"littles" poems
Keep the dark at bay,
there's creatures that reaps the village after day
The children are scared,
the town folks are speaking,
scattered around the village floors
Far away, the sound of cries can be heard
and mother's trying to sooth their nasty squealing
but still they failed as the littles are struck-out despaired
The farmer's aren't having it easy too
as they're trying to sort out their herd
Some animals obey, but still more cause up a disarray
Sweet sun, gone too soon as it falls into night
It's heat, the village ask for it in a far cry
Protect us! Angels of night and day!
Soon, the ground shivers as dark night befalls
creatures, hunting the village at ***** bay
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 7:44 AM UTC
Sky I see, in blue, in sky, in white, in cloud
Bits of grey, scattered within, also in there
Scattered thoughts, perhaps soft pattering rain
Sounds unexpected, echo in my ears
Buzzards drift, uplifting, to warm east winds
Dragons as flies, butter as flies too
Peacock in azurite, fanned out to full
Littles aflutter, in all branches near
Winds catch soft breeze, just right, a good cool feel
Deer strolling into verdant far land
Crows with caw of a disturbed picnic lunch
Minnows dappling pond's water, glass clear
This is sacred sight, which when I turn old
All blind, I expect, I will too soon miss
Unable to gaze, upon peace
with my squinting pair, of sky hazed blue eyes
© 2017 Jim Davis
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
Old bent and broken
Like some worn out shoe
Why!! Where did I go wrong, what did I do?
I served my country, paid all my dues
Now all I have left is this worn threadbare suit
For the next few hours I'll just wander the streets
Find an empty doorway, have a few hours sleep
Food! Well at my age a littles enough
A few discarded chips or a hard stale crust
I think of my comrades who gave up their lives
Now I wish I'd died with them
Beside them to lie
Its not my fault that I've grown tired and old
But who's going to mourn me
As my body grows cold
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
to the man who should have been a dad
I really hope you aren't mad
and learn to teach the littles
beating kids is bad.
you should have been there when i cried out
to catch me and raise me up
not drunk
or drugged
with a belt in hand
for crimes i never committed
please be better for Monica and Henry
and teach them to love its all I ask
To the mother who tried her best
rarely taking time to rest
you did good providing wealth to your family
but the area that you did lack
was finding time to come back
and in all fairness
you did not set
an honest game
i came in last amongst my siblings.
black sheep black sheep was my name
you fixed it perfectly while you sang
So please do try to forget
this child u did so regret
as i left this earth
And to the kids i was raised with
even if you hide behind a mask of rage
i know you love me, page after page.
Homo-Transphobic you may be
twas not your fault you hhated me.
when evil's all u grow to know
then does darkness-based truth doth show.
don't be sad, or feel so haunted
you shall know, this is what i wanted.
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
Why is it every time you live somewhere it feels like your not wanted. Even with your parents or parent you feel like your not wanted. Even if you try your best to make everyone happy and accept you still dont feel wanted. I guess when you let go of people that do hurt you you feel even lonlier because u dont have them hurting alot.Its like an empty space in your life which i guess would be good because its not any pain but your so use to it it feels like your missing a big piece in your life.Because your so use to taking the blame and dealing with the hurt. You want it back so you dont feel lonly but you dont want it back because it is nice not having everything be blamed on you even if you didnt do it. Guess what i really am missing is church god in mylife and feeling is love and appearence in mylife. Knowing that he is with me each and every step of the way. Knowing and feeling the love and appearence of him. I need christian friends people that can show me a good path and how to be in control of mylife. To show me how to guide my siblings the way my mom wants to guide them. Show my siblings that i can be obediant with them and my parents. Not to yell or stomp my feet when i get mad or fusterasted. Not to get annoyed when my littles sibs say something over and over to acknowledge them calmly and not yell. To be able to give them adivce and love them when they want to be loved. I want that for them because I never had it so I am going to try and be calm with them and be nicer to them. I want them to be able to be close to them and love them unconditionally. Even when they tell my parents about every little thing i have to deal with it and know they are doing because they care. I didnt know how much caring would be so hard to except even when it doesnt annoy you. I know deep down in my heart i love it and i am smiling trying to hide it because i love it . Even if it is something that i love i still like it in the end. But it still ***** that its gone. end the end i know its because they love me. They wouldnt of taken me in if they didnt.
Feb 19, 2011
Feb 19, 2011 at 11:04 AM UTC
Chicken Little has been cloned
And here we are!!!
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Disguising ourselves as humans
We rut around like pigs
As we hunt for nookie!
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And
In maudlin words of infinite hypocrisy
We write of our fakery unto the world!!
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LOVE POEMS!
..
When I read them it feels like I'm being puked upon!
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Loveless love!
Joyless ***
Absolutely no compassion!
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Drone airplanes up ahead !
But all the Chicken Littles
Do not see
Staring into fantacy worlds
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
accurate exact
daughter of clean confusion
pull all the littles
in straight sounds
arch your back
as you cry a dream from
spent lips
sweet sister you make
my skin ache
so aware of the lack
of your touch
i wish i could be
the canvas of your
hot little nails
slashing delicious
splendor round rough
necks
a nape like no other
you mother of my desire
May 12, 2010
May 12, 2010 at 2:09 PM UTC
1.
There was a lot different,
not much we could say,
just a few swollen words;
A half dead bed for two.
An "I love you"
When you don't have to.
2.
They all ran away.
Little servants of their time
defining a salty sort of courage.
When you know,
you know evil as a warm welcome.
3.
Gladly falling in hate with my green paisley wallpaper
with some sort of pasta meal
enhanced with genetic forever love
and I'll say a new "Ja kocham cie."
http://suchpoeticthoughts.blogspot.com/2013/11/littles.html
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
Let me eat up you soft smile
And drink down your tears,
Let me thirst for your kisses
And feast on your fears.
Let me taste of your longing
And nibble your need,
Let me savour the flavour
Of your wanton greed.
Let me sip from your sorrow
And quaff of your pain,
Let me gorge on your lusting
Again and again.
Let me sup of your anger
And choke on your hate,
Let me chew slow your numbness
And fast for our fate.
Let me starve your attention
And crave of your touch,
Please ration your passion
too littles too much.
I hunger your presence
To digest of your words,
regurgitate freely
Those sweetest of verbs.
Peel me a metaphor
Slice me a noun,
Pour me a sylable
To help wash it down.
So pen me your promise
As I pen you mine,
I am yours and no others
Till the end of the line.
Mar 4, 2012
Mar 4, 2012 at 4:21 PM UTC
Shouldn't be liking you
I'm afraid of your smile, I'm afraid of that look in your eye when you speak to me, I'm even afraid of that look on your face when you walk past me and pretend as if I'm not there, I'm afraid to say it out loud that I'm starting to like you, because I shouldn't...
Your hand shakes turned to hugs and as I held your body close to mine breathing in that beautiful intoxicating aroma impairing my logic, daring my lips to press against yours
When you kissed me when you shouldn't have, the way your heart raced, the way your tongue tastes, mischief and mayhem but it was all we wanted at the time and the outside world had no meaning for us
When you invited me over to visit and the minutes grew to hours and as the hours past the midnight stroke tolling in a new day the seduction deepened
You might as well be named forbidden fruit, and as I gaze at you upon that limb my appetite for desire continues to grow
When all the ethical foundation and moralities cry out warning me that this wrong I still can't help wanting you
You who keeps me up at night with littles fantasies dancing in my head, got me tossing in my bed trying to rush the night into sun rise just for my eyes to be blessed by the sight of you
As I let myself wallow in the thrill of your presence I can't help but think that she's at home waiting for me
She ...who has my heart my loyalty my love
But you have my curiosity my attention and you excite my sensual interests
I am ashamed that this kind of happiness is from such an unlikely source and now that I like you what am i to do, I know I shouldn't but I only want you to like me as much as I like you, could I be asking for too much...
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
Wrap this moment wider into time
Longer evenings would be sublime
To muse over all the fluff
These moments stretched long enough
To cherish and breath the cool night air
And believe I haven't got a care
Time is gone in the blink of an eye
No matter days be long, or days be short
Never enough time for you and I
Or for my mind to wander and transport
Air unempty
Life full
Another addition nearly in bay
Blessed aplenty
Glassful
The dance of Life, a riveting ballet
Jun 6, 2024
Jun 6, 2024 at 2:01 AM UTC
The 21st century love,
equates a list of lust,
a games of hearts,
the legends of *****
The 21st century love,
is a poisoned arrow,
It sets cupids on fire,
the heat of unrequited love.
The 21st century love,
puts the women in a sack,
It ***** and pounds to dust,
the lost remnants of trust.
The 21st century love,
puts the men on a pedestal,
A rotations of repentant cycles,
the ride to the very end of the pit.
The 21st century love,
is not a salvation that hits the crowds,
It has slowed and slugged us down,
to see the sand blown ****** haze.
The 21st century love,
has an impersonal high of lies,
a hay of burnt passion that fades,
an illusionary bewitched dedication.
The 21st century love,
a reaction to survive in a new world,
give the body and preserve the heart,
Keep your mind and enclose the soul.
The 21st century love,
it's a jungle of reservations,
an ace of diversity and availability,
guard your all littles ones.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
to the moon i went skimming all the
puddles piling!on the trunks o
f
the
floral ocean bending passionately waxy
devotions to a silken sphere
dazzling pearl sharp littles
O, how cleanly stubborn the ridge concussed
velvety brushes salt the earth iridescent,
dreamy sky cream pillow the brows of all the upturned
lashless lids craving your milk blood
silver it like a:
s
i
n;
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 1:09 PM UTC
Tiny, little friends
Share tiny little secrets
As the symphony of laughter
And squeaking swings
Stuff the afternoon.
Tiny, little waves "Goodbye!"
Through tinted chariots
Whisking them home for the weekend.
And in twenty years
When the weather is irresistible,
They'll take their own tiny ones
For a walk.
When they stroll by the playground
And hear that symphony of laughter
They'll remember tiny, little Sarah
And her tiny, little secrets
Wondering how her littles wave "Goodbye!"
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
Don’t focus on your problems
Or cry “The Sky is Falling”
Like startled Chicken Little
And all your work be stalling
You can focus on your tasks
Like the Little Red Hen chose
For her daily work and effort
Will build her wealth - she knows
Chicken Little authored fear
In those with whom she spoke
Causing all to leave their work
As their confidence she broke
The Red Hen on the other hand
Gave example to her friends
And if they didn’t help this time
She will win them in the end
So choose to be a strong Red Hen
With diligence - and vision too
And do not let “Chicken Littles”
Attempt to put their fears in you
Nov 27, 2019
Nov 27, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
Between the fading child and the surfacing man is the pulse of hope.
Hear the oath of the waning child
And the vow of a struggling man,
They were fastened on this shell
For two decades and a year.
They shared the same eyes of loneliness
Behind the smirk against all pain.
They felt the earth’s diverse beats
With the same feet.
They mourned the history
Of a clan driven away, divided for years.
And carried the crown
Of both curse and blessing.
Sins of the past,
The hunters they run from.
The punishment of today,
Their gift of endless battles.
And they reach out to the fleeing tomorrow
As atonement for the olds and the littles.
They weave at night from the strings of tears,
They spin at day from the orbs of bubbles.
They long for their knees to fall in concession
But it all ends in a prayer
As the distant faces of kin
Supplicate on them through their smiles.
Inner voice,
Higher voice,
Swirling on them.
They speak of never faltering.
For us the other dilutes
And the other projects
They will mold in to one.
Soon they will find
Their union
on me.
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 3:05 PM UTC
Jay gave me this little shrug,
Like “Lee,
What can I do?”
And I gave Jay a little nod,
Like “Jay,
What can you do?”
Because we all gave each other
Little things.
A little love,
A little ache.
A little bruise,
A little break.
A little truth,
A little lie.
A little live,
A little die.
But all the littles
Grew up.
And his shrug hardly asked,
“What can I do?”
the way my nod hardly asked,
“What can you do?”
the way we both left it hanging,
We both hung the truth.
For their crimes, here hang the criminals:
We both hung the truth.
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
There’ll be days
precious moments
see them sunning
by the bay
till, the sea
sees the star light,
blinking angels
dissipate.
There’ll be years
yarn unspinning
as we stumble
towards our graves,
but the seconds
in-between breaths
are what make
this life so great,
and the children
that we leave
littles daughters
full grown son
are like blooms
that lose their trees
as our roots
wither and flee.
Till, the song
that I am singing
becomes the song
that they passed on
and the love
that I was bringing
are the wheels
that just roll on.
So goodnight
little planet
precious place
that I lived on.
I know you wont
miss me one bit
but I was grateful
to call you home.
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
Old tired and broken like some worn out shoe
WHY? After all I served my country and paid all my dues
Now all I have left is this torn threadbare suit
The thanks from my country for doing my bit
For the next few hours I'll just wander the streets
If I'm lucky find a doorway, have a few hours sleep
Food! Well at my age a littles enough
Maybe a discarded Macdonalds or a hard stale crust
YES, I served my country, saw comrades die
Now I wish I'd died with them, beside them to lie
My only crime was to grow frail and old
And who's going to mourn me as my body grows cold
NOBODY because nobody cares
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
walking alone
feelings almost grow a new
taught by something so special
just so i could lose you
it's torture waiting and praying
ripping me from where ive grown accustomed
you left me with nothing more, its too sudden
it is a haunting part of life forever intrenched in me
you were here, now you're gone and it only be littles my needs
ive put this song in repeat in memory of only you
it's a good day to go
but I guess you already know
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
listen to the night i do listen to it drench me in it's very softest fibers consume me
into the rough cuddle of it's violent toes treading up my spine electric it
snares my bones and hair and eyes and draw my lithe littles over
the laughing velvet of it's thigh and falling into
it's cute neon lips
i
Oct 17, 2011
Oct 17, 2011 at 4:15 PM UTC
Is today the day I finally wake up
And start accepting that my life
Is not just something that happens
But something that comes from strife?
Will I finally agree that ambition,
If it is not present inside of me,
Sets me on no forward path at all,
And instead leaves me in entropy.
Will I see for myself, that battle
Is always being waged between
Getting where I really need to go
And some fairy tale in a magazine?
Will I quit looking at friendship
As a search for a good joke?
Or I will finally stop letting my skirt
Be a place for people to blow smoke?
Will I stop finding excuses for sloth
And do the harder things to succeed?
Will I finally see that there are more
Than two motivations, hunger and greed?
Will I take care of my moral housekeeping
As well as I do my home and my car?
When someone mentions caracter traits
Will I even know what those things are?
Every day of life when I was younger
It was always so easy to kick back
And do nothing much of anything about
Those tenets of true adulthood I lack.
I preferred to lie around on my ****
And let other people do all the work
Then have another can of beer, laugh
And call them all just mindless jerks.
All that was fine for endless decades
Then recently I began to look up and see
That my life is a tale of no headway made.
There were four constant pals, one was me.
With dead-end jobs, and dressed the same,
Just as we did when we were tweens.
Here we were middle-aged do-littles
Smoking dope in old 501 jeans.
So, I’m changing directions as of today.
I’m buying some decent clothes to wear,
Shaving my lip beard off right now
And taking some time to fix my hair.
I want to look on the outside as if I were
Less I was something inside more than dust.
I’ll get a real job, save money and then
I know I’ll do more than sit around and rust.
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
I can see the glowing ball of our fortunes to come,
just arms length and it's pulling away,
hold me tight so I can reach it ,
Once in hand we can erase the world that keeps us,
Embrace the falling sky, following chicken littles crys,
Please please look up at what you're doing
I have here a gun in my hand, pleading not to use it,
If we continue down this road, our corrupted lungs
will get us before my bullets come,
Set fire to in inside of our hearts,
loosen up the breaks and don't look back,
for each coin turned is other lie told,
gather up my ashes and pour them in the mold
Depressing controversies make noble pursuits to fix,
Standing alone facing a wall of your peers,
what sin must look like when it revels in the truth,
sinking hopes are followed by an unwavering word
Watch out for the last peeking sun,
it will scream for attention and pry at our eyes,
the last of it will reveal secrets hidden,
you and I are so much a like.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
With everyday that goes by there's less time between us.
While I am me and you are you, we are somehow one.
Nothing questions by mind anymore. Only certainty.
Time justifies means. Distance means littles.
Who travels for love finds a thousand miles, not longer than one.
Fear or Love... you say?
You taught me how to love. Unconditionally.
We have lost time but that was the only way we could gain more.
My affection seems to isolate me in the deepest moments from all others, and it makes me speak with my whole heart and soul to you and only you.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
The inspiration to re post this came after reading Vagrant by Dave
All to often nations forget those who served and gave their all for their countries
Old bent and broken like some worn out shoe
Why? Where did I go wrong, what did I do?
I served my country and paid all my dues
Now all I have left is this worn threadbare suit
For the next few hours I'll just wander the streets
Find an empty doorway, have a few hours sleep
Food! Well at my age a littles enough
A few discarded chips or a hard stale crust
I think of my comrades who have up their lives
Now I wish I'd died with them, beside them to lie
It's not my fault that I've grown tired and old
But who's going to mourn me as my body grows cold?
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC