"crowed" poems
Sometimes it hurts so much not to cry when you have to hold it inside you and it hurts so much to be in a crowed room
and you have to hold it in because if she sees you
crying she'll know it's because she stomped on your chest
and caused your heart to deflate like a lazy balloon and
in that moment you feel so alone and
empty
and so you start to cry.
And everyone consoles you and pats you on the back and tells you it'll be okay
but this isn't what you wanted
it wasn't supposed to happen like this
"no no no leave me alone
just stop
I'm fine I have allergies jesus."
And crying doesn't fit your aesthetic,
emotion doesn't fit your aesthetic,
love doesn't fit your aesthetic. So you get your **** together.
You go to the bathroom and you wash your face and you get your **** together and you fix your makeup
because runny mascara does not fit your aesthetic
and neither does
heartbreak.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 4:45 PM UTC
They always told me to be afraid
of the monsters that lay under my bed.
Years and years I spent terrified,
too afraid to walk outside,
too afraid to live my life.
“Monsters! Monsters!” they told me,
Be afraid of the monsters!
They’ll watch as you teeter the edges of insanity,
they’ll laugh as you fall into the abyss of despair.
They’ll creep closer when you’ve stumbled to never get back up,
they’ll come to take you when you’ve finally lost all hope.
“Monster! Monsters!” they told me,
They’re everywhere!
I searched in the shadows,
I ripped through the closets,
I tore down the walls,
I looked under beds,
Yet never could I find the creatures that made my tears shed!
Where?
Where are the beasts of the night?
The ones that haunt me with their deviled flight!
And finally one day,
But only years and years later,
I finally understood.
After never knowing where my monsters lay,
I found I could see right through their big display.
Right in front of me screaming,
“Monsters! Monsters!” as they giggled and crowed
the terrible creatures had finally showed.
Ugly and foul,
smiling at me as they told me to be afraid.
There were never any monsters.
There was only just us.
It had always been just us.
And when I finally got up…
I smiled.
Then with them we walked to another young child.
All alone and afraid,
I sat down next to her whispering as soft as I could …
“Monsters! Monsters!” I said,
Everywhere there are monsters!
Laughing I saw the fear creep into her eyes.
I watched as the horror began,
and even as we crowed joyfully I yelled to her:
…always be afraid of the monsters…
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 4:29 PM UTC
Isabel met an enormous bear,
Isabel, Isabel, didn't care;
The bear was hungry, the bear was ravenous,
The bear's big mouth was cruel and cavernous.
The bear said, Isabel, glad to meet you,
How do, Isabel, now I'll eat you!
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry.
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She washed her hands and she straightened her hair up,
Then Isabel quietly ate the bear up.
Once in a night as black as pitch
Isabel met a wicked old witch.
the witch's face was cross and wrinkled,
The witch's gums with teeth were sprinkled.
** ** Isabel! the old witch crowed,
I'll turn you into an ugly toad!
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry,
She showed no rage and she showed no rancor,
But she turned the witch into milk and drank her.
Isabel met a hideous giant,
Isabel continued self reliant.
The giant was hairy, the giant was horrid,
He had one eye in the middle of his forhead.
Good morning, Isabel, the giant said,
I'll grind your bones to make my bread.
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She nibled the zwieback that she always fed off,
And when it was gone, she cut the giant's head off.
Isabel met a troublesome doctor,
He punched and he poked till he really shocked her.
The doctor's talk was of coughs and chills
And the doctor's satchel bulged with pills.
The doctor said unto Isabel,
Swallow this, it will make you well.
Isabel, Isabel, didn't worry,
Isabel didn't scream or scurry.
She took those pills from the pill concocter,
And Isabel calmly cured the doctor.
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I shake and people worry
I pretend I'm normal and okay
but inside I'm dead
and while I have my normal mask on
they treat me like I am a person
not some depressed, psychopath
when I am normal to them
they hug me and this feels like ants
they touch my shoulder i shutter
it all fuels my anxiety
my leg begins to shake
my mind begins to race
I hear every noise in the crowed
it fuels it from
the sniffle to
the bobby pin that fell out of her hair
the world is so loud
the words in the world come to me so negatively
maybes gives me no hope
when people tell me I'm alright
**** when I tell myself I'm okay and I'm not
laughter makes me want to give up on every thing
its the one thing I would give the world to do again
is real laughter
a smile that is not fake
because I know that I'm broken
when people think I'm normal it scares me
and i don't know how normal people do it
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
What is love if is not to be in love with you
What is life if its without you
I can't think unless am thinking about you
Can't breath if breathing is without you I got suffocated when you are away from me
You gave me strength to fight on even when I thought I lost the fight
You are always there now and then
Singing my favorite songs and reminding me their lyrics
I have a puzzle left unsolved
The puzzle is
"Sometimes I wonder what life would have been without you"
Helpless?
Will living worth it if its without u?
Can I move on when you are not there ?
I think its gonna be worse than I thought
You gave me reason to live
You gave my life a meaning when its meaningless
You see something greater in me that even I cannot see
You inspired me into greatness
Now I have no doubt about guardian angels
Because you are my perfect guardian angel
Angel from heaven specifically sent to me, to guide,protect and love me
I have a kingdom called my"heart"
And you are the perfect Queen of that kingdom
And I know my people (my soul, my body and my mind) will accept you as the crowed queen of my great kingdom I welcome you my Queen
Sometimes I imagine my great kingdom without my Queen
My kingdom would have been incomplete
Long live the Queen of my great kingdom....
Long live the Queen......
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
It is crowed, but still alone
It smells as if you all are here
But it is only the shadow of yours
I realize, why you all are smelling here
Because it is the memories which lasted here
Yes, it is a classroom of ours
The voices are still reflecting on this wall
Vibrating itself into my ears
With my staring eyes full of tears
I feel, I lost you with no choices
But I realize memories are never lost
Yes, it is a classroom of ours
My mind search you in this room
My heart wants to love you in this room
But only I feel, is yours vibrating amazing sound
I think I am suffering now
The addiction of this amazing sound
The only means to live long in this room
Yes, it is a classroom of ours
Yes, it is a classroom of ours
Umesh Ghimire
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 8:45 PM UTC
before the break of dawn
the **** did crow
his clarion call
went out
to a hen
who twas a ***
the **** crowed
and crowed
and crowed
for within
the *** hen
he wanted
to blow
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
Now upon Age my Ripe Lantern will give
The Rose of Thirty-Four for his Best Joy
Sister, the Token of my Purpose, live,
Brother, the Promise of a Knighted Boy
Which Rose, purple or red, will compensate
A Decade's Sin I rehearse to atone
Pride, one Raven crowed I pluck without Hate
And gently shift my Psalms for her Behold
How another Labour I justly Failed
Must submit to her Needs before my own
For me the Decoding Concept derailed
The Troll called Pity transforms your Heart to Gold.
You both planned to defer in New Year's Lift
Still for you both I sing this Sterling Gift.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:31 AM UTC
Standing in this place,
Where you tells us nothing that is going on.
We fear the worst,
Only because you wont tell us better.
You take us away from our land,
To a place I never knew.
You tell us nothing that is going on,
And you treat us as though we are not human.
You tell us we are moving,
and whip us until we move.
"form a line" you tell us.
We fear your guns, so we do.
You take us to the water.
The same water that brings us joy,
Now will bring us nothing but fear,
and hatred.
You whip the ones who don't go,
And Yell at the ones who do.
You hurt our kind,
Like you have nothing but sin.
Slowly the line starts to move,
And I hear nothing but the clang of mettle,
And the cries of my kind.
We fear what will happen next.
I get to the place,
where the white man stays.
I try not to look him in the eyes,
Because all I will see is sin.
You put your cold grasp,
From something I do not know,
Around my wrists and ankle,
But worst, around my neck.
My man fears you aliens,
so we do what your guns say.
We are not to be feared,
Yet you show us nothing but sin.
All of my men,
are joined by your cold hard chains.
The ones who don't move ,
get pulled by the rest.
The whippings become more,
And my people find it hard to stand.
You tell us you need us,
But show us nothing but sin.
We get on the big beast ,
The one only white man knows.
You shove us down the stairs,
And crowed us in.
We are close.
Too close.
Man and woman and child,
Brought together by sin.
the night finally comes,
And I feel peace again.
But only until the morning sun shines,
And brings death with it.
17 of my fellow men,
Brought out my you aliens.
Its only the second day,
What will the next bring?
The hunger in our belies gets stronger,
as you feast upon your joy.
The days food is not much
But rice and ***** water.
As we start to lose count of the day,
We lose count of so many other things
Death, **** fear, mice, whipping,
And sin.
My man can not talk about there fears,
For the white man will listen.
The only thing we can do,
Is make our own language.
Some hope for death,
For by death our souls can fly free.
By death we can return home,
But our families don't even have our bones to remember us by.
Our women and children are used as objects,
Objects of the white mans will.
To show no respect to,
And release your sin upon.
We are brought to stable land,
Of which we have never seen.
You brake us into groups,
and show us no respect.
Only half of my men make it there,
And most of them are not well.
We are shoved around,
And most of do not stay on out feet for long.
The ones you deem 'Usable'
go on to the homes of the white man.
We are forced to work,
for the man of the sin.
We get nothing from this,
and very little food.
We bring you your growth,
While ours is held back.
We are the worker,
we are the barer of life.
You are the owner.
YOU are the sin.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
I want to tell the world everything
I want to uncover my biggest sin
I want to admit what I've done bad
But the ice on the lake is really thin
I'm the lion who scares the jungle
Even a crowed of armed men
I rule thousands of acres by myself
Nobody can get near or step in
But I can't hold back the burning fact
That makes me crying deeper within
How can I go on with my life
When the lioness has left the den
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 5:02 PM UTC
As the sun faded
Behind the wooded mountain
A yellow rooster
Walked out of an old red barn
Resting on a post
Most roosters crow at daybreak
But this one did not
He slept all during the day
And crowed all night long
Then the farmer had enough
The rooster became dinner
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
The lizards crawl
on the walls,
and the crow caws,
like the cow
that bows
to the crowed
the queen being crowned
cry’s out
to the plight
and the fight
for the knight
continues on
till the break of dawn
don’t stop,
don’t ponder,
continue to wander
through the fields
nothing yields
the words that you feel
so carry on
till the break of dawn.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
Sitting in a crowded room,
everybody has something to say,
i try to tell a story but
nobody would listen.
At that moment when i try to raise my voice,
i just realise that am blocked out.
I sit alone in a crowed room and i wonder what my purpose is.
Much of a helper thats all i am,
much of a planner thats what i am,
so much of a listener and a talker when something needs to be solved,
but less than that am blocked out,
less than that am invisible.
Thats what i am
just less than that
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 5:46 AM UTC
The large, black birds,
They crowed at each other.
And anyone who happened to hear,
Would have thought they were arguing.
But I knew,
They were crazy about each other,
And passionately in love.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
Pretty pretty dancer smile for the crowed
Pretty pretty dancer live, love and laugh out loud
Pretty pretty dancer put down that blade
Pretty pretty dancer your smile starts to fade
Pretty pretty dancer what have you done?
Pretty pretty dancer is gone, dead and done...
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
My eyes smell sleepy, he, refusing to depart,
But there is coffee on the nightstand,
The odor, infiltrating the dozy brain's heart.
Annoyed with each other,
They shout and fight
Like teenage siblings Commissioners at the SEC,
Arguing over bathroom monopolization,
The tongue stays sidelined, feigning net neutrality.
The bed smells empty,
For the **** has crowed,
Yogi David commands your presence
At Saturday morning Eight O'clock yoga services.
To get to his Sinai on time,
Early departure, an FAA requirement,
Car, ferry and foot you will deploy,
In the winter, special skis and snowshoes,
That blessed by his mantra,
Enable you to walk on water.
In the kitchen there is sisterly conversation,
Yes, puttering and muttering and discussing,
Sister's grown child texting, he's making the pilgrimage
To see Mama, alone, unexpectedly,
Six hours driving.
Friends and countryman,
That is how you spell t-r-o-u-b-l-e
Sleepy master dwarf refuses to concede,
Says when kitchen noises retreat,
Back to him you will supplicate,
They (the other dwarfs and body parts),
Have a big convention to better communicate..
Departure comes without a kiss,
But not without complaint,
She always says I love you first,
Which is natural,
She being a girl.
Now the bladder starts to whiny~chatter,
What about me, what about me,
Don't you love me, and me rhymes with P!
While the stomach quietly snores
Have been well-fed
but a few hours before,
He dreams of some more....macadamia crusted s'mores...
I could verse you more,
No problem that's for sure,
But you got the point:
The morning smells.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 7:18 AM UTC
Just the other day,
I would never have
thought that it
can be done.
Couldn't believe
that it is possible.
Never imagined I
would come out
victorious with my
dignity not messed up.
How can this be done
for the sake of posterity.
With enthusiasm we
can do wonders.
Positiveness is vital
to propel you
to the miraculous.
It can generate you
and powerfully send you
to a spiritual high.
Anyone who has
not experienced the
darkness will never
appreciate the light.
You will never know
the beauty of heaven
until you pass through
hell to overcome evil.
Enlightened mind is
a determined one and
can't be stopped by
the frivolous feelings
of the weak mind.
Uprightness must be
a priority in its dealing
with the worldly things.
Separated from the crowed,
he becomes more in tuned with
the divine and the fantastic.
Trusted with the fabulous,
the mind is tested for strength
of purpose to be fully accepted.
No weakness is tolerated
for the inner beauty of man is
made visible by the power
beyond the ordinary.
The innate power within man
is called forth at a time such as this.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
In the jungle, green and lush,
a familiar cry breaks the hush,
A sound,
Of foot falls that trample dry leaves,
Low figures strutting amongst the trees.
Then a feral cat on the prowl, for a meal,
shadowed, perched looking for a life to steal,
listens, looks, waits without a sound,
closer...closer...measuring the distance in a bound.
And it had been so long since she had hunted,
had a good feed, at the memory she grunted,
the flurry of feathers and a beak, in her face,
caused
her to recoil, reeling backwards in disgrace.
The rooster stepped to where she had been,
perching crowed loudly and just looked mean,
A speckled hen emerged, from the shrubbery
clucking with timidity,
the orphan cat skulked away in the humidity.
The rooster with white wings, black back, red comb topped head,
crowed loudly again, the rooster announced, their rights instead,
they would rather chase on foot and protect their hens,
as they are the wild chickens of Maui, without coops or pens!!
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
Moonlight Don't Run from Your Past
Moonlight don't run from what was in your past
In life there are people that will hurt you
Calls you so much pain;
Leaving you out to bleed in a hateful crowed,
You must learn to forgive
And let your soul heal even if it is so hard to forget
don't let your heart grow cold;
just let it all go,
hold on to no grudges of pains of long ago,
that would be like looking back to a darken past,
that will give him so much power of you;
Dark Angel will keep you on confused,
you don't want that back into your life,
so, let it all go Moonlight,
don't let darkness take hold of your soul,
Dark Angel will not be willing to let you go,
this would lead you back in to the life of coldness
A place of darkness;
In life, there are mistakes you will make;
you must learn from them,
But not run back to them,
let them go
never let the darkness take control,
In life, there are so much regrets
that must live with,
you must learn to leave the past behind
realize it is something you can't change,
Moonlight let go of the pain
And dance in the rain storms,
You don't need pain on your wedding day,
In life there are people you will lose forever
that you can't have back,
you must learn to let go and keep moving on
Please never hang on to the lies of Dark Angel,
Because If you do;
you will be lost in the storms of pain all over again
in life there are going to be obstacles
that will cause interference in your faith
you must learn to overcome these challenges,
If you don't Dark Angel will take over
your life and give you unfixed fears,
that will open the gate of hate,
this will hold you back from what you want in life,
Dark Angel doesn’t play nice;
He is always out making traps for you
He watches your forever move;
You must learn to fight for what is right
in Jehovah's eyes;
take hold of the courage of your faith,
Don't look back to sin,
Jehovah knows the heart,
He holds your life in his hands
if you Moonlight don't give into Dark Angel sin's,
Dark Angel wants you to fall into darkness
With him; this darkness to internal death
When Jehovah comes to destroy all evil
He is the one that holds the Mighty key
to your future of you and me,
Jehovah see's everything,
knows everything;
Because Jehovah God is the reason to faith
he is the light that shines into your eyes,
Derek thank you for going over everything with me,
I know my testing is on its way,
Never let me go keep the faith,
Dark Angel is on his way,
I will keep my prayers going
to keep my mind right to not look back to a darken past
goodbye Derek my faithful love.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
Moonlight Don't Run from Your Past
Moonlight don't run from what was in your past
In life there are people that will hurt you
Calls you so much pain;
Leaving you out to bleed in a hateful crowed,
You must learn to forgive
And let your soul heal even if it is so hard to forget
don't let your heart grow cold;
just let it all go,
hold on to no grudges of pains of long ago,
that would be like looking back to a darken past,
that will give him so much power of you;
Dark Angel will keep you on confused,
you don't want that back into your life,
so, let it all go Moonlight,
don't let darkness take hold of your soul,
Dark Angel will not be willing to let you go,
this would lead you back in to the life of coldness
A place of darkness;
In life, there are mistakes you will make;
you must learn from them,
But not run back to them,
let them go
never let the darkness take control,
In life, there are so much regrets
that must live with,
you must learn to leave the past behind
realize it is something you can't change,
Moonlight let go of the pain
And dance in the rain storms,
You don't need pain on your wedding day,
In life there are people you will lose forever
that you can't have back,
you must learn to let go and keep moving on
Please never hang on to the lies of Dark Angel,
Because If you do;
you will be lost in the storms of pain all over again
in life there are going to be obstacles
that will cause interference in your faith
you must learn to overcome these challenges,
If you don't Dark Angel will take over
your life and give you unfixed fears,
that will open the gate of hate,
this will hold you back from what you want in life,
Dark Angel doesn’t play nice;
He is always out making traps for you
He watches your forever move;
You must learn to fight for what is right
in Jehovah's eyes;
take hold of the courage of your faith,
Don't look back to sin,
Jehovah knows the heart,
He holds your life in his hands
if you Moonlight don't give into Dark Angel sin's,
Dark Angel wants you to fall into darkness
With him; this darkness to internal death
When Jehovah comes to destroy all evil
He is the one that holds the Mighty key
to your future of you and me,
Jehovah see's everything,
knows everything;
Because Jehovah God is the reason to faith
he is the light that shines into your eyes,
Derek thank you for going over everything with me,
I know my testing is on its way,
Never let me go keep the faith,
Dark Angel is on his way,
I will keep my prayers going
to keep my mind right to not look back to a darken past
goodbye Derek my faithful love.
Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC
the township's roosters
crowed this morn
they crowed
well before dawn
their crowing rang
in the air
like a noisy
county fair
the township arose
from its rest
at the rooster's
crowing behest
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 7:09 PM UTC
And thus declared the Arab lady:
"Last night where under the wild moon
On grassy mattress I had lain me,
Within my arms great Solomon,
I suddenly cried out in a strange tongue
Not his, not mine."
And he that knew
All sounds by bird or angel sung
Answered: "A crested cockerel crew
Upon a blossoming apple bough
Three hundred years before the Fall,
And never crew again till now,
And would not now but that he thought,
Chance being at one with Choice at last,
All that the brigand apple brought
And this foul world were dead at last.
He that crowed out eternity
Thought to have crowed it in again.
A lover with a spider's eye
Will found out some appropriate pain,
Aye, though all passion's in the glance,
For every nerve: lover tests lover
With cruelties of Choice and Chance;
And when at last the murder's over
Maybe the bride-bed brings despair,
For each an imagined image brings
And finds a real image there;
Yet the world ends when these two things,
Though several, are a single light,
When oil and wick are burned in one;
Therefore a blessed moon last night
Gave Sheba to her Solomon."
"Yet the world stays":
"If that be so,
Your cockerel found us in the wrong
Although it thought it worth a crow.
Maybe an image is too strong
Or maybe is not strong enough"
"The night has fallen; not a sound
In the forbidden sacred grove,
Unless a petal hit the ground,
Nor any human sight within it
But the crushed grass where we have lain;
And the moon is wilder every minute.
Oh, Solomon! Let us try again."
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**He clenched it tightly
He'd only used it once
"You have to pull the trigger first son, and BANG BANG BANG!
You can **** anything!"
With intense intent on his mind
His verge for vengeance grew within, now it's time
To show the bullies how he feels**
*He glared at them with and intensity
of a malicious lion gazing at prey.
They stared at him back,
paralyzed and gaping,
surprised, scared, shivering at the sudden ominous
cloud around this figure that once shook with
the demons that clawed at his being every minute of the day.*
**Teachers deigned to his prowess
Consoling him not to shoot
He glanced at that kid who kicked him, sneered at how stupid he is.
He screamed with angst, blood streaming though his fingers.
Trickled to pull the trigger, this is now or never.**
*Suddenly,
a whimper. He glances away quickly to see
his little sister's eyes swim with murky waters.
"danny..."
He looks away.
Then, shoots.
one,
two,
three,
four,
five.
He smiles,
watches the chaos erupt the way his mind does every night,
stares at the crimson velvet beginning to crawl out of the bodies as the ragdolls crowed with terror of the dead,
ghastly large eyes , desperately hollow,
wanting only the warmth escaping.*
**He feels alive, for the first time he's the fire to ignite the dark
Burning everything within his grasp,
Dictating any norm in his way.
The silence preaching him, Feeling remorse of that obscure stance.
He ruptured every enmity that denotes innocence. Screaming, "WHY DO I STILL FEEL SO ******* EMPTY!!??"**
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
the death
of self, exhaled, borne upon
wafts of
air, and
I, with my self-conscious
prose and pretensions
of intellectualism,
and I, dreaded I -
there is a beauty in
ideology; even wastrelism,
being the muck of the earth and
much reviled by Proper Gentlemen,
has its allure and adherents
those disciples of Dionysus,
bacchanalia becoming banal by
sheer repetition:
***** ***** ***** shotgunned beers, and then-
TEQUIIIILA!!
crowed at the top of their lungs,
memory expunged by
hepatic-processed organic compounds.
of course, these mannerisms are simply
beneath you, disdainfully
catalogued by keen eyes:
no, your form of forgettance
is much more forceful, much less
fanciful and romanticized:
your amnesia is
absolute,
it required nothing less than
total dedication, mortification,
death of self as you
expatiated lusts, loves,
aught but ambitions remain,
and now, you have triumphed:
you stand solitary, skyscrapers
shining for your personal
pleasure, yet you can find,
none.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC