Long Writing Poems
Long Writing Poems. Below are the most popular long Writing by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Writing poems by poem length and keyword.
She’s known as the Queen of Poop poems, funny and bold
And reading her humorous poems never ever gets old
Her poems brighten my days and make me laugh out loud
With her writing skills and comedic talent, she should feel proud
I hope she continues to write these wonderful gems
Her Poop poems are upbeat and fun for all PS friends
Jan writes funny limericks and bawdy poems too
If someone doesn’t like them, they haven’t a clue
A talented poet who places high in contest challenges
Her witty talent does give her some contest advantages
Trolls, sharks and fakes please pack up and move along
There must be other places to play your negative songs
3/24/19
When writing poetry
I break the rules
It's not that I can't find them
For I'm no fool
Sometimes the problem
Is what works doesn't fit
Sometimes it just doesn't make any sense
Words are available on the internet
Going through the lists I can get really upset
When posting a poem on poetry soup
Sometimes it blows my mind
For I will have it perfect with many rhymes
But then it disappears into a computer
Grave yard, somewhere out in cyber space
Floating, floating trying to fine My Space
When going to LuLu Poetry.com
The lines can't be to long
Can't have those wrap arounds
Because they mess up their form
Then when you get to end
If its over 24 lines long
It will tell you not accepted
Remove some of those words
It is more than you expected
I'm going to be the teacher,
and put myself to the test,
To all who knows me well....I'm not
better than all the rest.
Not the
smartest..or the coolest....the
person with self-hate Even after 25
years of life...can't even get
into....the social gate.
I have self esteem issues that can't
go away,
Meeting the coolest people in the
world, but they can't seem to stay.
I always rise to the top....to find my
place in the world, with each step
that I climb...my pain starts to curl.
I do make big mistakes that I try to
fix in my life, Every-time I think i get
it...I kill it with a rusty knife. So far, I
hurt the ones who i love most of all,
they can't seem to trust me..and
that's the writing on the wall.
My feeling are so dear to me, I don't
know what to think. Sitting alone
with no support......mind and heart
can't sync. So I ask this question
....To those who live, Is it so hard for
those to Forgive?
Singing in the rain under partially clouded skies as light blue colors
Peep from the open canopy creating energy in an ocean of ecstasy.
Right after the rain recedes, Mother Wind breezes an arresting fragrance
Inhaled with the deepest of gratitude along with the hope of deflated pollutions.
Never mind that bright sunny summers filled with microwave heat are near,
God's Spring is so pure and exhilarating, even if only of short duration.
03292019PoSoupContest, Writing Challenge 6, March 2019-6 lines, Dear Heart
It's always sad & sorrowful when
someone is taking so young from this world
whether it be murder or rape victims
children that disappeared years ago missing it's sickening
but...it's the world we live in yeah I know
death is a given but when it's taken from
the youth it's a tragedy a travesty
so every life that's lost...it feels like I...
knew them personally like one of my own family
you see I wear my emotions on my sleeves
so tell me while you're reading my
facial expression...what do you see
can you see it the anger hatred & turmoil
as a people how far we've fallen tell me
who's gonna catch us I know we live reckless oh Lord
but please have mercy on this nation
yes we are waiting to be taken from this place and
I can relate I lost a few comrades
it's like we writing off our own fate
when we let this world consume us
because we grew up with single mothers
& dads it's a sad site and we in the fight
of our life to stay alive overcome the temptations
of hardships and wanting to commit suicide or be a homicide victim
so I beg of you oh Lord throw us down some
comfort help us to rebuke the demons
help us to never overlook repentance
so that you never hear our prayers talking about
yet another death sentence
Dearest sister, if you are reading this- I have passed on,
will you please have my name and "a poet" engraved upon;
the stone that marks my decaying bones,
where my writing ever moans . . .
though muse is now a sweet bird flown.
Plant me flowers and come often to see how they have grown,
a mortal, bird now sings in all seasons from the trees up above.
Sister, could you set my words free with love?
Take them to a mountain top and let them soar and drift.
My last words- "Time on earth was so beautiful but too swift."
_____________________________
June 30, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/'A Bird Flown'
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1121-417-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to Standard Contest 570,
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
WHEN THE WORLD SLEEPS
This man Christ,very God and
very man,this great design and ‘til
the end of time,to make all sinners
‘mine’. To commemorate this
sacrifice this glorious sacrament,
a preparation daye, a solemne
Feast of mercy and miracles.Pledges
of Thy love, sacred institutions
regularly to be said, of prayer and
meditation,lest they wither away,
dead, with time.When all the world
is asleep we should’st watch upon the
Day-lilie of life as if the sun were
already set.When all is gone,and
all is dust, deformity ,desolation
and stress.Keep me Lord from hours,
and the powers, of the darknesse.
From Henry Vaughan’s Solitary Desolations
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this phrasis of mine on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
Poetry is putting emotions down in verse
Good for those that cannot converse
I don't think I'm very good
But it keeps me out of the lonely wood
The lonely wood is a very sad place
The gremlins and ghouls change your face
It's dark and dank very austere
Poetry is my voice I hope you hear
I write my poems they lead me away
From the woods its a bad place to play
The dark and smell gets into your mind
You can't see your going blind
Writing let's me see the light
Helps me to feel alright
I know it's only a small fix
Better than surrounded by sticks
So when I hurt or don't understand
A pen and paper comes to hand
It helps me see what I need to do
Pulls me out of feeling so blue
It may not work for everyone
Some listen to their favorite song
But this poetry thing for me
Clears all of my aniexty
Yes some may say it's in the mind
Solutions to help are hard to find
This is the one that I find best
Gets all the hurt off my chest
So when you don't know where to turn
Keep out of them woods or you will burn
Find your release in your safe place
Help you put the smile on your face
Believe in your own self is a must
Otherwise you'll end up like dust
No one deserves to feel like that
Conquer those demons bury that hat
Feel free to say whatever is on the mind
To yourself try to be kind
Don't let it beat you up anymore
It's your _LIFE_ not a chore
I hope this helps someone out there
Because people are people some do care
If it has feel free to say
Let other know what's you way
I’m reading a book that I’ve read once before,
But it’s not for the reason you’re thinking.
It’s not that I loved it, but rather because
As I’m aging, my memory’s shrinking.
The author is someone whose writing I like,
Yet the title I didn’t recall.
It was published a number of years ago, still
It did not sound familiar at all.
So I brought the book home and I started to read
And I felt something tug at my brain;
For the characters’ problems allowed me to see
I was walking familiar terrain.
From the nooks and the crannies where info is stored,
I retrieved little bits that adhered;
But enough of the story’s retained its suspense,
For the bulk of it has disappeared.
I’ve decided that I will keep reading this book
And in case this may find you perplexed,
Though I’ve read it before – I’m quite sure of it now –
I have no idea what happens next!
“It is more blessed to give
than to receive…”*
Thus says the Scripture
carnal mind can’t accept
yet spiritual heart regards as truth
in vanquishing selfishness
as well as covetousness-grip
and smiting greediness-enclosure.
Indeed, giving is gaining more…
yes, more joy, powered by sharing
while insuring blessings
of divine abundance faith acquires
along sufficient provisions
midst supplies that meet needs, even wants
toward peaceful contentment
showered by heavenly fulfillment-triumph.
*Acts 20:35 I have shewed you all things, how that so labouring ye ought to support the weak, and to remember the words of the Lord Jesus, how he said, It is more blessed to give than to receive.
December 7, 2024
2nd place, "Counterintuitive" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 12/10/2024