Best Cowardly Poems
Suicide is not cowardly.
Want to know what's cowardly? Continuously making someone feel so low that they feel like death is the only option. Bringing someone so down to the point you put them six feet under, the lowest they could ever possibly go. Instead of helping them or seeking help for them you ignore it and act like it's not a big deal. Making that person feel like nobody cares and their life is pointless...
THAT IS COWARDLY.1/23/13
Form:
The cowardly lion who has no heart, Who's roar speaks no volumes
Therefore the Jungle takes no part, In recognizing his natural right
As his lioness has always led his fight, He walks with no posture
Untamed in his Maine, The monkeys that follow, Lead him to his Shame
Becoming of laughter's, Hyenas on the side lines
Watch as he follows, Demonstrating his puppet-ed ways
As the Lioness who once was true, Despite the left behind Scars, Black and Blues
Also watched as he fought himself, Leaving scars for which he dealt with himself
Insufficient Lion, For the Cubs in which they bared,
They to followed and began to fall, So she "roared" louder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For the pain bared when she bared, Rouse above all he did not possess
Reminding him through her, he was given strength
Reminding them through her, they took their first breathe
Now that they have departed, From a land far from proud
He mingles with a Cat, Co-mingled beside street rats
They have no rein, Rightfully put in place
Of an un-royal jester, Un-respected by the lioness
Who shelters the only true love, Created during an un-realized state
For she did not know her Lion, Was insufficient
Because she was enough, To play both positions
She roars for her gain, As he morphs into a snake
Slithering his way, Trying to gain
Positions to which, He has never been worthy
He steps and he rests
At the bottom of the food chain, Where he is the decay, where he shall remain
For this lioness relentless, In pain she will maintain, Her rights to her domain
"A Recipe for Antonym"
the opposite of
didactic
ulterior motive
Elastic,
bend over for receiving
patronising missives
presumptuous, friendly and deadly
with lol and smiles
then genuflect
then somersault backwards
it’s part of the ceremony
in the soupy wash
Socratic passive is us
plastic, pernicous, piquant and plural
sipped slowly and loyally steadfast
scratching backs towards the shadows
of whispered never me's (sic)
to mirrors gushing sibilant soliloquy
the opposite of lost is now moving in
with a bent halo
and sewn off blunderbuss
inscribed on the handle
I’m sure glad I'm not one of you us
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Twice" / Little Dragon
https://youtu.be/TrpMncSZe-I
Bert Lahr, silly whiskers standing erect
His voice always quivering with emotion
Looking for the courage he already had
It was much more than a silly notion....
He touched my heart with his love
I laughed when he played with his tail
Not a deep dramatic role I know
But a favorite of mine..without fail.
Form:
Society Is no cowardly want to know what's cowardly? Women being judgmental. When continuously turning me down when i ask them out. Do you know how it feels to be alone lost and not felling loved. Bringing someone down to the lowest point they can possibly go. Yes my family loves me but is not the same i fell alone lost and not loved. There is an emptiness that no one wants to fill. You wont be my companion my best friend or my lover. Because you take just one look at me and i am judged by you . How can you judge me you don't even know me. You wont even take time to get to know me. Instead you just ignore it and act like it's no big deal or that it's not your problem. Do you really know how it feels when you are all alone and feel lost and not loved. It makes me feel like nobody cares and that my life is pointless. That's just women being judgmental.
Form:
My bold is a blast of lighting
My roar can split the ocean
My goals are in heaven’s door
They are so ready to be hold
There’s a battle ahead but I stepped away
They see me as a courage that’s wrapped in dignity
But I’m all weak inside; my cavalier is just a souvenir
I keep this strictly outlook
So nobody can get near me
I am cold as the chilly weather
I am tedious as the opera show
The cowardly lion looks so enchanted
With eyes that no one can ever define
Trapped in confusion to find happiness
The bravery painted beautifully over this delicate heart
We are the wind, the air, the ether
Our separate souls connecting teacher
Adrift upon a shifting essence
Allowing life its ever presence
A beam of light, an ocean wave
Heroic knight, cowardly knave
Passing through a moment’s now
No where or when, no why or how
We are the wind, the air, the ether
Our separate souls connecting feature
©10/1/2022
Sans mind-body who are we Poetry Contest
Do not mistake me my friend
I appreciate your concern
But it is not needed believe me
You analyze all the small things I do!
You worry about things that are not problems!
I am fine!
So what! If I get upset sometimes? We all do!
But for no reason? Over no one? Recently more often?
So what! If I get a little bit depressed sometimes? Most of us do!
But over nothing? No one on the mind? Recently more often?
So what? If I cry sometimes? Some of us do!
But with no reason for these heavy tears? Tears that fall by their own means? Recently more
often?
So what? If I cut myself sometimes? We all... a few of us do!
But feeling nothing before? During? Or after? And recently deeper and more often?
You think I suffer from the mental disease depression!
But you have seen me with my friends! Or with anyone I can talk to!
Never was there a soul as happy and hyper!
But watch me when I am alone,
By myself,
With time to think,
That is when I go numb and the “depression” creeps up on me
But there is nothing wrong with me!
I refuse to be told I have this disease!
You say it is a disease?
And that it isn’t my fault?
And that it can be treated?
You want me to see a doctor! And to be plastered with the “depression” sticker!
There is nothing wrong with me! You shall see!
I shall go to your doctor! And prove I am fine!
But what if you are right? And the doctor confirms it?
What if I have depression?
Where did this dark whole within my body come from?
It is swirling and draining all the laughter and smiles from me
It is the cowardly disease;
It only creeps up on me when it knows I am alone
Oh god what if it is true ?
what if there is something wrong with me?
I am scared now to go to the doctors incase it is true.
If a disease is left untreated it gets worse right?
So does that mean that I could get worse?
Could the cold, deep, dark whole within my body spread and eventually surface through my
skin on show for anyone to see?
Do I have this disease? Is it mine?
If I do and it is then it is my cowardly disease.
Form:
Allow me to introduce myself, I am the Lion that is cowardly.
A puss in boots of the sorts, crippled with anxiety.
At this very moment I am feeling sublime.
For I am laying face-up in a poppy field, stoned out of my mind.
The fog is starting to clear, its all coming back to me now.
What was I thinking? What, when, why, how!?
It all started when I met a girl named Dorothy and her dog Toto,
accompanied by a tin guy with no heart and a brain dead scarecrow.
She said that some wizard who resides in Oz can put some courage in me.
All I needed to do was to follow them to the Emerald City.
Some may call it a lack of better judgement, but I followed her lead.
Skipping down a yellow brick road toward my destiny.
I immediately regretted it, but I was too scared to go back.
So I kept on following her regardless of my anxiety attack.
Now it could just be me...
but all things terrifying seem to follow Dorothy.
She is being stalked by a witch, traveling on a broom by air.
Her companions are flying demon monkeys, out of my worst nightmare.
I think that Dorothy may also be insane.
She keeps blabbering about a place called Kansas again and again.
I'm almost certain this place does not exist, she is talking crazy.
Maybe she should ask the wizard for a pill that will cure her insanity.
I think I'll just lie here in the poppies, pretending to be high.
Maybe they'll leave me here, I can only hope they pass me by.
Ill go back to my forest, back to my cowardly ways.
Back to being scared of my shadow, back to better days.
Tormented, frustrated and tired, I look to faith to drive me forward.
I sit insecure, yet hopeful that I will joyously witness the promises of tomorrow.
The ever so powerful Lord, will He acknowledge me, and bless my existence.
I am, after all, just one of many crabs here, and we often hide from others out of
fear.
All of my life I have been afraid, except when I vas very young. In youth, I was
fearless because I was not aware of those threats that could have been fatal to
me. I
I have since learned to be more cautious and only venture out of my safe
confines to
satisfy my hunger needs. Safety only exists deeply embedded in the cervices of
the algae covered rocks, placed naturally along the shoreline. Therefore, I must
slowly come out to dine, yet quickly retreat in the crevice if danger is imminent.
In spite of my life’s dangers, I have visions of becoming more than a cowering
crab. Never will a crab like me find true purpose, if I am stuck in the daily ritual of
surviving. With passion in my heart and determination in my mind, I take a huge
plunge off my rock into the raging water below.
Form:
What does it feel like to die?
I see that bird flying there
It feels so free
But birds have hurt and pain too
I forget about other peoples hurt and pain too much
do I think about myself too much?
Is that the essence of my problem?
Am I a coward?
Is it cowardly to live or cowardly to die?
Thousands of enemy is nothing to me,
If you are in my sight; thousands of
Problems are nothing to me, if you are
Always with me; I will powder all the
Rocks, if you always come behind me;
Himalayas and Everest are nothing to me
If you are hopeful in me; pacific and Atlantic
Are going to drain, if you show a small sign
Asia is going to be cut, if you let me let!
I even stop natural flood, flowing blood,
If you let me go like Russian stud;
No longer will I let tsunami to rule,
If you let me to take your love tool;
I even make all impossible to possible,
Even I’ll pass in my maths, but it’s hard
To propose my heart to you!
Form:
I guess Fear overpowered Hope and Faith. I guess
that way
is best.That way no one hurts. Just
right. No
mistakes. No
mess-ups and
broken hearts.
Foolishness, like a bird
sees no cat ready
to pounce. To kill.
To make it suffer.
Well that bird
had hope and faith,
but forgot about the simple facts of life.
I'm a coward.
I let people assume that I was born this way when in reality it was bred into me to be so defensive.
I let people belittle me because I fear being by myself, so it's better to be a mat they walk all over than to be nothing to them at all.
I don't speak my mind because all my life I was told to observe , you learn more about people that way they said.
I constantly have to put on a fake smile to keep people around because getting replaced is a regular occurrence.
I don't know how to love properly because I fear it's him touching me again.
people's assumptions of me always seem so legit but I sometimes wonder if they actually got to know me ,would they be so okay with the things i joke about.... the things that traumatized me?
I would rather be by myself all day than face the judgement of people who are supposed to be supportive.
I'm a coward you see.
I let people step all over me because it's better than them walking away from me...forever.
I wish I was a tin man
Out there cutting wood;
I'd rely upon the lube can
To keep my elbows good.
All day I'd task and toil
Until it's time for tea,
And then I'd take a squirt of oil
To keep my knee joints free.
I'd dream about a girlfriend,
My dreams then turn to dust;
I comprehend at daytime's end
I'm just a heap of rust.
I'll never find a maid of tin,
It's tearing me apart,
As when I search my soul, within,
I find I have no heart.
I wish I was a scarecrow
Out, living in a lea.
But all the critters there, though,
Just jest and laugh at me.
I stand about with outspread arms
Scaring off the birds,
I'm seldom heard around the farms...
I'm always lost for words.
I dream about a girl of straw
Lithe enough to squeeze;
My dreams then turn to chaff, and so
They blow off in the breeze.
I'll never get a spouse of hay,
My dreams swill down the drain;
I wouldn't know just what to say
I haven't got a brain.
I wish I was a lion, brave,
Roaring mighty roars;
Seeing off my foes to save
The world from mighty wars.
I'd spend my time a-prowling,
Vaunting round with pride,
Snarling and a-growling...
But all I do is hide.
I wish I had a lioness
To hunt and ply for me;
But that will never be, I guess ~
I'm cowardly, you see!
I have no courage for to ask
A feline for a date;
I have no luck ~ I have no pluck
I'll never find a mate.
So, I wish I was the wizard
To save me from the storm;
My life is such a blizzard,
But who will keep me warm?
I long to be a magic man
The future I'd foresee...
But then again a better plan,
I'd rather just be me.