Longer Poems - Poems about Longer

I forget— like how leaves forget their tree once autumn called them free. Moments slip and leave an unsettling void for dreams to flourish. Uninvited, wearing the mask of memory. A fiction sung in earnest, stitched in gray hours— where dreams blend into truth. A hushed whisper: “Beauty is truth,”—but I wouldn’t know if the echoes I call "mine" ever rang— I am built of broken facts, soft edits, and pills that patch up what...

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Incessant flagellation no longer torments nor assails psyche of mine... until courtesy amazing grace interceded in the doggone guise of Canis lupus familiaris unwittingly timely deliverance videre licet as an unconditionally loving emotional support animal. Emotional and financial crucifixion synonymous with being figuratively nailed to the cross or flayed into a bloody pulp, which damning punishment linkedin to joint checking account being sucked dry as an...

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I no longer walk barefoot through this garden of forgotten time, where the grass, once the silk of summer, now scratches my soles with memories, here, in this enchanted soil, bloomed a flower that stole my soul, an earthbound spell transformed into petals that sang to the touch. Perhaps someone, a faceless traveler, came and stole it away, leaving only...

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that day in December I remember— I sucked on my soaked tucked-in socks When I saw you–with a neat p.a.c.k of straw on your b.a.c.k I beckoned to you— you came but...

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I am no longer of use. That much is clear. They pass me by like I’m furniture— just another shape gathering dust in the corner of the kitchen where light rarely lands. My face, once proud, is smudged now— not by time, but by its absence. I used to hold their mornings together: 6:45, the hiss of the kettle. 7:02, cereal spiraling into bowls. 7:58, the door slammed...

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His soul portrays the eyes of a wolf, lost without his pack - banished from his territory. In his deceptive demeanour, hiding his depressive state - he howls at the moon. An outcast unable to dream, he adorns a false smile at sunrise, as he's still scarred from the house he once built - brick by brick. Where walls of lullabies, were created...

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There should be a place to shelter us when sleep is a bird that no longer comes, or when we are tired of getting drunk on our own thoughts, and the grass no longer lifts dreams, I don't mean powders or cocaine, but a realm beyond the death that watches us or the loves that have been lost...

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I no longer want to be a child, for those years carry a thick layer of forgotten dust, where every corner hides a room where I learned to forget how to breathe, and memories are like shadows dancing silently on the walls of time. Returning would mean shattering myself on the same silent and cold corners, on the same...

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Realizing the pain of your heart deep inside, Seeing through the subtle lies, No longer speechless when intimidations rise, Seeing the assumptions are their justifications to hide, When the truth comes out, the pretend defend, The accuser attacks the heart on the mend, And so it tries to reverse the healing and just reignites and proves, It's just more confirmation that...

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To see the lilac blossom once more I took a low road around my apartment building I don't do this too often So my way home was a little longer. Not much longer actually, about 200 steps more. Lilacs were beautiful, I smelled the heady scent of lilacs Walking through the back lane. I love the lilacs in bloom They were...

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I no longer need you to do all I had liked to do with you, I no longer need you 'cause now I have a better point of view, I no longer need you in ways I thought I needed you. ...

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We can no longer continue as we are, souls weary from nerves, creatures grinding their lives in worries, fearing death because they have never truly lived. We have lost ourselves in the maps of days, searching for treasures that do not shine under the sun, and we have forgotten how to sip from the morning as from a...

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Forced to give up everything when you died I was no longer welcome at home Barely ate, not a penny set aside Forced to give up everything when you died Had to leave all my belongings behind Nowhere to go, from motel to shelter I roamed Forced to give up everything when you died I was no longer welcome at home...

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There have been times while watching life from the different places I have stood… that I have seen injustices….and have not acted as I should. Times I knew something wasn’t right but still I stood by silently Times when I did nothing because those injustices were not done to me. Times when my silence was complicit…although I never could...

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There have been times while watching life from the different places I have stood… that I have seen injustices….and have not acted as I should. Times I knew something wasn’t right but still I stood by silently Times when I did nothing because those injustices were not done to me. Times when my silence was complicit…although I never could...

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