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Dear people,
So...let’s face it,
this’s...
Taught to work hard and make it.
told;
‘Pull 'em boots up by their laces.’
But, Basically, history's based off biases. -
Got Histories of lies based off bias, they’ve provided,
The So called collectively decided.
So Then Why we hide Behind it?
Quite Secretly, in quiet: *shh!*
Remove said mistakes, cosmetically (to) hide, (it) correctively apply (it) like Make up,
pleasantly take up these Fake faces for the public’s- eye,
present a face for that eye, from out which form from, what they’were made up, (of )
Presently, the faces #1 focus’s a race, to map society socially. Rank openly create one self in contrast to the surrounding status of an indestructible class in a clash stuck between statuses, Racial identities, classes and wealth displacement, its tragic.
Labels from the past, pass, ladle it into a glass let’s go label-less at last,
hopefully helps us find a fortune, full of magic, for the unfortunate to embrace us to rip out the laces that hold us in tune with said races that rate us, chase us to race to replace one of our two true human faces with there-test template’s, its instinct at basic. it’s...fate?
No way to shake shape, no time to hesitate, to somehow-present late,
- to tempt fate, to amend faith, to Protest escape?
to live our LIVEs; contesting, concocting hate.
Picking sides; it’s…
A battle Behind the eyes:
...to needle in between to…
Try...
To... Train the outside to promenade, to long charade, simultaneously,
teach the inside to decide in & of itself is greatness-
At the same time, picket lines of hatred created. Create space, erase them...congregate, Stuck Safe in a place behind the one true face, in between the fake-front face’s-lace-curtain that divides us & hides us inside from ourselves, and decides which self stays in the shell, which self gets shelved with the surprise, of the placement,
of which one of ourselves from out ourself’ rises.?
Awake.
Awakened.
- for f*€%s sake people it frustrates me to the shakes? How many shakes does it take to awaken?
Somewhere in Africa, is a land blessed with nature:
Valuable gemstones beneath earth’s crust,
A fertile soil nurtured by divine tears from above,
And a blazing smile of radiant sun
But great depression has its hands gripped
On the heart and soul of this glorious land
For nature’s most precious stones are taken, to God knows where.
Somewhere in Africa, is a land built
Upon the foundation of freedom, and the prospect of equality
But slavery has become its reputation, both literally and figuratively
As lawsuits and jurists, rule in favor of higher statuses
And justice is denied the less fortunates.
In this land, aliens are celebrated as the noble breeds
While citizens are the unknown outcasts.
Somewhere in Africa, is a land where in,
The cries of the oppressed echo millions of miles
Through the ages, but there’s no one to listen
Their voices never seem to stop singing
The bleeding chorus for help and yet,
They are muted by the whistle of subjugation
And have therefore become a tuneless melody.
Somewhere in Africa, is a land where leaders
Are made to live like demigods and goddesses
While homeless infant, roam about the old rugged streets
As they are left alone, to fend for themselves
And single mothers, lie helplessly on troubled tummies
Because the proceeds of the economy is poured
Into the pockets of ruthless rulers.
Somewhere in Africa, is a land on which
There exit gifted souls, filled with never ending passions
And concealed endowments, awaiting exposure upon explosion
But only a blessed few, get to taste the fruit of innovation
For the external helps are not timely enough, to scratch the matches
And so thousands of these rare souls, have lived and died
With dreams unfulfilled and ideas unexpressed.
Somewhere in Africa, is a land where
The heirs of poetic insights, are rising from the shadows
Carving and penning, with the ink of solemn truth
The verses and stanzas, of unprecedented transformations
In the veins and arteries, of descending generations
The very stanzas needed, for the rebirth of this glorious land of liberty.
The dawn broke glittering and chirping,
The newspaper boy wheeled into,
The newsletter read the lines,
Kidnaps, violence, riots, rapes, theft, murder, bombs dropped onto civilians
invasion, gang wars, homicide, scandals, scams, anarchy, chaos……!!!!
News scroll portrayed inert words and lifeless lines;
Cops, Judiciary, Politician and cataract Medias
all deserted the needy and drooped into silence.
Pleaded the ill-treated and oppressed among men, women and children whose
cry were “Our Lord!.. Rescue us from this town whose people are oppressors;
and raise for us from You one who will protect,
and raise for us from You one who will help”.
Responded none,
But only the resonance;
Not a stern stride against,
Not a folded fist against,
Not a bold shout against,
Not even a broken heart against these mournful statuses.
The dark clouds of silence veiled the world,
Unable to hold the agony, the sky wept,
Drizzling and showering into fury adorned by the light and thunder,
Awakening the lifeless and rejuvenating the soulless;
Yet not the conscience of the,conscious, bi-legged.
All drooped as if doomed,
The benign angels too ceased the prayers of peace.
The query of the Most Merciful Lord
“Why don’t you…?”
Replied
“Verily, will not you change the state of people who do
in no way wish themselves to be so; then why us, in vain?”
Alas!!!, brought into action, severe ordeals by the Lord, the dreadful fire swept,
Drastic Tsunamis, trembling earthquakes, Hurricanes, famine, drought...
For, if it was The Sustainer and The Angels to revamp the planet;
then what the cause for the mankind to exist on earth…???
The shiver led to consciousness;
Come; arise for the helpless and suppressed,
Propagate virtue and demolish the vices;
For, neither Moses,
nor Jesus,
nor Daveed
nor Mohammed, (peace be upon them), to come,
to seize the hands of the culprit,
Rather, time awaits and longs you, Samaritans to do the verdict.
Know my friend It’s, “Miles to go before you sleep”
Now tell me, what shall I wish u...??
A Good Morning or Mourning…..!!!
And what do you wish and will for…???
Every day I go on Facebook to check on my wall, I just stare and wonder if I even know you people at all.
I go on Twitter to tweet a tweet, then on Instagram to share a random picture of my feet.
I post just about the most ridiculous things, including what I wear and what I eat.
I can't stand my page being blank and white, so I come up with a funny story, whenever I can't think of anything else to write.
If I'm really bored I might check out someone else's page instead, to post a rude comment about something they said.
I don't hang out with a lot of friends, but according to the internet, I have over a hundred and ten!
This is everyone's routine day by day, as we check posts, and secretly call each other names as we pass in the hallway.
We no longer have genuine compassion; instead we get straight to the point, something I like to call bashing.
We think it's normal to yell "Amy's having a baby and Mark is going crazy!"
Texting is another great hobby, I just got a message calling Amy a ****, and Mark's girlfriend a complete nut.
We call this our way to connect, but society is turning into a wreck.
Social media helps us to keep in touch, but I think it's the reason we haven't slept much.
Sometimes I stay on my phone till 4 in the morning, but who needs sleep anyways?
That’s boring!
The internet is such a time consumer.
Its fast pace has even caught up to the late bloomers.
I think I’m going crazy; I can hardly go a day.
I wonder if other people are this way.
It’s such a distraction while I’m supposed to be doing homework.
But keeping up with all these statuses is already enough work.
You can find EVERYONE on Facebook!
From aunts to uncles and about a million girls named Brook.
Some people write about the most interesting things,
Including their relationships which have no strings.
Reminds me of Anita,
So easy to please, seems charming and wise, but easy for all the guys.
Meanwhile, Sammy is bullied until she sits there and cries.
Our eyes are glued to the screens that only causes affliction,
Welcome to social media, the world's latest greatest addiction.
Conversations with God,
My pleas and the gifts received—
Grace amid chaos,
Mercy in a world that inflicts pain.
Lost and found, my soul.
I have yet to know a world where I do not cry,
Or one where peace embraces me.
A world where my efforts are enough
In a constant hunger for more—
A world that demands more and more of you.
Can one ever be truly whole?
Pieces of ourselves left behind,
Some buried deep within,
Memories thought forgotten but still unhealed.
A desperate time calls for God,
In an era where everything is within reach,
Most things just a text or call away.
Four clicks from booking that ticket to those
Whom you cherish as dearly beloved.
It’s simple, it’s easy.
How can they not know you think of them,
Miss them, see them, share moments even from afar—
Snapshots, posts, statuses.
In a world ever accelerating,
Now more than ever,
What was once black and white is now in full color.
Youth face peak anxiety,
Under pressure to do more, to act now.
When do we exhale, breathe, and pause
To be grateful for what we have and how far we’ve come?
It’s a beautifully sad world,
Where genuine smiles are rare,
And authenticity is increasingly scarce.
Realness has never been more elusive,
With everyone mimicking supposed icons or celebrities.
What happened to the misfits,
Those who pioneered style, flair, and individuality?
What happened to those who lived with wu wei?
I’ve never wanted more than to have lived in the past.
Sure, there were imperfections, as with everything.
But the music, the dance halls, the park walks—
When chivalry and romance flourished.
Simple joys like riding bicycles together,
Playing tag. What a life…
What a life I would have had.
I’m sure the things that break me now would have been different then.
I’d love harder, smile more, and live more in the moment.
Finding out My Sister Jenny Had Died
March 4, 2010 started out like any typical day really. Although I was sick in bed with a
horrible cold, I was in a good mood. I was lying in bed watching television when I decided to
call my mom and see how she was doing taking care of my farm on Farmville.
She said she was on Facebook, and for some reason she was reading peoples statuses,
something she never does, and was reading them to me. Nothing to exciting really going on.
Then she came to _______. I’ve known him since I was a kid. My mom read me his status.
She said “honey…____ status says that Jenny passed away…your sister has died.”
The sister I had been looking for since January is gone forever. How on earth can this be
real? I just sat on the edge of my bed and stared at the wall, waiting for my husband to get
home to be with me. I started calling and texing my close friends and family members to let
them know. I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to scream. I wanted to do something! I felt
so cheated! I felt guilt. I was feeling a million different things. I was feeling a loss. I was
morning the loss of my big sister, whom I would never get to know.
The next few days, I spent hours online trying to find information for her funeral, and
hopefully a picture of her. When I finally found it, I stared at it for days on end. I would
Study it, trying to find a trace of me in her. I did was too scared to go to her funeral, scared
our birth father would be there. But that day, I was in __________, and my husband and I
sat on the corner by the funeral home, completely by accident. So in a way, I was sort of
there. I did find out later that our birth father was not there.
In the mean time, I signed an online guest book for Jenny…which brings me to where I am
today………
Form:
today he said he will change and take consideration to native missing murdered women,hiway 16 ,
the system that haunts me crimes against us drunk drivers hit and run permwent injures losses sufered justice obstructed nothing to help victims at nofault fro all 3 accidents
this is not an oversight , .or miscarriage of justice ,voice of pleas shut out .
abuse of power case clear in the foi files however mostly blacked out documents facts dates changes began and continued to cover breaches ailing due process policies payments and statuses bad faith.
to cover major losses became secondary gains of large portions in trusts that were not known or paid to us.
changes to to make false statements gathered to destroy,
stero typed shame guilt
from hatred directed at us
faith and hope learning laws and rules that apply , while claims and properties denied
witnessed from secure and peaceful healthy strong hard working mother much to live and give ,
love so deep inside underdogs less fortunate,
gave and helped with pride
to destitute, poverty.
charters,rights laws rules procedures all left by way side
not applied .
cold dark and wet the rain and winds rush
time be known how hard it was each day just to survive.
harm to me im told will come one day
so
fear is real as what they have done network strategic alliance
against less s person undeserving to have what is already hers to have
what can be ?
disappear. my life hopes and dreams do not matter ...however still very dear and real to me ,
stand alone
truth can and will be known . please change modusoperandis
There is an ominous report in our land,
A shroud of disease heavy looms over us,
We’ve been anaesthetized and limp hangs our hands,
No one can escape by plane, train, car or bus.
Do not leave your rural fields or urban homes,
Stay away from crowds, distancing is a must,
On this enemy, a deadly sword is worn,
And has strength to deliver a mighty thrust.
Fact versus rumor is wearing down our trust,
Angst grips us and we cower in its confines,
We are confused hearing both minus and plus,
About a virus that knows no boundary lines.
It’s being said that we’re in this together,
In exceptional unity, we must stand,
And not capitulate under the pressure,
Brought by pandemic’s terror and harsh demands.
The world is having pain like that of hard labor,
And yearns for the moment of safe delivery,
Many cry for help and a healing savior,
From a malicious foe that brings misery.
Heavenly Father, whose name is Most Holy,
In our collective need, hold us very near,
And shepherd us to wellness and recovery,
In mind, body and soul, free of pain and fear.
As casualties mount, bringing deep sorrow,
And families grieve loss of kin and loved ones,
Lord, we pray for comfort in their tomorrows,
For all people of faiths, statuses, and tongues.
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Inspired by Jeremiah 6:24-25 (NIV):
“We have reports about them, and our hands hang limp.
Anguish has gripped us, pain like that of a woman in labor.
Do not go out to the fields or walk on the roads,
For the enemy has a sword, and there is terror on every side.”
THE X-FACTORS
I was told that structure forms from idioms.
That to construct vision is a way of seeing what needs to be done.
This is when norms of humanity are formed.
However, do the norms of God supersede all?
Would this mean a voice is only a voice?
That laws do not have to be followed.
That a hidden culture is manifestation of a society that is lawless.
Being that laws can be removed by mediums unknown,
Like fabrication that corrupts a system such as judicial.
A circumstance, quality, or person...
A strong but unpredictable influence...
A factor that is label with an X.
A crisis that must be corrected.
The statuses of a mind significance must be rightful.
To allow lack of discretion though illogical intelligence, destroys the powers vested via the Constitution.
To establish an instrument of government, is to become a language understood.
A voice that brings logic to the multitude.
Yet, do the norms of God supersede all?
As a world govern by created life, our composition is to establish law.
Why walk a mindful journey along?
The X-factor labels wrong.
A strong but unpredictable prejudice of power.
A crisis that must be remedied.
A circumstance, quality, or person that negates social justice.
An erratic onset of disfavor through social injustice done by political leadership un-indemnify those that are injured.
The X-factors must be destroyed.
A political focus that can manifest war.
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Written May 25, 2016!
The fireplace kindle in the moonlight.
I am along deciphering the mind’s eye.
God is here with me tonight.
The popping flame was a yellow reddish fire.
The wood burned and the smell was a delight.
My thoughts were ablaze to set the Devil afire.
Of course, I will let Lucifer exist.
He is confrontational to my holiness.
In that God is the omnipotent, Satan is the Devil defeated.
Insofar as the world is perilous, many (as I) must conquer their demons by
rostrum of our crusade as a battle won.
In India, primitive to the philosophy of religion, the reality is profound.
Deities are of one and of all.
There is such a thing as the Christian Satan.
They are enemies to Brahmans, god-giants.
Demons are devils crackling vigor.
This campaign is of war not of battle.
The action plan is to deploy Christian powers.
Revelation statuses such.
The plague of our time is trinity.
Spheral by one Godhead organizes the consecrated force.
The mercenaries are on the battlefield of and for the Lord.
With giants and demons how the monkey king detonates causing the wrath of
God.
Demons are decapitated and bodies are slanged from here to yonder.
God bellowed, “We must behead the monkey king.
He is the demon of all entities.”
The lashes influence the giants lambastes.
The Monkey King’s demons had formed their attacks.
God’s giants’ impact condemns.
They beheaded the Monkey King.
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Penned January 17, 2015!