#crocodile
There once was a crocomodile
Who lived as the lord of the Nile:
He once ate a pharoah
From meatballs to marrow
While crying and wearing a smile.
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 9:33 PM UTC
Note: My Silly Writing
The Alligator and
the Crocodile,
They haven't seen each other
in quite a while,
When times were easy, and
Life was greater,
the last the croc said:
See you later Alligator,
and the Last Gator replied
with glee in his eyes,
after a while crocodile,
as they both realized,
It's been a while and
It's been quite a minute,
Since The last time they spoke, and
when the times
have been Splendid!!
It's time that we part,
It's been a while crocodile,
I'll see you later alligator, and
Let's not make it a whole!!!
B.R.
Date: 2/5/2025
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 7:47 PM UTC
Haven't even shed Crocodile tears
Calloused feet and scaled back,
the tear and wear.
Biting wildly and deeply into what feeds me
That desperation is the toll it has me in a death roll
This whirlwind of drip grit and flames; while spinning in the mud I can have no shame.
My pride deluded me to think of myself as an ancient king of lakes and streams.
Watering holes or beachfront property
On a sunny day, my kind knows harmony
We only know war At the movement of opportunity.
A Petty precarious peace treaty:
Survival of the fitness; closed mouths don't get fed
Survival instinct; if you don't eat you'll be the one who loses an arm and a leg
How can I even shed Crocodile tears
When I've become the dread
Mar 8, 2023
Mar 8, 2023 at 3:32 PM UTC
I've always dreamed of adventure, but now, I'm not so sure.
I grew up playing video games and playing pretend in the woods.
What I would've given to be Link with my own legendary quest.
But these are turbulent times.
Between my anxiety and the businessman-president and his blue-bird threats and the media, honestly, I'd rather curl up in a ball and stay inside my house forever.
But the truth is, no one ever caught a crocodile by hiding in their
house.
It takes real bravery.
And while I've got problems staring me down like I'm deadmeat,
I've got to be a crocodile hunter. I have to.
It's the only way to free the princess trapped inside.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 10:29 PM UTC
rolled over in dreams
by victorious crocodile
lulled into baffled breath
to be fed into life
a wake
fresh out of death
wrangled in bedsheets
i fit back to sleep
a saturated berth
storage
to become a softer meat
drown side up
in a ***** swollen river
- 04:21 a.m.
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 9:24 PM UTC
the sweet succor of
my own narcissism reflected
back to me from the mirror
in the bathroom; i am a crocodile
warming in the sun.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
Submerged to its' eyes,
Crocodiles hunt their prey.
It is very still.
Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
I’ve been disappearing day by day
anxious and fearing what you’ll say;
a four letter word you think a compliment,
but I never heard the sentiment.
And everybody knows what I’ve been hiding,
the closing doors were sliding,
I deserved a light for just awhile.
No second or first chances,
lost time and dead romances,
crocodile tears and an alligator smile.
I’ve been fading piece by piece
it seems relating to this cease,
a four letter word meant with affection,
but it’s absurd and an insult to our connection.
And everybody knows what I’ve been denying,
the locked windows I’ve been prying,
I deserved a fair and unbiased trial.
No second or first chances,
blame time or circumstances,
crocodile tears and an alligator smile.
Like all things in history
there’s defeat and there’s victory
I don’t think I can label this either one.
I want to stop this toxicity
and erase it into nothing
but I think that’s what you’ve already done.
So close your eyes and take a breath
we’ll say our goodbyes only with death.
And I’ve been muted through every line
but the rain’s included with the sunshine.
And everybody knows what I’ve been fighting
in darkness even with lighting,
I deserved the be your faithful sun dial.
No second or first chances,
no idea of what your stance is,
crocodile tears and an alligator smile.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
I did not see your swarm
O Holy crocodile
A sweet disaster
A monster of madness
You crawl into the mouths of men's hearts
Turn them inside out
Alligator dreams inside their minds
Ripping open its seam
You're a nightmare of red
With fangs of silver
And a flash of green
Your roar gives off a unworldy scent
Between worlds of gore
Not of long lost lore
Your warmth is poison
Your love unravels
Your bite is cancer
It kills with inspiration,
So sleep further than the blade of its knife
Or suffer endless obessions
Throughout the rest of your pitiful life.
Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
Crocodile Tears.
What are they?
Why do they exist?
Crocodile Tears.
You don't deserve to have them.
Your emotions are just a lie.
Crocodile Tears.
Why does no one believe me?
These emotions are so raw, still bleeding.
Crocodile Tears.
Shut up. Wipe your face.
Clear your clouded mind.
Crocodile Tears.
Stop the crystal clear lies.
And shut those tired eyes.
Crocodile Tears.
The two words people use,
To pretend that they're alright.
Crocodile Tears.
No one is crying here.
They're all just Crocodile Tears.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 7:37 AM UTC
We had a most horrid schoolteacher,
And us children did all hate her,
She’d shout at us for no real reason,
And threaten to see us later,
She had a dip on a Florida trip,
And was swallowed by an alligator,
But only crocodile tears were shed,
‘Cos we were all just … gladiator!
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
Scaly pointed skin,
Log shape body, razor teeth,
Spinning coil of death.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
Crocodile tears never last,
Let's have enough of the past,
All these phony crocodile tears,
Show me someone sincere,
My mud-coloured glasses,
Enough crocodile tears to last us......
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
I thought I should write a happy poem
But I only write at night.
The ink of blood dripping from my heart
becomes thin and transparent in the light.
So if you want me to be honest:
The thought of you fills me with words
yet renders me speechless
to the point where writing hurts.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
I'm young and wild,
Adrenaline rushes through my vains
I have a roar that rattles a child,
That burns like eternal flames.
I vitiate a jungle with my rampant fever,
Rotate the world, the wrath of my paws,
My tyranny drowns all that preys the river,
My ambitions defy nature's doltish laws
My soul craves a sense of power
To roam freely whenever, wherever,
Let me sieze and live in this hour
Because no one is meant to live forever.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
Not all tyrants wear funny clothes.
They stand up in front of masses,
shout a song of lies
to totalitarian drumbeats.
They are monsters wearing crocodile smiles.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
Love, camaraderie and poetry
You always did love it here.
HOW DO YOU save a poem as a DRAFT on here anymore? Help! I've been gone for a year and the save as draft button is gone?
Acacia tree sunsets over Lake Turkana
Yes, you always did love it here
Drawing Crocodiles on my wheel
The mouse in your hoodie
The hurt
the homeless
and all those people
you always did love it here.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
Happiness is beyond the mountains, across a marsh of sinking mud
that ***** and pulls at you.
It is across great acidic lakes of sulpher, filled with the sharp teeth of
crocodiles that gnaw and bite at you!
It's path is littered with bitter sweet and painful memories.
No, happiness is not for everyone;
You gave me happiness once and now look at me?
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
Thick skin, big body and sharp teeth, they slay
These greedy animals hunt for their prey
Their goal is to get all what they want
In the darkness of the night they usually hunt
Crocodiles and snakes, they attack like storms
How big are those reptiles as compared to the worms?
Now modern predators are in tuxedo’s and suits
With shiny eyeglasses or well-polished boots
These greedy creatures scattered in this world
They always make the biggest stories ever told…
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC