"chickened" poems
The first kid was a rat. Oh he was so crude and mean. He said:
"Make her eat that!" and pointed to dirt-drenched, ice cream.
The second kid was a sucker for shows. He laughed and such a stupid pose.
But girls have power too ya know.
Girls tend to be smart, and...oh no...
She scooped the food, tears down her eyes, bidding her last goodbyes. Up it went, leaving no traces....
Up to the sky! "Wham!" Into their faces. She laughed and ran on full speed. Jumped a bush and climbed a tree.
"She's like a squirrel!" The first boy yelled.
"Well get up there and push her down!"
The second boy was looking high.
The girl giggled and mocked "So boys do cry."
The second boy ran off, and chickened out.
The first boy said," I can get you no doubt!"
He hopped and hopped and grasped the first branch, then he swung and swung, but couldn't touch the next.
While he struggled so hard the girl, quietly climbed down.
He'd never figure, she was on the other side, on the ground.
She slowly tipped away and went on, back home.
The boys best learn their lessons, and leave this girl alone
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
I have a million things to say.
Yet I keep silent.
I pepper my conversations with pregnant pauses --
Uncomfortable breaks which throw the whole thing off kilter
and send the other party slinking away.
Much later I practice what I might have said --
Something remarkable or brazen, hilarious or incredibly insightful.
But it's much too late.
Like a show horse balking at a gate, I arrived at the moment of truth
and chickened out.
I could have made the jump, I just lacked the necessary courage.
I marvel at people who are so
comfortable in their own skins that they can
talk with ease and aplum in any situation.
I envy them.
Truth be told, I hate them.
Don't they know I have something great to say?
I'm just a little slow on the draw...
Okay, a lot slow...
But I do have a million things to say.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 5:17 PM UTC
that seven days-
i still think about the idea of someone sleeping outside in the cold-
i get very nervous and sad-
when it's cold and i am smoking in front of my home-
then again i kinda smirk and smile-
i know it could happen again-
me outside after the library closes-
sitting and waiting-
wishing and hoping-
i never thought that day would come-
shopping at the dollar store-
thinking i can make it-
all i need is something-
if it rains-
if it rains-
if it rains-
well it did and it got dark-
so i chickened out of the outdoors-
i went in search of warmth-
i found the only fresh grass in the whole parking lot-
darkness is different in the forest-
darkness is different in the city-
Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 9:03 PM UTC
I wrote you a poem,
But you never saw it.
All those years ago,
Folded in my pocket.
It didn't say much.
It was short and it was sweet.
It said just enough,
Explained my thoughts complete.
I can still remember
Just how it goes:
I said that I loved you,
But now you'll never know.
I meant to be cliche,
Slip it in your notebook.
Something you could read
When you were alone, but
I guess I chickened out,
Or perhaps I just forgot
Because the next thing I know
I sent it through the wash.
Couldn't read a thing.
Ruined, had to go.
I wrote that I loved you,
But now you wouldn't know.
Never was the one
To discuss my feelings.
Couldn't open up,
Reveal vulnerabilities.
So instead I wrote them down.
It seemed safe that way.
But I knew if you read it
The result would be the same.
So I never tried again,
I let it go.
Still knew that I loved you,
Relieved you'd never know.
Perhaps it was fate
Or the things I couldn't say,
But we reached that point
Where you went your separate way.
Now I only write
For myself and strangers.
Anonymity means
Very little danger.
And I understand
Why you had to go,
But I'll love you forever,
Even if you never know.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
I’ll tell you, I am not ashamed
I was afraid to get on that plane
I was so young and full of doubt
I think I almost chickened out
And yet within that doubt I found
Understanding, common ground
With someone who showed me the way
Afraid
I followed
Someone brave
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 10:04 AM UTC
The turkey-oh-gee, on
Isn’t the same
As turg-ee-ohg-heeee.
I chickened a buffalo.
Do moke smock in
The biff part this marks
The spot I’m not skipsing
This was longer ago.
Aug 22, 2011
Aug 22, 2011 at 11:28 PM UTC
It didn’t really happen. I was awkward,
a sloppy crocheting of clumsy hands.
I was scared of my body; or maybe,
I was scared of her body. Foreign,
but bright from the veil of curtains
slighting a late spring light. I kissed
like a maniac, but when it came down
to the business of pleasure, I could not
make a transaction. She later told me
I could have gone on longer
than my half-a-minute slow grind before
I chickened out. Even now, after
my fifth major relationship and plenty
of romping and dancing atop mattresses
mine and not mine, I feel my first ****
is how I approach love. Tentative,
too contemplative, and none-so-bold.
Perhaps it is because I learned early,
to hate myself, this body that is still
so new to me: twenty-five years owned
and I still don’t know how to love myself.
I just hope that one day, I will be that light
streaming into the room, touching everything
around it, feeling with tender warmth
the goodness of what soon hinders its path
casting shadows behind what I come to kiss.
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
I remember your hands.
They are strong and gentle!
I remember your eyes.
They're incredibly deep!
I remember your lips.
They're so mint and sinner!
I remember your voice.
It's the passion indeed!
I remember all:
As I was without you,
Alone as a pup,
Thrown into a ditch.
Weltered in life,
Ruined disgusting.
I was forgotten,
Dusted and *******
I remember you.
You looked afar,
Past me at all,
As if an unknown.
You were so scared.
You chickened out,
You disappeared.
I'm now a stone.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 5:25 PM UTC
Do you think you're better off alone?
When the ceiling of a ***** room
Is the night sky and stars and
You're getting comfortable in late night gloom.
.
I'd hate to go home alone but I never left my bed.
.
What's worth the air in your lungs today?
Is it the people you forgot to keep in touch with
Or the helpless yearning for something
Or the life you remember you used to miss.
.
I smoke cigarettes for the warmth in my lungs
And the burn in my throat
Like one thousand bright suns.
.
You could've been vulnerable and explained that
You'd **** for an hour with warm arms around you
And a listening ear, and ****** movies on Netflix
And that cry you refused to allow yourself to do.
.
If any less of a **** was given about your problems
The whole world would be constipated
Permanently.
.
I could've pretended awkward hands in the dead of night
Meant true love, meant something, meant, at least, mutual 'like'.
But denials' for people who don't think so much
And thinkings' my best ally and my worst crutch.
.
You should take hold of your life today, get up, do something
But this bed is safe, this bed is familiar for the ambition-less
And you're the only one who shat there
So sleep in it.
.
The futures' only bright for optimists and I'd never be accused of that.
.
When I'm getting tired of wrapping a lack of feeling
Into precise stanzas, lines, and rhymes
Maybe I'll figure out what I've been rambling on about
Stand up, and live my life.
.
Eenie, meanie, miney, mo
What the **** is life good for
I'll trade you a penny, you give me a dime
And we're all still running on borrowed time.
.
You're too tired to sleep today; three more and you won't wake up.
.
This is the end, I've picked out a date
Got everything planned out, no one's awake, no one can stop me.
Wait. I chickened out, missed it again, failed like the failure I am.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
.
Isolation's only fun for the people with nothing better to do.
.
There's no good way to end something that began badly.
I should remember that
It's a good line
Almost proverbial.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
We are gathered
Here
Today
In holy matrimony
With each-other
Though we continue
To pretend otherwise
-----
---
We ofttimes say
We are against war with other
Countries
But we still find it okay
To hate our ex boy or girl friends
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We can choose to see the best in each-other
Or see the worst
We choose to see the worst
Because we feel safe
Hiding behind a wall of anger
-----
Even our love is fake
Only false sentimentality
Masking our possessive
Addictions
..
Addicted to sadness!
(This just another hiding place)
-----
We are gathered here today in.......
WELL
We SHOULD be gathered
Here
Today
In Holy matrimony
With each-other
But we chickened out
And decided
To act like stupid Americans
Which
Unfortunately
Has become
A rather
Easy thing
To do
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MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON OUR SOULS!
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC
the women in my family always have answers they don’t know how to pause wonder me and nobody meet today she walks funny strange we glance smile giggle i am captivated ask for her number she gives it to me i wait day then call we make date meet for coffee talk laugh she tells me about her folks brothers i listen we walk home flirt tease she admires my place paintings i pour 2 glasses of red wine she grabs embraces heart beating wildly we kiss ***** caress strip **** **** cuddle no one and i begin seeing each other falling in love feeling happy content take each other wherever we go celebrate our anniversary i want her so bad ask ms. nonentity to please marry me she laughs nervously says yes our parents family disapprove we elope me and no one create a life history no that’s not actually true i chickened out lost the love of my life now never married no children no one interested wants me my paintings ms. nobody realizes we have been married for many long years what’s wrong why am i so unnoticed hello? are there words on this page? invisible fiction nobody smiles approvingly she takes my hand kisses it lays her head on my lap i gently stroke her head long hair
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 9:39 AM UTC
Went to the place I know you hang out but you no showed.
Sat for a few hours but did not drink the *** and coke I ordered.
Chickened out of commenting after your posted on Google plus.
Count down to Friday and will be hanging with buds again.
Hope you read this and know you are welcomed to join my table if you show up.
Hope you finally read this and know I like you and you realize I am alive.
Risk taker who likes you but I'm too shy to say hi as the real me on the internet.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
So guess what I feel **** again,
Because against my anxiety I just can’t win,
All I needed to say was thank you,
But for some reason I just couldn’t do,
Don’t get me wrong I was grateful,
But it wouldn’t come out and now I feel so hateful,
They treat me so nice and buy me dinner,
I couldn’t say thanks I feel like such a sinner,
When I try to speak up,
All my demons won’t shut up,
So yes I chickened out again,
It would be easier to do with a pen,
Don’t be surprised this is nothing new,
Chickening out is usually what I do,
Every time I feel so bad,
And the memories make me sad,
I know it makes absolutely no sense,
That something so simple makes me all tense,
What must they think of me?
So ungrateful I must seem to be,
I wish it would just come out,
Because now it’s all I think about,
I know in my head that it would’ve been fine,
If I had just said thanks for letting me dine,
But I just couldn’t quench the fear,
The fear of nothing it would appear,
I’m just too scared to use my voice,
Even though I know it’s the wrong choice,
So congratulations anxiety to you,
You beat me again like you always do.
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
The knife is over her wrist
Once agen
She chickened out
Nomoruse times before
"Life means as much as the person"
She whispers"and from what you say I mean less than
The food I eat" the cafeteria was watching this girl
Most had no idea who she was
No idea why tears dropped on her wrist
Only to be washed away by the crimson blood
Eyes flew to the boy that was standing
In paralyzed ****
A month ago he brag of getting into her pants
But he was not the first
Far from it
The few who knew her
Remembered how they call her a ***** and *****
On nothing more than the words of *** crazed boys
Who Say how they "taped that ****
And silence ended as the knife dropped to the ground
Along with the boy who tries to hold her up right
But it was over
The boy to confused to know to apply presser
The crowed in compleat anarchy
But none will forget her last words "I'm sorry"
She doesn't even get a dramatic rush from the ambulance.
And worst of all
none will forgive them self
that she died a ******
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
Dark brown hair, darting eyes.
Want to look, 'stead I sigh.
Passes by, looks my way.
Should I ask for a date?
If I wait, will I lose?
Was her flirt just a ruse?
Passion brews, in my heart.
Could a love affair start?
Eyes still dart, look around.
Can she hear, my heart's sound?
Going down, need to know.
If I ask, tell me no?
So I go, out the door.
Not a word, nothing more.
Same old score, chickened out.
It’s what fear’s all about.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
"Go on try it, you know you"
"Want too"
But I've been told its addictive
"Who told you that its not I have
Done loads of times"
*I feel ***** you do it first*
"Ok"
"Quiet"
"Shhhh"
"I have to concentrate"
Wait you've never done it
What was with I have done it loads of times
"No"
"Yes"
"Maybe"
"I had tried but chickened out"
Jesus your an idiot
I'll do it, you watch the door
"Its clear"
"Do it before someone see's"
?
?
?
Life is an ocean, of which
There are the
Swimmers
Who float along on life,
But the are those that
Life
Is but a struggle
Treading water, as if a last breath
Was the last to breathe
The ocean of life can drag you under,
Always keep your head held high
And let you feet do the rest.
"What was it like"
Ecstasy
My mind is on a high
"Let me try"
No
I'm addicted after one hit,
Do you want a hit
"Me"
"No I've changed my mind"
"Words I think aren't my chosen high"
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
****
All the chances i had to ignite the moments but i chickened out
****
All the time i had to ask you out but i keep on saying next time
****
All the dreams i had about us but they only remain as dream
****
All the spur moments i had with you yet i ****** away.
****
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC