Long Wound Poems
Long Wound Poems. Below are the most popular long Wound by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Wound poems by poem length and keyword.
The deliberate hurt is
a wound never healing,
forgiveness may be granted
to that soul expiring;
and as the trembling lips
close, serenity descends.
To have loved such a person
would have been wrong, not smart;
nothing honorable and pleasant
came out of that foul mouth.
Some realize the demonic force
that was behind it to cause animosity
towards the kindest of hearts;
then is anger the curse of the unforgiven,
not to fully and sincerely apologize?
It's wiser to bear offense than to offend,
so that the guilt is not concealed inside,
but open to unfair criticism
rather than visual humanism;
and would one cope with implausibility?
Along our path, we may see roses...
smell their aroma and cherish their loveliness,
but beneath them there are many thorns
ready to poke those who rush judgment;
and they will bleed for not having been cautious,
or at least avoided the useless torment!
I have bled in my utter blindness,
putting everything at risk, sparing no mercy
for a quest to uphold my integrity
by being too complacent, and not showing kindness.
And ignoring that anger is the curse of the unforgiven,
I beat hard on my chest to feel the acute pain...
remembering the hostile voice putting me down;
embarrassing me of such a vulgar mannerism,
making me despise and hate any exhibited egotism!
The longest time has passed to shorten the brevity of compassion,
to make me aware that to have none is a denial of self!
Weep and mourn for shutting all doors on fairness, cruel soul;
sleep not, for remorse is a plague inflicted upon the unmerciful
who see themselves less useful than those discerning death!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
He had a dream
Actually, it was a passion
The dream took him away
To the seas, the sands, the ventures
Beyond this land, onto foreign soil
He had a dream
It was more than a mere illusion
The dream breathed hope and faith
It colored his thoughts in prayers
Wrote poetry through his caress
He had a dream
To reach beyond the walls
Of a land filled with soldiers
To a land that needed his boldness
A land that would be freed from wars
He had a dream
Captivating even his mornings
With thoughts of fulfilling his destiny
Blessing others with his abilities
His skills with weapons and artilleries
He had a dream
Focusing on winning sweet peace
On foreign soil, where he would go
To give hope to the inhabitants
Of a time in need of armaments
He had a dream
His heart was filled with belief
In this calling to the frontlines
Where he could fulfill his fantasies
His hope of bringing accord to strange lands
He had a dream
And I don’t think he imagined the ending
When shells would wound and hearts would mourn
As he felt the fall cut through his heart’s hope
When his dream, his ambition, went up in smoke!
This or That, Vol 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen is UP IN SMOKE
January 7, 2022
—A Song for Women Everywhere—
Verse I
I walked where the dark earth breathes after rain,
Where roots write stories under the ground;
The wind moved softly through leaf and grain
Like an ancient remembering sound.
There in that quiet my spirit learned
How the patient powers of life are earned.
Verse II
For Nature works without trumpet or throne—
She gathers the light, she shelters the seed;
Through storm and winter she stands alone,
Still giving the world the breath it needs.
The river may wound her banks with its flow,
Yet forests rise where her deep roots grow.
Pre-Chorus
And slowly the living truth appeared—
The same bright fire in women burns here.
Chorus
O daughters of courage, daughters of flame,
Steady as oceans and bright as the skies—
The world may falter, the world may change,
But hope is the light in your living eyes.
So here I stand, in honour and truth:
The Earth is stronger wherever you move.
Verse III
For woman carries that quiet might—
Not thunder alone, but the strength to renew;
She gathers the broken pieces of night
And shapes them gently into the new.
Where bitterness hardens the hearts of men,
She plants tomorrow again and again.
Verse IV
Once in an orchard the twilight broke—
Light stepped living from bark and air;
A silent brightness the branches spoke,
And every stone seemed awake and aware.
I asked no reason for what I had seen—
Some truths are larger than thought has been.
Repeat Chorus
Bridge
Yet still there burns in the depths of all
A star no measure of mind can claim;
For mystery answers no proud call—
And wonder itself protects that flame.
Final Chorus
O daughters of courage, daughters of flame,
Rising like dawn where the long nights cease—
Through patience, mercy, and quiet strength
You bend the hard arc of the world toward peace.
And from the deepest place in my soul
I bow to the women who make us whole.
Outro
For wherever a woman stands in grace,
the future quietly takes its place.
Unscathed
I didn’t know
I was coming apart at the seams
Until i came undone
I didn't know my arms were mangled
Until they fell off
I didn't know I was fragile
Until I heard my heart break
I didn't know i wanted to cry
Until tears came flooding
I didn't know was going too fast
Until I crashed
I didn’t know my world is shattering
Until it came clashing down
I didn’t know i was falling into pieces
Until I i steppd on my broken parts
I didn’t feel a snag
Until I got completed entangled
Filament by filament
By the threads of my unkowing
I didn’t see my vision was obscured
Until it was completely distorted
I didn’t know I was lost
Until I was found
Sobering thoughts
Unprecedented moments
I didn’t know I had a gaping wound
Until I bled out
I didn’t know someone loved me
Until I lost him.
That summer night we raised our tent
beneath the moonlit, star-filled sky.
A day of hiking we had spent
along Australian trails nearby.
All settled in, did not take long-
exhausted from the rugged hike,
to fall asleep with nature's song
of creature sounds soft and ghost-like.
Before too long- asleep I sensed
my love's strong arm, reach over me.
I cuddled closer, leaned against-
but soon was pressured horribly.
Around my neck it strangled tight
I could not make a single sound;
such inner fear and total fright
when 'round my torso it then wound.
My arms were trapped, what can I do?
How is this happening and why?
I can't believe my life is through
beneath this moonlit, star-filled sky.
At once I felt strong hands tug hard
but could not free the tightened grip.
My life was ebbing, full breaths barred,
and into death, I'd surely slip.
My husband screamed, "I've got my knife,"
as tighter curled its hold on me.
"Oh, God, please save my darling wife-
from this huge monster, set her free!"
The python snake much tighter grasped-
above, a knife all set to fall!
At once I sat right up and gasped!
"Thank God! A nightmare! That was all!"
September 14, 2016
Premier Contest: The Snake Charmer
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
I felt ashamed when I realized that, in fact,
Life is a masquerade party, where I stood without a mask,
I wandered with my uncovered face beneath the chandeliers,
Among specters and shadows hiding their secrets under false veneers.
In a vast hall, where echoes were hushed,
I, with my raw sincerity, like a secretive flush,
Watched them waltz, twirling in a tune’s embrace,
Their masks softly glinting under the lights and disgrace.
Alive, beneath their mask, was an unwritten story,
Hidden deep, like a treacherous wound, in all its fiery glory,
I looked, feeling the shame grow climatically within,
When I understood that unmasking was my only sin.
Looking at my empty palms, the missing rings,
Fear embraced me as if I were weaving illusions, not real things,
In this gathering, where no one is what they seem,
I now fear that without a mask, I'm a rare being on this dream’s seam.
It’s strange on this stage to be the only authentic actor,
Not wearing the same charm as the elastic imposters,
They play scripts they have no intention to write,
While I bleed dreams on the planks, in an act of bravery, without hypocrisy, stark and bright.
It’s hard to understand that, indeed, people adore the ball,
They dance a fake tango, a feigned happiness they install,
But I am bare, transparent, unmade-up, and warm,
I’ve revealed my heart in rhythms of undiluted sincerity’s form.
And the shame I feel blooms in my chest like a wound,
Seeing how everyone wears makeup and they seem to me so misaligned,
I now long to wear a mask too, though I’d be just a feather,
Flying through the vast halls, where facades dance together, all tethered.
I leave the party, thoughtful and with a leaden silence,
I retreat behind the curtains of night, to watch the stars, the moon's dalliance,
And yet, in my discreet darkness, I hope to find her,
Who, maybe, also hides behind a mask, waiting to lay it aside, to be surer.
Should I return, don a mask, or remain with an open face?
Should I play a role or always be raw and unchased?
I watch as the dawn unfolds and The Question within me remains unresolved,
While the rising sun illuminates an actor with body and soul unaltered.
Tired of explaining (a twist from ND. poem)
Ignoring the presence of my stillness==
As you walk with bitterness==
Your radiance is no longer true==
A melody with seduction over due==
The song so bad wiped out by you==
Rotating my abdomen==
From the soul==
The worms inside==
They all die==
Under your control==
Separating the way==
Is as if though==
All the beauty in the world==
Up and lived==
You are more than I need==
Drowning in my own abyss==
Judging you one==
Right after the other==
A hellish so profound==
Revelations passed so suddenly==
Expression of limbo, I replay==
The revenge==
The revoke==
Suffer catting my oxygen==
They illness==
Then lifeless==
They identify==
Then disgust==
Never play the sensitive==
Feel my needs==
Like the wound full of abscess==
A sore to never go away==
Yes like the illness==
Then lifeless==
Dropped addict==
These shivers down my spine==
Identify, escape, abuse of certain==
Announcing it even more==
Proof that I am found==
Out of love==
The mind finally receives==
Revolution with open eyes==
The heart is trapped to proceed==
Cleverer than the open skies==
Old sweat glands in my hand==
Retiring the mind==
The best of my heart has no stand==
Died from your retrieving cries==
Advancing to my knowledge==
The darkness that you lend==
DISCLOSURE==
to==
In the depth of your eyes ==
I run before you hypnotize==
Oblivious to the Valley of your wits==
Refusing to relive the song==
Feeling that are gone==
Never will it feel right==
I still feel the rotation==
Exhale went out your soul==
Exiting far from sight==
Revoke an end to your light==
A kiss of death to your good night==
A kiss of death to your good night==
(To: Nathan Dilts my way of explaining love over due)
Love me tender love me sweet
Here I come to sweep you off of your feet
When we greet and our eyes meet
My heart swells, and I hear wedding bells
Now that we both have grown
We see what our lives were like alone
you smell so good
I watched you grow up in the neighborhood
I should have approached you then
But our lives were just starting to begin
I remember when you were my first valentine
How I thought you were all mine
We shared our first kiss on a dare
When we were still square
Now that I'm here I have no fear
Back then my life was so wound tight
Chasing girls thinking I had found
What makes my life go around
.
That never worked out quite right
Seemed like I was in a fight every Friday night
Now that my life has come full circle
I see I was wasting my time
Because if I would of open my eyes
I would have been so surprised
In what we always had in each other
Now I can see what kind of mother you will be
I have always fantasized about
What kind lover I would see
Your so beautiful now all I want to do is hover
And find a way to get you under the covers
So we can discover what we are like as lovers
Your not shy and you never ask why
Come think of it I've never seen you cry
I don't want it to all pass us by
That is why I must try
Because baby you are the apple of my eye
I know that I used to be sly
But I have changed my ways
Rearranged what's important to me
Just like when we were young and free
I want you to be my forever Valentine
Because you were always mine
Baby, you are so fine
Won't you marry me so we can define
How we want to walk this line
As we realign our direction making sure
That we both see a love connection
How divine baby this is our time
Now that we see the future
Oh, baby, this was always the way
It was supposed to be
You right beside of me
Like a fine wine all by design
My forever Valentine
—The Hymn of Women—
O Lord Son of God, you really are standing there after you have defeated the corrupted world with your tender flesh
O my Lord true Son of Man, you really are standing there after subdued by the wicked minds
O my Lord great soul, you who did not break the poor women’s
vulnerable heart, really are standing there with a compassionate
gesture after you have crossed over the abyss of death, the river
that the dark prince reigns
O Jesus the most precious name, when your flesh that is torn
and wounded turns into a glowing candle to shine the darkness
from the cross high above the prince of darkness kneels before you,
the flame of life in us burns forever as a candle light that never wanes or dies.
For you sinless blood cleanses us and your open wound eases our pain,
O my Lord; the horrifying shout on the cross now echoes in our heart
with the echo of great passion, the desperate cry that once pierced us quickly
now embraces our soul with the hug of great fervency
For the Lord of resurrection is standing there in the early morning soft sunlight,
for the king of glory the true life is standing before our very own eyes with open arms, our sorrow turns to joy, we celebrate
For your victory over death, the Lord, we praise your name ‘Christ Jesus’
we worship you the Lord of resurrection
You are the ones who gave me life, Mom, Dad
You are the ones who held my very first steps
You are the ones who lifted me each time I fell
You were my entire world
One word changed everything
A stranger's claim became the truth there
No one listened to my silence
No one saw my tears
I never ran away, not once
I never bowed my head to shame
I never pleaded to tell my truth
I simply let time be the answer
Even today, your place remains unchanged
My respect for you has never lessened
Yet the trust that was broken
Still lives inside my heart as a wound
May truth reach home one day
May the shadow of falsehood step aside
May I become your son once more
May love never lose — not ever