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The most awaited result got publicized, but
Internet hadn't landed the soil of my country.
Televisions were tabled in few pocketed places,
Still they worked, minute and achromatic.
With huge audience circling, signal was word alien,
Viewers would holler in unison, "It's raining!"
I now understand the fluctuation of signal,
We'd leave the jammed hall. No rain outside!
Correspondences saw only lethargic typewriters,
That sounded a poll pecking of a woodpecker.
A single wireless station would be queued
With people waiting for, "Pom, pom, Tango, Charlie."
Communication gravely sought its transmission,
Three-band radio justified on its little way,
Only richer lots bought and owned pompously
And my country had a single frequency squeezed.
The announcement was radioed in a succinct brief-
"The result of 1997 ICSE examination is out."
Nothing more or less, of the India-based examination,
I jumped on my toes only to later feel crushed.
My kiths were dejected with my abortive result,
An unofficial hearsay, they caught hold onto
Their dejection pierced my heart, agonizingly.
I'd to visit my alma mater, result matted least.
A two-day-long journey, not by a luxurious car
But on the hood of a truck on a bumpy roads,
Only the Indian highway would ease the journey
Like relieving the physical pangs of exhaustion.
The mental turmoil intensified as I neared
My school where the sheets would be displayed,
The wall would announce to a hundred lot of us,
The failure provoked sleepless nights and journeys.
My heart thudded as I entered the school premise,
Lips dried, even a pool of water wouldn't wet them.
Shivering, perplexity and numbness, crippled me,
I just wanted me alone to declare the performance.
I walked up the staircase with thundering emotion,
The entrance seemed gloomily unwelcoming,
Saw I a crowd of my mates craning and giraffing,
On the either sides of the entrance, sheets full.
No greetings, no handshaking, I just shied away,
Waited for the crowd to go thinly populated.
Just in one particular column to refer, wanted I,
PCA or PCNA - biggest summary of a year's toiling.
My comrades filed out slowly, forward I lunged,
Searching my name, throbbing took its tempo.
Spotted the name, from the wall, PCA grinned,
Pass Certificate Awarded, I became triumphant!
©?Khachab Dorji
Family Ties
Brothers should I leave you
And travel life for years without you
And should I never return to our home
Remember it was I who journeyed alone
And should the time in passing
Bring me memories of regret
Should the entire world forget?
To search for you when you are missing
And so ask yourselves why
Why should my brother be leaving?
And why for so long has he wandered solitary
Never returning
Brothers on some momentary day spent wishing
Without recognition
By my side you where resting
And did not speak my name
And in all the land and cities seen
None of your faces have been
While our blood and our brotherhood meandered through foreign streets
Less than a thought away
And should I never greet you again
Before this departure had made its pact
Would you stand by my door?
Lest you be turned away
The cold trap of our families living
And the continuous undiscovered lie
It was
That kept my feet from turning
For so long and farewell you have lost me
And for more than years have you waited
This silent reminder beckoned to me
To remind me of you
“ It was in April of 91 that I first returned, after traveling and working abroad. My
knock on our old blue front door was not greeted with smiles, but with vexed and
unwelcoming eyes. On my back a rucksack, on my feet old worn boots. This was the last time
I saw our Father and these were his only words.”
“You can’t stay here.” He even repeated it to make sure I had heard.
“You can’t stay here.”
“ I did not know it then, as I know now; of the filth he has fated and intended to my
life. Yet ever his fear of discovery built his lies for me. My last words to him were
these……..
“Do you see these boots?” I asked, “they are more than five years old and the most
comfortable boots I have ever worn. That’s a pretty good life for a pair of boots don’t
you think?”
And with those boots and my rucksack on my back I walked away. Not for a moment did he ask
me to stay or offer a moments ease, a cup of tea, or inquire as to where I was heading.
There was no farewell as up the road and into a different life I went walking.
Brothers should I leave you
And travel life for years without you
And should I never return to our home
Remember it was I who journeyed alone
a tsunami catapulted cruising skiff
skyward landing with quiet thud
across undulating infinite granular waves
formerly solid state rocks and minerals
optimism vibrant upon initial unforeseen
crash asper for test dummies
foundered as undertow fostered diminishing hope
initial faith for survival quickly ebbed
nsync with retreating tidal wave
pessimism dreamt fantastical holograms
farther from beached berth
immediately transformed into quicksand,
while off in the distance
a glimmering chimera
(the first of many) appeared
amidst the desert sands one mirage
after another falsely broken promise
buoyed drained salvation
quick decision decreed each man for himself
thus disseminating banded bruited "brothers"
condemnation, damnation, excoriation, fulmination
hurled at cosmic creator thwarting intercession
dehydration, exhaustion, ingratiation, jubilation
foretold merciless portentous demise
witheringly desiccating lovely bones of mine
no doubt raw elements of nature wrought
fate worse than death sans, cabin "mates"
lost among expanse of whittled quartz
across chronometer measuring millions of years
now subjecting one measly mortal i.e. me
to cruel unforgiving, unrelenting,
unwelcoming petty coated junction
blistering hot wind obliterated
fellow travelers convoy deeply
within diabolical dunes
eternally erased doom
awaited for 21st century explorers
to discover scattered wreckage
both beast of burden, outrigged contrivance
and starry trekkers, who vanished without a trace
a handful of scrappy rapscallion existences
blotted (like ink, oil, or other liquid sponged),
where subsequent seasons
of wicked bewitched slow torture
akin to being raked over hot coals
exception made for this interminable sufferer
at the whim of sadistic
persona non grata evil spirit
n'er obliterating diehard survivor instinct
a foreigner to yours truly
but atavistic primitive fight or flight
witnessed relieved whence absently blinking
this life married to indiscriminate
clamped, harried, styled devilishness
evaporated in thin air
upon tentatively opening myopic brown eyes
horror, twas boot a dream.
LOVE FOR GREAT OR SMALL
Many eons ago, in minds far superior to ours
from a past Man never knew the earth became habitable
before the savage became Homo-sapiens
visitors had come from unknown worlds scouting earth for expansion
They carefully laid seeds of their DNA and planted green vegetation
returning several millennia later to sow their crops
the early laborers expressed love in the way they planted their crops
upon returning they saw earth had flourished
Mourn if you must for our present predicament
cry what we have become but our origins were borne out of Love
leave no unsavory emotion untouched all emotions have been earned
we must savor each emotion before we settle in our graves
"Stay brave," the space farmer said with affectation,
“Don’t become mindless dead meat enjoy the life you've been given
it'll be the only one you'll get, when you find a mate
love like you never loved before enough to last a millennia
and don't forget kindness, give your fellow humans much kindness"
Pundits and wise men have said it since Man could talk
there are no tomorrows in death
they also said death is temporary, souls are eternal
and experience of having lived before is not knowable
But care enough for someone at least once
and discover why love is so revered in the Universe
if you do not, you have lived a lonely, wasted life
and misused your life’s purpose and God's great gift of life to you
Nothing feels better to a person’s skin in winter
when the icy winds blow and snow scurries from nook to cranny
than body heat from both bodies cuddled, naked under warm blankets
it may bring forth ideas to commit to Love forever
Love is in abundance. just look around
yet Love is desperately needed but know there is someone for everyone
Love comes from the inner depths of one's heart
just don’t be so picky, experienced love has no equal
Love for all creatures, great and small, is desperately needed everywhere
nay demanded by the vast expanse
of this dark, cold and unwelcoming Universe
the place we call home.
4/24/24
I've played plenty
On my conscious life weighed heavy
I have to stay ready
Then aim steady
Obstacles I will face many
Can't give ground or let them take any
These snakes pesky
Often they petty
Life can get way deadly
One big crazy medley
That sometimes became sketchy
After turning strange and messy
When it all begun
At first it seemed fun
But now I constantly need one
Its like a giant re run
As if it all means none
I just want the deed done
Too much green buds
Turning to weak lungs
Coursing through my veins is beast blood
Surging like an extreme flood
Causing me to eat bugs
Then overdose on these drugs
Because I just need love
I don't care what she does
Still secrets swept under antique rugs
Continual self centered greed
Across the seven seas
It never seems
I have more than I could ever need
I just cant let it be
Even for better means
Militia troops
Involved with religious groups
That have ties to wicked roots
Still tricking youths
How can I believe we all pay the cost for a man picking fruit
Hard to say if they're giving the truth
When there's no living proof
Just some mark or trinket found by a shipping route
It was settling
But people couldn't stop meddling
Now too late for regretting things
The same can be said for back peddling
It's continued developing
I do not look forward to the hell it brings
The ground trembling
Buildings leveling
The noise is deafening
It's as they've described a reckoning
Might as well be my death sentencing
This is menacing
All this wrestling
With what I continue questioning
Life doesn't get easier, I forgot mentioning
Sick of the concept of time, quit threatening
Like my life is on a clock, it's unwelcoming
Why do lives get regarded as second string
Y'all should be ashamed for tarring and feathering
Still you give yourself too much crediting
Quit all your beckoning
You're really just heckling
Slowly disassembling
Yet still a nestling
Playing on uneven ground, hardly ever leveling
Eventually will or won't make sense of things
A Democracy forged in the fire of human discontent
and molded into an enduring symbol of freedom.
A Republic founded on the highest of human ideals
to aggressively defend against tyranny and oppression
that may come from within our borders and far beyond.
A country of immigrants from every corner of the world
who always held true to the promise for others that came.
A land of hope cradled between two shinning seas
where anything no matter how improvable was possible,
where dreams that seemed impossible could be realized.
A nation full of people who are stronger and better
only when they elect to embrace their great diversity,
and not only celebrate their differences, but relish in them.
The home of a grand lady with a torch standing in a busy harbor,
a bold monument to the virtues and principles of freedom itself,
a profound testament to what our great country proudly stands for,
a welcoming sight for those desperately seeking a flicker of hope,
for those yearning to be free from persecution and oppression,
for those seeking a new beginning in a more accepting place.
Please! Please! tell me where did our beloved America go?
How did we go from tearing down walls in other nations
to erecting these unwelcoming monuments in our own backyard?
How did we go from being the leader of the free world
to putting people from neighboring countries in metal cages?
How did we go from being the world’s defender of democracy
to separating small children from their families at our borders?
How did we lose our civility and our national sense of purpose
to become repugnant provocateurs of ignorance and intolerance?
Today one small child cries for their mother on our border.
Tomorrow we mourn in silence for a great nation,
that once was the focal point of democracy in the world,
that once set the example for other nations to follow,
that once stood as the standard-bearer for freedom everywhere.
Please! Please! tell me will our beloved America ever return?
A future world rule by Trillionaires and Billionaires
Each country with segments of puppet regime governments,
With exceptions of course,
The drug lords the cartel those with the power
And the glory to hold what they consider theirs,
They will be the enemy, and will be a constant
Thorn in the side of the establishment.
A world where every citizen registered
At birth and death, as always, the way,
Now a blink in the cell of a hand device,
Where to veer off, constitutes a written warning
Threatening one’s employment a system
Of points and reviews. Twenty years of age,
One is introduced to a multitude of choice,
Law enforcement, United Nations, battle hard platoon,
Ablutions cleaners, Spies and Reapers, alas,
Those over educated with self-righteousness
Seen as a threat, with re-education, to aid
Choose the right path. The system will know
And will have its way, even woke, on a long chain
Will have its day, when only one-sided opinions
Are set in law, therefore, easy to dictate the terms
Of one’s life. Yet if to conform, there will be no
Slippery slopes, humans, like colonies of ants, their purpose
Granted from the throne of insatiable grandeur,
Childhood once a foundation, where one found happiness,
Education now the way to the day of recognition.
If by chance, to live with one’s flexible opinions,
Those that somehow bypass, the system, will become
The hunted until ridiculed, outlawed, then to wither
As autumn leaves, windblown proud foliage will decay,
When minds forced to cast out truthful innuendoes,
Those, embedded in hearts and minds of fallible man, his ideal’s
Firmly fixed, of earthly struggles. Once weaken,
A blend within the unwelcoming stigma of standard deviation,
Those making policy from man’s inconsequential plight,
To decompose, the humus of society to clutter the gutter,
Until the arrival of the Street Cleaners!
© Harry J Horsman 2023
Honoring Master Poe, Darkened Verses That Saddest Of Truths Reveals
The infinite black, oozing forth relentlessly unholy and unmerciful dread
with infinite sad cries from those once innocent and now long since dead
Only evil, and its many platoons of shadowy, and most ravenous beasts
can forage about for far more victims on which to torment and then feast
As this world, in its accursed and wicked wars can so many millions destroy
by nefarious means, even using greatest beauty- as it did with Helen of Troy!
From within deep bowels of earth up rise murderous legions of savage doom
man striving for eternity, but always meets evil and an unwelcoming tomb
Yet within Spring's Hope, man's sweetest of dreams, promising much more
always thought, Time for pleasures, treasures and gold, that one final score
Yet folly reigns, therein lies thunderous and those all powerful hands of Fate
where heard are sounds of Fated dread, words- "too late, just too damn late"!
The infinite black, cruising the land- to destroy and to be bloody well fed
with infinite resources, and victories from battles gushing bloody reds
With wailing cries from those seeking promise of Love and much longer Life
comes deepest of sorrows born from war- pillaging and world gifted strife
For within each breast lies a hiding beast, always ready to maim and kill
with Lusts to Feast upon those innocent victims, for its wickedly sated thrills!
Robert J. Lindley, 3-05-2020
Rhyme, ( On Reality, Dark Truth And Humanity's Endless Lusts And Greed )
Note:
Celebrating being exactly 66 years young today, I decided to honor
my favorite of all great poets, Edgar Allan Poe. Thus a very dark
poem was called for and one that speaks of modern times and reality
of this truly dark and evil world that we ALL must journey through
on the way to our predestined and most unfortunate, untimely end...
SMILING FOR SMART
Arrogance of your silence, stinking attitude
Rotten breath from your mouth, saliva with virus
Beauty painted in ugliness of your expression
Your niceness is enveloped by naughtiness
If you could only smile your inner beauty will shine out
Unwelcoming gesture, mask of unfriendliness
Madness of unsmiling attitude hider all goodness
Kindness killed by unkindness of lack of positiveness
Love covered in lust, expressing bad and longing for laughter
Smiling uncovers your smartness in the presence of foolishness
Rejection of friends, family and fame due to fakeness
Smelling like a dog, biting the finger that feeds you
All you will ever need is in you and people but your attitude
Cacophony of bitterness clouds the benefits of smiles
Smiling is for smart, smiling is strength, smiling is sweet for your soul
Divided within, longing for the touch of comfort
Lost touch with inner happiness, horrific to smile
Blaming everybody for everything going wrong in him
Blaming everyone for everything going ugly in her life
Shake yourself; smile even when you are smelling inside, just smile
Even when you are frustration, forsaken, forbidden, smile
Even when you are in pain, pressure, persecution, smile anyway
Even when you don’t like them, or don’t laugh with them, just smile
Even if your lips have sores and it hurts to smile, yes-just smile
Even if you are in sorrow just smile, smiling is sweet for the soul
Smile speaks all languages and covers all fears and hurts, so smile
Not enough
or
to many drinks
and
to many cigarettes
For so many demons to exorcise
With only 1 set of lungs
And only 1 liver
To leech the poison
from my past
Until i ever so succinctly countless times recite
this prayer of which i dream
Before my eye's close and will is broken
and i eventually pass out
If i die before i wake
I wish the lord my soul to take
But why again would he ?
If he has forsaken such in this life so far ?
Only to awake to dawn approaching
Freshly drenched with rain falling from
a cold and grey unwelcoming sky
Towing today's nightmare right behind it
express delivery
For i to think when the clouds and
mist lift and clarity fleeting returns for
a matter of seconds
I did this to me no 1 else but on which
myself to place blame
This is 1 of life's travestys not a shame
Surely there is a family or some poor
soul out there far more deserving or
would put to use the internal organs
i am killing slowly to hide my pain
But hey that's life i suppose ?
We only value it when it's confirmed our
time itself is running out
Then i suppose we all inauspiciously
start to care and profess we will miss everything
So i suppose at the end of the day regarding said death
the only question left worthy of asking is this ?
Where i go to when i did do they have or must
i bring my own Booze & Cigarettes ????