Long Seoul Poems
Long Seoul Poems. Below are the most popular long Seoul by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Seoul poems by poem length and keyword.
Incheon 2016
I live in Incheon
Part of the 3 million people who live here
Mostly Koreans
90,000 foreigners though live here too
My apartment is next to a park
And I walk almost daily in the mountains
Loosing myself in the hills
Overlooking the airport
The town has lots of restaurants
Places too go
Things to do
And the airport is next door
Soon there will be a casino complex opening up
As they turn this quite suburban village
Into a Mini-Las Vegas
Complete with a strip
Can’t wait
Going to Seoul is a snap
50 minutes on the train
And I am there
Wherever I want to be
Korea is turning out to be
A good place too live
So much better
Than it was when I first arrived in 1979
And it was grim back then
Now it is the toast of Asia
And for that I am glad
Jeanette struck gold at the Worlds and Euros,
The non-Paralympic Worlds and Euros, that is,
In the sport of canoeing and she has portfolios,
In the Paralympic world as a swimmer, the biz.
She’s won a total of twelve swimming medals,
At five Paralympics going way back to Seoul,
But took up canoeing recently - one of her pals,
Nagged her into it. And has kids, a partner soul.
At the ICF Worlds in Milan in the class of K1,
Jeanette won the gold medal, and then in 2016,
At the ICF Worlds in Dulsburg, Germany’s lung,
Jeanette won silver in the K1 200m KL1 mean.
She took the gold at Rio, making it thirteen
Paralympic medals in total, and she said:
“I thought I’m never going to like it, [not keen],
but once I did it I absolutely loved it [dead].”
How the police acted was a terrible thing
to that unsuspecting citizen named Rodney King.
What they did on that video was definitely not right.
I don’t blame you for getting up to fight.
This incident has caused rioting through the night.
Well, we are no strangers to states of war.
My family had to endure it some two generations before.
They all went through a living hell
when those communists crossed the thirty-eighth parallel.
After the fighting stopped, they left Seoul, Korea.
My mother and father settled down here in America.
They opened a store right here in Los Angeles.
We have been living decently because of this.
If you try to loot my store, I give you fair warning.
We will defend our property all night until morning.
Attempt it, and your soul will be bound for heaven.
I will give you a taste of my Magnum three fifty-seven.
We can take care of ourselves. It won’t be hard
There is no need for the police or National Guard.
Do you know what we can do to any foolish lummox?
We can have you shipped to Pyongyang in a pine box.
Insomnia Blues Writing Com
O Dark hundred hours
04 a.m.
You got the insomnia blues
Nothing works
You can’t sleep
You stare at the ceiling.
Your mind plays an endless tape
Of gloom, and doom
worries and fears
all night long.
the latest dark
SF series you saw
The latest scary headlines
endless possibilities play out.
the latest news of war
the latest news about the stock market
about the endless pandemic
Dancing across your mind’s internal eye.
What if I have COVID>
What if have Cancer?
What if I have big Alzheimer’s
What is the stock market wipes me out?
What if the North Koreans invade Seoul?
Where would we go to escape the invasion?
What if the zombie apocalypse starts?
What if, what if, what if……
You stare at your watch.
4:01 a,m.
You try to sleep, but nothing works
The dark thoughts continue to play
Across your mind’s eye
Tormenting you, torturing you.
4:05 a,m.
You debate whether
To give up
Get up
Start your morning routine.
4:10 a.m.
You give in
And try to sleep
Checking the time
Every few minutes.
Perhaps you might
Get a few fitful hours
Of much-needed sleep
Most likely not.
6:30 a.m.
Until day-break
Blasts you awake
As the dawning sun
Fills the room.
You get up
Having had only two hours of sleep
That is the curse
Of the insomnia blues.
write a poem about sleep (or insomnia)
I listened to Choi’s story and I wondered
What kind of people allow a five-year-old
to live on the street by himself, sleeping in bathrooms?
Were these people too preoccupied to care?
His humble unassuming, shy ways
Were in contrast to every neglected five-year-old I have met.
They are usually all folded up with cross arms
Glaring, refusing to do anything an adult asks.
Seoul born Choi looked surprised at the audience’s reaction.
I do not believe he has encountered much approval or admiration
In his life, which started out early on in an orphanage
Where people beat him.
When he opened up and sang, I felt I was listening to an angel.
Possibly this is why he was allowed to live on the street at five.
Perhaps people sensed he was other-worldly, untouchable.
His singing is too.
The rivers are running dry and there are no rain clouds in the sky; the rain birds have flown away, and summer is coming this way, and it seems like it is here to stay. I went outdoors in the sweltering looking for water to cool down my feet, but all the pipes were dry, and I had to rely on the water trickling down from the sky, but the sun is out in full force spreading the heat across the floor and my throat is getting hoarse. Come let’s go down to the spring and examine what nature brings, mineral water is springing up from the ground, but the fountain of life is nowhere to be found; someone has taken it away and replace it with a dry log that looks extremely sad. The fountain of truth is looking for you; the fountain of truth will tell you what to do, you have raised your hands to the sky, but no tear is coming from your eyes. My eyes are dry and I just cannot cry and the fountain is about to break, and everyone will have to hurry through the gate. There are many things that you cannot see, and they are the things that are affecting thee. The military will march through the town with a symbol that will make you frown; they will erect camp all around the town and clean up the garbage all around; you must corporate with the heaven above and take care of business before it’s too late. The official start of summer will bring multiple sorrows, June twenty, 2026, is when simmer begins, and it is the time when nature will sing. The sun will move about in full force, and you will have to escape in a dug-out boat. Make your summer plans ahead of time and everything will be fine. July forth is coming up so get ready to ride on the big bus, prices will go up and some doors will shut. London, Paris, Tokyo, New York, Berlin, Seoul are waiting for you, and it is time to make that big move. The fountain of truth is knocking on your door; the fountain of truth wants you to have more; water is life and the ground is dry but there is a spring that is running inside.
Water is the fountain of life so come and see me tonight.
Sam Adams Goes Down the Rabbit Hole, NaNoPoMo Prompt
Sam Adams was having a bad night
He often would fall into a deep trouble sleep
Where his mind would go down deep
Into the proverbial rabbit holes
Exploring one dark nightmare
After another.
He saw himself in Ukraine
As a front line soldier
Watching the Russians
Come in killing people
Left and right.
Saw the Russians line up
And execute men
Raping women and children
Setting the victims on fire.
Then he was in the U.S.
When the nukes began to fall
All over the world
Armageddon on steroids.
Nuclear madness erupted
The Russians bombing NATO allies
The US, French and British firing back
Berlin, DC, London, Moscow became
Nuclear graveyards.
China bombs Taiwan,
Then invades the island.
India and Pakistan trade nuclear attacks.
Iran attacks Israel and Saudi as well.
North Korea invades the South
Nukes flying over Seoul
And Tokyo
Amid this total madness
Giant ships appear in the sky
And a full scale
the alien invasion begins.
.
The terrified survivors
flee the carnage
As nuclear winter
settles on the land.
The invaders from the sky
End the war
Enslaving most humans
That had survived.
Somehow Sam Adams and his wife
Were still alive
Living in a refugee camp
Deep in the mountains.
Fleeing the wild animals
The tigers, lions, and wolves
That were feasting on dead humans
And cattle everywhere.
The aliens following the humans
Looking for more to enslave.
The nuclear war though was over
The few remaining soldiers
Fighting against the common enemy,
Sam Adams woke up
Realizing that it was all
Just a nightmare.
Turning on the TV
Watching the carnage in Ukraine
He wondered if his nightmare
Was it an omen of the future?
April 6—Rabbit hole—start a poem on one topic, and let it lead you down a “rabbit hole” of discovery, burrowing into various topics, and maybe ending far, far away from where you started. (Let yourself research this one. Enjoy Google and Wikipedia!)
Incheon 2016
I live in Incheon
Part of the 3 million people who live here
Mostly Koreans
90,000 foreigners though live here too
My apartment is next to a park
And I walk almost daily in the mountains
Loosing myself in the hills
Overlooking the airport
The town has lots of restaurants
Places too go
Things to do
And the airport is next door
Soon there will be a casino complex opening up
As they turn this quite suburban village
Into a Mini-Las Vegas
Complete with a strip
Can’t wait
Going to Seoul is a snap
50 minutes on the train
And I am there
Wherever I want to be
Korea is turning out to be
A good place too live
So much better
Than it was when I first arrived in 1979
And it was grim back then
Now it is the toast of Asia
And for that I am glad
The feel of a blanket sends chills,
Thru my body as if,
I am walking over their grave.
I heard the sound,
From the background.
It grabbed my soul and,
It stopped me cold.
In that split second,
It sends fear throughout your body.
That sound, I remember it,
It brings nothing but evil and death.
I saw them before she did,
Bodies, Blood, gunfire.
The lady in the blanket shop in Korea,
She saw my face and,
Within a flash, we were in a secret safe room.
She saved our lives that day.
My hero was a lady in the blanket shop,
In Seoul, Korea.
On that day 20,000 students,
Revolted and killed hundreds.
When Jack was six he took up judo,
‘Cos he lived on an RAF base, NI,
Where only ballet and judo existed,
For kids with much energy to hand.
His mum sent him to ballet firstly,
Which he enjoyed but didn't love,
So as soon as he did the tangles,
He knew judo was his sport, shove.
Jack’s both blind and deaf, hereditary,
And competes in the category -100kg,
He is a Wolverhampton Uni student,
And his brother’s in TeamGB, his glee.
In 2015 Jack collected many medals,
In Seoul he won bronze at the Worlds,
At the Junior Worlds, Hungry, a gold,
And at the Euros a bronze, the boards.
At the World Cup, Hungary, a bronze,
Such that he was easily chosen for Rio:
“I never heard the [distracting] crowd.”
His coach and him sign to each other.
“I know I can't see anything. If I walk
into stuff, I just laugh it off [not irritated].
It's funny. I walk into lamps, slip over,
bollards.” Nobody knows he’s plated.