#length
If you'll take the time,
I have several lengthy thoughts,
So many I need to get out,
I'd pay you to listen to me talk.
Not therapy,
There's no doctor that could understand,
The level of this.
When the dark crawls through the corners of the night,
I find my eyes making their own light,
Because I know what I need to write.
But will it be valued,
If nobody takes the time to read it?
I doubt you'll pay attention to them,
So I'll keep my long thoughts in my head,
Because there's not enough ink to ink them all down.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 6:29 PM UTC
Like the Center of a country
Our love is the center of it all
Distance is measured here.
And see how far it goes.
Our origin.
Our home
and the place that started it all
May we never forget
And always remember
The Distance and the center of where we started.
Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
Someone said I was a seed that
would grow deep.
But you pulled me before I had
the chance to grow between the
fallen brothers that
were taller.
But you quarantined me in this
this place.
Potted, you told me that I'd grow
further than the family
I'd left behind.
It was a moment
of concern that I'd never
reach the lengths of my brothers
and sisters. yet you put me
higher than they'd ever reach...
They fell beneath me,
But no ,matter who falls
were the same branch and we will
always reach further
than my silence as we'll always be
reaching further than
than the hate that tries to keep us
lower than the furthest branch
that we can grow from the desert of your
infertile earth.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 5:14 PM UTC
a sensory perception,
an intended message,
which the eyes of my inbox
check-mark as opened, read and
very well received
sometimes we say things
we didn't mean to say,
but 99% of the time,
we meant it, even if
it just happened to be
something we were wearing,
something tight, short and flirty,
we put on in a hurry,
without thinking
2:19am
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
She told him that if an inch was a mile,
that her footstep would have been
all it took..
"**It doesn't matter the length of the road,
its the engine that drives you on it**..
Well love yours is a 50cc and that doesn't
get me anywhere fast...
Jesus my stick vibrates
at I higher speed than that.
And doesn't run out of gas that quick,
splutter, splutter..
It isn't true what they say about shoe size,
what a dam pity....
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 7:27 PM UTC
There is a whisper,
a voice so soft
that it goes unheard
amongst the bustling people.
There is a voice,
if you focus you will hear.
For it dances to different rhythm
and moves differently than other tongues.
It is a voice,
that speaks to you.
Whispers to you all day long
indicating what's good
and what's not.
It knows,
when no one else knows
what's right for you.
So learn its height,
learn its breadth,
learn its origin
learn its trail
and its ends
because it's all for you
to test.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
The length
of my skirt
does not determine
my consent.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
The length of the silk fabric.
does not determine the quality.
It may be long,
or it may be shot.
So when you ask me about
the length of my poems
my answer will be
that I want to enjoy every word,
feel every sentence and
appreciate all of the fabric.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
o'er a length of days
fierce winds have scolded the land
they show no let up
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
I’m like a rubber band.
I’m forced to bounce back from many things.
I am painfully stretched to my limits,
And recoil back into myself daily.
I’m like a rubber band.
But stretch me out for too long,
Or wear me down for too long,
And in the wrong hands,
I’ll break every time.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
How Long Is A Dream?
How long is a dream,
Stream of consciousness
Mirroring –unconsciousness,
And speed of thought
Reckoned
In seconds,
Pinned into entities
Clear as a bell.
The pain or the joy of
Of a day gone away,
How long is the theme
Crammed into a dream,
The bad and the good
Reflecting the childhood dance
Of experience,
Mire of desire explicit as film.
How long is a dream
Is the same as to ask about time
And the time that it’s taken
To organize, star in, produce and direct -
(You do/are all four)
Constructions so tricky and dotty and flighty
It might take one years
To write out all those fears, hopes and wishes
Compressed into minutes
From snippet to whole.
How long is a dream,
In its limits or boundlessness
Fluff as reality stuffed into seconds.
Puzzling, perplexing,
It keeps a man guessing,
The question as madd’ning
As how long is string?
How Long Is A Dream? 1.25.2017
Circling Round Reality; Nature Of & In Reality;
Arlene Corwin
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 12:54 PM UTC
*This is the season when nights are long
But whatever the length of time is
It is you who I always long for.*
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 7:05 AM UTC
Our Words go into the Skies,
Our Sight travels beyond the Moon,
Our Eyes go beyond the Oceans;
We Embark on a journey at Night,
Arriving a Destination at Dawn
We are strong in our Fears;
We want to know the Lengths,
We want to see the Depths
Who Knows the shape of Yonder?
Who knows the ethereal Measurements?
But the Oceans tells its Endlessness
Our Soul longs for immortality,
But our body will betray us
Our minds keeps wandering for the Unknown
We travel through life with moments to behold,
Arriving at a distance broader than us
What has time not told us?
What is time hiding from us?
We want to know the heights
We want to see the Realms
Who knows the world after here?
Only God knows
We are building castles in the Air,
Though we cannot see them
We have submitted our Course;
We are waiting for answers
How long shall we wait?
Where is the beginning?
Where is the end?
In our loneliness, we are stronger
We want to know more,
We seek to know more;
Until the End
We are waiting at the Gates;
And the storm is heavy,
Still the rain falls deeper
Should we wait longer?
Can we wait Longer?
Who knows the lost road to the sky?
Who knows the path leading to the moon?
Why are our shadows trailing us?
Who knows the ethereal measurements?
No one knows,
But the Ocean tells its Endlessness.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
My sweetheart your blooming flowers remind me of spring
Your dancing dangling graces are on joy ride on the swing
Love and beauty are chained in wonderful beautiful string
You are my so sweet,charming ,loving and alluring darling
Let us in rain play hide and a seek to explore all your graces
Let me take the help of unfaithful weather to take all chances
Let me paint you in my heart and express in stanzas and verses
My sweetheart you are so soft and so lovely as petals of roses
Embrace me,kiss me and caress me to give me the strength
Let us discuss all modalities with clarity and at proper length
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
Dusty you pick it up
but it's been too long
and the chords feel strange
and the sounds not right
so you
fuddle with
pegs a bit
and is
still not quote right
so twist them harder
until they
Snap and piercing
note vibration worth it's
Snapping blessed bleeding
fingers to play
cracking oak in
oiled frame ashamed
shamed smashed against
the doorways of discordant sea
there
that's better
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 3:41 AM UTC
Upon my shoulder, place your head
The road is tough and can be full of dread
Don’t dwell on things cause life is short
Turn to your family, friends for support
Be careful, life could also be long
If the decisions we make are wrong
Stand your ground, test your strength
Keep your troubles at arm’s length
Take a breath and close the curtain
Life and future are uncertain
No matter how it turns out to be
There’s always you and me
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
When describing Iliad I was told
That a poem 26 books long
Could no longer be referred to
As a poem
It was a story a
novel I was told
That a poem is not a poem
That a poem is dependent on length
But this is not true
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 6:09 AM UTC
i want to be with someone for so
long that it takes me
a few seconds to recall
how many years it has been.
not because i'm forgetful, but
because it has been
that long
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
Anticipation drips down my body. It follows the curve of my back and dribbles down my spine. I stare out the window but i’m not really looking at anything. I breathe slowly, timing each breath with the hum of the radiator. I don’t know what I am waiting for; I know you’ll never come back. Yet still my heart aches to hear the doorknob jiggle. It never does. I sit, loathing in a sea of disappointment. I regain focus and stare out the window again. I suppose that I'm looking for any signs of you: your car, the mailman, maybe even the slightest chance that I could find your footprints in the snow and follow them to where you are. Look, now I’ve gone crazy. Except, I already am crazy. I even have a doctor to prove that. But when you are near, I don’t feel so bad. When you are here, I want to be better.
I don’t know where you are but you’ve been gone for days. I stand up and pace the apartment. My eyes scan the room for signs of you. Your existence is minimal. Who knows if you even existed? I’ve been known to make things up in my mind. Is that why you left? You promised me that you would always be here. Did it get too hard for you to stay? I tried my best to make it easier. Maybe if I try harder, you’d come back…
I walk to the counter and reach for the tiny, translucent bottle. One pill. Not good enough. Two pills. Maybe. Three pills. I don’t feel anything. Two more just to be sure. Soon enough the whole bottle is gone and I lay on the floor. I cannot feel my own body. The world is spinning. You are still not here. I shut my eyes.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC