chaos it so desires To spread like poison amongst cravings of unbridled fury.
To inflict on the soul that ignited this bitterness still left unspoken,
Screaming on the inside, paint on my smile, and look happy for the camera.
Why is it my heart cannot abide the counsel of my mind?
I would not have this anger and thirst for destruction dwelling on my mind.
The shattered glass has fallen in shards by my feet,
The leftover pieces of an emotion that doesn't fascinate me like it did before.
Always dancing out of my grasp, tempting me to seize what I cannot.
The illusions of my mind, the ones where I was loved, and I was happy,
Begin to disintegrate around me, flour and water mix, then become a paste.
One small, with its fiction and fantasies, it weaves a giant web of deceit.
I tried so hard to make them see that love has a cruel cycle it follows,
Demanding devotion, with it's array of charms and sober unrealities.
Impacts are worse on the naïve; truth becomes a chaos loosed in their souls.
The fright, shock leaves me standing alone not knowing where or who I am.
Bewildered, I wonder why I took this chance at potential annihilation,
The fabrication of my life filled with the wreckage of my self-destruction,
My downfall closing in quickly, I can taste defeat, like bile in my mouth
The flavor burns as it fills my mouth, I spit, foul though it may be,
I have unwillingly endured exposure to harsh realities, I can take no more.
Seclusion begins to soften my still raw emotions so I examine them up close.
Barriers stand on end, like a firewall, made of unyielding rocks and stones.
This time it will take more than charm and whit to break them down.
No big bad wolf to blow down my walls, strong in their assembly,
My refuge is sturdy, well built and formidable, and that is the way I need it.
Once again, I have restored my sanity, if only for the moment, and for now,
I will watch the daily lives of those around me, unable to participate, again.
One day I will rejoin the world, but for now I will stay behind my walls,
I will watch from afar and dream of the time I was on the outside,
Even if only for a moment in time, I was there and I tasted the air out there.
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
alone with the enduring Earth, and Night.
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
who wrestles with his dream; as some pale shape.
Their sharp black heads against a quiet sky,
where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies.
As if the vanward clouds of evil days
Call to the HOURS, that in the distance play.
I'll miss thee sporting o'er the dewy lawn,
the spots and struggles of the timid Dawn
here where seclusion looks out on a scene
not what will be, but what, long since, has been.
So scathe it, as the flocks with venom-bite
And where the red was, lo! the bloodless white.
THE relic taken, what avails the shrine,
or crackling holly, or the gummy pine?
The trees are full of the dark-stooping night
with octaves of a mystic depth and height.
When life is done? Perchance in other spheres--
across the gulf of darkness and salt tears,
I would not tarry if I could be gone,
as one who having wandered all night long.
Among th' immortal pow'rs, and free from care;
even the torment sighs soft in the air.
The shrieking of the tempest-tortured tree,
of her most ancient, chastest mystery;
untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
three months bade wane and wax the wintering moon
with vain Inscriptions, which the Freeze has borne.
But see the sun-beams bright to labour warn?
Every conception that a man can find
that dwell within the compass of the mind
sink tower and temple; nothing long may stay
of watered light and dull drowned waifs of day.
Graveness of iron; moist black earthen mould;
an orb's dim throes, by iron stars controlled.
A climbing moon upon an empty sky;
the grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies!
Light, darkness, air and water, heat and cold,
who can distinguish darkness from the soul
for him, that calls for Succour from the Throne
till either gorge be stuff'd or prey be gone?
Catch the faint voice, and raise the languid head.
what need of name or music hath the dead?
I hear huge Pestilence draw vaporous breath,
come, heavy sleep, the image of true death
with silent feet into sleep's poppied lair.
My Soul. I summon to the winding, ancient stair.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men
as silent Suns to meet the Night descend.
I tranquility
I’m calm
I restfulness
I’m peace and quiet
Peacefulness I am
I quiet in quietude
I’m silence
I’m soundlessness a hush
I’m calm
In the calmness of the Lord
PEACE
Stillness still am I
Privateness seclusion in mine solitude
Isolation retirement
Freedom from interference
Mental calm in mind serenity.
I am at peace and forever be
in a larger sense, peace (or peacefulness) can alas I’m always in a state of harmony,
Quiet or calm
I’m in serenity
Peacefulness, tranquility
I’m calm
In the calmness of the Lord
My composure placidity placidness and at rest
I’m repose so at ease in comfort contentment In God’s security
Bliss
Joy
Nirvana, Hallelujah
Mixed in law and order
Peacefulness harmony
In harmoniousness accord Jesus concord
Amity I am amicableness in goodwill many friendship
Cordiality nonaggression and nonviolence
Respite
Lull
A ceremonial handshake or kiss exchanged during a service in some Churches symbolize I my Christian love and unity.
PEACE
That is not disturbed by anything at all,
I’m like a still pond with no ripples.
PEACE
I release myself of my emotions
I am not humanity judge nor jury
I am free
Freedom from dispute or dissension between individuals or groups
I agree and receive and believe in God’s grace and His glorious
PEACE
PEACE released
I’m a witness
PEACE is still
PEACE is here for I speak it
ALWAYS
Simple peace.
Peace is a time without any fights or wars.
law and order I speak and live order peacefulness
Peaceableness harmony harmoniousness accord with my brothers and sisters
Concord amity amicableness goodwill friendship even if you proclaim to be my enemy
Cordiality nonaggression nonviolence respite lull
I’m so peace now it’s borderline unbelievable
PEACE
PEACE released
I’m a witness
PEACE is still
PEACE is here for I speak it
ALWAYS
Simple peace.
Peace is in my life
In my minds world
I pour my heart out peace is mind and it can be yours?
This I receive it, speak it and I believe it…
PEACE released
I’m a witness
PEACE is still
PEACE is here for I speak it
ALWAYS
Simple peace.
1/9/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Written for class assignment (WIPS) North Omaha Writers Group (NOW)
January 7, 2020 Assignment
It is a secret
You’re afraid to reveal
Too much of your heart
You’re afraid, so you conceal
The real you, the real truth
The hues of hope and faith
The sweetness of such grace
It is a worry
You’re too aware of
A darkness that hurries
To dim your sparkle, to dissuade
Your kindness, your blazing
Spirit, your warmth and sincerity
The feelings that make you believe
In the brilliance of a light…
That pours out over the blackest night
It is a doubt
You’re ashamed to speak of
A discouragement, a dread – clouding
Out all the good, the amazement,
The wonders that assure the soul
There is a joy that grows and grows,
A miracle so abundant it consoles,
Phenomenal love, compassion so perfect
It is a lonely ache
Surviving the hopes in your heart,
Isolation from the whisper of grace,
Seclusion from the chance
To reach out to someone with faith,
Smile through the burning of a past
Where you didn’t know kindness or the
Meaning of relationship – fulfillment
It is a detested place
Where there is no honesty or thanks
Where light never makes its way
Through the desperation, the grief, the despair
That seems to penetrate each inspiration
With seeds of distrust and reservations,
Suspicions that keep you from the answers,
The trust that stirs your heart to assurance
It is there, in the shadows
Where hearts are broken and spirits
Are destroyed by the sorrow and pain,
The endless feelings of loss and disgrace
The abundance of miseries and mysteries
Who make life feel like a horror tale
Instead of the promising narration of inspirations…
The poetry of a life who is guided
By the hand of One who knows
The heart is made up of more than one
Poem, more than one tale, more than one
Verse that leads to the conclusion, the victory
Comes in believing that the ending, the finish line
Will bring a reassurance, a confidence, more penetrating than the
Past could possibly destroy with its uncertainty and malice!
The poetry of a life – is created by
Listening to His love – His light
Breathing softly, gentling…
All the dark shadows and strife
And - FEAR is the final sacrifice!
Revealing Your Soul And Other Tension Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
January 8, 2023
The Man casts a shadow purulent with stealth
Having seen his apportion of nebulous days.
In fear of himself... too long on the shelf
And a vague memory of far better days.
He then lowers his head.
Overcome with a feeling of dread.
Dreaming of marmalade and bread...
As he ponders the end of his days.
"I'm the Marmalade King!" He shouts
To a world passing him by.
"I'm the Marmalade King," he pouts
To those who are left alive.
"Was I somebody once?" He reflects.
"Who was treated with gentile respect?
But I have a vehement tendency to forget
This thing for which I strive."
"There are vile beasties intent on mischief."
He whispers to a Juniper tree aside his tent.
"They task me when I am fast asleep
In a melancholy slumber of sly torment."
Now the tree failed to address
To the comments so pressed
But the King would have to confess,
"You seem a perfect and absolute gent."
"If I truly be King?" He continued to say.
"Then I should lord over all that I see.
But my Kingdom seems to have filtered away
And I'm not sure where my subjects might be.
So I will remain here on this spot
Until my loyal subjects are brought
Whether they come freely or caught,"
Said the King to the Juniper tree.
"Oh how silly of me... I've made a mistake."
He said as he rose from his chair.
"It is good to have given my head a fair shake
As there are new facts of which I'm aware.
I've been unloading my fears
But it has now become clear
While standing right here...
My Kingdom is right over there!"
"I see you're a conifer of hearty regard,"
Said the King to the Juniper tree.
"We must do well to keep up our guard
As lesser mortals have been known to flee.
But I've come to the conclusion.
The outer world is a fallacious delusion
And if I'm meant for seclusion...
I'm glad it's just you and me."
While a callous world attempts to ignore him,
There is a venue for which he might cling.
Made only for him... less dour and grim,
Where he has control over differing things.
And in that sacrosanct place.
He will find not a whiff of disgrace.
Bathed in the love of God's Grace...
All hail the Marmalade King!!
The End
No dad should leave his family for a mistress
and break the sacred marital vows and transgress;
who is selfish and has no love or pity
shall find none when they are sought,
when he finds himself distraught!
I worked in my uncle Steve's body shop,
learning a new trend and working hard;
Everet was a bustling town in the peaceful suburbs of Boston,
more dynamic than Mineola on Long Island.
Who knew that missing mother and sisters
would have taken me back and stop
what I had started doing to earn dollars...
who knew that emptiness was so hurtful regardless of gain?
That lonely room over Bow Street
had a gloomy view of a sky so deplete of brightness
with its industrial chimneys reaching low clouds;
and nights were even murkier than thoughts,
not able to evade darkness and greet
sweet faces that waited for my return and embrace me!
Their distance saddened and robbed me
of their affection...was I aware how painful was their heartbreak,
how dull was my living having heard bells not ring but clank!
No dad should leave his family for a mistress,
denying kids the joy of a father is unforgivable,
it's a deed of cruelty, preventing their growth
depriving them of confidence...who would do this?
Don't pity me, I have grown out of it with an oath
of a bold fortitude that's so epical and unmatchable:
yes, young men become adults due to occurrences
not expected that will define their characters!
November morning came and my luggage was ready,
I boarded the bus returning to the town of my loved ones:
no boy of my age was more eager than I; no sacrifice
was worth staying there in seclusion and regret togetherness!
Oh, if only birds had sung, or crickets had chirped;
oh if only stars had had a brilliancy of nights so adored,
the fantasy of a teen growing up so fast in a society of gold seekers
would have valued the preciousness of youth more thoroughly!
Uncle John picked me up at Pennsylvania Station,
what a relief it was to see him waving at me;
we departed quickly, how delighted I was breathing in
the pure air as the oaks swayed welcoming me.
Finally, we reached Arlington Street and I was cheering...
suddenly, the door opened and everybody was screaming!
When the sky is a
sequestered sanctuary,
and the clouds croon
for sinking star-beams,
listen to the euphoric hymns of silence,
for seething storms throned
beneath rainbow castles
shall never obscure the
crystalline colors of compassion,
amidst thickened fangs
of dwelling darkness,
constantly trying to
seize peacock pigments
within violet-blue seas
of sequined sentiments…
O’ beloved white rose~
perfumed in vanilla love,
let not the wolf-spider gaze,
mirroring envy within black widow hearts,
confuse your diamond vision.
It’s just another day,
enveloped in a warm sakura sunrise,
there the gales of greed
looming in ghostly flecks,
question the redolence of rivulets
behind your veiled vigor.
There’s no reason to fear
when hope flows and drifts
like comets flying as fluttering butterflies
across the butterscotch horizon.
Remember, when the sage sun
seeps into foggy crevices,
and deserted dunes
speak in ashen accents,
their choice of words do not define
the rhythm of your seraphic symphony.
Your merlot wine spirit is
the whimsical wand turning unspoken
tales into wildflower wishes.
There’s no need for an alchemist
nor a sorcerer to concoct
spells that rearrange constellations,
as your voice swirls in magical mists.
You and I, are every last thing
we need to conquer the bewitching
perimeters we truly deserve.
Tonight, when my lids rest upon the
dreamscape of daffodils and dahlias,
I see that look in your eye.
I ponder, is it me that you long for?
Am I the unfading ink
within your saccharine sonnets?
I yearn to be the one you talk
about in sweet seclusion.
This trembling canvas longs
for no other skin to caress the acrylic
edges of my aching soul,
and I do not need
the wind and water
beneath whistling willows
to write my destiny
in green and gold.
We don’t need shades of shadows
following our intertwined silhouettes,
yet I let these metaphors
merge with the heat of
your passionate presence,
as you and I break through
the landscapes of grief
with mutual attraction
like the mulberry rays
between the moon and earth..