Poems classified as: Long Poem

I will always think of you Deriggs I always pray for you that you have health, love and happiness When I am home alone I think of you and call you to offer you my greetings Sometimes I even write

This is about someone special Someone so special that any special person could be to anyone And sharing with you about this special person Makes me feel special too I look back to the times I spent with him Where

Whispered names falling simply off lips, Freckles that ripple on skin, Azure eyes that flooded dreams. Eyes may capsize stable thoughts, Blindly wade into unknown waters, Not knowing awaiting dangers. A siren’s melody put in a trance, A map to

index finger of left hand (likened to Michelangelo meticulously chiseling away at marble block), this poe whit attempts to coax (zealously tap into his latent indivisible quo shunt, sans self imposed quotidian literary endeavor slow lee witnessing, an emergent reasonably

Have you heard the skinny on Lenny Mangini? This fellow dreamed of a yellow Lamborghini And the good life of more, much and plenty, But Lenny’s pockets lacked any profits or pennies. Plagued by malaise and chronic sickness, Two failed

Well hello there, My name is Al. It’s short for — oh who cares? Let me just get this out. They say we all have an inner voice, And if we tune out external noise, The little voice can help

I look to you in Autumn’s merge with the climax of love for the fragrance of scented leaves in the trees I look to you in the quaint forest all alone with the howling of owls in the distance through

So I struggle everyday. Caught in a fight between my heart and mind, Tranquility impossible to find. The war rages on my mind birthing its evil spawn. My heart building walls. The walls are high, the light dies, my heart

I remember when I was just 16, So much of my life was yet unseen. I was searching for something to help me discover, What set me apart, made me different from others. And there in my neighborhood, where we

Here I am, Marooned on this land. My feet sink down into shifting sand. At times it feels more like quicksand. I look around, I scan – The battle seems to be out of hand. I need backup, a helping

Life with my father has Never been magical If anything it has always Been tyrannical I go home Anger welcomes me I meet the instigator The abuser You, my father You cheated me out of a Parental relationship Which caused

Oh how I miss you my old friend, the lonely nights we would spend. Painting my arm red staining the bed. Your cold touch Oh I loved it so much. Now you are gone, It’s been so long. Tears flowing

Ladies and gents, You don’t know Jack. Hence I wax poetic To remedy that. Jack has a knack For following the pack. This fool dives in the pool To swim with the rules. He doesn’t judge it lame To remain

Step up, don’t hide behind words If you strongly believe in your hate, let it be heard What you’re saying is completely absurd I take what you say and let it fly with the birds You are backwards, backwards, backwards

Again I wake in this wretched place Where the devil glares with grimaced face Reading my heart, stripping it bare Savoring the scent of the secrets there I’m slipping and sliding, the ice too thin Carefully creeping, lest I fall

It has been raining I stood on the window Looking at the rain drops Silently tip toeing at moments Restlessly pouring at times I looked at the clouds As if walking hand in hand Like lovers lost, like frienjds found

Deprived of affection and a sense of belonging one retires to a sanctuary of isolation. Arraigned by the acute pain of rejection the walls become his or her world. Indicted with selfishness and antisocial behavior sleep is the best defense

So here’s a quick study On a guy that’s kinda nutty; His name? Puddy McCuddy, And he’s a real fuddy duddy. In a nutshell, this nut is stuck in Time; At least that’s the case in his dusty mind. There’s

You speak ill of my name Onto you, shall bring much shame Your actions should make you feel ashamed The finger points to you in blame Take my name off your tongue Don’t waste the energy from your lungs Instead

Clinging to fragments of memories, I search for love here and there, Walking the shores of eternal hope, But I sink in the sea of despair Just once, let me hear love speaking In a language known to no ear;

How glittering is the sea With a wealth of beauty; But to keep her clean it’s our duty How vast is her existence And all her wealth therein But our chance of protecting them Are far too thin She can

The id, the ego and the super-ego. You and I, we have a connection. Let us be joined at the hip; my heart’s resurrection. I rise once more to beg, to implore! For a chance to be loved by a

Once upon a rug, Crawled an antsy bug. This critter was in a dither. He had a bud named Doug, Who called him Jitters. Doug was a go-getter, While Jitters was a quitter. This bug did not love To act

Stop laughing Start crying Stop trying Start dying Giving up Now giving in All because you think you can’t win This race isn’t yours You don’t keep score Anymore You hit the floor You say “I can’t and won’t take

He rides towards the setting sun Further and further from his special one The sound of his armor clanking with each hoof beat Perspiration horse and rider oppressive desert heat He rides through the desert to find the Prince. Commissioned

It has been raining I stood on the window Looking at the rain drops Silently tip toeing at moments Restless pouring at times I looked at the clouds As if walking hand in hand Like lovers lost, like friends found

Light a sharpie so bright shines on beauty seen through decay. Both beauty and decay form a duality of darkness and luminosity. Beauty is a love that can provide for its reality against dismay. Just as tradition is a security

Heavenly Father, I focus my thoughts on You. In the palm of Your hand, how can I lose? Your grace is sufficient for every need. All things are possible if I will only believe. Divine power through me is flowing.

It has been one year since you died my precious Jasmine Ever since losing you i haven’t been the same The sky high ambition i once had has been doused in cold water The wings i use to spread so

I never knew that one day would be there When I would ask my existence from you One day I would beg you to apply vermilion on my forehead To name my child, to change my identity.. One day that