Long Wrong Poems
Long Wrong Poems. Below are the most popular long Wrong by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Wrong poems by poem length and keyword.
Concourse "C"
Part three
Directions printed from Map Quest
meant only for one way
confused three tired travelers
driving to Delaware late one day
Leaving Kennedy
heading towards ninety five
they pass the on-ramp quickly
High,
they never saw the sign.
The wrong direction they head for miles
in this city of high steel and concrete.
Time passed, traffic slowed
weather turned from rain to sleet
Through the city they drive in circles
passing buildings already seen
hitting every red light for miles
given no chance for speed
Over bridges & underground tunnels,
like rats scrambling through a maze
they're lost somewhere in Brooklyn
and have been half the day.
Jared Pickett
1/22/06
Asavvy1
The characteristics of mankind has not changed from generation to generation
And we're all still the children of He who ordained creation
As there's nothing new under the sun and we need to comprehend
That basically we are all the same under the skin
We all have a good side as well as a bad
We all have some traits that we wish we didn't have
From Adam to Aaron from Ruth to Rehab
We're all alike be it indifferent, happy or sad
Yet God has a way of letting us know this one fact
He will often times make us aware of our bad acts
And when we fall down then we're more able to see
That maybe it's time to readjust our personalities
I've always felt that grey hair was a silent testimony
Of experiencing life's journey as we move towards maturity
And by gaining wisdom and knowledge as we travel along
Now better equipped to discern right from wrong
As the resurrection power that came through Jesus the Christ
Allowing us to rise above the dead things in life
Still standing and inhaling because of Jesus' sacrifice
Still standing and inhaling in the midst of pain, agony and strife
Still standing and inhaling knowing that we've sustained
The Spirit of God that inside of us remains
Now a little older, a little wiser with no room for bitterness
Inhaling the word of God so that we can now be blessed
Still standing and inhaling waiting for Jesus to return
Still standing and inhaling living by the scriptures that we've learned
Now realizing that the adversary has always been around
Now understanding that in this world evil can always be found
Still standing and inhaling witnessing for the Lord Jesus the Christ
Still standing and inhaling with the Great Commission as our purpose in life
Still standing and inhaling the glorious word of the almighty God
Still standing and inhaling with love in our hearts
The smile just barely touching your lips,
Not quite sure if this chance meeting is good or bad,
right or wrong.
All the things left unsaid at our last parting
just below the surface
of the inocuous greetings we exchange.
So many moments shared, so many more
abandoned without cause.
My first and last love now little more
than a stranger before me.
Much too late now for the things not said then.
Polite and distant with each other
as if there had never been passion,
or anger,
or laughter,
......or love.
August 18 Scripture Meditations Based on Hosea 4-5
Key Verse – Hosea 5:3 I know Ephraim, and Israel is not hid from me…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR NOT HIDING FROM ME
Thank You for not hiding from me Your compassion
Even though I have sinned against You in my wrong reaction…
Here am I repentant for my pride’s transgression
Please restore me along Your assured joy of salvation.
Thank You for not hiding from me Your mercy
Even though I have disobeyed You in my inconsistency…
Here am I humbled before You with sincere fervency
Please forgive me along Your ready clemency.
Thank You for not hiding from me Your chastisement
Even though I have deserved Your reproof and judgement…
Here am I needy of Your gentle treatment
Please help me along Your protective correction-bestowment.
Thank You for not hiding from me Your will
Even though I have doubted that Your promises You fulfill…
Here am I illumined because of Calvary’s hill
Please calm me down me along Your redemption bill.
Thank You for not hiding from me Your goodness
Even though I have defied Your commands’ seriousness…
Here am I grateful for Your loving kindness
Please uphold me along Your patient graciousness.
Thank You for not hiding from me Your counsel
Even though I have neglected to exercise spiritual muscle…
Here am I willing to learn from truth’s whole, not just parcel
Please direct me along Your teaching epistle.
Thank You for not hiding from me Your ways
Even though I have felt discouraged during challenging days…
Here am I responsive to Your enlightenment-rays
Please guide me along Your righteous pace.
August 18, 2022
I try to leave my sins behind me I try to forget all that is wrong with me.
I'm stuck in a place that I can't get out of no matter how hard I try
the drugs and alcohol are calling to me like a song that I'm trapped in.
I try to ignore the sirens call but I come back almost every time I try to have self control but I've never been good at that.
you can tell me what I'm doing is wrong but I won't listen to you.
you can tell me that I'm a bad person but I've heard it all before
I try to forget everything the comments the insults all of it.
I want to be better but how can I be better if I try to forget all that is wrong.
how do I be better if I keep relapsing how do I get over my inner demons that I let control me how do I get better when I don't even know what I'm doing with my life anymore. I tell myself that I'm fine that I'm good that everything is fine but the truth is that I'm not okay at all but I keep lieing to myself
I know I'm not a saint
I don't pretend to be one either
I've done wrong in my life
if I could change some things I would
but nonetheless
things happen for a reason
so I let bygones be bygones
and love the ones who care
and pity the ones who don't
I've been wronged by a lot of people
but I brush off the hurt
and sorrow I feel
I've wronged a lot of people
asked God for his forgiveness
life's not always fair
neither are the burdens I bear
I have the passion and desire
to see my life through
to make better choices
I know I'm not a saint
I don't pretend to be one either
I come to your bedside once more,
you've poured our photos and poetry on the floor
an act of apostasy, a grim admission, the room in dim depression,
laying on your side , cheeks heated and soaked in sorrow, your joy in remission,
Refusing to look at me, as if seeing this face would invite a fatal grief,
hating me yet loving me because I am the wound waking belief,
a living scar fueling faith in the survival of our love,
needing me to be your spiritual shove,
I lay along you, gripping your tender arm, still, you do not disarm,
the tip of my nose surfs the skin of your shoulder, I smell the tears of my harm,
trying to explain that love is never wrong, that in your heart is where I belong
you roll into my chest, a gorgeous heat of anger escapes your glare,the sting strong,
in a fevered whimper, throat bubbled, you ask, how can I dare love you in absentia,
how can you love a kiss that cuts, a breath that bruises, nails of nostalgia,
oh how love makes us suffer for the truth of our hearts,
I say, there is no absence within the Absolute, a fusion of soul parts,
The onomatopoeia of my heart is ready to be splayed into you,
I kiss bite the supple muscle of your neck, you release a searing sigh
the air spiced with the oil of a woman's want,
I need the salvation of your hot opening, I yearn to super charge your core,
my balls, plump and heavy fall over your thigh, breast spread softly,
your hands enveloping my back, heels hooking around calves
the root of my Being swells to true and thick form
red oak stretching into your moistened magenta earth,
tenderloins contracting, pushing, smacking,
a metamorphosis matures to cure our crisis,
I can see in your eyes a soul that flies
on a light beam without ending,
one touch more and death will be a thing of lies,
rebuild love with me and find warmth never wanning,
we become Angels with no age
lovers without rage or confusion,
a new universe of raw pleasure and instincts sage,
dreams witnessed in the sweat and steam of sacred revolution -
J.A.B.
Ashes waft over the meadow
a jet stream of sorrow,
beckoning the widow to the
edge, down to the river.
Contented epoch, at the
creek where the wolves run,
he lived and laughed.
We watched the bright blue
stars foxtrot across the milky
way, a midnight indigo quilt
shivering with light.
Mountain men whose
toughened hands cradle their
violin and mouth harp. Music
soared amidst craggy
chiseled countenance.
We listened to the chaste
screech of a hawk, the forlorn
cry of a mountain cat,
soft snuffling of a bear,
watery splash of a fish.
You and I waltzed in the
meadow; no music needed
other than the love song that
pulsed in our hearts.
Can I have this dance for
the rest of my life?
Together it seemed so…
right,
wrong,
simple,
eternal,
joyful,
lonely,
sad…
...happily ever after?
No.
Time enough for us to love,
laugh, share, be silly, fight,
forgive, and cry?
To seethe and despair?
Yes.
Trisha Sugarek from
Butterflies and Bullets
32 have taken their own lives.
Leaving behind, children, friends and wives
How much longer is this to go on
Devastating families is totally wrong
No person should get to this state
When they could just chat to a mate
Asking for help is not a sign of weakness
It's about sharing your bleakness
Other ways to cope with this mess
Admit that you are in distress
Learn about breathing, and using your senses
This will strengthen your defences
That black dog that sits on your shoulder
Let it know you were a soldier
You are strong and can't be beat
You are not ready for defeat
My ask is that everyone shares
To show all affected somebody cares
This is not a massive ask
Go and see them take a flask
Sit down with a listening ear
Let them know you are here
Have a chat and make a brew
Chew the fat like you use too
Being beside them is really great
The true meaning of a mate
If you do this simple thing
You could stop heavens bar-bell ring
You think you are strong,
That you have control over yourself,
But then, events lay their violent hands on you,
And all your strengths get shattered into pieces
Like a glass hitting a rock
Your eyes betray you
Tears start rolling down your face
Your voice begins to tremble
Your heart lowers its music
Reasons, justifications, excuses you give
Weak, unworthy, and lonely you feel
Your heart screams, your lips narrate it to them
Nothing wrong have you done
Your discourse dose have weight
But they don’t care…
It all seems a drama to them,
Or just a natural penance!
They too, deep down, might feel bad
But they show it not,
Will expressing their love make them weak ?
Or listening to your heart will make them lose?
So, as usual, they wrap another layer of anger over love
Instead of saying “it’s okay”, they yell
And you feel like a bird, broken, lying in a cage
And if you dare to respond back
It will take the argument to yet another level
Nothing will be left
Nothing, without regrets and sorrows
Is this life too long to love or to live happily?
Do we have to make it hell to live it??
(paghunda)