#roaring
She Whispered last Night,
let's go Exploring.
With that.....the Lion in Me,
began His Roaring.
She was a perfect Beauty,
a White Rose among the Thorns.
Ready to mate Her Devil,
without His Two Horns.
The seasoned Artist in Me,
had Eyes set on Her Campus.
She guided My ***** Lips,
to paint them on Her Canvas.
I coloured My Masterpiece,
with Moans and Whispers.
By the time I was done,
She was tickling My Whiskers.
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
A roaring fire
A cold snap
Colder pins and needles
Winter plummets
Icy flow
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 11:10 AM UTC
What's wrong with you?
Who do you think you are?
Look, he thinks he's tough,
he thinks he knows everything
Seriously who does he think he is
Do you think you're Prince Regent
You think you're a hard man, yeah!
How dare you, how ****** dare you
You wanna mess with us, do you, big man
Don't you know who we are!
We the business, we're more than you
We ****** rule the ******* ****** world
We rule your *** we make and bend the law
We take and we give, we are the ****** ********
We block and you're finished, no ****** **** no life
We come from the South, East, West and ****** North
We are gangsters and we got the contacts and the contracts
When we say jump, you ask, how ****** high should I jump
Look this ****** small geezer playing with us
How dare you making us feel frustrated and stupid
We'll got all kinds of mind **** ready to do your head in
How dare you not play ball, a woman set up to wind you up
Now we're not getting inside gossip and juicy stories to use
Now all the women waiting eagerly to hear bedroom gossip
are all disappointed cause you are not following the ****** plot
We can't bend your head and frustrate you and stress you out
You ****** small man, you're not even tall and you wanna diss us.
Who are you you little ******
We spend all our valuable time taunting you
We try and depress and torment you and you laugh
What do you want, do you wanna mess with People's Power
We can make you disappear if we want, do you know that big boy
We put all kind of moves on yer and yet you struts like a king
We harass your ****** mind and try to demoralize you
Listen sunshine you better stop being such a ******* smart ***
You think you ******* know everything, making us look stupid.
You better watch out, you better watch ****** out
Cause ain't no Santa coming for you, we are the Rulers
And we hate you and your big ******* **** you ain't got *****
You are costing us ****** money, time and energy, you effin ****
Do you know some of us sit all day thinking up ways to get at you
Do you know some wait in the ****** cold to watch you all day
You think its easy having to think up nonsensical things to write
Or making up all kinds of scenarios all because of you ********
You think you are superman, Atlas and Einstein rolled into one!
Do you, George, Answer me George.....answer Me!!!
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
Dear Child,
When you howl at the moon
Roaring about lost loves and broken parts
About the stories that ended in shatters
And a scissor snipped life
Know that I hear you
And that I am always here for you
When you glance at my stars
And wish a wish that resides so dearly within your heart
Know that every whispered wish has been delivered
And someday soon it will be answered
When you notice the darkness between the light
The one that seems to mirror your screeching fright
And reflect your own life
Know I will soon fade
And that the day always comes after the night
With Love,
Your Night Sky
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
rocks held my troubles
& got tossed in the ocean
where they sank deeply
in the depths of the roaring cage
that couldn’t arrest my soul.
i thanked the moon
& watched as her body glowed
and waned to a milky curve –
crescent, like the smile of a satisfied lover.
the waves met me at the shore
longing to embrace
but instead whispering
in between tender crashes,
you are hallowed, not hollow
you are hallowed, not hollow.
i understood.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
The sky
A reflection of the sea.
Is that what I am?
A reflection of who I want to be?
It’s wrong
That my words are gentle ripples.
When I want them to be
Roaring oceans.
My reflection is a sea
Trapped inside a raindrop
I’m going to break free
With crashing waves inside of me.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
.
to me
watch
me make
your periods
turn
to
tears
she came to me
my eyes had been stale
she seemed to have
enough life
in
her
eyes
we were confused
she set my eyes ablaze
with her tainted love
she has
an
measurement requirement
aside from poetry
this thought makes me
nauseous
to
think
she thought
like that
she
is
no piece
of
meat
now she is no peace in meet
how repentant
am
i
if the truth hurts
maybe
thats
why
we
wanted
to make her cry
not to be mean
perhaps show her
what we mean
i
mean
really
ok
ok
they clang
?
...
..
.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 8:30 AM UTC
How unsettling
Now I'll rest
until
The roaring waves
roll down
to
Complete stillness
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC
The world is quiet here.
Woes are never near
Because someone here
Will always lend an ear
Or give a cheer
And never leer.
So even though it's roaring, dear,
The world is quiet here.
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
You need me in your boredom,
I can calm down your roaring,
Fill up your emptiness with love,
I can spice up your bedroom,
And love your unlovable soul.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 4:08 AM UTC
I heard the wild thunders as they approached my territory .
I felt your thirst for my blood in the air we call used to call home .
I listened out for your remorsefulness in the way you ran against peace.
Silently I stood there waiting for the tides to turn in my favor .
Silently I stood there with my mouth open waiting to join your pack.
Silently I stood there waiting for your voice to pull me into your winds .
Blamelessly I stood on the cliff holding on to my dying flowers .
Blamelessly I stood on the cliff holding on the roaring currents .
Blamelessly I stood on the cliff only to descend to grave sites that I know not of .
**But don't agonize over me because
I got used to the fall, to the cold, to the anguish.
Above everything else I bloomed before you even noticed.
So be sure you're not afraid when I rise above thunders and roaring currents .**
I AM A CLIFF SURVIVOR
I know how these things work ..........
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
Hello.
Welcome to my poem.
I would like to introduce you to
a few words of mine.
The words come from my mind.
I can't remember where my mind found them
Like a friend, they comfort me,
grow me, make sense of me.
My mind is open. Step on in now.
Come in, have a seat,
the words will be home shortly.
Be sure and take your shoes off
and close the door,
we wouldn’t want to let any dirt in.
You and I talk for a while. We share a few
words of our own.
There is a quick, heavy knock at the door,
the first word barges in.
Slightly rough, tired and stressed, comes up,
shakes the hand.
“Hello, I am Fear”
So Fear comes in and sits.
We talk for a while. Share a few more
words of our own.
Then another knock at the door. A hesitant tap, like
someone was left behind.
Fear says “oh, thats my Of”
Fear yells at the door to “come in
and close the door and take your shoes off,
keep the dirt out.”
So we all sit and pass around
some words now.
It’s taking a while though.
It’s almost nightfall, and there
is one more word.
The sun is going down. Moon in the clouds.
A Word loud, roaring closer and closer.
A growing Light ending in my eyes.
A Light entering through the windows of my mind.
"Come in Come in!"
Such glorious Light. My door is open.
The knock is loud. From every direction.
Of is curled up in the couch.
"Fear" just ****** on the white carpet.
This knock will never end.
The door opens.
"Of" pulls it together, brings "Fear" to its feet.
Both "Fear" and "Of" stand to welcome this Word at the door, and together,
like a friend,
they comfort me,
they grow me,
make sense of me.
The last Word comes and sits with me.
All sharing words with the
"Fear Of God."
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
My skull echos loudly
Inside are roaring thoughts
Pounding like waves crashing into ships
I need quiet, I need tranquility
Perhaps if I opened the lid of my scalp
I could spill out all the excess noise
As I sew my scalp in place Clarity would whisper in my ear "peace is yours dear"
Clarity sweeping her delacate fingers across my restless bones
The rattling would stop
The roaring would silence
At the touch of Clarity 's shimmering skin
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
I look out to the sea
Which reminds me of you
My thoughts reach out
But you get carried further away
To the depths of despair
To the farthest corner
You leave me behind
But my boat still stays
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
High atop the waves, over looking the world apart
she stands with tender hands, ready to caress Seas Heart
calming the storm, riding the waves
water will sound, hiding in the tiniest caves
echoes through night, to hear his masters voice
his head held high, nudging her lovely choice
until the morning breaks, the dew breaks over the ocean
the salt as thick as thieves, while the waves are roaring like a locomotion ...
Rose, an offspring of beauty and strength,
skies of fire and burn from afar and add quite a length
floods of water racing over the top
head pounding like fire, what a flop
burning sensations of the salt
to the tongue taste like malt
Rose pulled and prodded what a enchanted fairly was she
Seas Heart raged back neighing, a free spirit was he
trying to find their home once again
their copulation coming to a glorious end.
Debbie Brooks 2014
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC