Long Utilised Poems
Long Utilised Poems. Below are the most popular long Utilised by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Utilised poems by poem length and keyword.
I have a story to tell One that doesn't end well So I advise you to take a break For this will cause your heart to ache
A fourteen year old boy Used as a decoy To manipulate and destroy A message sent to employ A hatred to kill joy
He was a child A boy who always smiled With a spirit so wild They defined As something to scrutinise Something to demonise Something to criminalise Which ultimately led to his demise
They spread lies So they could despise Without having to apologise So they could victimise The woman to vocalise Her hatred she utilised The power of her eyes And fake cries So they would empathise And not recognise Her plan to intensify Their superiority To keep the minority Without democracy So forever in history We would be seen As an inferiority
Now this is the part What breaks my heart And is forever scarred By their lack of heart
The peaceful night Interrupted by their plight To start a fight Between black and white
Emmett Till was kidnapped He tried to fight back Took from his family home He must've felt so alone He was dragged and beaten His fate already written They took out their weapons Their weapons had spoken And sent that poor angel baby to heaven And if that wasn't enough They decided to have more fun Because they didn't see him as human So with a large metal fan They began To tie it around his neck Without regret But let's not forget The used barbed wire instead Left in the river His killers Whisper They called him a
They created a scamdemic
what a filthy nasty lie
Then they lined 'em up to get the jab
or else you're gonna die
Side affects are bodily
but there is another scam
Shortages of dunny paper
create a traffic jam
One would have thought that food
would be the major focus
But no the human race
has lost all form of locus
So me I'm running where
the vegetation's lush
Not so hard to find some green
when I'm caught short in the bush
But where the growth of trees and plants
are often rather sparse
Hard to find material
on which to wipe my ass
I stand in awe whilst I do watch
the rush for toilet paper
Don't they realise it's all part of a
dirty criminal caper
There are places I have utilised
to aid my body function
No doubt I would have spread some seed
I do it without unction
Garden shrubs on city streets
provide a hiding spot
Luckily I've not been caught
they'd think it;s ME!!!! who's lost the plot
Sometimes I've utilised a culvert
number one or two
You've gotta take whatever's
when you're busting for a poo
And when there's need to clean one's self
whilst running in the scrub
Smooth stones or straight sticks I've often used
why don't you join the club
Footnote: A stern warning from an old bushie
who has spent years around a camp fire with a billy of tea
NEVER STIR YOUR TEA WITH A STRAIGHT STICK1111
Me moving too fast in senile decay
Death rings bell alarming continuous
dancing and prancing simultaneous
at the exit gate of my life, I must say.
My journey of life has now come to an end
Enjoyed life and completed duties
Life offered enough opportunities:
Some are utilised, more unattended.
Life seemed real when I felt in every step
but now visualising dance of death,
ready to breathe any time my last breath
Little scared, how death will come,in which shape ?
So far the challenges of life to meet
What is awaiting crossing entrance gate
of death for human as ultimate fate.
Only scary feeling, how death will greet.
Death is dancing in full rhythm threatening
as the dance of violent black widow
whirling furious eyes crawling fast or slow.
My favourite precious life lost its meaning.
On boundary of Life I am to wait.
dark silhouette had shadowed my journey
tumbling, slipping, falling : Path seems thorny.
Watching dance of death approaching my fate.
As I recollect deeply on my mind
On how I would describe it
Pain of losing my father comes into my mind
He did not get a chance of saying goodbye
Although deep down I knew
That look into his eyes that told me a story
A story that I battling to come to terms with
Years dried up my tears
I have not yet started
Laughter that comes and goes
Smoothies my heart from time to time
A purpose that must be utilised
Amazement on my lips
Focus takes over
Who am I
A daughter of an intelligent man
As I go through the memories
On how I would endure this pain
Motivation comes into my mind
His legacy has to be continued
As his eyes told a story
His name must be uphold
A promise has to be fulfilled
Most would be aware of many a herbal tea
Now select: lemon grass, liquorice, dandelion or nettle, peppermint and jasmine
Perhaps there exists one that does not evoke familiarity
Chose some seeds, a trailing legume, when matured
provides the soil with a welcome nitrogenous fix
For diversity of colour, height or width
many other seeds are added to the mix
Now this leguminous unfamiliar plant , common name, butterfly pea
exudes several properties when it is fully grown
Flowers for a herbal tea, when dried, utilised as a food dye
the whole plant edible, the uses for many years in Asia have been known
Revered in India, regarded as a sacred plant, ward off negativity
add resilience, wisdom and divine feminine power
Much more than just a legume
feeling blessed to be cultivating this beautiful creeping flower
Add to fascination, these flowers behave like litmus paper
when petals are soaked, pure water becomes an alkaline colour blue
Add some lemon juice
and the blue will change to an acidic reddish hue
Once again must continue to write about this flower
with colour, such a brilliant blue, a bit similar to the chia
And such distinctive SHAPE !!! gives rise, may make a woman smile
to its botanical name: CLITORIA ternatea
Poker Sketch “The Brotherhood of Eternal Love”
What did we contemplate;
while at the fire-front, sooted:
Hot faced, In three D:
In those long minutes, of pleasant ;
extended hours of misguided endless,
diluted from an unseen “two named” hourglass !
Dripping; its sandy content.
It the darkness ; crept, It
sat behind our thin shoulders:
And hair strewn thinnish necks:
Levi collared rough stitched !
Thread bare to time. What ? did we consider ;
Pushing that heavy poker;
cold brassed, not utilised ever by Leonardo !
Sketching dreams, in the long cold ashes;
While Peters, "Supernatural"
soothed our innocently: dirty minds and egos.
It had no identity name ! Just night;
It may have been Winter outside
as coals spit, and sparks spat,
bare wrists sting ! But ; you continue the ash sketch.
What did we concoct ?
Wild ! in that balmy warmth
picking apart bristles: Stretching upward,
Glancing a fleeting glimpse,
at the tick tocked face, with muted bell,
its loose hands skipped,
falling quickly too six.
It didn't matter;
Warming the poker, Maybe !
To brand, the early hours,
making all of those hours ours,
proven marks; proof,
vainly legal, safe from
inquisitors, and hungry dogs.
What did we digest ?
Through these nights of -
“The Brotherhood of Eternal Love"
until ; that creeping dawn,
broke the Witches spell while along we rode
In those ashes of dreams forbidden
and coldly stagnant: Our days closed.
SENSE OF DECORATION
flattering in detail
defined
with such
dreamy effects
common
&undulating
in shape
so carefully
constructed
beyond foliage
a fingerlike canopy
shaped
whilst striving
for the
simplified
swirling &uncovered
in enamel segments
an
outline
utilised
by the enclosed
synergy
sought
& juxtaposed
stark
angular
a spiralling manifesto
deployed
with gentle folds
shaped
to
bestow a
fundamental
observation
winding its way
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived