"nocked" poems
Two armies face,
Under wild and impartial skies.
Tension, drawn and nocked,
Waiting for the order to loose.
The drummers beat cadence,
Tempo building
Matching my racing pulse.
Clarion call,
Drowning out all thought.
Ground quaking,
With the pounding
Of hundreds of feet.
Battlecries and wordless screams
Split the air.
Alike to the one
Rising in my own throat.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 8:55 PM UTC
Artemis ran through the woods tonight Calling her dogs to her side,
For the hunt is on, in the Moon's light,
And will watch her claim a prize.
Her bow at the ready with arrow nocked,
String drawn to her listening ear,
She scanned the wood for a sign of deer,
Before she let fly a sure shot.
The stag she bagged was great and mighty;
Her dogs helped her carry the load.
Thus this treaty she gave to sweet Aphrodite,
But in vain--she went home alone.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
They say "You can't stop me."
They mean "Pleas try and help me."
They'll tell you "Go away."
But pleas understand they want you to stay.
Because they feel alone,
and loneliness gets old fast.
Because in their heads they see nothing
but, the stretch marks on their legs.
The thoughts that run through their heads,
are about the fact that they cant go out with their friends
they have to save up to be able to afford food instead.
Don't look down on them because they work.
Don't look down on them because of their race.
Don't look down on them because you cant face
the fact that when they grow up...
They'll have more caricature in their pinky toe
than you ever had with that fake *** face....
And even if they fall down.
Get nocked down and locked away.
Some wont turn out ok
but you'll have that one, the Mandela of today.
Don't act like you would have turned out any better than they did.
And I hate to say this...
But my generation is ****
Grow up, get over yourself....
I thought we were better than this....
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
The man stood
Frozen, in time
Not bravery
Just surprised
He stared, transfixed
The creature emerged
And he stood
Where others ran
Scooping babies
And young up
Their faces a mess
Tears and fears
He surprised himself
He was flat faced
The feeling was flat
Empty, calm
The arrow was nocked
Maybe he didn't do it
Only his fingers knew
That it was there
It cornered his lip
And their eyes met
Brown, now washed grey
Against its fiery orange
The creature's attention torn
From havok and rage
Directed upon the poacher
It stared, boring down
Neither moved, readying
A second in time, another
Stretching, another heartbeat
Cats, before the pounce
It moved,
So did he
Releasing
Flight
The creature
Almost a howl
Died, just before
It gave voice
Before the poacher
Sweat never broke
It was curious
But an after thought
The Poacher turned
Facing forward
Examined his prey
Contemplating pay
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
One panic attack is an eye opener
Having two mental break downs
Within two days
Is another
It’s crippling
Your whole life
Feels as though it’s crashing down
Questioning your intelligence
Second guessing yourself
Feeling so lost
Unable to understand
What others seem to get
So easily
You are out of control
Of your emotions
Unable to compose
Yourself
That feeling of being nocked down
Once more
As you climbed so high
It’s humbling
And terrifying
Something needs to change within
Not sure if it is my
Pride or ego
But I need help
I need to not be afraid
To ask for help
For I require so much
Academically and emotionally
I wonder how many individuals
Feel this way
How long it takes to get back
On feet to where I feel
Like myself once more
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 11:04 PM UTC
An arrow pinched
Between delicate fingers,
Gently nocked, but aiming true,
Pulled taut against the bowstring.
It sings through the air,
Harmonious, but decisive,
And it strikes silently,
Knowing only one destination.
...And so begins Cupid's hunting season.
Feb 7, 2024
Feb 7, 2024 at 10:08 PM UTC
Song is my choice, what say you brothers?
Rick reloaded his bow, nocked it back, aimed his next assualt,
He'd use symphony to set her free, see the girl released from silence,
Or cleanse her of the inner monster sullying her soul, plaguing her mind,
And crushing her heart.
John smiled, drew back his humming axe for more blows to come,
He rose his tenor to lift leaves and rocks, in clods and clumps,
Stealing foundation away from treacherous underbellies, slithering towards them,
Drawn fangs overflowing with venom, bringing the ground to a sizzle,
Rushed as a blurry confluence of approaching green, darting back and forth,
Paul removed his hand barring Kevin from impulse, allowing him to strike,
Delving into the allowance of angels.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
Six-shooters are holstered, swords are scabbard, arrows are un-nocked, blades are sheathed.
Not in the course
Of one petty conflict,
But comparatively throughout history.
There is more intergovernmental cooperation,
More trade and tourism,
More declarations and treaties.
The common person
Has greater breadth of movement
In travel of classes & region.
The ignition of all these dormant conflicts
Will not lead to any new or better resolution
But, more likely than not,
More conflagration & revolution.
To win or to lose
In a game of confusion
With the strategy of lies & ambiguity.
Better than to limply concede
And forfeit all claim to belief
In what you fought to seat.
And in fifty years from now
Some blasted fool shall say:
The ignition of all these dormant conflicts
Will not lead to any new or better resolution
But, more likely than not,
More conflagration & revolution.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 1:00 AM UTC
out of the hearth of hearts
emotion has been fletched,
malleable redhot soul sprite sparks
and sings with the strike of the beat,
meaning nothing more than touch but
collisions bring us closer,
I guess we’re just
impactful :
two flights defeathered
combined by common ground,
given wings entwined-
two ores in bated bind,
love alligned and nocked
the very fingertips that made us
holds the rest of our destiny cocked
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:39 PM UTC
Stolen in the night
Children hushed of fright
Lullaby sung
Bow strung
Arrow nocked and ready
Hands once shaking, now steady
Hush, dear ones
The mortal shuns
What they do not understand
Beatings, mockery, barely able to withstand
What they throw at us
The things they discuss
We are different
Unique, standing out in the crowd
Going against the current
In mystery, we are shroud
Ravens caw
Tales of woe
Mortals gape in awe
Yet that was a time ago
Now they point fingers
And the terror lingers
Hush, children of night
They understand not our plight
So spread your wings
Take flight
Do not accept their rings
Do not be bound to them
It is us they condemn
Show them no mercy
For never did they show any
An age old controversy
Stealing the lives of many
For a pretty penny
Rest now, children of mine
You are safe and sound
Rest those heads of thine
They lay in their caskets in the ground
Worry not my darlings; hush now
Close your eyes, and drift off
They are gone, it matters not how
Just rest now, hush
There is no rush
Hush, children, hush
- Jay M
January 4th, 2020
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 12:30 AM UTC
It is by love and mercy that we get right to the heart of God. By grace and faith we are saved. His is a gift freely given, but we must accept the gift. We must see with the eyes of a child for Children are right in the heart of God. Let the children come to me, whoever accepts these children accepts me and whoever rejects my children rejects me and the one who sent me. Jesus doesn’t mean only kids. He also means us the adopted sons and daughters of Christ. Whoever accepts my children accepts me and whoever rejects my children rejects me and the one who sent me. St. Faustina whose feast day it is (Oct. 5) got right to the heart of God and helped reveal to us His Merciful Heart and the depths of His Mercy and Love. Many people seem to have left the heart of God, lets try to get back right to the heart of God. Our prayers reach Our Father’s ears and go right to the heart of God. Jesus, we trust in you, help us trust in you all the more. Lead us home to be with you and guide us as we strive to go right to your heart.
Your love is an arrow shot straight to my heart
And against all odds it found its mark
Like a bullseye was painted right on my chest
The wall cracked and the Spirit did the rest
The walls fell down like when Joshua blew his horn
And somehow from dust and ashes I was reborn
Now I’m all aquiver like a bow drawn taut and tight
I see what I’m aiming for as I look down the sight
Arrows of love are nocked and ready
Center myself my hand is steady
Take a breath and feel the tension go
It will reach its target somehow I know
Your hand will guide it as it flies through the air
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 8:55 PM UTC
help is when you are nocked down and your friend helps you.
help is when you are depressed and someone inbrays you.
help is a friend.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC