"cowardness" poems
Some say 'shyness is pride'
Some say 'shyness is cowardness'
Well what do the shy say?
They are well guarded,
With a wall so high and thick,
With traps and the unknown,
A fortress concealing what?
If shyness were pride,
Could it conceal great weapons?
If that were so,
Will those weapons bring benefits of utter destruction?
Should it be regarded as selfish or humble?
If shyness is cowardness,
could it conceal weakness?
If that were so,
Shouldn't the shy be regarded as being strong in a way?
The shy are mysterious and often misunderstood,
But really, what do the shy say?
We might never know,
Considering the fact they never reveal anything,
Be it great or not.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
death before dishonor
is it all about the name
or is all about the respect
will you die before dishonor
or dishonor your self and live
shall you die with honor
and no fear and be know
or live with being
dishonor from your pride
and know that
your living your sins
because you choose to
dishonor yourself with
your cowardness or
fearless and honored
as one who had
no fear
death before dishonor
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
We all have an aura .. Around our bodies
Aura magnetic aura's are they
Like a magnet one side attracts the other
Pushes some things thus so away
How often has one said she's lovely he's not
What had her choose him wondering why
How often has one been drawn to another
So many have remarked re this cannot deny
Walking into a room one's drawn to another
Or as well pushed away from one the see
It's like a magnet pulling pushing drawing
It's the science of lovedoing it's thing basicly
One's aura is a powerful thing at times in life
Doing as it does so often naturally in it's way
Bringing souls together or rejecting them
Without us knowing often upon night or day
Aura's indicate positive negative like dislike
It's a natural thing that surrounds us true
Aura's read Red anger Yellow cowardness
And sadness at times comes in shades of blue
terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
connected with love
there lais the ****
and itchi
as a dard , a poisonous
and **** pain
love is a heartbreak,
pain is refreshing,
as an addicted to feel,
don't specting but pain
and spittings, then the suffering,
after all happens, they love me, back
after the hurt, i don't look back,
used to , feeling their
love,
after i'm trew
like an insomniac,
feeling the love
after the hurt
like a heartless man,
specting some brave femme,
that holds mi hand,
DURING,
not after is over,
AFTER THE SPITS
AND THE HATE,
y never look back.
c'est tout c'est tout.
but love is all over
after i clean my face
i can't feel it no more,
pride or wise,
who knows , who .
no regrets, im lucky ,
for trie to love,
maybe is not love , is
only passion, and pain,
like a ****** or a fool
who knows, could i love her
yes
should i love her
NO
respect and
compassion,
are essential,
should i no, could i,
maybe i can't, not being
is a curse, in some way
not being was my cruce,
and can't use it as a crutch
and my curse sting like the bugs
for the creeps system,
like a cyborg, with a camera, in my eye,
and a phone, in my ear and my ***
maybe cyborgs,
can't be loved , in
the right time, or
cowardness winns,and
is a rule, in the circles of
hate, some wankers are.
some peace and
privacy, would be cool
my life is like nutshell
the only one of y kind
no common points, all alone
nothing cost, all is easy,
love, even hate, physics,
and humanity, more human
than humans.
in the end, love
probes he's there,
watching, threw his strings,
should i could i
who knows, who knows
connected, and painful
is the road,
LOOKING SOMETHING
SWEET, AS STRAWBERRY
MARMALADE,
ON HER **** BODY
but is only pain
what's left, and the spits
on my face. should i
maybe, but i can't.
after all the pain,
and the smile, on
the creeps faces,
but connected is the pain,
with the trie to love,
but i can't love the spits
on my face.
could i, who knows who knows.
pride or wise, love o hate,
respect is essential,
in everything, love or hate.
respect is what's left, should
y love the one who help that ****
pride or wise, who knows
respect is all is left.
respect is love,
pain is not, and know
is all what's left.
sweet and itchi
**** *** hell,
like the venom,
of the snake ,
is that old,
**** heart pain.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC
the shadow in the corner,
looks at me, whispers,
and whispers, at me ear,
looking for a way, to
become and merge with me.
as an insisting parasite,
as a shadow inside me,
but futile, and vain,
i'm too egotic, to let him.
enjoying my years of pain,
as a heartless man,
but the whispers, share his
childish flashes, a futile pursuit.
to myself, to be merge,
with creeps, cowards,
and annoyingly vain.
the poets secret crown, of
lovers in heaven, golden and
invisible, but made of pain.
cover my head, as a dead poet,
passing at this era, not blind or
vain, but true, and loving every girl.
even those i hate, the sexi hip bones.
the ego of a lion, never can be merge,
with a creep, pathetic and weak,
but he tries still.
wise by pain and deceit,
a lover in the prime, longing,
loving, watching, smelling them all.
with or without, gauche or droit.
tout le femme, e belle et magnifique,
comme le pleure de madeleine,
le sacre femme.
and this shadow, in me ear,
wants to be me,and make them feel,
complete and divine, as a goddess.
as y make them feel.
or a lioness, in the hand of a fouling,
and feverishly beast. burning and longing,
for the tresor, in their chalis, as mother earth,
smelling as her, as a jungle, and a door,
to infinite delights, between their thighs.
the shadow in my ear, y can see her pain,
but, it was his ******* choice, trie to be me,
and didn't make it, for being weak.
as an adult, inside the veil,
of a mouse's in a suit, the persistence
is futile, a shadow, trying in vain,
to be as me, but can't be but himself.
a lame little shadow mouse, in loved,
with a beast, can't love until she love
herself.
can't live or know anybody,
until he knows himself, and accept
his truth, until that happens, nothing,
will save him from him,
and his shame, is a cross.
as a man, can't live, as a boy either.
just as a shadow, in my body, trying to be me.
but failing at it, to weak and vain, to be me.
all y think, as i watch her, is thinking,
and for this **** almost burn my ***
and destroy my life, good choices, babes
but all wrongs, can't be forgiven,
or excused. all the pain was
hell on earth, but still unbreakable.
and loving even those that y still
hate, the lover's love even **** haters.
covered by lies, y emerge from the hell
some girls create, for the one, who wasn't.
an they where never me.
and now anyone can see. it was only
lies and deceit, little girls playing dodgeball,
for the shame of the creeps
not everything can be forgiven,
as y say, good choice babes.
20 years later, they still can't be me,
or not feel ashamed for their weakness,
or accepting their fate, and being without
feeling a ******* disgrace,
but nothing to
be ashamed of,
just their cowardness,
like tigers not accepting
the stripes,
creepy shadow on my wall,
you will never be me.
accept it and be free,
or you'll end up blowing lucy,
in the basement, loving the burning,
of HELL.
as THE shadow of a mouse,
in Lucy's playground,
suffering, and being only
you, the one you hate.
but you never were me.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 12:06 AM UTC
The ***** don't hold me no more,
Not tempted to go down that line,
Just to stop thinking and to feel somehow alive,
It was a destructive time, that's for sure
The nauseau it gave, the nerves it played
No good ever came from this game
It runs in my genes,
But it will not bring me to my knees,
I've managed better without,
Than I ever would with
I drank to gain courage
I drank to be myself
I drank out of cowardness,
that's what I did
Afraid to be sober
What would they think of me?
What would they say?
When I was drunk,
I simply did not care
I drank to feel happy
Or feel nothing at all
I drank to be promiscuous
To fill the void in my soul
I drank to meet you,
Because I was afraid to say hello
I started to drink to get by,
And felt empty when not,
I drew the line at that point,
To stop myself from selfdestruct
I've seen those paths firsthand,
From I was little to now,
I choose my life,
Not the alcohol in sight
The pain that it causes,
To both the person itself and those around,
Are worse than the agony
of keeping yourself sober...
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
In time she'll stop looking back
With bitterness at all the
Boys that ate the frosting and
Ignored the layers of cake;
Substance and endless surprises.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
Catch you
my breath,
shambolic hope,
flustered thought.
Take you:
glimmer kissed tear,
aphotic state,
penny drop.
Hold you
my ridicule,
cowardness,
dreary repetitive wish.
Their weight devours me so.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 8:06 PM UTC
I never feel down in the morning
Yet I don't participate and
Continue to complain every day
That I've yet to live,
Sure I'm living
But I'm not living,
I'm the drifting drag that
You really hate talking to,
This gets annoying most of the time
And I should really stop all this self-loathing,
Problem is it's the only excuse I have
For doing nothing,
I can't let that go
Else I'll be a cabage full of cowardness,
Dealing with one too many problems.
Mr.Problematic Me needs to fix a few things.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
I'm not as free as I thought I'd be
I thought I broke free
I'm not as free as I thought I'd be
I was sure my mind was open
Certainty only grounded in guilded notions
I'm not as free as I thought I'd be
Illusions dance on the film of my memory
They call to me and resound liberty
Memories, when well thought of only
echo regret and cowardness
I'm not as free as I thought I'd be
Consumed and driven by fear
No laughter or chaos near
No lights or playful sights
I'm not as free as I thought I'd be
For my life is played out safely behind
Glass
Mar 10, 2012
Mar 10, 2012 at 9:23 PM UTC
He tells her he loves her
and hes telling the truth?
how does she know its true?
when he tells her shes stupid?
when he puts the bruises reminding her of that night?
when he screams in her face?
when he pushes her against the wall with the gun to her head
seconds from killing her?
when she cries at night and he tells her to shut up?
