"scaredy" poems
They say,
"childhood is kingdom where nobody dies"
mine wasn't.
I was forced to grow up too fast
a 5 year old in a 30 year old's body
who couldn't take a joke
who was too sensitive
who was a scaredy cat
but they didn't know
the horrors i saw
the the terror i felt
the trauma i live
they will never know
the blood shed
the tears cried
the screams of pain
my childhood was not a dream
it was a nightmare
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 6:30 AM UTC
Humility
raining down on me
cleansing my humble soul
writing truth
speaking
painful to some
absolute freedom
soaring bird
joyous faces
perplexed
scaredy-cat
unsure
walk in that direction
liberate your mind
release vitality and vigor
protecting dreams
silly boy
or
silly girl
walk that wire
between
confidence
courage
thwarting negativity
finding your
sweet spot
Nov 16, 2018
Nov 16, 2018 at 12:27 PM UTC
but I know
just as a cat flinches
when you move to pet it,
so do I.
we both no longer know the difference between
affection and attack.
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 2:40 AM UTC
i am the snow angel,
in the cloud dressed with sheets.
i lay naked,
but still bare wardrobe.
i am a godsend,
a scaredy cat,
an existential ****
my mouth full at 8 am
before leaving my slumber behind.
my mind full before gasping for air,
in my first encounter with this oversized atom.
this speck that just so happens to exist,
and sustain the life i so desperately
want and know is necessary.
my existence, my breaths,
shake everything else into place.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 10:35 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
You know he’s full of stuff
When the evidence ain’t enough
And he’s acting like a cream puff
By not calling Putin’s bluff
If I labeled him a scaredy-cat
Or better yet Putin’s new doormat
Would that raise the thermostat,
And flush out that Norway rat?
When the evidence is irrefutable
To the point that it’s not disputable
His response is always mutable
And comes out as most unsuitable
Then his mouthpiece attempts to frame
An alibi, but we’re hip to her game
She can’t absolve him of the blame
Though she tries to just the same
So you better believe and trust
That she looks ridiculous
When she’s being duplicitous
By trying to fool the rest of us
It’s a sin to stand there and lie
But she gives it a college try
Like the mistress of deny
As if the Ten Commandment don’t apply
They interfered with our election
With a clear cut interjection
Of cybernet deflection
Without protest or objection
Two days before his inauguration
He was told of the Russian’s participation
Much to his own consternation
Yet he still voices reservations
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
Trembling in my bed tonight
I cannot close my eyes
The movie on the late, late show
Says everybody dies
Now some say I'm a scaredy cat
But tonight is Halloween
What if someone kidnaps me,
And tries to eat my spleen?
I know there's no great pumpkin
Okay, maybe there is
What if he puts a spell on me,
And tries to make me his?
And I think that there's a monster
Who lives beneath my bed
I shiver and shake and stay awake
With covers over my head
There's something outside my window
And shadows on my wall
I think I hear some rattling chains
From the ghosts that's in the hall
Right then I hear this eerie voice
And feel this clammy hand
My wife says, "Hush and go to sleep,
You're supposed to be a man"
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 7:46 PM UTC
Eucalyptus filled air
Sheets of warm and cold air
Early tasmac drinkers
Weary eyed dads
Bye bye -ing mommies
Dung splattering cows
whipped pedigree dogs
Scared insects
Proud birds
Flowers with an attitude
The pig
A hero
Swarmed stinking
Dirtiest of them all
And a early morning feast
Charming brown eyed street dogs
Question marked trees
Washed pavements
Drooling men
Betel chewing glaring women
Girls in floral blouses sweeping
Sh -sh -sh -sh -sh
Autos rrrrrr
Shock absorbing nike shoes krr krr krrr krr
A cigarette ****
A sad memory
Pushed aside
By the brush of a hand
pushed to a remote corner
Hidden
another memory
a recent one
with a scaredy cat
Which i want to share and party with
Was vivid
Ornamented ladies
lighting lamps to a dead god
Guarded by vain priests
Obesience
and giving life
for people
Lost in hope and fear
A parallel existence
Corporates blaring into phones
Fit men playing tennis
Small sturdy grass
Petite flowers
Swaying and dancing
Everlasting
Everlasting ?
Is it a will or maybe or a should be ?
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 1:58 AM UTC
My feet what can I say, well they're not the bravest
little things, not small but average I think.
well I put them out the sheets and what did they
do scurry back in was it cold was it warm, who knows?
All I know is that it was pitch black darker inside than
outside because stars twinkle down little light bulbs
of above slightly lighting things gently down below.
My feet what can I say, that flat foot that wanders
wherever it goes I don't know, my body just follows
those ten little digits and the flat palm of my feet.
I am but a traveller on this journey they don't mind
when it's light, this is their favourite time. But a "BOO,
and I'm standing there while my feet are running away
In to the horizon and then I follow in the distance.
My feet what can I say, they're not the bravest of appendages,
When they get spooked they run a mile in under a minute.
But the only problem is what are they connected to when
they leave. "I'm like I be back in a whileeeeeee!!!,
I'm out of breath but there on the spot jogging up and down
and for what a sneeze a shout and then there out. I put my
hands on my knees to keep them eased, to the spot they must
stay I look down and i know that they want to walk, run off again.
I can't blame it, just on the palms of my feet those dam digits
they have their own thoughts. Like a centipede they linger in
the thought of moving where I want to stand in a static form.
But we think we are in control but look below it's those appendages.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
It scares me that a muscular *****
and repeated rhythmic punches
are the only things keeping you
from being eaten by the ground.
It scares me there will always be
cities I will die without seeing,
always a little more
I could have done.
It scares me that you like to rock climb
and balance three fingers
from a cliff face, four hundred metres
above the ground.
It scares me that when I go to sleep,
I lose eight hours I will never get back.
Sometimes I lie awake
and taste my eyes aching.
It scares me that the world
could consist of electrical activity
raging inside my skull
and I would never know.
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 7:03 AM UTC
skinny and starved
stomach growling
calm down honey relax
you're like a scared cat
even the ones
who have been around awhile
the have no feedback to provide
it's pretty straightforward:
survive
you've been to the edge
with not much damage done
looking back with regrets?
better to have none
pick up the pace
light speed is way more fun
just be prepared to ask yourself
what have i done?
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
You love her
in her many
copies.
blue, beige
destroyer, creator.
You hate her
during some
hours away
from sun.
procrastinator
fighter, complainer.
You fear her
the control
you can assert
but can't reign
in. Boycotter
scaredy cat.
You're in her
swimming but drowning.
Your psyche should
not be a
tiger trap.
There should be leaves
and soft earth
not sticks.
As your fears sharpen
them, the pit
will become deeper.
So learn to watch
where you walk
in your veins.
Control your thoughts
your habits
your acts.
Or perish in
your own sea
of troubles
Hamlet's slings,
and arrows will be yours
And let's face it.
You just don't have
that kind of
thick skin.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 9:24 PM UTC
So I thought of him today
In the darkness of my mind
And there wasn’t any way
To make it go away
It happens from time to time
From a mention or a song
And I still tremble in fear
Like he’ll just come along
What has he done to me?
I used to be brave
Now I’m a scaredy cat
Now I feel betrayed
Maybe he didn’t mean to
But he shattered all my trust
And he brought me back to way back when
When I was really young
That one more changed everything—
But that he still can’t see
Which is why he’s still on the prowl
It’s why he’s still pursuing me
I pray to God that it will stop
Before it happens again
But I know better than to hope for the best in the end
That just leads to disappointment
And surprise when I get hurt
That’s not something I need
That’s not something I want
I just hope he comes to his senses
And realizes I’m not the one
Because if he doesn’t
I might end up more broken than before
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
I got lost in the darkness,
And found HER on the way,
As I lay here in the dark,
I pray for forgiveness,
HER SINS haunt me,
Thoughts forever inside,
I lie here in the dark,
Wanting to DIE
Wanting to CUT
"WHY DONT YOU DO IT
YOU SCAREDY ****
She pulls at my mind
Asking me WHY?
"WHY DONT YOU
PUT AN END TO IT ALL?"
My only answer is to cry:
"MANDY IS SO MUCH STRONGER THAN I!!!"
.AMANDA FALLS.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
Scaredy cat
Scaredy cat
what was all you were good at?
making her feel like
less than she was
riding her like a bike
to feel more on top
What are you scared of
scared of a lovely job
loving somebody
who loves you back
too scared to be
too scared to act
a coward
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
I think it was a dream
Or a nightmare of some kind
I was lost in a jungle
I search but can't find
You in the thicket
Spiders big as dinner plates
With one thousand shiny black eyes
Snakes who wrap and coil
On branches twisted, gnarled....shadows
It's hot and humid
Dripping sweat
A mosquito bites
The back of my neck
I'm scared
Of the sounds in the bushes
Scared to step
The snap of a twig beneath a tiger's paw
Ah, its you who finds me safe and sound
Curled up in a ball on the ground
Scared of the sound in the bushes
Just the sound of butterfly wings
Scared to step
On the path that leads home
I'm just a scaredy-cat I guess
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 10:22 AM UTC
Beedazzled
The hornets appeared on the horizon.
Zipper was on lookout with Tryin’ Flyon.
The two of them were in an argument
And didn’t see the hornet’s a-flying.
In fear Tryin’ stumbled back and hit a plant,
And all the water came raining down with a mighty splash.
Sound the alarm! I can’t, Tryin’!
My wings are soaked through, said Zipper, nearly crying.
The two of them ran and watched as above a squadron of hornets,
Crashed down with a thud!
What have we got here lads? A couple of wet-through bees.
Please don’t hurt us, please!
Oh this doesn’t look good!
Shut up Tryin’, we are not scared of hornets.
You should bee, we’re bigger and stronger that you lousy maggots.
Zipper grabbed his stinger and said en garde!
The lead hornet laughed and insofar,
As to actually consider Zipper a threat,
Grabbed his stinger sword and said ok Bee, let’s!
The two of them fought and soon Zipper was no more.
Tryin’ was desperately trying to find a door,
But he was surrounded, soon to bee pounded,
Like the honey in the hive,
When it was deemed too rounded.
But the hornets didn’t know that the two bees were a three.
Scaredy Bee flew off as fast as he could,
Heading back to the hive and brotherhood.
He didn’t wait to see what happened to Tryin’,
He was too busy screaming and rapidly flying.
The guards saw him approach at an incredible speed.
Who the heck is this? The fastest bee I’ve ever seen!
The guards said wait! He said no way!
And he was past them before they knew what else to say.
Did he say hornets? No way, get your ears fixed.
He did, he said hor…He said there were hornets!
With that the two guards turned tail and fled.
The commotion caused by Scaredy Bee was up ahead…
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC
There's an old abandoned bridge
between Yosemite and here.
Take the Lathrop exit where-
(or don't, it's your life after all)
-we throttled to jump off it
when our buddy flashed excitement, a boyish daydream, and we decided.
Our clothing
soon was hanging
on a long forgotten railroad track
(Sitting naked on a maple board-
Probably from the Civil War.
Dropping rocks to test the height,
Water black with no rapport)
He giggled like a giddy child
trying not
to give us flak,
(For being such a bunch of scaredy cats)
Moonbeams on our skin, and also iPhone torches, and the headlights of the Jeep.
And did he jump? yes!
From a stand with only his two feet supported by a 2 by 4?? yes!
He flipped behind his head!
A backflip with a midway twist.
(Or maybe I half-remember,
It was just a normal flip)
I swear, man, it was amazing.
Off the wooden railing,
Pale and falling towards the water,
which,
(by the way)
was as black as the apocalypse.
Splashing ghostly underwater,
Then shimmied up the concrete pillar,
Called out to the crescent moon,
And gave a thirty foot salute,
plunging towards the blackened river.
Laughing, swimming,
He called up to us, quivering,
(And said),
"Alright, you're next."
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
"He calls me a genius, and he actually means it!"
She calls me "empathic," and a "rare bird" at that!
It's all so confusing! When I'm only a misfit
Or so others call me, "the big scaredy-cat!"
Some people are's different as day is from night
But even these two share the same wondrous sky
So too we are different, and never in sight
Of one substance, two souls, without knowing why.
Each time these two meet they simply can't touch
The nearness is maddening, emotions will rush
In morning and evening their sky is too much
The witnessing clouds can do nothing but blush.
The gold in her heart speaks of soft-mirrored fall
The dream--she objects--is not where it starts
But still, she will listen to a heart-whispered call
As both find their haven in each other's hearts.
J. Sandy
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 11:58 AM UTC
Scaredy Cat
Scaredy Cat
Afraid of little me.
Scaredy Cat
Scaredy Cat
I'm insane, you better be afraid.
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
Climbing up your delicious eyes
spilling harmonic
Qualms placed under skin
yelling your musical laughter
Makes smiles on many adjacent faces
Including mine which traces
A picture decades to come
Chatting with you warms my earthtop sad faces
On a older life bombarded soul
With procreated love child beckoning accidents
Traveling a never broken copious routine
Wanting a new heavenly body from
The transparent Jehovah
As I’m thinking
This woman drives my wicked smiles
Madly,
As hair’s lifted by imaginary grips of wind gestures
Lips singing with any whims ears from toes
Hand’s taping to walking jam sessions anti-woes
Is near to perfection on my optical viewers said
If only she'd could see inside my weary tiresome head
Sealing discreet looks stashed away in my
Spirited soul dread feeling fearing
eating possible future rejected misleading
My romance ideologies via scaredy cat spoon ocean breezes
As you are the sea and im the beach
Waiting
Longing for waves of
Enlightening joyous enchantments
To form connections belting silently behind
Worrisome bee busying personalities
Round alumni tobacco burners superfluous
summoners sitting with hearts content
Hoping on days with wondrous conversing on end
From an angelic exhorting heavenly chorus breathing near me
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
A pulse is
something you can put your finger on,
but an impulse is something you go on,
an idea that takes you from here,
I was there once on the off chance
that here was a chance
but in the end there was
no chance,
I take no risks,
my finger's always
on the trigger,
safety off.
We have to be and play safe
this is no place for kitty cats
or scaredy cats
that's as plain as day.
Some breathe fear and
some breathe fire
I do neither,
ice folds itself in and
my skin is **** frost
nor am I lost or found
and
the only sound
is you telling me
another
crossword clue
the answer is in five letters
counting down from now
finger
trigger
some things are bigger
than
the moment.
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
Words seem to be all I'm good at, and I'ts the only thing that cripples me at the same time
Cat had my tongue, I didn't want it back
Scaredy cat, hardly frightened
My speech implies that of an enlightened
Thinker, I think, I thought
Words, on a stage, I'm distrought
Rigormotis set in, stone, to the bone
Keep those words to myself, I'd rather be alone
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
I have a serious crush on Dorthy
While she has a Kansas crush on them
The Lion and the Scarecrow
Not to mention the Tin Man
The only time you see her
These days is when
She's skipping about town with those three clowns
Her not so ordinary new friends
She says that they all met
Somewhere over the rainbow
While she met me over coffee
Wouldn't you know that's the way it goes
It's hard for me to compete
With anything like that
Though one is brainless, one is heartless
The other a scaredy cat
She says they show her adventure
Where the only thing that I
Can really show her is Kansas
And its vast empty sky line
The few times that Dorthy
And I have ever had a chance to go out
The magical land of Oz
Is all she wants to talk about
To me it seems like a dream
And we all know how those are
Not really very interesting
If you don't play a part
So I stand off at a distance
Gaze on from a far
While she along with those three
Skip off with my heart
Cause I have a serious crush on Dorthy
While she has a big Kansas crush on them
The Lion and the Scarecrow
Not to mention the Tin Man
Oh, and by the way Dorthy
Those ruby reds that you have on
Don't really go with
Your Kansas city overalls
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC