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HAIKU ON LOVE # 1
You leave me after we make love
Moonbeam falls
A poet shares my sorrow
HAIKU ON LOVE # 2
She coils him
Desolate
Autumn waits
HAIKU ON LOVE # 3
A love bruise
Wicked parrot
Season of rain
HAIKU ON LOVE# 4
His words were diamonds
Wizard of love phrases
He stole my garments
HAIKU ON LOVE # 5
She offered her warm breasts
To her lover in winter night
Icy wind roared
HAIKU ON LOVE # 6
Two leaves are tangled
The tree meditates
He does not know our raptures
HAIKU ON LOVE # 7
Words are lost
Glances weak
Glaciered infinity
HAIKU ON LOVE # 8
My neighbour’s wife
Pulls me
To a sobbing counter
HAIKU ON LOVE # 9
Sighs heavy, hidden moon
Moans, pleasures of the night
Cruel kisses bleed
HAIKU ON LOVE # 10
She fell on my chest
Stunned
By the dart of love
HAIKU ON LOVE # 11
Hold on some more and hold on
Until the fire is put out
And he would close his eyes
HAIKU ON LOVE # 12
I would wager
He would leave soon
With a trail of cinnabar
HAIKU ON LOVE # 13
He was a noodle
As her eyes were nearly shut
And bottom of the sea sloshed
HAIKU ON LOVE # 14
I had to hold her like a python
Brute yes I am, I couldn’t lose time
To be ambivalent
HAIKU ON LOVE # 15
His tired legs staggered
He fell again on her bosom
God is so ungracious
HAIKU ON LOVE # 16
Incredible cavern
Big black cat walks on curling passages
In search of snail trail
HAIKU ON LOVE # 17
Last night’s sleep
Washed out
My lover’s petting
HAIKU ON LOVE # 18
My husband’s ancient kiss
Fades away
Like charming baubles
HAIKU ON LOVE # 19
A young man hid behind his shadow
At the edge of the river
My bath aroma seeped through his skull
HAIKU ON LOVE # 20
My wife was parabolic
She could not make love
Before her voyage to comet
HAIKU ON LOVE # 21
I can go down her slit
If the river gets more time
To watch my owl
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My Desire
“1I will confess and praise You [O God] with my whole heart; before the gods will I sing praises to You. 2I will worship toward Your holy temple and praise Your name for Your loving-kindness and for Your truth and faithfulness; for You have exalted above all else Your name and Your word and You have magnified Your word above all Your name!” Psa 138:1-2 AMP
My Desire is to reveal God’s love and power
And to exalt His word and name;
To bring glory to our risen Savior
Not to be in any hall of fame.
I desire to protect my Lord’s reputation,
And make known to all His lavish love;
To praise His name above all names,
And delight in His peace and joy from above.
My Desire is to uplift my Savior,
Who died so humble and obedient,
So He may save this one lost world,
So ungracious and willfully defiant.
May those who receive an abundance of grace
And heaven's gift of righteousness,
Reign in life through their Savior
And demonstrate His loving kindness.
My Desire is to reveal God’s promises
To those who feel weak,
That they might be strengthened,
Because His word they now seek.
May my readers find their Savior
And experience His mighty power;
May they reach out for His mercy
When the roaring lion attempts to devour.
My Desire is that we are all thankful
For the Father and the Son.
Thankful that both would deem us worthy
To sacrifice so much that our redemption be won.
Thankful for the Holy Spirit
And the numerous gifts of heaven;
Thankful for God’s tender mercies
And His abundant love so graciously given.
Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
They are the most
Smoothly ungracious
Thief of time
Those gray walls
That steal the
Only thing that
I have left
How long to go
To hold on the longing
And how many times
Can the song bird
In my chest
Forget to sing
And still be there
To see again the
Yellow of dawn
Brown uniforms, and blue shirts
Blue suits, and brown days
The thinnest slice
Of fate separates
Us from you
God I hope
I come back soon
To the land of life
Before the color runs
From my veins
Into the dust of the
Exercise yard
Green dresses and blue skies
Blue moods and green fields
You all wait for me
Like an itch
Lying face down
In a pool of memories
Trying not to drown
Heartaches were full
When my pockets were empty
Everyone was talking at me
And I was trying not to listen
All the while spending
Easy money trying to be
What I was not
Hell, I only wanted
To be just like you
And now those grays walls
Are my now secret friend
And your unknowing bitter enemy
Your pockets are empty
And my belly is full
With all that
It cost you to steal from me
The heartaches that chase
Us all from under
Those gray skies
Lives on and waits
There in those
Same streets for you
Look closely for it
It lives close to the ground
Underneath your quiet mind
Is a sound that echoes in
Your footsteps
Is how I talk to you
When you are there
And I am here
But you can’t step over it
No more than
I can step over these walls
Your time waits
Somewhere for you
I've felt raindrops upon my face;
seen them dance in a breeze embrace.
and a rainbow coaxed across the sky
by rain-soaked clouds hurrying by.
I've watched wind skip across a lake,
last of day's sunset in its wake.
watched dawn's deep amber light
become blue skies, erasing night.
I've heard the robin's throaty voice,
the mocking bird, each song a choice.
Listened to coyote's mournful song,
a hoot owl signaling day is gone.
watched night arrive in evening dress,
and dusk greet dawn in day's success.
I've watched nature in days gone past
and thought those days would always last.
We were ungracious as we built
disrupting forests, vales, and hills.
We stepped on nature's budding leaves;
then wondered why there weren't more trees.
We scorned thr songbirds' pleading call
and filled the sky with an unknown pall.
We dumped our trash into the sea,
tossed plastic bottles relentlessly
claimed nature's wonder as our due,
but she has taught us a thing or two!
We now know it's an exchange
the heavens earlier arranged.
If we want trees, flowers, and lakes,
we must do everything it takes
to keep our planet, once pristine,
alive and healthy, fresh and green.
So we can hear the robin's song,
as others join in sing-along.
And we can watch a raindrop show,
while clouds roll back for a rainbow.
3/10/15
Shut up, and grow up if you're a racist
I'll kick you with my Aasics
Then leave you inside the matrix
Because I'm so tired of seeing it on a daily basis
Especially after what happened to so many innocent natives
That were just trying to live and be creative
In a place that was more than spacious
Far too many were ungracious
Because they only cared about being famous
Within this vast space
The Earth spins at such a fast pace
But have faith
Even if you always wind up in last place
Being able to adapt makes
Better paths to take, or so the facts state
Even though some just care about their cash safe
And staying half baked
That's great
Because it makes them look even more like fat snakes
Like so many others from past dates
As the rest moving across the grass race
Over and beyond every one of the brass gates
Because of Columbus
I look at most of these holidays with reluctance
Since he murdered hundreds of thousands without justice
I will never celebrate the actions of someone cold blooded
He can eat a bullet from this musket
Before I make him really kick the bucket
I'd throw him from the top of the highest summit
And laugh while he was beginning to plummet
It's the end of an era
My sweat drips onto the floor while music of melancholic melodies spread throughout my room
My eyes don't see beauty anymore
I've succumbed to the numbness of my hideous reflection
An unpleasant taste left in my soul ,
no longer shall I be privileged to the sweet nourishment of bread nor wine
A burden held upon me to ring the bells of the cathedral of Notre-Dame
I will forever run
This sickly world that I've grown fond of ; the high hopes of it's entertainment has given me ,
I will never be as beautiful and I've made my peace
I've made my peace with myself , I've compromised with myself
My ungrateful desire to not be alive , my "ungrateful" desire to have never existed on this earth , in this world
My ungracious habit of saying thanks to this world that has so much to offer and so many stories to tell
As my body grows ill and fragile , as my soul cracks like porcelain ;
I will wish to have never been insecure with myself and I regret the time that I
stopped loving the only one true person who I should've loved the most :
myself
The person I've never come to love and yet the person who I've spent with for my whole entire existence
How do you explain
Personal pain
And all that it entails
It makes you feel miserable
And drives you off the rails
All your days seem dreary
And for you, the sun doesn't shine
Your mind and bones are weary
Both of them are in decline.
Your voice begins to waver,
Your taste is going fast
Things you used to savour
Have become a thing of the past
You do not feel like talking
As you don't want to show
Visitors are not welcome
And you can't wait for them to go
If I keep my mouth shut
And keep a false smile on my face.
Will they understand
Or think I have no grace,
I do not want to be ungracious
Or be unkind in any way
I feel like being on my own
I do not want to play
Silly games full of idle chatter
I am too tired to debate,
On essential things that matter,
I do not want the pain I feel
To affect others that's unfair,
I can manage on my own
When I am out of the glare
In this troubled world today
People are suffering in silence
It should not be this way
If they speak out, they realise
There is a price to pay.
If your ego is capacious
Or your appetite voracious
For a plucky, pertinacious
Confidence in cherished creeds,
Then your genius, though sagacious,
Conjures arguments audacious
Never seeing they’re fallacious:
Truth be told, you’re in the weeds.
Your disease: a contumacious
Predilection for tenacious
Relics of the late Cretaceous
Buried deep within your soul.
Now the clash of clues vexatious
Shows your self-made strait hellacious;
Still your will proves efficacious
To maintain your status quo.
In the face of facts veracious
When your mood is disputatious
You remain unfazed, pugnacious,
With your slowly dying breed.
Your rebuttals wax loquacious
To escape the perspicacious
But they seem a mite mendacious
To the few who pay them heed.
Though my grousing is ungracious
And my rhyming ostentatious
I won’t stoop to be salacious
For the horror’s grim and cold:
While your heart still soars flirtatious,
Charmed by pterosaurs predacious,
Laxness leaves your brain crustaceous,
Drying, hardening in its mold.
TOXIC LOVE
Your venom spreads, contagious,
Words spoken, wild and outrageous,
Attitude ungracious and relentless,
The Dark side of your resilience
Sobriety,
an outsider’s plea,
Unseen in your bustling society,
I stand guard, my presence discreet,
Curious when your darkness will leave.
I tread the path of rollercoaster emotions.
A love potion in silent devotion,
Sacrificing all, heedless of the fall,
Chasing a fleeting notion’s call.
I forgive your disrespect,
Dismiss the hurt from your neglect,
Yet your rejection of me,
Lingers, suspect, like a shadow’s plea.
Your "Baby Mamma Drama,"
a symphony of strife,
Notes of toxicity, discordant life,
Emotional wombs echo trauma’s plea,
Where periods pause, and commas set us free.
Let me be your intoxication,
Love—the soul’s sweet motivation,
Darkness drips from your poisoned lips,
Etching heartbreak and love drops that drip.
I tell myself I won’t miss you
Yet deep within, I know I will