Best Cower Poems
Gray covered skies, tints of light
Waiting, trying, to do what is right
A storm of thoughts in my mind
Gets even worse with what I find
There’s a stagnant air outside
I thought I heard an angel that cried
There’s a stillness around today
That indicates more is on the way
Minutes pass slowly, birds chirping count
Many things suddenly mount
Finding answers, that were not known
Flying places, I haven’t flown
Gray covered skies, tints of light
Remain the same each hour
I look at the color of the flower,
Blooming through a rain shower
- I do not cower -
Heidi Sands
6/1/22
When you make me cower I am
Less than a negative
Less than nothing
Less than wretched
When I false praise you I feel
Like a coward
Like a groveling animal
Like you're dutiful pet
When I finish cooking and cleaning for you
I'm tired but I smile
I'm hungry but I fein
I let you take me and I cry
It's my job
I am your wife
How I wish for the strenghth
to take you life.
Should We Cower in Life's Castles?
I can hate things you value and still think you're worthy
of friendship, of honor, though we disagree,
but communities call for reciprocal action;
I can't tie your hands and pretend you're not me!
Yes, agreements are great (all votes equal and counted)
where power's not worshiped (that's sure that it's right).
Truths exist (some more likely), like "all men are sinners,"
like men are dim boobs who believe they've birthed 'light!'
Let's not live safe in castles and call this world peaceful,
not lock loved ones out of the fears and the dreams
all have doubts they are up to, share crayons with strangers
who'd color worlds' futures (give thought to their schemes!)
Let's eschew thoughts that 'tribes' bring us safety through numbers,
mob's strong-arm, 'group think' aren't great paths hearts can choose,
that religious 'faith' questioned means we're undeserving,
that Grace must get earned if one's soul's not to lose!
First, comes chicken or egg? Truth's mankind had ONE mother
whose progeny flourished (her rivals -decay?)
Call her 'Eve' if it pleases, 'precursor to human,'
who rose from 'star's dust' (that the Bible calls "clay")
if 'God' called shots or not! Truth's that Christ claimed this early,
"all men are your brothers," and 'race' seems 'trash talk'
of small minds (when it's voiced for advantage!) Truth's Science,
too, echoes faint models! What's "TRUE" is God's lock!
Evolution shines bright (hides God's heart in its shadows)
in shadows meandering billions of years
back to date we can't ken yet though someday our heirs might.
'Fixed stars' (like 'flat earth') are a joke (God's in tears?)
If I knew one sure thing, then I might be less humble!
I don't (though night's stars seem much grander than me!)
So I dream that there's more (that God's Love's in the offing)
and love of dear friends is all I need to see!
Brian Johnston
17th of December in 2022
Bow in hand, arrow
Dared man, 'YOUR WORDS ARE LIKE DUST,
THEN BABBLE YOU MUST'!
to cower in fear is to lose all strenghth so cower in fear of me....
Never cower to people
Who think they,
Have the power,
Because in that
Hour of need all they
Will do is run.
Nothing will ever
Be done by them,
Yet they have the
Biggest mouth
To put you down.
They are bond by
There minds that are closed.
Which would take
A crowbar, to get it
Open or even a slight ajar.
So why even bother,
they will never succeed or be a star.
So there is no need to help them,
Because they do not deserve.
There will be ones, who serve,
For good and others for bad.
If you do not know,
Then,
The journey has only just begun.
Cower from Trump Tower
What we all will do is start to cower,
When we hear about Trump Tower;
Golden shower prefers,
As each one endures;
We wonder who killed his will power.
Jim Horn
Son, you’ll rise before the sun breaks its chains
And work your father’s yard ‘til fingers strain!
You will bow and drop your knee to the ground
And soften your roar when grown folk around.
Boy, never dare meet my eye when you speak,
Be brave out there but in here, you be weak!
You must break yourself to my sage command,
This is the respect that I must demand!
Look at us grown, ‘respectful’, and hunchbacked
walking on tight whips that you all done cracked.
We’re still bending to our elders’ designs
Our heads folded and courage in confines,
Our peers push and sway like the sunflower
When we have been made to crouch and cower.
We are without conviction from their stem
For our fathers made us as theirs made them.
See us grown, ‘respectful’, and African,
We’re Perch in a world of the Pelican.
We hide our whimpers and we ground our knee
To all folk — be they grown or be they wee
Cowards cower here
Highlighting all of their fears
With all of their tears
We foresaw the fall
From dilapidated walls
And heartbroken calls
They may have one eye
But it's filled with shallow lies
Festering like flies
Cowards cower here
They lack strength in lonely years
They are not our peers