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I should really be writing my essay (due tomorrow!) but I can't have this poem stand here
under my name without some well due editing. I would remove it but I feel like I have not
given the idea a fair amount of my effort.
Let me tell you the story of the man who wared with time
Let me tell you of the lying man who thought himself free from fate's monotonous rhyme:
This lying man would not a true story tell
To the masses: tales of himself in a regal crown he would sell
And they would ask: How come you here, great king?
And he would weave tales of abandoning his office for a woman's ring
Some would jeer and others cheer
But always he would smile ear to ear
At time in its grandeur he would leer
To priests he would lament of his heinous crimes, to never repeat them he swore
Begging their pity and reveling in the new skin he wore
So why, you may ask, does the liar lie of heinous acts
When he could lie of owning the grandest tracts?
And the snake of snakes would slither its tongue
And shed its skin, a coat in its closet so neatly hung
It would tell you a million tales, not one of them true
And never itself shed in any hue
For the flesh beneath may be soft and fickle
But the skin above is always rough and brittle
The flesh beneath once shed, would still the beating of his heart
The skin above once shed, would instill in his life immortality, the one true art
And always the happiest man alive he would be
Living the lives of any man his mind could see
And so the lying man would not a true story tell
The lying man would lie till the day he fell
That day the king of kings dies
The day the criminal meets his demise
While the lying man that was lives on in every story
As friends and foe would debate the king's glory
All the while the lying man that is sinks deeper into his grave
And that priest would remember a criminal who only mercy did he crave
And that coat of skins would weaken and tumble
The skins within gone brittle and begun to crumble
As the lying man that was, flesh and vulnerability, decays
All those skins he left behind, time will one day erase.
And so lying man, you had smiled in the face of time,
Done no great dead but steal what was theirs and mine
You had fallen thinking you had bested the clock
When only you had deafened yourself to the echo of tick tock
© Samir Georges
2010
another year has finished its foward dance one more year maybe one more chance.
as these seasons are born then die it happens so fast they way times fly by
one day the sun bright and blinding your eye the next day its gone only clouds in the sky
color of the winter drains you the endless gray another season for it all to go away
how can one stand beside the clock counting away the year tick tick tock
a constant reminder of our finite time a constant countdown to the final chime
and every year i try to keep the chin high alas every year till the day i die
every fall brings a pang of regret for those i love and those i neglect
the leaves die making room for the new i think we all do the same thing too
spring speaks of a fresh start and relief to those with heavy winter hearts
the promise of sun and a new begining a small clue in alife with little meaning
summer comes we wait all year the days are long the skys are clear
radiating sun keeps energys high but summers so short no matter how hard one trys
so many memories attached to these seasons a million guesses a hundred reasons
the smell of the flower that blooms in may always reminds of long forgotten day
crisp air before the very first snow always hints to me somthing i should know
even thoe this life is so short and fast i would trade nothing fo all the seasons past
i put down my pen and start to reflect no matter what lifes amazing in retrospect
so live each season like it was the end lifes not measured on a watch my friend
its weighed in the hearts of those lived it every ounce day by day bit by bit
another year has gone away so weigh your love everyday kept in a safe place
doesnt matter what this is your life your day keep to that you cant lose face
another year has completed its run soon enough once again greeted by the sun
Form:
In the first day I have found the light,
I was so blind for it was that bright.
I never knew why.
In the second day I saw the constellations,
I was counting endlessly, but I missed some sections.
I never knew why.
In the third day I landed on Venus, the planet,
It was a strange feeling pulling me like a magnet.
I never knew why.
In the fourth day I engaged Mercury in existence,
My face was filled with drops of rain, I felt so tense.
I never knew why.
In the fifth day I was trapped into a black pitch,
Some lighten insects, me, the way they were trying to teach.
I never knew why.
In the sixth day I woke up in a bed, covered by a blanket,
I was dressed with a white shirt, and then him I met.
I never knew why.
In the seventh day I went to the seventh cell,
I was horrified and my heart was pounding as in Hell.
I never knew why.
In the eighth day I closed my eyes and I was dreaming,
I saw the Earth belonger and we were kissing.
I never knew why.
In the ninth day I clapped my hands and I yelled,
I had a smile upon my face and joy I gained.
I never knew why.
In the tenth day I was surprised by the nature-green,
Flowers smelling and my eye caught all I’ve seen.
I never knew why.
In the eleventh day I took a motorcycle,
I went with speed on the road but in circle.
I never knew why.
A dozen days had passed and I felt so lonely,
And he came at me and he embraced me, so lovely.
I never knew why.
In the thirteenth day a witch had cursed me,
I wanted again the rain and thunders to see.
I never knew why.
