Best Coward Poems
Unlike most
I have been over there
Where life is nothing
Mummy and daddy blown in the air
Where little ones starve
Where big ones kill
Proclaiming is all Gods will
I with my pen, how do I sit still?
Ants in the rubble
Of tyrants bombs
Or maybe just poverty
From political aplomb
Abu was a drunk
A hero of sorts
For at least standing up to the court
I am a coward for turning my back
Yet here I am, humbled and tired
There are Tigers grander and greater than I
White helmets and saviors
Who walk into the fires
He who saves not only his mind
He saves the child otherwise left behind
Clouds overhead are filled with dread
For some of them always seem to be left for dead
I am an ant
An insignificant sort
I only hope one long day
For a King and his consort
To do all the things
That makes me shiver in fear
Stopping the bloodshed
Bring us all some hearty cheer
Isn't it funny, the coward man is...
Calls himself the apex predator...
Yet scared as a puppy he'll wizz...
Without his hand held terminator...
We fight bulls and cry glory...
While we blind and maim...
To ensure our victory...
By crippling till lame...
Big cats and bears...
Detoothed and declawed...
For he who dares...
To pit dog to be mauled...
Standing with aim from afar...
In the distance his quarry stands proud...
Earths growing battle scar...
His fanfare to the cheering crowd...
If man was no coward...
He'd face this beast alone...
Moving ever forward...
With a dulcet tone...
He'd need no tool of death...
His awe would tenfold...
At the width and breadth...
Of the beauty that nature does hold...
Oh what cowards we are...
To feel superior if only...
We hold the card...
That makes the wild so lonely...
But what greatness we'd have...
To lower and humble ourselves...
At the mighty beasts grave...
Our grief would turn sand to salve...
We cowards that kill...
Abuse and defile and destroy...
And yet this earth will ever still...
Give life to all manner of girl and boy...
So cowards, it is time...
To stand tall and throw off...
The mantle without spine...
And say, today it's enough...
We cowards that were...
Shall kill no thing...
Resurrect and prosper...
All that is living ...
And cowards no more...
We of human race...
Shall love all score...
Of sentient trace...
Im burid, paralyzed, with only fear and hurt by my side. An ocean of black and darkness , an ocean of nothing. I have no comfort, no release. Will it always be this way? A ray of light shunes through the darkness, I see a path. It forks. Left or right. If I choose left I will feel pain it will never leave. If I choose right, no more pain. I will feel numb. But if right is chosen it will cause more pain than that of my own. as I stand there thinking the light dims. The darkness returns. A cloud or darkness surrounds me and it is as if there is no help, no one to let in. This is my choice, the choice chosen on my own.
Tears are screaming..
Soul is bleeding..
Life is shredding..
Body is falling..
As this dark is yelling at me..
As this wind is roaring in my ears..
As this sky is wavering on my head..
As this sand is intruding my feet..
As clouds are crying..
As wounds are shedding blood..
As scars are weeping..
As this dark is making me scared..
As this thunder is killing me..
As this silence is murdering my ways..
As this rain is slaying my body..
As my eyes are burning from pain..
As I'm getting along with this stormy night..
As my head is spinning..
Chaos is cowering..
Heart beat is ending..
As this dagger is incusing lesions on me..
Cowards die many times before their deaths…
Julius Caesar, Act II, Scene 2 ~William Shakespeare
spouse
a souse
classic grouse
a big girl's blouse
portent ominous
assertions blasphemous
obscure and anonymous
his skulking is nefarious
utterances acrimonious
and implicature often dubious
uxorious but still pusillanimous
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An example of a rhopalic verse.
Rhopalism: A rhopalic sentence is one in which each successive word is one letter longer than the previous one. In poetry: where each word is one syllable more, or it might increase each line in a stanza by one syllable (per my example), or a metric foot.
IN THE SAME CATEGORY OF CONSTRAINED WRITING
The Rhopalic Couplet, also called Wedge Verse, was first used by Homer in the Iliad (3.182). It is a poetic unit of 2 rhopalic lines where each word progresses adding one more syllable than the preceding word in the line, for example, 1, 2, 3, 4 … syllables. The sequence of the syllable count can be identical in the second line, or it may be reversed. The couplet does not need not rhyme.
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In The Coward, stanzas are broken up along the syllables of the end rhymes: spouse, souse, grouse, blouse; om-i-nous, blas-phe-mous, a-non-y-mous; ne-far-i-ous, ac-ri-mo-ni-ous, du-bi-ous & pu-sil-lan-i-mous.
LEXICON
acrimonious: (adj) (typically of speech or discussion) angry and bitter.
a big girl’s blouse: British idiom, meaning someone is ineffectual or weak; someone failing to show masculine strength of determination
disposition: (n.) inherent characteristics.
grouse: (n.) one who complains constantly.
implicature: (n.)* the action of implying a meaning beyond the literal sense of what is explicitly stated, for example, saying the picture frame is nice and implying I don’t like the picture.
innate: (n.) inborn, natural
nefarious: (adj) (typically of an action or activity) wicked or criminal.
portent: (n.)
1. a sign or warning that a momentous or calamitous event is likely to happen, an omen.
2. (literary) an exceptional or wonderful person or thing. [‘What portent can be greater than a pious notary.’]
pusillanimous: (adj) showing a lack of courage or determination; timid.
souse: (n.) a drunkard.
People want to commit suicide,
people choose to die over livin life.
Why has it come to be this way?
Why has this life become so meaningless,
that we just want to throw it away?
We become selfish and think our life is so bad,
dont think of others who's lives are worse, But still greatful for what they have.
People take for granted the things they've got,
clothes, food, smokes and shoes, even a roof or a bed,
They dont think of the homeless,
the hungry, not even the cold or the hot.
They just think they want to be dead,
Things happen in our lives that, to us, seem bad.
We dont look for help or trust any "friends"
All because of the past we've had.
Dont be a coward and run away,
Stick it out, Live life,
I know that there's alot of strife,
But stick it through day to day.
People want to commit suicide,
people choose to die over livin life.
Why has it come to be this way?....
Music on. Time to spare.
Lovely drive. Day so fair.
White beast, seething in my mirror.
Angry travels, encroaches road furher.
As a bee travels. As the vine grows.
Travel logistics, doubt he even knows.
As I signal. As I slow to turn,
street serpent, almost eats ship's stern.
Me, placid face. You, twisted scowl.
Finger raised, mouths profanity's growl.
As it happens, we meet up ahead.
Rolling down window, I extend my head.
"Hello, sir.
You wave as if you know me.
Something to say?
Something you wish to show me?
We can pull over, at the next lot.
I'm certain, a resolution can be sought.
Or...are your briefs simply too taut?"
Paper dragon rushes away.
Window back up, nothing to say.
Yea...that's what I thought.
Lion from Oz. No courage brought.
First world man.
Drives first world van.
First world entitled, empowered.
Nothing, but a first world coward.
Road rager. Bully. Internet troll.
You are all the same.
No spirit, no spine, all bark, no soul.
People like you set this country's mood.
No matter. It's all good.
When it ends, you will be my food.
-Angel Fatale-
You asked to love you like never before
And I did; I gave you my whole heart, what more?
But you are still staggering, what for?
You've two hearts now, so why are you still torn?
I like your excuses, but not this lie
That you aren't getting enough
Haven't I tried?
I know you are afraid of the road that looks rough
I built a realm for you in my heart
There thoughts of you comfortably sat
But I was deluded, you were never inside there
Instead you are getting weaker and weaker out here
Are you afraid?
To hold my hands and face the world?
Are you such that coward?
That you are shivering and choking on words
I know it is just an excuse which people fake
When they are really breaking down inside, then accuse you brought the break
If you believe you are so far from me then I can overtake
If you believe you are so generous, then step on your brake
I hate it when you say our relationship is weak
Because I know my heart is more than strong
Enough to sustain us for decades of weeks
Then why are you shivering, what's wrong?
If you want to leave, then you are free
Though how i will let the tears flow will be my deal
But I believe we can be more better as you can see
And that's only if you will believe
Stop making excuses, its of no use to love
Its only making it more worse
Let's make up for the lost time, and repair the loss
Become you back, throw away the remorse
Stop being weak and hold onto me
My strength is enough to carry
All the pains and hurts
Just hang in there and hold on more...
THE BRAVE MAN STANDS - THE COWARD LEAVES.
I stood watching the first snowflake’s battle action :
First of a horde – a first-flake trumpeter announcing
The immense white horde’s cold intention
Of riding roughshod and merciless over everything,
Last week my friendly leaves burned gold,
But their cold heat was an illusion,
No warm defence ‘gainst the winter cold.
Theirs was no flame of defensive passion
It was a mere seeming fire-moat,
But a dying fire, not burning - just the yellow
Of coward leaves running and turning coat
At the hint of a white army certain to follow.
Cold golden souls trembled as wind bit their shape,
And to the air they wildly took, fleeing, trying to escape –
Tumbling in panic for a while, rising slowly to drop like tears.
Above the wood for another mile then fell to rest with craven peers.
Widely then under the boughs of laden yellow leaf
Spread a sorry carpet of brave summer come to grief.
They were blown to the river - not to flame ,
But with dampened ardour to run ungainly, with shame,
And float ignominiously, and collect their coward fellows
In unranked masses at the slack black shallows.
Among the faded reeds and river weeds
Hiding their terror and their coward’s deeds
Where brave summer had reigned in wood and river
Now only poltroons were seen to shiver.
They fled on the run out of the wood -
Fair weather friends abandoning me as I stood.
Coward coward cunning and stunning where might you be running.
This debacle that you hide from will find you it's unlike you not to see
this through turn around coward and face your fears as to not let them
grow in twenty years.
Wipe that stupid grin off your face,
Grime soaks in your bubbly cheeks
You soak everything in like a filthy sponge –
I would divorce this feeling of guilt
It stinks like manure on the ground…
The stench is too overwhelming
Don’t let me be ensnared by guilt
Be prepare to face your fears…
We’re on this roller-coaster together
We can do this…
This will erase our past enmities in our minds
Time breaks my heart,
Once thumping with excitement
Once flourishing with love, not resentment
You take everything so serious
Like a pissed off clown…
Sc-scaring me out of my wits
Dry your tears of dread…
You’re a coward,
Hanging by a thread
And you’re awkward!
Leave me be…
Let go of your worries and don’t drift away
Let it be…
Don’t you wanna be free?
Just be patient – Tomorrow is almost here…but today,
It will get better don’t fret
I can see it in your eyes that you’re upset
Don’t ever regret
The quarrels that you and I get into
I’m not giving up on you
I’m not through with you
Yet…I feel sorry for you
We both feel like a disgrace
Embrace
Fearless Feelings
Honor, Hope, and Faith
Get rid of guilt,
For it is a foolish coward just like us in some sense
But worse than everyone put together…
Does that make sense or am I being too intense?
We will be two peas in a pod forever
It’s not a temporary relationship
That breaks apart easily…
It’s as stable as a well-built ship
If only I had the courage…
Constantia Clinic, 16 December,
A day forever to be remembered.
You last day on this earth,
It was only twenty months and a bit since your day of birth.
Now today six months later I am staring at the ceiling,
Seeking a way out, as there is no healing
I can cry for a hundred years,
You won’t be coming back, no matter my tears.
How do I hold on without letting go?
I am a coward, but the world don’t know.
Why did you have to leave?
I want to follow you but I am too weak!
It is just too hard to live my life again,
If only I had the courage; I would put my story to an end
P.s. While typing these words, I was sitting, crying in my daughter’s room. I was inconsolable. The motion sensor lights switched off, the room was in complete darkness. If only life was that easy; your light switch off if you don’t want to live life. Then I won’t need any courage…
'Tis a cow'rd indeed
Who does not have the courage.
To say, "I'm afraid."
Caitiff
A word to know well—
Someone who’s contemptible!
A coward for sure . . .
Infamous and obnoxious . . .
A miscreant immoral!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
July 16, 2018 (Tanka)
I am a Coward
They all came with a promise of smile and laughter..,
But soon all were gone, and I was left in the pool of tears..!!
Now I again was left alone..
With no friend I can call dear..!!
The lessons my life taught seems so harsh..
The dreams I had of flying high, ended with a sudden crash..!!
And the one who were my friends ...
Were the one who broke my life's thread..!!
Yes, I lied, cheated and faked my smile..
All to make sure that I have a friend,
Who at least would walk with me just an extra mile...!!
With them leaving ...the fighter in me also died..
And today I leave this world with nothing..;
But a missing smile..!!
Yes, call me coward ..or a looser ..
Call me whatever your heart desires..!!
I have given up on my life..;
As death seems more fair..!!
Today is the day I died..
I know world would laugh at me..
And on the reason why I died..!!
But no one knows the pain I felt..
And soon I would be lost in the pages of time..
As you know the time fly's by..!!
If I ever come back ..
Please my Lord kill me young...!!
I am not good enough for your beautiful and kind world..!!
Today is the day I died..
But no one knows the pain I felt..
And soon I would be lost in the pages of time..
As you know the time fly's by..!!