No
That is not love
Love is not cowardness
HE is cowardness
and THATS the truth..
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 6:34 AM UTC
"If you can't feed a hundred
Feed just one"
She said
Yet millions of mouths today
Are not properly fed
She said that luck is nothing
Only "preparation meeting opportunity "
Yet to the date,unluckiness
Is cursed infinity!
She said that "you can achieve anything
If you've got enough nerve"
But yet cowardness
Is ready to be served
"Being treated like a second class citizen"
She was now tired
Yet millions like her today
Have their black color inquired
"Alone we can do so little
Together we can do so much"
Said, the famous blind girl
Yet her unity, is trapped in a hutch
"A child, a teacher, a book and a pen
Can change the world" she said
But yet millions of them today
are considered illiterate instead!
Essential things, quoted beautifully
By Hellen kellar and Malala Yousufzai
Hundreds of courageous ones, to be set free
As asked by Oprah Winfrey
Thousands of them to be loved
Said by Mother Teresa, our beloved
Can you ignore these sayings?
By Rose Parks and JK Rowling
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
The silence of a gun never ment the cease of a war
Silence of words never ment the tongue was at war
Dining with the demons that had U good
Mistaken your silence for absence
Your retreat for your cowardness
Over reaction for your madness
Retract and the soul was lost amidst other lost souls
You're angry and i mistook it for weakness.
That tremble on your lips was worth the put down of your mouth
But the flow in your eyes told tales that your tongue failed to set forth.
A flow of pain crossing down the beautiful valley and mountain of ur cheeks
It felt solely silent as the minds flew..
It felt solely as absence grew
Memories that never was
That you never knew
Showed your back on my facet
Never to retrace the lost step
Back to the unpleading heart.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
My friends can’t see
That I’m full of anxiety
My mom doesn’t notice
the true reality
All my laughs feel fake
And any moment I’m about to break
To you, I may seem normal
But inside I’m in turmoil
My mind is full of darkness
And my heart is full of cowardness
How do I get repaired
When I feel so impaired
My dreams seem like a distant worry
When tomorrow seems so dreary
I have all these burdens.
And every day it worsens
I am what you cannot perceive.
Everyone is under the deceive
That I take life in a stride.
But the real me is drowning inside
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
Hd was brave though his actions were lame
Many days and nights he cinfessed to her true love
All fell on deaf ears
He was quick to smiling and per thought of her
He always talked to her and exchanged great joy
This time, he knew her program flow
Ready to launch his beloved words
To awaken his dream of speech
Negativity seen in his faces as he received slaps for all those moments he tried
She is complicated but finest of a lady
When she wears non else can compete
To him he was in a venture of reality but cautioned with disability
She many atimes came to him as much as he wished
Danced to her music and ate of her food
His worry was to catch up with her class for her shoe was worth his belongs.
Then this one time they went for a walk, in his borrowed clothes couldnt keep the teeth in for a miracle to walk with a fine lady
He stood up his voice and called.. waitress give her as she likes
She wasnt extravagant but the prices were
He wondered how many teeth he was to trade and pay the bill in his heart he would rather sale a kidney.
Poor him in a ridiculous state of anxiousness
He wakes up to fulfill his dream of saying Hi amidst the thousand of affairs he dead had with her
The only chance was in a shopping, when the playing kids dropped an unpaid icon to his pockets
He moves around and about to opt for running out to her car on realizing she was departing
Her heels clamped everyones sight, and as he passed the entrance with crammed sentences of liberation, alarms backed him arrested. He made his first move on cold cuffs
The impression buried hopes of a cowardness in a stereo of desired and cracked reputation
She gazed in disappointed and he flee in glory
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 4:49 AM UTC
I hated my life before
Felt like my soul was being tore
With heartbreaks, mistakes, and cowardness
Lost my faith and gratefulness
Every day was like a major test
Each day was a struggle but I tried my best
I sacrificed what I thought was wrong
Cried every night but showed them I'm strong
Now I found my happiness
Through my family and friends
Appreciating little things in life
And the joy that life brings despite every strife
Jan 30, 2022
Jan 30, 2022 at 11:02 AM UTC
The silence of a gun never meant the cease of a war
The silence of word never meant the tongue was at war
Dining with demons that had U good
Mistaken your silence for absence
Your retreat for your cowardness
Over reaction for madness
Retract and the soul was lost amidst other lost souls
You're angry and i mistook it for weakness
That tremble on your lips was worth the put down of your tongue
But the flow in your eyes told tales that your tongue failed to set forth
A flow of pain crossing down the beautiful valley and mountains of your cheeks
It felt solely as absence grew
Memories that never was
That you never knew
Showed your back on my facet
Never to retrace the lost step
Back to the unpleading heart.
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC