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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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,...

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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...

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"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...

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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...

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