Long Yet Poems
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Full of force
Full of life
Life loves lust
Life lifts laughs
Laughs over tears
Laughs off the pain
Pain paid prophet
Pain predicted poison
Poison on the mind
Poison in our food
Food foreign fragile
Food forever fake
Fake news is real
Fake family fun
Fun is limited
Fun uniquely shattered
Shattered dreams
Shattered heart
Heart full of ice
Heart racing
Racing against time
Racing against humanity
Humanity has to fight
Humanity stripped of rights
Rights to free speech
Rights to vote
Vote for peace
Vote for proper protection
Protection from our government
Protection from our citizens
Citizens above the law
Citizens who had enough
Enough flags being raised
Enough evil evidence
Evidence we shall ignore
Evidence says Jesus wept
Wept for the dead
Wept for the living
Living organisms fail
Living God heals
Heals heaven's heart
Heals harmful hail
Hail stones freezing
Hail holy history
History unfrozen
History rewritten
Rewritten heroes
Rewritten villains
Villains
Heroes
I never noticed your age, creeping up but never reflected in your face. Your voice still warms and soothes me. "Nana's here!" Was my war cry, and now my children's. I'm not jealous, more of a passing the gong. Love is limitless as you always told me, to share you with my closest people is always such a joy.
Time is creeping up on you. Longevity and genes aside this wont last forever. My crutch, my leading lady. I ignore it, cant bear it. The fear of being in my mid thirties and crying out for my Nana scares and comforts me. To have been blessed with such a soul for such a length so many do not get. One day you wont be here, perish the thought! How helpless i know i will be, a lost child once again in the world with my only family gone.
One day, but not soon, please not soon. I know i still need you yet for times to come. Selfish of me maybe, but essential.
How everyone must envy me, to have known such unconditional love and support. How i will envy them in the end, to have never known so a void from loss.
But not yet. You are still blonde and bold.
I so wish i was a fraction of you, there's time yet to teach me. So stay a while longer, please, until my debt is repaid. Only then would that have been enough time.
We’re told from an early age not to judge someone.
At least, not ‘til we’ve walked a mile in their shoes.
But judging someone is something that we’ve all done
It’s part of being human, not something we choose.
Usually, it’s the little things that we judge
Like someone’s hair or the style of clothes they’re wearing.
But, the biggest problem is when our thoughts won’t budge
Though that person may be someone who’s quite caring.
No one wants to be judged for what they have not done
Just because they happen to look like another.
Being seen for who you are is second to none.
Being loved for who you are is like no other.
You know that feeling, the feeling of being hurt by a loved one
The one that gets you reeling, life no longer seeming to be fun
When you felt a certain way only to find out you assumed wrong
For our emotion can often betray for I am not nearly that strong
It's only later you come to realize that that just wasn't the case
When something inside just dies and now all you feel is disgrace
You said some really stupid things and even though you're sorry
It's the consequences that it brings because they will always be
Now try imagining this, doing the same thing but to God instead
A point one might miss until that day they speak of you as dead
Such the feeling you'd receive in now knowing You were wrong
Oh how the soul will grieve for without Jesus oh how it will long
But you are not finished and that sentence is not yet complete
A point not to be diminished especially when life seems replete
As one day it will be too late maybe even sooner than you think
As I said this is your fate, but it could all be over in a blink
for King & Country - It's Not Over Yet
Poetry is almost on the exit tense
We forgotten how poetry should make one feel or brush the emotions to sleep or facing our fears by using words only
The words we use now are mostly misused or misunderstood
The line between the coverage of words it’s as bombastic sarcastically
The humour in all hammers the gang of verbs and pronounce on the quarter base of rhymes
The theme parades the scavenger hunt it hints only once for the words of a poet to touch down directly
Words shouldn’t be hidden in codes they should be explicit exact as naked
Poetry shouldn’t be baked by learners still growling the grounds of grammer while penetrating the industry for light and likes
Pledge for true poetic justice as it only justifies the art beneath the words and all
It’s the creation of luring mood in words
The action of pace it takes it’s not meant for it to be locked out and just be used for an image of database
The damage that words can invade it petrifies the lost of touch of poetry
There is no wish of death upon poetry
Can it be recognised to organise the difference between fake and fade
There is so little time in this planet to shame the grace of poetry
As there is million ways in distinctively identify the group of words that can start or end a life
Embrace the discovery of poetry not only as to recite but to write in the pages of diary entry in inflicting the pain that writers share with confidence including anonymously
It shouldn’t be a long lost in the mist of big words in trying to define poetry
But just a simple line or paragraph to entail the entity of grasp of mid air words that paints poetry
Across the railroad tracks is the woman of my dreams.
She’s a memory from long ago, a former life.
I think of her more and more, these days, it seems,
Wondering how my life would have been with her as my wife.
I’m happy to say that, in my life, I have few regrets,
But the one that hurts the most is the one that will last.
Her beauty and love are things that I’ll never forget.
I truly wish that I could go back and change the past.
Across the railroad tracks is the woman of my dreams
Lying peacefully, dressed in her favorite color… pink.
I’m haunted by the pitch of her terrifying screams.
Since that fateful night, I haven’t had one, single drink.
With elements of earth, water, air, ether, and fire
The body is framed like a bundle of paradoxes.
The soul, the lord, and the master of this self soar higher.
When its mission, herein, is accomplished as flummoxes
Diseases, like swarms of honey bees, enwrap this physique.
These, like water on lotus leaves, don't affect the spirit.
Though veins, bones, and nutrients are full, the physique seems weak.
Existence, herein, passes like a clandestine claret.
Deep sleep drubs the body, but the spirit is on the move.
Beyond mountains and valleys, like a tender breeze, it blows
From all that is known to the unknown, narrow furrow grove
Journeying towards perfection, like a fountain, it flows
Entering another body, the soul gladly exists.
Physique, as the spirit's wagon, wins over all the twists…
There are people from all walks of life who do good.
There are people from all walks of life who do bad.
We all have the potential to do what we should.
We need to get back the innocence we once had.
Just because we have the potential to harm,
Doesn’t mean that each and every one of us will.
It’s not like we have, inside our head, an alarm
That suddenly wakes up a desire to kill.
It’s not human nature to hurt because we can.
We’re all very innocent on the day we’re born.
And though some were taught hatred when their life began,
That didn’t mean that their whole future was forewarned.
We all have the ability to do what’s right
No matter what we have seen, heard, or what we’re taught.
Though evil may come in the darkness of the night,
We have the choice to ignore any evil thought.
I am here as I was before
Break it down to knees and ask for no more
Over a coarse of time
You hear a certain voice in a rhyme
Bleed from the eyes
Now you can feel the stress in our cries
A soft bed despite a home with the dead
Is all that these eyes have yet to see
My mission
To rise to a higher position
Reach out with white palms
Not frightened
But I'm no more peaceful than I am calm
Heaven is all these eyes have yet to see
It's a simple poem,
Spoken in a lower volume
At times we speak on scattered thoughts
Shattered dreams,
And memories of every battle we've fought
Every morning I'm awakened by your hands
Bless it be the structure of this man
A family and smiles,
A happy expression on the face of a child
Is all I've yet to SEE
He was tall,
dark & handsome!
I was ready
to pay him a ransom!
I fell for
his rookie charm,
All I wanted
was to hold his arm!
So I approached him
with fear in my mind,
To my surprise,
he was super kind!
But I failed in my attempts
to recognize him then!
Why do I meet guys like him
over & over again???!!!
Sex was the only
thing that he wanted!
The lack of love in his words
made me feel unwanted!
I promise I won’t fall
for a guy again!
Before doing so,
I will surely rack my brain!
Dedicated With Love To: You Know Who
Note: This poem has been written from a girl's perspective.