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MY HEARTACHE WENT WITH YOU
The short sweet moment I had with you a week before
you passed, brought me contentment for it made me feel
our hearts touched and we finally connected and bound.
We were alone in your room when I said “I am here” and
I caressed you, running my hand through your hair, touching
your face, your shoulders, your arms and held your hand.
Our hands locked for a while and when I was leaving,
I told you “I love you” and you looked at me and said
“I love you too” and my heart was filled with ease.
You and I knew, you treated me differently and you
never told me why that I gave up asking and let go.
Although I never gave up showing my love for you.
I visited you three more times before you passed and
each time, I never had a chance to be alone with you.
My last moment with you was with all my siblings.
Surrounded by all my siblings, I was standing by your bed,
touched and looked at you and said, “I love you” and you
just looked at me and kept looking without saying anything.
My heart ached for you said “I love you too” to my siblings
and I did not understand why you could not say that to me
in front of them, clearly treating me differently than them.
The pang, the pain pierced my heart and I walked away.
Two days later, you were gone and I could not shed a tear.
My heart ached more for I wanted to cry and I could not.
As a loving daughter, I worked on your memorial service
for I could not let the hurt, ache, pain prevent me from
making sure everything was according to your wishes.
Six days before memorial service, in our siblings’ meeting,
one of my sisters told me that you did not give me anything
for I could afford what I want and I could be on my own.
I was the last person to see and be with you in the chapel.
I touched your face, your hand and took off my mask, kissed
my hand and put it on your mouth and said “I love you”.
I put my mask back on, touched your hand and said “goodbye”.
I never shed a tear, I looked at you one last time and although
I would never understand you; I left my heartache with you.
5/8/21 All Yours (May 9) Poetry
Brian Strand
4/23/21 Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry
Constance La France
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His hand reached out to mine, open,
Holding it, I smiled, our eyes danced with understanding,
Form and blush outlined his expectations,
But I could see that there may be fear inside.
Mary restated their predicament,
That the child was born out with the marriage bond,
And that people were swaying to the opposite side,
And course dialogue, laughter and spitting were norm.
So I asked the two for their thoughts and predictions,
About the child, if he perhaps could be like, special?
And they specified that he would cure, heal and exorcise,
And also promised that they’d talk to him about the poor.
Could this baby be the messiah?
I pondered and hoped in their certainty;
Was this the predicted son of god?
He would be free from aggressive victimisation,
If we could just name him as god's son.
So I suggested to his parents,
That if the wise men came with a quest,
To accept the name Jesus Christ,
And certify the census, no less.
Freedom for some is in lying,
When there’s no possible alternatives,
But I believe Joseph never lied,
In the population census of Bethlehem,
That just so happened to pass by.
The child would have been suppressed by all,
Assumed to be dirty and unclean,
Not for chat or dialogue,
And certainly not for work in a trade of his call,
Or for work in any trade for that matter.
Nothing would ever have been done,
The poor would never have been healed,
Or not so quickly for sure in history;
The government would not have been rifled,
And Christ would not have come.
Treating the poor for health problems,
Would have come through government legislation,
A long time after Christ,
In an austere, aloof manner.
People to people relationships,
Would not have been respected,
If care had been awarded top-down,
By bureaucrats and officials:
As supervisors of the protected.
Society at that time was narrow minded,
Stuck in traditional religion;
There were outcasts, sinners, infectious people,
And assumptions were remedial and red:
There were no special people,
No exceptions to the rule,
Only one place for the messiah confided.
One baby matters to me,
A life should be saved at any cost and risk,
Because the abilities you show when young,
Shouldn’t be muffled or labeled regressive,
But nurtured in acceptance and love.
The only thing she ever wanted to was to be the thing he needs,
To heal him when he bleeds,
To dig out all his weeds.
But the truth is he's remorseless and is full of rage and greed,
And though he sees her beg and plead,
She's just a book he'll never read.
He sees it as a game and it's the kind he loves to play,
Hope on the string he yangs away,
He's there with no promise to stay.
And even though he says he doesn't care, he's in his room,
Content to wallow in his doom,
High off the scent of her perfume.
She knows his kiss is venomous, but she's caught in his web of doubt.
She knows that he's the devil, but they're dancing nose to snout.
And hopefully she'll find out pretty soon, what he's about,
'Cause if she wants to survive his bite, she'll suck the poison out.
But she tries to love the one who tears down bridges and builds walls,
Ignoring all her cries and calls,
Treating girls like paper dolls.
Yet he chooses to deceive her with his silver forked tongue,
A piper with the songs he's sung,
Twisting her 'til she's come unstrung.
And god and everyone else knows he just wants someone to follow,
Feeds her booze for her to swallow,
Now from the inside out, she's hollow.
And as her vision starts to blur, she's dizzy and unwell,
With no known cure to break his spell,
She's burning in the pits of Hell.
She knows his kiss is venomous, but she's caught in his web of doubt.
She knows that he's the devil, but they're dancing nose to snout.
And hopefully she'll find out pretty soon, what he's about,
'Cause if she wants to survive his bite, she'll suck the poison out.
She may not be a hero or an angel, but she's brave,
'Cause he's the one she wants to save,
And he's the one she'll always crave.
But no one really knows him, he's a master of disguise,
All the words he spews are lies,
Will she ever realize?
When she learns to look beyond his mask her soul my die,
Because all she does is try,
While he leaves her high and dry.
If he pokes and prods her heart, and if his demons domineer it,
She'll scream loud enough to hear it,
No, He'll never break her spirit.
She knows his kiss is venomous, but she's caught in his web of doubt.
She knows that he's the devil, but they're dancing nose to snout.
And hopefully she'll find out pretty soon, what he's about,
'Cause if she wants to survive his bite, she'll suck the poison out.
When I go home damn
Its really quiet
Never thought I'd find this amount of white noise
In the pitch black face silence
As I flip scenarios of something like self inflicted violence
making, my room, look....just a lil more stylish
I'll douse the walls with my wrist's imitation of your red fingernail polish
Seems like
The riot in my mind may have leaked out
Some sound and the floorboards of this house still creek but a paddle im
without
Drowning
In my surroundings
Thought my flow would let me float on but ya boy ain't so buoyant tho
Fall in to the blue sky's reflection as I plummet into my foe
I'm a machine, can't have water get too close
Not afraid of water, because I can't swim
Scared of depth and darkness, and oceans will force me to give in
I don't wanna share my lungs
Lemme breathe for me
Please
Fraid uh water because I've coasted the trans-parent sea
It's weird when you can say "my parents see right through me"
Custody war
But I lost every battle
Reached for anything
All I got was a broken handle on everything
Vices
Sex life flowing down south with her g string and sex appeal
I need to
but cannot feel
As I challenge my demons to a battle
Im kind of like the scent leading the pack to the cattle
Never really see me coming
But I'll lead you to something that'll have ya bowels runnin
Digestive tract star
Ingest every bar
And when you're done im the ****
Even if you ain't really like it
I mean if you want,
Glance at my ego leave a scar
Or get impressed call me a star
My stride the only thing between me and going far
Serpentine with your actions but I call you baby
Cold-Blooded
Now I see why you stay so shady
because to me it seems like you've got nothing but an innocent rattle
Blinded, because I let my lap become your saddle
Your reflection yelling at me im surprised you couldn't tell
Treating me like I was the first Angel sent to hell
If Jesus was a lamb I can be your scapegoat at the very least
Sacrilegious sacrifices, looked past the fact I'm actually a feral beast
Shook, like a Harlem shake rattlesnake attention deficit rook
Playin the say it wit ya chess game and I wrote all the books
King disguised as a pawn
I'll put myself on
Competition going down
South
Hit that nae napalm expellin from my mouth
My fire...
Effortlessly now as we battle the darkest battle with those known as the greatest powers
The race is not won by the stronger or swifter, have you ever heard of the one who is called The Deliverer
God has handed the poor man a plot out of poverty, And He has heard the cry of the widow
And the young girl who cries out for vengeance, an Angel tells her, it is the Lord who fights your enemies
So before you come to This place swollen with pride and drunken on your plans for my future misery
Disguised is a blue ninja inside these pictured and captured memories
Defiantly freed for a lifetime and completely treating this as a matter of discretion
Undeserving of nothing, worthy friends are not really what I call my friends at all its unlikely
Because their boast of loyalty is like false fronts and I come up behind them and say why even comment
For it is your words that betray you and despite the lip service that you give me when you preach to me forgiveness
It is not my way to condemn you as judges do when they sentence you for the rest of your lifetime in hell
No I’m like come to a conclusion do away with your false views of me
Land on this solid ground step away from that place all they’ll do is sacrifice you to save themselves
A wrath has descended like storms of destruction the forces are darker than lights when they blackout
The forest is creeping with every creature that is pulled into a place of safety and hiding
Broken arrowheads poisoned with venom are crying out all I need now is a target
Sonic boom sound breaker is broken and long forgotten frozen and composed in music that throws it
Children here the voice of reason, Men are full of deceit and crafty because they are from the devil
Teachers please come and listen for you will teach well after you hear the voice of the Master
Beware! Take heed do not be greedy for a mans life is not consisted of material possessions
By your patience possess your souls, It is expedient that I leave you and go to be with the Father
Because then I will send you the Spirit of comfort and he will bring all these things into remembrance
Lo I am with you all the way to the ends of the earth, and be watchful because no one knows the hour
Not me nor the Angels in Heaven, that time is only known by the Father
And when I say Watch, WATCH! Because I come as a thief in the night!
Moments to Reflect
Voyage
Dream voyagers seek reality with close eyes living within a big lie. Realist sees reality with their eyes open but their minds are closed life to them life is to be sold and not told. Traveling in this kind of world; it is hard for them to find that precious pearl, and it is not hidden, it is in plain sight if your heart is right.
Those who are in Christ know where to go find that precious Pearl that can bring true reality within their world, free to live and to have life without any sins. This is how their journey begins; walking in faith and living life right with no fear of the night. Treating others as they want to be treated, love is given without ending; as it is written. Keeping the Comments day and night eyes open to the reality of the Living Word that has been spoken. Placing the Christ first they know where their journey will end; everlasting life their voyage begins.
Those who dream and try to live a lie and those who called themselves realist will travel to and from getting nowhere fast; their voyage will never be done. For what they seek only comes from the One who sets high above upon His golden throne waiting on His children to come home. Everlasting life will be given and treasures that are never ending and this reality is just the beginning voyage to paradise you will be spending; this is what all should be seeking.
What waiting, no one can truly conceive; the wonderful Gift that you will receive if you chose only to believe. Faith is all need so get down on your knees and ask for forgiveness and let Jesus drive while you ride.
There is only going to be one last journey all will take, a trip to paradise or to that fiery lake. The voyage that is called life is going to end, where are you going to spend what coming to all in the end? Dream voyagers seek reality with close eyes living within a big lie. Realist sees reality with their eyes open but their minds are closed and those that are in Christ know that the real voyage begins when you get down on your knees and ask Jesus to come in. When time comes to an end, dreams are for sleeper and having faith in Jesus will make you a keeper and true life begin and will never end. Up or down where are you bound?
Form:
May 6 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Esther 5-7
Key Verse – Esther 5:2 And it was so, when the king saw Esther the queen standing in the court, that she obtained favour in his sight: and the king held out to Esther the golden sceptre that was in his hand. So Esther drew near, and touched the top of the sceptre.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY FAVOUR GRANTER
Lord God, You are my favour Granter,
touching me with Your goodness
Thank You for responding to my call’s earnestness…
Please answer me of my petition’s request by Your faithfulness
May I then find approval in Your sight’s graciousness.
Lord God, You are my favour Granter,
taking me to Your joy’s victory
Thank You for refraining me from carnal pleasure’s flurry…
Please let me advance upward toward Your holy territory
May I then refuse worldly invitations that lead to my misery.
Lord God, You are my favour Granter,
teaching me to avail of Your blessing
Thank You for welcoming me for ministerial pressing…
Please help me obey Your commandments, divinely rising
May I then lay my life to Your altar for Your daily nursing.
Lord God, You are my favour Granter,
training me in Your service of honour and dignity
Thank You for upholding me to stand upon Your truth’s certainty…
Please cause me to delight in Your perfect will’s sovereignty
May I then wear Your apparel of functional spirituality.
Lord God, You are my favour Granter,
testing me against failure and frustration
Thank You for strengthening me midst hardship and persecution…
Please cover me with Your comfort to withstand attacking desperation
May I then prevail by Your guarding compassion.
Lord God, You are my favour Granter,
treating me to Your banquet’s contentment
Thank You for enabling me to fulfill my stewardship by Your empowerment…
Please keep me abounding in my good works’ commitment
May I then abide in Your security’s settlement.
Lord God, You are my favour Granter,
tending me by Your determined assurance
Thank You for inviting me to labour with Your partnership’s endurance…
Please instruct me, correcting my arrogance as well as ignorance
May I then learn from Your Word along Your precepts’ eternal insurance.
May 6, 2023
There has been news about piracy in the high seas...
And here is news about a nefarious activity you don't see...
People go missing in action off the waters of Philippines...
And then the cat and mouse game of high stakes begins...
While some families agonise over their missing loved ones....
Going by the news, the border security patrol force was duly informed...
But this I wonder, looks like the sovereign security patrols fail once again...
With a dusk to dawn curfew in force, was there a lapse in security yet again...
Was it a case of lax security or was it a case of one attempt too many...
Border Patrol boasted it has thwarted double digits of attempts that were so many...
Is this latest affront to sovereign securty a reminder we cannot escape kidnap attempts...
When we have for our neighbours bandits who sees us not as human beings...
Catch some Malaysians, then began a hide and seek game in the jungles of Philippines..
Next is a couple of months of various seek n find missions involving the governments....
And negotiations in earnest then begins , builds up to a critical delicate point ...
For money in a few tens of millions, freedom and lives can be traded to a point...
Should negotiations fell through or deadlines are missed, death to the victims ...
Often it's slow death by beheading under the guise of fanatical religious belief...
Hoping for religious sympathies to condone a blatant cruel act against humanity..
When in essence it was all a well disguised despicable act of kidnapping...
Treating fellow humans as human cattle to be traded and prices haggled...
While playing God and pretending to be God's warriors when talks are bungled...
Claiming every unfortunate victim's life in the name of the Islam religion...
Thinking in their warped religious fervour they are on the pathway up to Heavens...
These terrorists, they can be no other, terrorise the international community...
With such blatant organised crimes of inhumanity with such impunity...
Maybe vigilante squads in the Philippines is the final solution....
Thousands of drug peddlars and merchants are dead by executions...
Looks like therein lies a possible solution, storm the dense jungles...
Cash rewards for vigilante squads killing terrorists in the jungles....?
You got it in your head it’s okay to make up excuses
you’re only letting me down proving yourself to be useless
continuously lie until your lie is accepted
left feeling uncomfortable when your lie is rejected
every year on my birthday you do exactly the same
building up to it coming but on the day it’ll change
a last second situation will arise just the same
and you won’t be coming because you’re busy again
when really you’re selfish and fear honesty
making out that you’re helpless always lying to me
so I don’t invite you that way you cannot drop out
still you say you are coming and there isn’t a doubt
but then on the day the unseen comes about
expect me to waste time hearing lies out your mouth
even though I ain’t asked you and never I cared
you start telling me lies I thought I would be spared
it bothers I’m nonchalant to the story you’ve shared
like you need me believe you the reasons why you won’t be there
so you follow me around and keep repeating the lie
as I say I don’t care before saying goodbye
so you can get on with what you need to tonight
but you reappear many times through the night
when you’re supposed to be busy you appear in my sight
so you’re here to tell me why you cannot be here
and as it’s my birthday I’ve no desire to hear
but you’re annoyed at the effort that this lie is creating
I don’t seem to accept it as I say you are faking
insanity is when you expect a different result
but you carry on lying each time’s an insult
I’m in a club at this point you appear at the door
demand I come outside to hear you lying once more
but I don’t come quickly it’s my birthday I’m sure
when I go outside you’re angry at me to the core
because I took too long and it’s me you’re here for
I’m wasting your time as you say the same as before
all of your focus is on me believing your lie
until it’s achieved you can’t go home satisfied
and get stoned out your face the true reason that you lie
annoyed that I don’t believe you and that I never asked why
think you’re my best mate and can do what you like
making it clear you’re only selfish inside
treating me worthless as you repeatedly lie
but you weren’t invited and have harassed me all night
you only think about you I want you out of my life
A man like you considered I a myth...
They just do not exist in nature.
There must along side something odd herewith.
Dark and poignant. I meet you, stranger.
You read, you write, you're just great with people,
You are decent, honest and content.
While you are caressing my bare nipple
You like my jokes, laugh and pay the rent.
You are genuine, creative, daring,
You try new things out and you like kids.
I met you weeks ago and now I'm scared
How in the world would I get a grip
On all these feelings, such strong affection?
You have simply set the bar too high...
But you gave me purpose and direction.
I grew a tumor, thank God, benign.
You play guitar and you compose music.
Yet you are successful in a biz
Of suits, agreements, you like my pubic
Hair. You can pleasure me, you're a whiz!
You're into arts and theater, ballet.
Balzac and Rodin - those you admire.
You are set to win while I fell astray.
You will sing and sculpt when you retire.
You are tender, fit, cute and you do sports.
How do these get along together?
You are attentive, kind, you rule in court,
Want to dress me in suit of leather.
You sing, you're politically correct,
Feelings take in consideration.
Oh how losing you one cannot regret?
You brought me hope and liberation.
Oh yes and you negotiate too well.
This art you've mastered long ago.
You are insightful, you are bright, you're swell!
You are simple and you drink Bordeaux.
You prefer treating women like a queen.
That still exists? I thought it doesn't.
You feel real deep but you are made of steel.
I slumped in love all of a sudden.
I surely saw a lot of men before...
I played with them, I tried to tame one
With no success, was left completely sore,
Longed to dissipate. My song was sung.
I closed my eyes, ran from all this hassle.
Negotiating with scum. Little use.
Was occupied with survival, wrestle.
It's when I met you I was set loose.
None of the men I have ever been with
Could touch the bar set by my dad.
Among the boyfriend myriad you're fifth
You topped my dearest dad. I'm glad.
My heart is rocking. Can't believe it! Wow!
Your daughters have a hard time choosing...
I have to learn again to live the now.
They? They'd better get used to losing...