Long Understood Poems
Long Understood Poems. Below are the most popular long Understood by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Understood poems by poem length and keyword.
My dad lay in bed, ready to go to sleep.
I asked him "Dad, do you remember me?"
" I was your daughter. Your only child.
Just take your time Dad, think for a
while."
" Look at these pictures of you and me,
do they spark your memory?"
" These pictures that you see, is a
birthday party you threw for me."
She held him close in disbelief and asked
over again. "Do you remember
me?"
" She said look closely, do you recall?"
A puzzled look on Dad's face, said it all.
He responded. " I'm, sorry honey, I wish I
could. His sad response she understood.
His memories just disappeared. Leaving
her with heartfelt tears.
Alzheimer's disease has found it's way.
Much to a loving daughter's, great dismay.
Her Dad doesn't know her anymore. Now
she carries special memories of him and
her.
Alzheimer's Association is
a wonderful Charity to make
a donations to. Home office:
225 North Michigan Ave FL.17,
Chicago Illinois 60601
May God bless those who
contribute to this great cause,
to find a cure. You never know
if it may affect someone in
your family or friends. Please
share your own personal stories
in the comments, if you have
any. Thank you...
I slipped on a teardrop and landed deep inside a pond,
After which I understood where all those teardrops do abscond;
The pond was huge and salty with tears of all kinds,
Some of little babies and some of lonely minds;
Some were of silly people crying in front of TV sets,
While there were other tears of loss and true regret;
I swam and swam around till I was drenched in all those tears,
It was then I saw those pearl drops of value very dear;
A lady's tears flowing freely for that lost son and his ways,
Another man's crystal cries, seeking for his friend, God's grace;
Teardrops are a part of life and sometimes deemed necessary,
But in that pond, the best, I'm sure, are those tears intercessory;
I slipped on a teardrop and landed deep inside a pond,
And believe it or not, there I learnt they have a life beyond.
{Psalm 56:8 - Thou(God) tellest my wanderings: put Thou my tears into Thy bottle: are they not in Thy book?}
To grow up and accept I’m not a kid anymore
To learn and unlearn for me to become more
while still trying to hold on to the pieces of who I was before
To wanting to make everyone proud
while ignoring the voices in my head that get loud
To knowing they’re waiting for me to decide on what I’m doing in my life
To not knowing what direction I’m taking
whether it’s wrong or right
To get lectured and then feel pressured
To hear them say,
“Hey, you’re getting older, that means they know better, right?”
That means they’ve calculated it—it’s a method to their madness
To know that whatever happens, happens
To find out no matter what my outcome is, I will be elevated
To be understood rather than underestimated
Iran,
your glory
is now known
by the world.
You stood
against two
nuclear powers,
United States
and Israel.
For years,
America bullied you.
But in silence,
you prepared yourself
for danger.
And when
the war came,
you fought back
like a tiger.
What your enemies
never understood
was this—
The spirit
of the Persian people
was forged
through thousands
of years
of history.
Empires came.
Empires fell.
But Persia
endured.
Today, Iran,
many see you
as a hero.
You showed
the weak nations
that determination
can challenge
great power.
You possessed
terrible power
beneath the ground,
yet wisdom
stopped your hand.
They called you
a terrorist state.
But history
will remember
who brought war
to your door first.
And now
the world watches
as history changes.
For Iran
stood alone
against powerful nations
and forced
the world
to think again
about power,
resistance,
and destiny.
For every empire
that worships power
eventually learns
that pride alone
cannot protect
the soul
of a nation.
As age blemishes your youthful skin,
wrinkles appear, much to your chagrin.
And your fragile ego fuels fears,
lamenting the ravages of the years.
While chasing dreams of yesterday's youth,
you despise today's mirror of truth.
And tears trickle down your cheeks in drips,
tasting bitter on your aging lips.
Addicted to flattery's sweet sway,
you use makeup to brush time away.
And thrive under that coating of lies:
contorting the truth, until it dies.
Mascara completes the fantasy
of that flawless complexion you see.
And believing everything looks good,
you sculpt the face you once understood.
Stepping into the light from the dark,
you pay time's toll: for years left their mark.
And though you cover up how you feel,
life's mirror reflects what is real.
When my joy was a tad to joyful
To your liking and your taste
I remembered to stop smiling
And I did so too with haste
I would not show my elation
Nothing was to my delight
I would speak not of contentment
And for you that was just right
For I dare not spoil your moments
Since you could not stand my bliss
In your presence I’d be careful
Or something would go amiss
Fond were you of my dejection
That alone would do you good
That is when you would be happy
And this fact I understood
For my joy was a disturbance
Yes, you made it a big deal
So, I chose to hide my gladness
To make your happiness seem real.
Wendy Nipas
The sky is blue, so please do not lie.
If it is not, then we shall all die
Like Sampaguita when it is burned:
Its white petal is life; ash is death.
Stay thin, O cloud above the Earth,
So seeing the color is not hard.
Being low is not humility
When other lower eyes cannot see
The real colors of the ones that fly.
It is a wall of divisiveness.
Stay thin, O cloud below the sky,
So that the Earth can see real blueness.
But you are made of the way you are.
You could not hear the voice from afar.
The science of skepticism
Runs through your veins like the human blood,
Develops objectivism
Of how sky's hue may be understood.
As knowledge thickens, so does your doubt.
You hide the blue sky at day, O cloud.
You pretend to be stronger than wind.
But you fall down in the form of rain.
Many lower eyes you made blind
Now see that the sky is blue again.
Republican Discourse
Decent jobs allowed to go leaving us bereft
With Walmart or McDonald labor only left.
Livelihoods now in doubt
As the middle class hollows out.
Bridges and roads allowed to fall apart;
Public schools attacked, even head start.
Anything involving the public good
Is not to be funded, that is understood.
Republicans allow taxes to be unchecked
And severely cut to protect
Corporations and the one percent
Who cannot even spare this Nation one cent.
What do Republicans say
As they allow our Nation fall to decay?
This country will only be strong
If laws say which restroom we belong.
I need some help, I'm requesting,
That I understood, I believe
I was in this hitch of unworthiness
Because life had thrown me a switch.
The dope was nasty and pitiless
Trying to escape this world of hostility.
After what had happened that day
My most sinful fear was yet to come by play.
I wasn't being supportive when,
I thought I was living in hell
I ask our God for some direction
Because of the brick I had thrown away.
Please show me the lesson, my Lord,
That I am supposed to learn
If he hadn't answered when He did.
I should have burned.
Though I felt a hand on me,
I knew my goal was to be intense
It was all about to be rhapsodized
With this, he was of nobility.
By hook and crook
I passed two days of lockdown.
On 3rd day i made up my mind
Not to take task at home in hand.
I left kitchen and home on her behalf.
But 12 hours of day
I couldn't spend without work.
So i decided to play an adventure game
My soulmate was competent in the game.
First of all i made a cloth ball with my hands
We shall try to catch it on both end.
She and i entered into the hall
To play game with hands made ball.
The rules of game were decided first
Hold catch 2 points and dropped catch 3 points
We started it only for fun
But regret, we forgot it very soon.
I threw the ball
She caught and scored two points .
She tried to dodge me
But i caught and started with same points.
The game was going on
Throw and catch
Catch and throw the ball.
Clapped at every point
We were the players
We were the spectators
Enjoying game at both ends.
But my fate never liked my happiness
I was just behind her on points table
It my turn to throw the ball
I held it as rugby player hold ball.
Threw it hard towards her
Unfortunately she missed the ball
It made her face an extra ball.
The game was finished without declaration
No one defeated, no one was win.
One side the flooded Ganges
Other hand the hungry lioness
Childhood song i understood this day.
Hurt lady at home
Corona warrior was on road
To catch culprit of lockdown
Difficult to select
Either stayed in or out in lockdown.
I stood unmoved till conscious back
Hurriedly i took towel to use as mask
Opened the doors and ran out.
'Stay in', ordered a cop to me
But who had time to listen it.
A ball from my doors targeted me
But this time luck saved me.
Married man knew married man very well
So he helped me to save from hell.
He said me politely,
'stand under margosa tree in isolation '
I followed his instructions with deep breath
But it was damn evening
When honest man asked me,
'Choose home or quarantine of 14 days'
There was no option
So defeated soldier turned back to home.
She was sitting in sofa as queen
Watched as tigress looked lamb in grass green.
She turned on the TV at high volume
Highlights of WWE was going on tv screen
Punches after punches listened neighbours
With wrecked smile on lips
They asked me next day
' who won the match yesterday?