Long Sentiment Poems
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Whispered words from behind a wall,
to cronies gathered short and tall.
“Go on ahead,” he said, “let's see.”
“If I can turn her sweet on me.”
So from within, she heard the tale:
the rye, small, snickers, the wolves’ wails.
Yet, like the doe in the fires light,
the wail entranced, did not cause fright.
Wide-eyed, so stunned, the morsel stood,
in frozen stance within the wood.
Within his reach and steady glance,
the hunter broached the ancient dance.
With swagger, grace, he set the pace.
the honeyed tongued Knight on the chase.
He spoke words of honor, brave deeds,
of his claimed virtues she took heed.
“No, ” said the Maid, for she was shy.
“I’m afraid,” she moaned. “Do you lie?”
He turned her chin, and eye to eye,
stroked her fair cheek and heard her sigh.
Offered cake to this starving waif,
with trembling hands, she took the bait.
For upon his lips and rough skin,
She could, sweet-sugar, taste within.
He sought the warmth of her blood; bone.
He thought the conquest was his own.
Yet, she too held a hope within,
to bring forth the goodness in him.
Oh, she could feel his aching need,
'Twas his seedling soul, she'd feed.
The prey, prayed, to touch his heart.
to give the Hunter a new start.
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Many’s the times, his teeth came near,
to the pulsing vein in her throat.
Many times the Universe stopped
like a dandelion seed afloat.
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The hunter balked, stayed for a time,
tasted the joy of her sweet wine;
loving the feel of a drink new,
a gift, love, offered each of you.
Could he extinguish this pure light?
Could He reciprocate, cause fright?
Sorry, was the wolf deep within.
He was sorry; she’d let him in.
Sorry, he couldn't grow in her arms,
Sorry, he couldn't loose to her charms.
“Sorry,” on the tip of his tongue.
As he left her, unharmed, on run.
“Sorry.” said she, rising higher,
made stronger by her pure desire.
Like the ancient Phoenix, she rose,
on the wings of her loves fire.
And prayer floated back from above.
A prayer, sent with her hearts' love.
echoing his sentiment many ways.
“Sorry Love," She said.
"May the Wolf find his Way.”
A Martyr
No heading to a quiet peaceful one world,
Civilisations in name of development,
Producing the deadliest,
aiming towards end of human race....
You kill me, I kill you,
I defeat and conquer,
Souls tranquil rest in grace,
While no living ponder....
When patriotism asks for a price,
the price is a valuable human life ...
Father's elderly shoulders bear his weight,
A mother's affection melts into her eyes,
When brother's heart simmers on low flame,
And inconsolable sister silently cries,
His loving wife longing to meet,
sits on his coffin, draped in white,
Little arms that embraced around his neck,
hold fire to lit the father's pyre,
Warmth of brimming human emotions,
dumped in cold blooded patriotic ice...
A martyr
By own species...
Patriotism,
A dedication or
a frenzied outburst ?
Boundaries and freedom
Be mere words...
Man against man
Be not ultimate weapon...
A land that no one owns,
is that for what we fight?
Defence or brutal sentiment of war,
is there no looking beyond this sight?
Written Sept 21st, 2016
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Moved by Inhumane killing of brave Uri Indian soldiers across Kashmir loc
Villanelle is typically nineteen lines
lines six, twelve and eighteen are one again.
often about love, the romantic kind
You will find sentiment is never mined
from some of your less demonstrative kin
villanelle is typically nineteen lines
But a villanelle is a way to find
the softness within that makes people grin
often about love, the romantic kind
Three is nine, fifteen, and nineteen each time
gloriously rising out of the wind
villanelle is typically nineteen lines
A,B,A pattern of villanelle rhyme
sentimentally points out once again
often about love, the romantic kind
Gently written in a poetic mind
angelic loving words are your best friend
villanelle is typically nineteen lines
often about love, the romantic kind
Written 12-16-2018 Villanelle Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Her golden locks glide grandly through our gladioli gilded garden gateway,
I gulp ginormous groundbreaking gulleys,
telltale tear tsunamis cut cataclysmic currents,
raw reckless rupture of romantic render,
terror-stricken tangential tamper seal evidence
on lumpen lunge lonesome lachrymose levee
Abandoned to anthemion arch ambience awash or afloat with apoplectic angst,
afterthoughts amazing amplitude aligns with an amorous abundance once opulent,
majestic memories marvel at
mystic magnifying glass that multiplies mammoth moods,
separation from silken sensual strand sculpture in sapphire stone,
this stagnant somber seeker must supplant or suppress solitude’s silent shiver
Without warning a wellspring whispered windfall weave from winsome woman,
wide-eyed wondrous wakeful wizardry woos whining wildcard wreck,
a cascade of charismatic crystal colour clusters trial and tribulation trauma that trembles deep inside,
delightful dawn denouement dame drifts in dreamland dale,
“precious pining pristine pearl
I present panoramic passionate parameters to
propitiate bitter broken-hearted baleful bond.”
Fantastic flourish found festoons for emotional evocative environment evolved,
illustrious intimate intrigue inlaid immediately,
Heather’s halcyon harmonic laces labyrinthine lavender love,
heart healing honeymoon handcraft
herald on high,
supreme sensei soulmates savour
sentiment surreal beyond an iridescent infinite inkling
Date Posted : April 11th 2022
First Place Podium Medal Winner
JCB BRUL My Lost and Found Love Alliteration Contest
Judged April 21st 2022
Voluntary unconditional surrender woke...,
Viz hitting yours truly,
when yokel egghead doth jinx
whereby ye cannot comprehend figurative
wimpy vainglory, unequivocally, tectonically,
smoldering resentments I stoke,
he doth bare his soul no joke,
no matter insight doth severely challenge
cyber surfing passersby, who attempt
to interpret courtesy
mental torture doth invoke
brutality, difficulty, futility gobbledygook,
heavily taxing your fifty
plus shades of gray
I apologetically, grudgingly (ha),
painstakingly, unwittingly... poke,
when mine broadcast
red by anonymous folk
admittedly poetically trumpeting ambiguity
overlain donned with high falutin cloak
peace be with thee courtesy this bloke.
Electronic date/time stamp permeates
within copious, illustrious,
and porous corpus callosum
hemispheric spongy sinks
mister re: mysterious as Sphinx
validation indubitably backfires
invariably induces loosed
unicellular sized rat finks
cerebral blackout courtesy
one to many drinks,
envision sucker punched by
rockin sockin robots one named
Muhammad Ali t'other Leon Spinks,
or gordian knotted cognitive kinks
bajillion befuddled blinks,
albeit feeble analogy methinks
to render genuine concomitant
convoluted, mangled, twisted... (think
Möbius strip) sentiment
specifically linkedin with
sincere appreciation meant
pertaining to this gent
despite slight trepidation
as faux Geico petsmart agent
forced celibate nun sensical chap
considering entering convent
cloistered existence remaining
days of my life get spent,
where "15 minutes
might save me, not so shabby decent
15% or more on car insurance."
Paraphrase aforementioned Matt Speak
more easily succinctly understood,
versus gibberish as ????????
(i.e. the word Greek spelled in Greek)
essentially long in the tooth fella
self anointed literate sheikh
feeble flattered fungi with
average mushroom shaped physique
trends towards playfulness
in tandem with harmless streak
merely acknowledges how his unique
self expression oft times
tongue-in-cheek
experiences giddiness at unsolicited
positive feedback versus he/she,
who doth bitingly, flagrantly,
outrageously, witheringly... critique
modesty misunderstood equivalent
of poetic (peekaboo) hide and seek
to Dani body hook ken find me
game to reveal me re: hide and seek.
I pray for you
To love and be loved
But not with just any love
I pray for you to love and be loved
With compassion and joy
Inspiration and imagination
Warmth and passion, a hunger
For the expression of adoration
I pray for you to love
With a heart that hopes
For the moments to be filled
With endless laughter
Glorious thrills
Lights in the eyes
Who are filled
With elation
I pray for you to be loved
With an encouraging heart
Someone who knows how
To give generously
Without a doubt
Filling the soul with music
Songs that bring out
The child in your heart
I pray that you love
With all of your heart
Through the good and bad
Through struggles and bliss
Throughout every sentiment
I pray that you are loved
With every blink of the eye
From someone who feels inside
That love is so alive it arises
And reaches for the stars
Collecting fireflies in Mason jars
I pray that you love
Completely and fully
With a sense of serenity
And fulfillment that comes from
Being blessed with tenderness
I pray that you are loved
So much that you smile
When your heart feels the blessing
Of having such a loving acceptance
Grace that knows no completion
I pray for you to love and be loved
Without any hesitation – completely
So that you’re fully aware of the twinkling
That fills the eyes like stars in the sky
Lighting up the earth with pure joy
A feeling that there is only love
To pour out from your overflowing soul
I pray you will always know LOVE
small trumpeter waves wash ashore
the sea grins with ease
children scamper on the beach
like search lights that never rest
in one place
buoyant surf beckons,
gravitational pull to choppy splashes
skin bronzed children rush the waves,
an explosion of liberation
their squeals to rival passing gulls
theatrics to run in and out of cold
as hot rays of sun melt reserve
instant sheen of glee
till frozen toes dig into warming sand
childhood innocence pristine
like polished shells on a shelf
in pink-white shades
spiraled secrets
of the surf spilling
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safe ashore
soothing presence
adults watching
the fresh faced playfulness
aged side-step from currents' undertow
to sense risk
from surf surges that toss one to the beach
lives in a rising swell
wounds of immersion
the burden of seasons
July's brooding heat of sentiment
to recall untroubled times
a tide into memory
when memory resists waves
like castles fortified in sand
till gulped by the sea
Poem composed: June 9/2022
Revised December 19th/2022
POTD 2 July 2018
Humans are capable of ‘Changing their State’. At times, a stressful, negative fusillade can be encountered from an individual wishing to subvert a person for whatever reason.
Lady Gaga so aptly describes this in her video clip above - and she should know through experience.
Kindness is a sentiment no one can ultimately reject.
Hard to do you say? - It’s easy.
Firstly, refuse your alter ego permission to react immediately.
(Your alter ego is programmed to protect your from a ‘painful’ situation)
The brain is a Bio-computer and can easily be reset to ‘Default’ by breathing into your abdomen (not into your lungs), - hold and then exhale, each action performed slowly to the count of 6.
Accusatory fingers pointing ~ eyes glowing hate
Seeds of venom spewing forth slanderous lies
Jealousy in all its inglorious green eyed splendor
Wool clothed wolves with undetectable smiles
Any tick of the clock it creeps up upon you
Evil plays no favorite it’s any man’s game
Seeming to push you up that stairway of victory
Then perniciously denigrates ~ disavowing any blame
Damned if you do ~ Damned if you don’t
Kindness perceived as weakness gets cast out the door
Tendencies to vacillate creates chinks in your armour
Resolutely walk the tight rope ~ lest your knees hit the floor
Eyes wide shut to the Evil all around us
Detach from this Chaotic Web in which we dwell
Be the Peace that ceaselessly penetrates the darkness
YOUR prerogative is to choose either ~ Heaven or HellPOTD 2 July 2018
Just want to make a committment;
it ain't an argument
but it is to augment
my most valuable agreement
with my Father, Creator of the whole firmament.
It is not a compliment;
but I want to use it to complement
my most intimate sentiment
which I always break, at my own detriment
but now, I seek an eternal settlement.
In any event, Lord, I repent
of any involvement in violating the sacrament;
involving a present status of undefilement
that my unseen foes want to dement.
Lord, this day I write this testament
from the bottom of my heartm I relent;
never will I fall back into the dregs of bewitchment
but will press on; with this, I seek Your Consent
which is all I need that will my eternity with You cement.
Why do we have such trouble
trying to explain
the height of ecstasy
and the depth of pain
when to you I am connected
the blossoming of joy
where upon it being severed
hollow emptiness deploy
I hear your cries in the vagaries of night
but your distance prevents the healing of your plight
your pain has saturated every cell in my soul
but only can the embrace of Love make you whole
My heart aches to hold you to my breast
to see you lifted like a kings treasure chest
wish you could see in mine eyes your own reflection
and take away that you aren't precious misconception
I have never spent my time tearing you apart
but sought those qualities shining in your heart
who keeps telling you with a derogatory voice
that you're valued less than any other choice
I have loved you from the day we first met
my promise until the end I'll you not forget
I exerted to support you every drop of energy
though would have rather had you very close to me
There is no treasure over you I cherish
count them as nothing that my Love should perish
an espoused sentiment will not a tummy feed
I had to work to roof and clothe your need
The only family at the time that cared for you
two grandparents who tried to help me through
they saw to it every school year you had clothes
and when I lost them how my sanity then froze
I'm required to forgive those who threw us away
and the father who never supported you in anyway
also the men who hide those who violate
until our God by Christ does away with hate
Sometimes in Life there is no indication
the path required will receive its vindication
I already know every place that I have failed
and my own inadequacy which upon I've railed
Someday perhaps You will understand
Gods requirement to care your needs demand
if I hadn't been alone might've been easier to stand
and in myself what I've lacked not to reprimand
1 Timothy 5:8
But if any provide not for his own, and specially for those of his own house, he hath denied the faith
and is worse than an infidel
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