Long Took Poems
Long Took Poems. Below are the most popular long Took by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Took poems by poem length and keyword.
My granny rode a bicycle
Till she was eighty four
We had to take it off of her
We couldn’t take no more
For every day she lost it
Forget where it was put
She’d find her way to our house
Arriving there on foot
“Someone’s pinched my bike” she’d say
“It’s gone, I don’t know where
Kids today are heartless
I’m sure they just don’t care”
We’d phone the local station
The bobby knew the score
As usually she left it
Outside the co op store
Reluctantly we did it
Went round to grannies house
Crept into the garden shed
As quiet as a mouse
Took our grannies treasured bike
Dismantled bit by bit
Collected up the pieces
And we threw them in the skip
Now he’s stopped
and not forgetting
he’s wailing petty
nonstop and getting
no help no pity
inside he’s broken
shutting down
no means of coping
no one around
No love shown to him
hell bound
never known loves bliss
cracked perspective
no care not missed
Doesn’t want to live
thoughts selective
he’s in a dire life
refusing suicide
to stay alive
and cry the cry the cryer cries
day and night to no reply
worth belief pride demise
no point all died
Once a nice selfless guy
never approved or liked
damaged the nice supply
as no one took his side
opposite and sly
think they can boss his mind
why they allow him in their life
blind to realise why
he fulfilled requests act nice
or that he decides each time
as they think they lead
and light the way he likes
yet he lets them because
they need this prize
competing minds
needing pride
while he’s content inside
and gifts them light
to keep them high
by his side then all denied
nor took his cries seriously
unkind out to manipulate his mind
but in his pain he’s wise
realise his strength and size
those who mock and say he lies
asserting the alpha emerge and rise
stand big with evil eyes
a man too demand never warn twice
suddenly they treat him kind
tell a joke but he wants to fight
his expense too many times
hostile surprise
violent type
pounce and strike
dominate for life
he will do as he pleases
Jesus
all you, a friend,
had to do was believe him
I was shown no empathy no respect no care or belief
no value no worth no confidence just grief
at a time I was targeted bullied slandered too no relief
I am now the guy you treated me
On my side, ha
My friends my family defeated me,
I'm my side
He used to shine, the life of every room,
Sports car gleaming, he'd chase away the gloom.
Took us to places we never could dream,
Laughter and joy, we were part of the scene.
We'd race down the road, music up loud,
Living our best lives, feeling so proud.
He’d teach us the ropes, we’d laugh and we’d play,
But something’s changed, that was yesterday.
Now, I see him tired, with no smile in sight,
Chasing his days from morning to night.
His car’s parked now, dust on the hood,
He’s lost in the errands, doing what he could.
No longer the cousin who’d light up our world,
Now just a shadow, his joy unfurled.
Marriage is a chain that holds him tight,
No more fun, no more carefree nights.
He runs around, a slave to her need,
Chasing her dreams, planting the seed.
The man I knew is fading away,
Lost in the grind, day by day.
Where’s the man who once knew how to live?
Now he’s just tired, with nothing to give.
Marriage changed him, and it’s hard to see,
The man he was, is no longer free
She was born six years after Post World War One.
It was the first morning of May that she beat the blazing sun.
She was a beautiful honey color, with light brown eyes, and cold black hair.
However, there was one imperfection that captured a stare.
From the top of the crown of her head to the forehead was shaded by a black veil.
With culture feasting and celebration of a newborn shlep along spiritual tales.
Prophecies of a real loving mother are indescribable biblical.
Her mother's love for her was solid and unconditional.
It was her mother's requiem for her to receive salvation.
With enthusiastic haste for time, she received ritual purification.
She was a jovial child until she reached her inevitable spiritual compass task.
From a tender touch of a child's hand, engender a ringing in the ear, a strong smell of raw potatoes, and a death-like mask.
An encroaching vision of dark shades of color appeared of a child that suffered a venomous snake bite.
In just quick measure of minutes, she returned to the light.
There was a ring of people with thundering voices that were charged with fear.
As to what took place she was unclear.
There were many speculative views about incarnation.
There were many views with many miserable accounts of persuasion.
Even with many outwitting opinions, she accepted the worth of her enigma as a benefit once she realized that the beneficial part was in saving the young child's life.
She was keenly aware that the mysterious infirmity was bound to cause her some strife.
January 24, 2023
Carved from tree.
Perfect
dreamy face, sadness not a trace.
A wood carver dreams of having child.
A spirit wistful running wild.
A hand to hold, a mouth that smiles.
He sits there thinking for a while.
Each piece of wood he cuts away,
one step further from that day.
Strings attached to arms head and back,
the image perfect only a soul he lacks.
He looks at his puppet and sheds a tear,
if only he had a real boy here.
No Fairy Godmother to hear his plea.
A dream unfullfilled will never be.
A carved puppet with little button nose,
perfectly formed fingers and little toes.
He looks at the puppet hangs him high.
Takes a deep breath wipes his eyes.
All his hopes cut away with a knife.
Cancer took the dream from him and his wife.
Debbie Guzzi's
Dream On Contest
July 24th, 2013
Reflection - The Fragrance of Grace
Mail order catalogs seem to have the ability to procreate in my mailbox. Just when I think I have rendered them infertile they give birth to multiple sets of quintuplets right under my nose as if by magic fertilization! And, of course, I have to examine these newborn opportunities to raid my bank account just to make sure I haven’t missed some article of clothing or thing I can’t possibly live without for the survival of sanity and my eternal happiness. They are like new spring leaves!
spring sprouts in new leaves
boughs sport jackets of light green ~
chartreuse convention
A new arrival from a New England country store pictured a garden of stately purple iris that immediately grabbed my hand and took me on a ride back into my grandmother’s iris garden with delicate, yet eloquent, perfume wafting from silky petaled garden royalty.
Each page was an adventurous journey through my childhood reminiscing about miracle wrinkle erasing creams, magic bunion healers and kitchen gadgets long declared useless by technology. But, one page made me stop, drop and drool - perfumes. No nascent scents but old friends looking at me from glossy pages bringing to mind the women who gave my life definition – the Royal Secret of my grandmother; Bellodgia and Gardenia of my favorite aunts; Tigress of my tigress mother and Blue Grass, a Kentucky meadow perfume of my teens.
These remarkable women straddled fleeing decades, crushing depressions, cataclysmic world wars often suffering the unthinkable loss of infants, children, husbands, siblings and miscarriages. Yet, through their signature scents, they taught me about thanksgiving in tragedy, faith in grieving and the irrepressible iron will to live in the fragrance of grace.
harlequin bouquets
fragrance of flower’s essence ~
sunlight washed gardens
4-21-21
Contest: Moments of Reflections
Sponsor: Malabika Ray Choudhury
The tiny pix-faerie downed all of the poisoned apple and orange juice, under a wood.
She drank the tainted broth, secretly, rapidly, and totally quickly, so keen.
Knowing it had to be devoured by a Pix-faerie willing to sacrifice herself for the greater good.
She took one loving look around at her sleeping comrades, then got so totally sickly, turned green.
The Pix-Fae- King had sent this little test, to discover which pix-faerie was the most selfless, and would
Drink the poisoned broth, to save the rest of the Pix-faerie clan, so he acted quickly, and came clean,
And married the selfless Pix- faerie, who was amazed to be alive, even more so to be queen!
Cathartic
The pernicious nature of you psyche,
a keen weapon, you so often used on me
How will I ever get past all that I feel ?
How to make my heart into cold, gray steel ?
Loving you offered not – but a dead, end road.
Loving you has become a heartbreaking, heavy load.
No adventures to take - a journey out of one’s self,
travelling into the heart and soul of another’s Elf,
self – this you have made so clear and I always knew,
yet I fell so hard, I fell so longingly, in love with you.
You took my spirit, my breath away !
I did, willingly, walk upon danger’s highway,
now, nothing more then a forgotten byway
am I, a flake, floating in space - I do believe,
behind, you now and forever leave
me in this bleak and cathartic state,
leaving me to accept my fate.
B. J. “A” 2
Janurary 18th 2009
I had an idea to write a poem
But I never got around
To putting pen to paper
To give the poem its ground
Told of my hidden feelings
And where it is they start
Spoke of dreams and visions
As I opened up my heart
I took hold of the moment
Expanded it with time
Let the deepest feelings that I have
Escape my inner mind
I had verses on the stars
Stanzas of the moon
All it was that I'd thought of
Spoken out in the truth
It had the beauty of serenity
The joy of peace to be its guide
Spoke of love shared by all of us
Giving new meaning to life
It took all of life's heartaches
And turned the hurt around
The only problem with all this is
I failed to write it down
The sparkling dawn lighted up my heart’s horizon,
spread the sunburst colors of yearning
on the fervent garden blooming with my love,
swathing the facsimile of your florid face.
The patina of rose flushed your cheeks,
glittering with the grandeur of charismatic petals.
Rhapsody wind blew in the meadow of my heart,
as you became mine, I floated in the air of euphoria.
In the valley of my mind contoured by desire,
I carved the channel of longing to reach you.
The fervid cloud of craving melted in a torrent,
made my limitless love a cascading river I swam.
Flowing with the current of your charming allure,
my emotions soared high to your moonlit sky,
where my love weaved the enticing lattice of stars,
draping my heart with enchanting tinsels I preserved.
Your alluring footprints I traced,
whenever I felt void and alone in the dark wasteland,
you raised for me the scarlet sun of hope,
my love shined like golden cloud in gorgeous dawn sky.
When my garden was drenched by the eventide hue,
I saw your beauty blossom in my alluring arms.
The sapphire patina of the unfurling iris buds
glistened in your eyes with the lilting luster of love.
A tiny drop of joyful tear in the corner of your eye
gleamed like the luring pearl of shimmering dew,
reflected the radiant flicker of yearning of my heart,
the view took me to the edge of the stalled time.
In midsummer mystique night I took you
through the moondust mist to the dulcet sea shore.
Tuning my pulsating heart with sapphire rhythm of waves,
I placed on your arms a bouquet and me.
With the melody of the whistling flute of zephyr,
and the mesmeric music of the rolling waves,
I composed the lyric of my love resonating for you
with my yearning that imaged my dreams in your eyes.
In my journey across the undulating terrain of life,
through the blizzard in the winter of despair,
and along the valley of flowers in the spring of delight,
by my side I find you, my wife, the precious gift of God.
______________
March 7, 2023
Contest : For You, Love
Sponsored by : Regina Mcntosh