Long Stimulate Poems
Long Stimulate Poems. Below are the most popular long Stimulate by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Stimulate poems by poem length and keyword.
At her daughter's conference
I gave tiger mommy a brain-researched
print out about the value and
the benefits of free play to
help stimulate a child's mind
I was tired of watching her child
cry because she could not play
at home, for she was too old for it.
Her toys were gone because she was
too old for them.
Her brother could still play, because he
had not gotten there yet.
But she had work to do.
There were workbook pages to finish.
To earn supper she had to finish thirty pages each night.
Her mother was determined she would be the best.
She was not allowed friends.
She was not allowed freedom.
She was also punished after I gave
Tiger Mommy the print-out for sharing
the “family business”.
her favorite stuffed animal got thrown away too.
At eight she is too “old for play”
It is time to be serious.
I'm lost for words, do I suppose to feel this way about my detached family
Mother and brother with their weird dynamic duo relationship
My father has a whole another family or two he's managing
Perplexed by my young adult children with their selfish ways towards me
My love has been taken for granted; betrayed by conditional lovers
I loved them unconditionally with all my heart still to this present day
The way I've been treated, had me to become numb to silent
The DNA test seems only good for ancestry or hidden family connections
"Blood thicker than mud" is just an illusion to me when it comes to my family
I would have been more relieved if I was adopted; detachment explained
At this present time I'm homeless without any genuine help
My mom want me around because she's lonely a lot of the times
My father lost for words most of the times we converse
Brother want me around to show off and brag about what I don't have
Daughter want me around for emergency baby sitter for her children
Son locked up and need me to keep account with commissary monies
I asked out loud, "Why would I be in a family dynamic like this"
The energy is heavy and draining when I'm in any of there presence
Knowing I deserve better, but not feeling spiteful or resentment
My family was all I knew; now realizing I have to let them go
Lesson that love is not suppose to cause pain, confusion or revenge
Lesson to stop love from being the core for change in my world
Lesson how forces work through your family to discredit love
Lesson of dark generational curse to stray me to hate for self destruction
Lesson for a practice run to prepare for a family life I deserve
Lesson to destroy me as a soul with love for humanity(unity)
Lesson for hate to be inflicted to weight heavy on my heart
Lesson to give up on love, turn to materialism
Lesson of survival to be an example of a spiritual warrior
It was lessons for courage to survive with unconditional love for self/others
Despite the fated lessons still I smile with gratitude
Evolution at its finest as lessons stimulate my growth to remain in love
All is forgiven; no hard feelings and love(GOD) will always live within me.
POETICS in PROGRESS
a discourse we don
ornamted speech
eloquent oratory aloud
seminal ideas
in pillars of poetics
a dialogue delivered
feelings aroused
from slumber
by symmetries of sequences
soliloquised
persuasion intertwined in poesy
perceptions personified
arrayed&adorned
in audible orations
of
experimental sound&
sense
freewheeling
sensable
becoming sententious
loose language codified
yet
open ended
figures of speech
of arrested moments
denotative&
syntactical of
preliterate tradition
solo
but
not self conscious
or
self orientated
words freed
to float & hover&
find a home
a random place to rest
a refuge for letter
sound-images
to
stimulate a reply
Some random thoughts today on the kind of person I would like to be
as well as the kind of world…I would like to see.
The first and most important behavior I’d like to see everyone put into effect…
would be to treat EVERYONE, yes EVERYONE, with dignity and respect.
When dealing with people, animals and the earth…
a gentle soul is who we all should endeavor be from the start.
Never look down on ANYONE
or with revenge, resentment and animosity in our heart.
Do not blame poverty on the people who are trying to survive it
They are not the ones who stimulate, who force, propel or drive it.
Everyone should do their best everyday in this world
for harmony, unity, love and friendship to increase…
It is easy but disastrous to promote hate and prejudice and war
It is more difficult but more beneficial to promote
kindness, love and peace.
We must diversify our lives and our education
as we strive for a world of peace of love and harmony.
Improve our civil and religious liberties
and make sure everyone understands the meaning of equality.
Our Earth is sacred….we should walk on her with a soft and gentle pace
She is filled with wonders we’ve yet to uncover…
she is not a depository for our waste.
We should fill the wold with music, poetry and art…
encourage all people everywhere to think.
These are as important to a happy life as what we eat and drink.
And finally it should be the duty of everyone, every country on this planet
to ensure everyone else is safe, housed, fed and free
to set an example of humanity and justice
not one of inequality and cruelty.?
I’m bored with sifting through the trite
to find a poet who can write
with passion that can stimulate
the mind’s of those who take his bait.
I’m bored with titles that don’t tell
of magic written down so well
that had the invite shown appeal
we'd all be hooked on poet’s reel.
So poets when with skill you write,
let titles shine out through the trite
and let your label show with pride
the passions that poor titles hide.
The poetry is never done
however skilful you become
for you will never strike a chord
if your intro’ leaves us bored!
Ivor G Davies
Written for the contest " I AM BORED WITH............ (though I am afraid I will have to
alter the title before I publish it in my next book!)
What we want
I want a man
That's God fearing
When i have a bad day
He wants to hear it
A man that compliments me
And shows emotion
Pray everyday
You know devotion
A man to help
And not just think of self
A man to add
Instead of subtract
A man to balance me
Where he at
Chorus
You know
What you want
I do to
Don't act like i don't
I want you and you want me
Lets help eachother fulfill eachothers need
Verse 2
I want a woman
Who listens
I mean really pay attention
Before she start her day she always pray
I want a woman
Who has ambitions and dreams
Who's excited to be a part of a team
I want the view
I love looking at you
You make me forget my problems
And help me solve them
Whatever you do or you don't
Remember your all that i want
You know what you want
And i do to
Dont act like i dont
I want you and you want me
Lets help eachother fulfill eachothers need
Hook
Continue to pray for me
be there for me
Stimulate my mind
Uplift me you are one of a kind
You got the view from both sides
Dont let what you want just ride
Repeat 1x
Repeat chorus until it fades
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
1/28/2019
It was such an uneventful day today
Tonight, I want to prove otherwise
To my Father above, but maybe someday
It's a windy night in the desert...walking tonight would be rather unwise…
It was such an unremarkable day
Tonight, I need to pray away the pain
That's been kept concealed in my heart of stone...I, alone, can't stand this dreariness - no way!
It's a windy night in the desert…I'm wishing for rain instead not to go down the drain
It's such a mundane time for me inside my cranium
It's a mind-numbing numbness I can't quite fathom
Stimulate me with your serenity and everything in between
I'm as dry and worn-out as dust on your clothing, left unseen
Banal words and worthlessness irks me at times like these…
I'm bothered to the extreme, so I want to let go of my worries
In the brisk desert breeze
To set you and I at ease
I've become wearisome and alone lately…
Frankly blind as well as smiling miserably
Please save me from my lonesome state of mind
Please give me back meaning in life, so I can find…so I can find...
Solace for my fragile feet to run to,
Happiness for my fingers to brew,
Progress to make and to freely undo,
And Peace for my hyperactive mind of rue
God will give it to me in due time, in due time
His kindness is as ripe as fresh fruit in its prime
But, this ugly sorrow is like grime upon my soul
You're still beautiful today and tomorrow as a whole
I'm sorry that I wasn't productive in this short life
I'm wanting freedom and liberty away from strife
I spent my time on my pleasures and foolish leisure
Instead, I should have looked up to You and be mature
I'm just a tedious, hideous and preposterous beast before the dawn; dusk is gone,
Left on my own in this castle, filled with coldhearted lies in which I feast upon
I made a good impression on the Lord this afternoon, doing nothing but troublesome ways...
I gave up trying to do what is right in the past like a buffoon, doing ridiculous tricks for silly praise
I am not a circus buffoon for all to simply laugh at
I am not a beast that is neglected and alone
I am not a foolish man or a reckless and dirty rat
I am just a boy who wasted time on his phone..
Liquid Heaven
A feast for my womanly inner beast!
I tease, I please, you have me on my knees
I wring my hands, you oint my head
With your fingers locked in my hair of red
You -I call Master!
Begging for forgiveness, in a position of love
My words are bashing with one stuttering sound
Moaning & Moaning,
As you make my head spin like a merry-go-round
Craving for you to unleash a liquid heaven sound
My body speaks and mumbles a language meant for you
A touch of intimacy, that lathers up like liquid glue
Sticky but, yet so compelling
My tongue slips silent beloved words of joy into the air
You play the master of this dark solid room
This dungeon's all I consume
You engage me, to provoke you with everything I got
Yelling, please master don't ever stop!
At this moment, I yearn for excitement
To feel the arousing sensation of your presence
That melts me and chill me with a flow that does not kill
I'm your thinker
Your muse and poet
You are my composer creating liquid tunes
Come here and expresses the hardness of your boldness
I confess to you my love
You are all I'm dreaming of
You drive your hands all over
Reaching every steamy spot
Encourage me to stimulate your mental needs
You are the master withholding a liquid element
In me, you release fluids that hit like a silent tide
A desire that comes with a full force of the fire inside
I crave for the taste of your lips
Your hands on my hips
Your fingers with a tight sensual grip
I dedicate my heart and my lust
To get lost within every push of your trust
Like a treasure deep underneath the sand
I'm addicted to the feelings of your command
Your hazel eyes are the sunrise
You bring out the obsession,
And my sweet tooth temptation
Like the moon above a misty night
Seducing me in every way in a poetic write
YOU, MY LOVE!!!
Your liquid heaven is the beginning-
-Of my delicious delight!
by: PD
**A sweet Dedication To My Babe**
I'm a grit teeth beginner breaking out the cage,
growing strong and fitter with wit coming of age,
squeezing letters out of lemons got me in a rage,
but this bitter will get better and steal the stage.
I'm out to lay a new way suitable to a renegade,
angrily squashing this yellow fruit into lemonade,
using the skin to pave a golden route in the trade,
writes rooted in the age of this transitional upgrade.
No scourge can submerge the courage I preserve under the surface,
that purrs with an urge to hand carve words with power and purpose,
this marvellous occurrence undoubtedly surges to resurface,
and repeatedly emerges delivering perfectly superb verses.
Attempts to pull curtains on my spirit,
only teach knowledge that I inherit,
I react and catch before impact to my merit
and you can't collapse the soul of this poet.
Everyone falls but my core's impenetrable,
and my mental resilience is unbreakable,
they can't remove something unshakeable,
trying is a mistake that'll make you miserable.
I've learnt to benefit from attempted attacks
aimed to prevent the way that I vent and act,
catching the weaponry and adding to my stack,
I've a determination that I'll never let crack.
I'll elevate as I stimulate with flow
and levitate the audience to show,
I'm able to continuously demonstrate
that my work is something to celebrate,
even though my opinion will make them hate.
Coming back is what I do,
don't make me come back for you!
On the porch last night I felt a familiar pull when I noticed through the clouds how the moon was full.
As I listened to each song the crickets sung…I remembered back to when our son was young.
As we sat on this porch at the end of the day he asked me, “Dad, why does the moon fade away?”
“I’ve seen it many times at night and noticed something is not quite right.”
“What makes the moon go out and then…what makes it come back on again?”
“Don’t worry son,” I said, “don’t feel perplexed. “The moon that sines has not been hexed.”
“Once a month the moon is full…and we all enjoy her brilliant glow.”
“Then gradually she becomes less round..because the moon’s light bulb is running down.”
“The man in the moon does not mope or pout…he waits patiently till the moon is out.”
“Then he reaches into his overalls pocket…and pulls out a new bulb for the moon’s light socket.”
“He screws it in and there you are…the moon again is a shining star.”
I suppose as an answer to my son’s inquisition… I could have explained how the Earth. the moon and the sun all change positions
I could have told him that the moon he sees…changes relative to his geometries.
But one of the reasons for a parent’s creation…is to stimulate their children’s imagination.
And could there be a better way…than watching a full moon fade away….
And now years later I wonder as he sits on his porch listening to the crickets tune…
if he still looks for the man in the moon…
Hoping tonights the night he comes into view…
If he does he’ll be glad to know…that I do too.