"rawr" poems
Dinosaurs have a language of their own:
Rawr- "I love you."
I wish I could be a dinosaur.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
We are completely and utterly ****** up.
Daddy stomps his feet around;
rawr, rawr, rawr
Little brother stands defiantly;
screaming, "I hate you; I will **** you all!"
tears streaming down his face;
once innocent but now always covered
in anger, in insecurities, in uncertainty.
And mama is in the recliner;
slurring sarcastic comments.
A glass of wine for each hour of the day.
Where's sister you ask?
Well she's probably not here; trying to escape.
Filled with such an anger, such a stubbornness.
Or maybe she's in her room dancing;
not very good at it, but an outlet none the less.
As all of this psychotic behavior is enveloping
the lives of these people, I sit on the couch
an just watch it all.
Shut off to the world, I sit.
And I laugh and laugh at the fact,
that we are completely and utterly ****** up.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
Tell me a story Cuddlekins!
Rawr. Rawr. Grr. Rawr.
Rawr. Grr grr RAWR!!
Wow! That's a good story.
Now let me tell you
one. A story of a boy
who was so afraid of
being alone he put himself
in the most amazing adventures.
Imagine a beautiful forest
in the middle of nowhere.
Untouched. Unmutilated with.
Un-everything. This boy,
John, flew here and
laid his case down
and pulled out his violin.
His music went.
Dah. Dah. Lalalala. Doooo.
Soft. Sweet. Charming with
a twist of a faint memory
on the tip of your tongue
wanting to be known to
the world.
As he played on and on
for hours the animals
gathered around and fell
to sleep. John
inspired by his surroundings
played more and more
until there was a rustle in
the distance.
John didn't hear it
but again and again
the rustle of the leaves
grew ever closer still.
There was one animal
who wasn't sitting at
the clearing in the forest.
It was the jaguar. He awoke
and wondered
where everybody went.
They were no where to be found
As he searched for his
friends a scent caught in
his nose. It smelled of
food but an unfamiliar one.
The long lost forgotten food
that his ancestors once described.
He chased it slowly
turning every corner
hiding behind branches,
bushes, and bark.
Finally he found his prey.
He creeped slowly
and attacked.
All the animals could
say was that 'ol jagy was
at it again just a hungry
beast. Not sophisticated
or classy enough to
understand music.
You know Cuddlekins, I think
it was on that day the rest
of the animals discovered
'ol Jagy was deaf.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
I had a moment of clarity
In my life
When I would wake up
From my night terrors
The train tracks outside my window
Wobbled louder than my sanity.
Yes you were there
Patrolling my dreams,
Sprinkling hatred
Over the innocence.
You were the fake ****
Who conducts lies
With your promises.
Your nails, nail the impression
That you practice
On voodoo dolls
Hanging in your soul.
Tearing each thread
Back to its spindle.
It cries.
Prying apart
Till frost vacates your heart
Into these dolls.
Look at you go!
Like Reptar,
You mustered the mightiest rawr
To scare everyone away.
Like reptar you are the toy,
Imagine that.
You see,
They use their imagination
To make you look like
What your faking to be.
Someone different.
You forced me
To lock you up in my dreams.
Murderous murders
Slaughtering anyone
Who mentions my name
So you can feed the meat
You store in the temple
Filled with thorns.
People say stick and stones
May break my bones
Yet your smile
Still shatters them to dust,
Stuck between your nails.
An inconvience.
That's what you would called it.
Hear ye hear ye
My apologies
For me not being clearly.
You must understand
My voice is a little drowned
By the lack of intelligence
You ponder about.
Especially when I glossed over the fact
That this is the poem
I've always want to throw down
Onto your trenches
On your forehead,
The gateway to the mind
Which conducted
The illist mistake
Thinking I'm not worth the time.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 2:56 PM UTC
you can show your teeth
alpha male
you can growl at me
alpha male
you can chase me away
alpha male
but if you follow me
alpha male
I will fashion a coat
from your skin, tiger.
RAWR!
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 6:49 PM UTC
you can show your teeth
alpha male
you can growl at me
alpha male
you can chase me away
alpha male
but if you follow me
alpha male
I will fashion a coat
from your skin, tiger.
RAWR!
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
The jester free styled about dealing grams under the tainted Charleston moonlight – Drug scene.
Whenever we discussed the existence of God, it always ended in a fight – The unseen.
The harlot was always type casted as the Rizzo, never the Sandy.
Who could forget those black leather pants, oh so tight – Street corner scene.
The king flirted with the innocent freshmen girls, unaware of the imminent restraining order.
He would joke about using the effervescent glow of his skin as their flashlight – Obscene.
The fair lady believed Tolkien was the closet humanity could ever get to godly perfection.
She was infamous for always tripping over the set, a common plight – Off scene.
The wizard dreamed one day to be the first black James Bond, code name Black Mamba.
One day he told me he liked women and men, except the whiney boys of white – Epicene.
You, the minstrel, sang the words to “Baby Got Back” in your high-pitched voice backstage.
You often told us “rawr” is dinosaur for I love you and everything will be alright – End scene.
I, the queen, tried to hide behind the black velvet curtain paralyzed by my stage fright.
But now, I just wish you hadn’t crashed your car into the tree that night – Unforeseen.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
tense, i lie dazedly upon her bed
she whispers and speaks soft into my ear
i hear naught but loving words from sweet lips
i hold her close as thoughts run through my head
the time is now, she takes all my fear
and stands before me, hands on bare hips
a catch in my breath, a skip in chest, thump thump
ecstasy, it be her name, her body its meaning
i'm wet clay in her grasp, asks "why do you roar?"
her answer is now, the bed doth bump bump
upon the wall, i grip it tight, stare 'pon ceiling
"oh my dear ive never felt this way before!"
blinded now to all but her, she looks at me
mesmerize, and i feel so calm, before the storm
mouth open in empty rawr, i cannot utter a single note
she pauses a moment, i plead, destroy me
til moonlight shines upon her furry form
sweet explosion! finally now, my roar within my throat.
my roar echoes from wall to wall, as do her cries
she wracks my form with passionate ******
the finale, memorable, we can't seem to stand...
we lay there, giving up after a few tries
neither move, content in each other's trust
our love knows no boundries, how grand.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
I sat on a rock and stared
At her eyes the color of ink
Wondering what she’s seen
When she is ruffled by something
It is literal
A duck’s feathers are easily ruffled
But that is a minor problem
When we are ruffled by life
It can disorient us for months
Sometimes years
Sometimes a lifetime
I wonder what her life has been filled with
She swims and she dives.
She mates to reproduce, never to love and cherish her mate eternally.
The way (some) humans do. Or at least should.
She never suffers emotional trauma.
It would be so much simpler to be a duck.
No monetary worries
No emotional worries
No grudges
Only the concern for survival
I bet she’s never cried
And I have so, so many times.
She spreads her wings and takes flight.
The way I often wish I could.
To escape situations I don’t like.
Just flying away.
Her beautiful russet wings
But I wasn’t born a duck.
I was born a human.
And I can’t spread my wings and fly away.
And somehow
I’m glad.
I’m glad I can hurt
And I can feel
And I can love
And be broken
My main concern is not my own survival
Because I am not a duck
And I am not a coward
And even if I can suffer
What a duck would never have to endure
I can have forever from someone else
And I can become something
An artist
A writer
A dancer
A poet
An inspiration
A lover
A mother
A father
Okay no not a father
But I can make something out of myself
And the duck will always be
Well, a duck.
Also, ducks are NOT YELLOW.
…I needed to express that.
Rawr.
Please repost if you are happy to be human. Unless you are not a human. And if you are not a human, then I am kind of scared. Or if you just feel like reposting. Then you go ahead and do that. Have fun with it. :) woahifoundagrape!
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my work!
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
Me every single night: I'm gonna go to sleep immediately! Then I be so refreshed in the morning and will get so much done! I'll just check hellopoetry once really quick and then head to bed.
Four hours later: Oh... it's 3AM... and I'm still on hellopoetry... oops. Just one more hour!
In the morning: I hate everything that exists. I am going to die of exhaustion. Rawr. Grrr. No one touch me or I will stab you.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
Rawr went the dinosaur, or so I'm told, staring at a reality oh so col,d shaking mountains, shaking grounds, all reaching endless bounds, because what reality, what formality, because we don't know, what we don't see, so we'll never understand, this, reality
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 6:10 PM UTC
Rawr
Like Reptar,
You started young and innocent
Blissful of the world’s sins
Spiraling in the alleyways
But oh no, not anymore
I see that her claws grew in
She has been practicing
With my heart
Dicing up the lies
And scattering them
In the darkest corners
Of my soul
“ Love, why do you smell like Shawn”
I can smell it under those claws
That slither up his spine
Gaining pleasure
From each dark spot
He leaves on your neck.
I see that her claws grew in
So she can scoop my past
And dump it on table
Look at what you did 6 months ago
Yet I never mention
Those dark spots
Until now
See everyone!
Her selfish claws grew in!
My now ex Girlfriend
Cheated on me
And found it
Justified
Rawr
That is the sound
Of kicking people
Out of my life
I hide in this cave
Terrified of my past
The past that stained my tears
All that is left is
Big
Dark
Spots
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
Not sure how it happened.
I was just walking (well crawling)
And SUDDENLY!
This tree got stuck in my hair. (on my back)
It is rather difficult to move now.
Actually I think I am stuck
It's a pretty big tree
And there is a slight possibility that it may still be in the ground.
I don't like this tree.
It *****
Grr.
Rawr.
Growl.
Hiss.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
As any of my friends can tell you
I'm a very strange and quirky person
and so is my family
I hate hate hate coffee
But I'm also addicted to coffee ice cream
And chocolate covered expresso beans
I detest the taste of alchohol
So I'm allowed to try it whenever I want
I used to hate green tea but
My best friend mentioned he loved it
I gave it another chance, and now love it too
At my high school I'm not at all 'popular'
But everyone seems to know me
I am one of the shortest kids in my high school
But have some of the tallest friends
And they all love coffee
So if you like coffee say rawr
And if you like tea say miaou
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:45 PM UTC
Catty, that’s what they call me
“Meow” nah that’s not right.
“Rawr” almost there,
gotta’ be king of my pride.
“Roar!” that’s better, catty…
Yea I can live with that.
May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 12:52 PM UTC
I'm pulling you out
I swear I will
I refuse to sit by and
watch you will
away your precious hours
and minutes.
The solution is there,
we just have to find it
and see it.
I'm pulling you out
of the dark hole you
have found yourself trapped within
so suffocated by darkness
you have missed the rays of
the light
Look up, you'll find the sun yet.
First, you must want it.
Not in a 'of course I do' way
but in a truly irrevocable
hunger for freedom
fight for yourself
I dare you to try
You don't know how
much it hurts
to watch another loved one
wish themselves to die.
So, allow yourself to cry
upon my shoulder
once in a while,
you know you shouldn't
hesitate to dial when
you wish to smile
among us, once again.
But, when you go whence
you came, try to smile
without us.
Catch a random bus,
meet a kindly stranger,
find new friends,
mend old bridges,
live whilst we are absent
Do it for yourself
Shelf the old ****
and bring in the new,
***** planks of wood
together (oh my) and
build your heart a home.
Find a new link to freedom,
a new place for happiness
to roam.
Find it, call something new Your Own.
You deserve Happiness
so take it,
you can (YODA).
Imagine all the
monsters have
ran away,
they're too scared
of you
to bother you one
more day.
SAY **** YOU TO THE ********
Rawr at them
shout
demand of them
to get on, out
Out of your mind,
out of your bed,
out of your head.
you are stronger than they
have led you to believe.
You are not beyond retrieval,
I beg you to give your all
to yourself.
You belong to you,
we all love you,
but you must accept and
care for you and your
health,
or else what's the point
of anything else.
(And be warned: if
you give up I'm hunting
you down and
annoying you eternally
because I refuse to let
you **** off and
leave me ;) )
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
Everything is chance. We name the random to create the idea of order and predictability. It's a stab in the abyss.
What is choice? Plinko. Go, pick the arbitrary with stars in your eyes. What you want is only an arm's-length away. Scratch the ticket. Feel the neon in the night wheel like time is in your corner. Let it hurt you. Learn.
the tree limb
crawls up and out
tangent into
the stuttering cool air
I sleep so. ******* much. It's pathetic, really. I've many theories as to why: I'm lazy; I'm not being challenged enough; society is, well, society; I'm a misanthrope; I'm a dreamer.. But, in the end, these all miss the mark.
The impetus behind my sleepmoresleep is, it seems, a direct result of that sentimental urge to bring order to a cosmic court whose very fabric is made of change and chance.
buds waiting
limbs feeling, again
slumber shook off
but this tilt too will end
and bring the wilt back
Start again. Turn the page. We love our metaphors. Why? Because they remind us of the flux. Things won't stay still. Ever. Dictionaries breathe too you know. New glyphs itch to get in.
Let them.
rosette of jag leaf rawr
bright yellow flower
head of seed and
a mane of downy tuft
reaching through
neglected suburb
concrete sidewalks
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 2:06 AM UTC
Fuckin' posers, man.
That's all they are.
And I know that I'm a tad
bizarre,
but I don't go "rawr",
see ,
I'm smaller than that.
But they think that they're bigger.
That's why they react like
Animals
at feeding troths
jesting for attention.
And they leave each conversation neither
learning a lesson
nor
seeking progress
ion.
They leave with themselves.
They lead by themselves.
Anyway,
everything else
is just some plead from an elf.
Signed,
A man of the hounds,
some face in the crowd.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
everything
everything
everything
everything
everything
in my head
goes back
back
back
and back
to you
every
time
you're
hurting
me
i
cant
write
any
good
poetry
go
away
please
and
let
me
write
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 7:56 AM UTC
The words you left behind to
strangle me,
smother me
I can't get them to stop showing up in my mind
"I don't hate you..."
Are you still really that blind?
Do you still think I'm some damsel
waiting to be saved
But if you're not the hero,
This must be a tragic love story.
In your own mind,
You must have kept
a fabulous character for yourself.
Truth be told,
I miss you.
The way you used to overwhelm me,
Touch me, kiss me,
how you could chase all my demons away
Where is that simplicity now?
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 2:08 PM UTC
i have this overwhelming need
it's hurting and ugh i just
i just need to hold your hand
i need to feel you skin
i need your warmth
it's an ache and i know
it wont go away
until i feel your warmth
and thats not going to happen
because you live to ******* far away (excuse the language)
i just need you
the ache has settled like sand
to the sturdy bones of my back
and i can't shake it off
i need you
i just RAWR
it's overwhelming me
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC