Long Though Poems
Long Though Poems. Below are the most popular long Though by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Though poems by poem length and keyword.
The Merry Minstrel of Mickleover
I strike this chord without a sword
For I am not so brave
Whence came a knight with armour bright
Who vowed princess to save
The wicked sire of the shire
Had seen well to kidnap
The daughter of the king and bring
Much wealth into his lap
Handsome he thought the ransom
The king was sure to pay
For fear his precious princess dear
The wicked sire would slay
From his abode the knight he rode
Through wind and rain and storm
O’er hill and dale and muddy trail
His quest to keep him warm
The castle wall it looked so tall
Impregnable in height
Banged on the door and yet once more
His iron fist with might
The surly sire quoths to enquire
“Who raps upon my door”
“Tis mystery, now set her free
Or death you’ll lay before”
With lunge and slash with swords they clash
Upon the open plain
Died his desire there in the mire
As evil sire is slain
The princess freed from needless greed
Sort knight to gift reward
“Place in my hand just thine hair band
If this please thy accord”
( The minstrels song lived large and long
Was sung all o’er the land
Where ‘ere he been could still be seen
Rebec ‘dorned with blue band )
Rebec; A medaeval violin type instrument
Mickleover; A village in Derbyshire, England
Though now a suburb of the City of Derby
The residents still refer to it as ‘The Village’
For Medaeval Idealism Contest
Sponsor, Isaiah Zerbst
Vows get recanted as passions flounder
on the shoals of betrayal and remorse.
And drifting dreams navigate in darkness
whenever love starts to wander off course.
Beware of lust, a cunning emotion,
touting trickery and deceit as truth.
The seeds of trust oft germinate slowly,
and patience is a virtue new to youth.
Naive hearts are vulnerable to lies,
for the truth often appears conflictive.
Yet when love creates tears of happiness,
their salty-sweet taste can be addictive.
The feeling of being unique and prized
is awesome, combining two into one.
And purges the hurt from a broken heart,
instilling happiness, laughter, and fun.
Intimate moments make life worth living,
a time when your heart's devoid of despair.
Even though it is intangible, love's
physical impact is beyond compare.
To be loved is to feel wanted and whole,
instantly giving life a brand-new start.
For it's a miracle unto itself,
asking only that you believe your heart.
(Quatrain)
9/30/2017
A decade here,
I smell the the fragrance of the dwelt air.
I am going to miss this refuge
Crying became a task, huge.
I wish not to
Though I wanted to.
For the happiness I found
Had silenced my crying sound.
I wish to take this beauty
Which my eyes observed as a duty.
I wish to take the pure water
Which soothes and makes better.
I wish I take this soft sand
That greases hope on my hand.
My bid is to take a thing
That may read everything.
As I leave this hope full place
Just in case....just in case...
I need to remember
The land that took me a member.
The ship is now leaving with a loud clamor
I relished the comfort of humor.
In my hand... I took the sand
To rhyme my saving Island.
Summer seize heat.
Winter sees cold.
Spring changes our minds.
Fall surrounds us, sublime.
In the Summer, I twirl the stem of rose.
She twirls like a ballerina with her tutu.
In Winter, she’s brazen in virgin white.
She’s statuesque, tall as an oak.
In Spring, the music box spins and spins.
Her melody is sweet, prim and proper.
In Fall, the springs are shocked.
“Memories,” plays on and on.
I can jump to seasons as if changing channels.
My senses react to the perfume or crisp air.
Currently late
Summer, though
the boat is slow
in Georgia, where
the lights go out
in October, and
my head is high
in the leaves
spinning like
a pinwheel,
through hues
of God’s choosing.
He’s never late,
though we feel delayed.
Our seasons
always show -
on land, on sea,
on me.
and I remember the lamp,
its shade of childhood,
high on my dresser.
I loved the ballerina -
she moved me.
Wondering if we shall glimpse
such things that passed away.
Still we’d give up every last glimpse
to see our loved ones again.
Seasons be.
On our morning walk the other day as we headed to the shore
we passed a house I am certain we’ve passed a thousand times before
But that day my morning routine didn’t follow its usual paradigm
I found myself as we neared the house…walking back in time.
I remember long ago a ‘For Sale’ sign…standing proudly on this lawn
I remember walking by one day and the ‘For Sale’ sign was gone.
I remember the young couple who bought this house
their two cars in this driveway…how their happiness filled the air
I remember one year later…only one car parking there.
I remember the black Labrador who lived here…
We would pet him…see his toys strewn upon the lawn
each year he seemed to walk a little slower
then one day…he was gone…
I remember a new ‘For Sale’ sign…
Going up…coming down…and thinking…isn’t it strange…
how as we’ve walked by this house each day…lives have rearranged?
And as we returned to our house I had to smile at all the changes we have seen
from our first days together…to this moment…and all those moments in between.
We’ve been blessed with many moments…moments we adore
Children…grandchildren…friends and pets…have all walked through our door.
And though the house isn’t as crowded as it once was…
time flows steadily…ever fast
the silent, quiet moments still mix with echoes of the past.
There will come a day I imagine when the two of us will be gone
and there will be a for sale sign standing proudly on our lawn…
I hope when that day comes another couple will shift their normal paradigm
pause a moment in the present…and enjoy a walk back into time.
a firefly kisses me unexpectedly
perhaps it is a symbol of hope
i then smell the familiar scent of her
it feels like yesterday returning to today
sitting on the now worn deck
caring about nothing, again i dwell on the past
everywhere i turn i see the creations of beauty you conjured up
it feels like yesterday returning to today
the cat now sits on the edge in a misunderstood anticipation
perhaps it is a sign of things to soon come
i then feel the unforgotten sense of a presence long since gone
it feels like yesterday returning to today
if there was a way i could wake this present time up,
then i would
if there was a way i could magically change the way things went down,
then i would
if there was a way i could make all the tears cried into a wishing well,
then i would
maybe then i could make this miracle in my head happen
instead i am mister at the tale end of the color purple
though on certain days i find a smile, today's quiet is as eerie as the realization of why
Sometimes in life, though we’ve paid all our dues,
We’re given the screws; we’ve been had and we lose.
The shot that we thought was our best one has failed.
Our hopes have derailed; opponents prevailed.
We either can wallow or rise from the muck
And swallow our pride and proceed with pure pluck.
There’s nothing to gain staying down in the dumps;
Just rein in the pain and accept a few lumps.
Tomorrow will dawn like it usually does.
We’ll look back and wonder what all the buzz was;
And maybe we’ll put it all high on a shelf
To satisfy something inside of ourself.
If not, then we’ll flounder, a fish in a net;
An easy-out grounder or Russian roulette.
For life is unfair much more often than not
And despair is the lot that at times we have got.
"For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams." Pedro Calderon de la Barca
The leaves change hue.
I’m right behind. They fall to ground,
and as they crumble, I’ll be crumbling too.
Will there be souls around
to hear my sound? I crumble, drifting down so deep
inside this dream called life! An awful wait I keep
in autumn’s span of life’s short sleep.
To waken from this dream I am not wont to do.
June 16, 2019
Contest: Writing Challenge, June 2019, Crumbling Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Note: by howmanysyllables.com "crumbling" is 2 syllables (as I count it) though another counter said it was 3.
You tapped my shoulder, lightly…eagerly…
Before it happened, I sensed your eyes,
And I turned ever so slightly,
Your face in the corner of my eye
Your face…it was serious…
As if getting my attention was a chore
It was a chore…to withhold all my tears…
I absolutely love you—how sickened I am…
You crush me in your green eyes…
Those words…though few, annihilate me
I am certain in your mind you were pleading for words
You wanted to flee from my sight, but I was there first
Sketching on my notebook, a girl in love-verse
I know you meant to speak to me,
To get it all over with…
So that the chore could be over
And you could return in your shell
As I wallow in the suspense of my nervous hell
I was not waiting for you to speak…
I heard your mind before your hesitant touch
As if you were fooling with fire…
And I licked your fingers with burns
I cherished your pained attention
How foolish, how pitiable…
I felt much, when you tapped my shoulder,
So restlessly, so quickly, so frighteningly…
I turned my head at you…
The chance was yours to take
I never meant to burn you…
Now, alone, I must settle with your ashes……..
Despair settles all around
Doubts, worries, scares mark out the land
Which way can normality be found?
Hazy shadows blur my view
All I have to live is you
Where dreams fall down
Where promises break
My mind cries out
Lost chances wasted
Despair sometimes engulfs my mind
Drowning my hope and killing my time
Though sorrow lives here I push it back
But when despair flares up I can't fight off its attack
I sometimes listen too hard
I sometimes reason too sad
The fool I know I am
Tries to find me in the stack
Tries to smile while I cry
Tries to bring light into my night
Sometimes I listen to the song
Sometimes I find the lyrics wrong
But this life is what I am
I just need someone to understand