In the fourteenth day I craved more and more for blue,
I opened my eyes and close by me I found you.
I never knew why.
In the last day of my existence I thought:
Am I the only one which is here brought? ...
I never knew why…
You regret your foolish disclosure, as you confessed to be a cold hearted lover for she was
lost of hope n’ sacrificed herself from this crest for her love for you consumed her totally,
though her broken heart, in the care of the angels choir, now sings reforged in the fires of
immortality…
You lived your life in the garments of a scar around your heart, covered in bark, thrombosed
to the love of another, it now cries in virtue n’ chastity from the sentient tree that consumed
your ashes n’ dust in the grave at the top of the crest by the sea…
I give to you Poet my blessing, so you can relinquish your guilt n’ pain of love’s abandoning
from the bed of blame you made of your grave, for your quill is at peace till your
homecoming into this world, my sweet poet come back to me…
For time was your crest from this day you have leapt, you are forgiven my love so rise, let
go your purgatory n’ perhaps one day we will meet once again as your soul escapes the
gravity of captivity, now owlish n’ wise let it fly to our destiny…
Though not a word is spoken in these moments of conjuration from a lover long gone in an
age of castles n’ quests by the sea, it stormed all night n’ I remained by your grave side till
sunrise n’ the flame in your eyes became the Immortal’s fire to reforge a tarnished heart,
for your tortured soul now understands n’ through the flames your mind will follow…
Now I see the picture you have painted in the illusion of the rainbow n’ I sense the birth of
humility n’ grace as the sun breaks through the storm clouds, for your poem of remorse
finally rests n’ you my love are reborn with angel wings to ride mother earth’s breath…
I am going to grow old
suddenly.
it will happen one day
while eating peanut butter
worrying about a lie I told
thirty-seven years ago
wondering whatever happened
to that one special girl
absently watching but not
comprehending
some old blurry
near-memorized
perry mason
episodes
while Oppenheimer's
borrowed eyes conceal
a black and white mind
become a hummingbird now
but not a regular hummingbird
instead a drunken listless
embarrassed spastic wreck
of a dark hummingbird
bouncing off walls
spitting and
cursing
I am going to grow old
suddenly.
it will happen one day
the moon appearing
and disappearing
only my ancestors
may count these seasons
this empty coliseum
now lacking
a hero
or crowd
the dust in his teeth
reminds him
that the christians
and the lions
left together long ago
their memories
and yours
like fiery
tumbleweeds
for the
prairie
mind
I am going to grow old
suddenly.
it will happen one day
a hardly remembered
mummy
with crown of white hair
the boot-heel king
old briar
blissfully unaware
the fragile conspiracy
of synapse
absently clicking through
channels
with his box full of hints
that he gave up for lent
some tobacco
and stained
flannels
I am going to grow old
suddenly.
it will happen one day
and no one will be here
to know
the last man on earth
yet negotiating for space
for the digging of holes
for the burying of jars
for the cataloging
of clever treasures
a plump endless cycle
known only to him
delicate old brain
always fluttering
now folding up
the origami
of years
Possibility or unexpected chances
Horizons that present changes, a chance
The same instance that casualties
And victims panic
My antics expire frantic
How can we handle this
An obstacle is an obstacle, matter or not
A sleeping bag, one empty parking lot
One day your up the next day your not
What’s real and what’s not
Circumstances exhibit voluntary products to make reference
Heaven’s a treasure
Hell a worthy experience
You just have to make clearance
Time will take you back
Further into this design we roam
Casually or alone
Belief is acquired through tradition
Yet it’s unknown
My thoughts, your substance
Our universe to be
The timeliness of this reality
Is it only a world of you and me
Conscience, unconscious,
A higher possibility
For those of us dying to live
A message from we living to die
Life is an eternity to last
Then again perhaps righteousness
Is but a concern of the past
And yet we all laugh
A final meal
We breathe, we gasp
My exhausted state of being
A lifeless fantasy
Crystallized in stones off the coast of Japan
Trapped between the things I cannot do without
And the things I can
The burden and trials of an everyday man
If I love you it’s in my mind
If I have feelings for you
It’s a chemical rush
While thoughts linger around this concept
I continue my mission
To break apart your traditional images
I’d speak up but you’d probably say
I’m trying to impose my assumptions
Strangled in this realm of reality
Making it difficult to function
Form:
The Day I Lied to Jesus
One day when I got out of my car
Something happened that was quite bizarre.
A man showed up not extremely far.
Where had he come from? I could not say.
After I parked, I had looked that way.
He simply showed up and walked my way.
My heart was pumping a hundred beats.
With golden skin, he started to greet.
“Do you know who I am?” he did entreat.
“No.” I replied with lumps in my throat.
“I am Jesus.” He said. And that’s a quote.
“He must be crazy.” was my mental note.
“Do you believe me?” I stood dead still.
“Are you like Thomas?” There came a chill.
“I’m NOT like Thomas.” my voice was shrill.
“I believe Christ lives, death overcome.”
He showed me one hand; I became numb.
Both arms extended. Scars? I saw some.
Flesh had been ripped from his wrist to palms.
Jagged and wide, he showed me, no qualms.
All of the while, I tried to stay calm.
I started to shake, cold in my tracks.
“Do you want to see my side?” Brain racks…
“Are you afraid?” Shall we talk out back?
I shook my head no; that was a lie.
“Do you want to ask some questions?” sigh,
“No. I have no questions” my reply.
Then, across my yard, head bowed, he left.
That frightful day my faith was bereft.
I ran inside shaking; my heart cleft.
Was it My Lord or was it not He?
That question still rumbles inside me.
One thing agreed; from sin I now flee!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 3, 2010
Earth’s natural gemstones thunder down
Miriards of multi sized scattered diamonds tumbling
trained jewels, beads, roll down roof glazing
Tiny shards of light begin to bounce, dance and reflect magnificantly
At first twinkles of days sunlight peep from behind storm clouds
Enters sunrise, day breaks
Vast darkness of night-times tears quickly disperse
evaporating to the brighter warmer climate
Nature’s tears are quickly dried
Outside still few mirrors remain reflecting the skies and beauty
Besides these little basins of wonder
patchy shadowed pavements still damp retract
As temperatures rise I recollect musing over shrinage of moisture
Just as the tides retrace their steps back to the oceans
But who ever sees their journey thereafter
The cycle of life continues whether we notice or not
So every droplet wasted counts
As climates change so must we
Earth and sea compositions alter
It’s down to us to make a difference
To help preserve and protect the living species
and precious commodities we need for every day living
before these treasures are lost, gone from our world altogether
Richer or poorer are we crumbling our planet
At the cost of bling we run down waste holes
Or leave to trail the land around us
Are we throwing our futures away
Should we not be evaluating the cost of new things precious
The waters of life, catch them if you can
Earths natural gemstones thunder down
Sit with me and close your eye...
I'll share with you, the day we dye...
Guardians call, from up on high,
So Look now... and sea the sky.
My hands I place, in front of her,
Her lines I traced. The Whisperer...
And when she looked, and saw back to me,
A life was Created, from our History.
"A horse you ride and great the pride,
upon a cliff, I see you fly and search
you did, for a Common stride. Upon a
horse, I saw you ride...
A country.men, lands born again,
near an edge of sea, our Unity be
and great the day when Winds come play.
Remember today.I share you too,
Our stories of old.Our gift made new."
And in my eyes, a trace did she,
The Whisperer ask... to Sit.As We.
. . .
Eyes closed,
Two Hands held firm
as one.
We open within
to hear
the winds carrying our call.
We smile,
We know,
No words endure.
In the essence we merge
And dye
Over the sea
we fly
answering the Guardian’s call.
Unending Love,
Be.
. . .
“…answering the Guardian’s call.”
“Look now girl, to the wall…
The light that shine there, is One.
Behind you, aLion of Suns…”
And then she touched me.
She reached for my hand,
“… do you see there girl,
do you Sea…the Guardian…”
“… In the essence we merge
And dye
Over the Sea
We fly…”
And then,
right just then,
Her and I…
We.Merged.In.Two,
My hands.Her eyes.
Unending Love,
Again.
Form:
I was just thinking
About one of the things Prison taught me.
Prison taught me how to understand
TIME.
Time is no more than a measure of distance
You start at point A
And you measure to point B
Whether you are measuring a minute or a lifetime
Even though day’s drag and days fly
The distance remains the same
Oddly enough when you go to Prison
Everything stops
But time
TICK---TICK---TICK
When you go in things are as they are
And in your mind they stay that way
As – the - years - pass - by
TICK---TICK---TICK
Outside
Everything still changes with the hands of time
But inside time has been frozen inside your mind
And when you’re released you start to understand
Time stops for no one
For the entire world has changed
If we break time down even further
Every one born has only so much time until they die
And no one knows exactly how much time that will be
One day your time will stop
And that day could be today
Make the most of your time
Embrace what time you have left
Don’t squander it away over petty things that don’t matter
Use it wisely cherishing the things that do
Don’t be a fool who thinks he has a lifetime
Be a wise man who knows he has only a minute
If even that
Because one day your time will
TICK---TIC
And all those left behind
Have nothing left of you
But the memories of how you spent your TIME!!