Best Crying Wolf Poems
"A Broken Demo"
In a desperate cry for help
She hires every jeweler
A cheap sheep crying, Wolf!
Using old repeating politic
utilizing lies * manipulation
To cover the Glass Paste on her face
Diamond-like - Stonecold and Crooked!
Her true shape -- unveiled -- predictable
A Thief Among The Mines
In a world where certainties are few---
Promises! Promises!
A shallow cut - with high class
no shape --- no spark, a dark mass
Smashing success when opportunity hits
The worst gem in disguise
The diamonds in her eyes -- gone -- expired
If you look, you will see
A twisted reflection in her evil grin
A sinister smile -- waiting to win
Her Vice - a victim --- her puppet
blind * believing her lies
Cutting light performance -
-Without realizing most see past her history
We the people are more than a cubic step
Lighting the madness of her soul
Just remember, every day she sits on her pedestal
Without a twinkle --- she stares into the night
Knowing nothing she stands for is right
Innovation - incomplete
A man-made she-demon trying to wear white
Like the swan, dying every night
She refused to hear the trumpet play
A new moon soon will open our eyes
EXPOSED --- Diamond CUT
Hillary Will Not Be President
#The Poet Destroyer
One of the many things I love about working in a bookstore is how, every now and then, the magic of the store unwraps…Like the other day when a mother sat in our big chair reading a book…with her daughter seated on her lap.
It reminded me of when I was a little boy sitting atop my mother’s knee…and how the world became a magical place…when she would read to me.
I smiled thinking how, like me, this girl is in for a wild ride…just because of the time her mother took…to introduce her to the wonders…inside the pages of a book.
She’ll learn how a mouse can run up and down a clock…she’ll meet a storyteller named Mother Goose…she’ll learn how a cow can jump over the moon…and what to do with three mice on the loose.
She’ll learn about three pigs…their houses…about some scary brothers Grimm…she’ll learn about a boy who kept crying wolf…and all the trouble that followed him.
She’ll learn a monkey can be curious…how our need for heroes will never end…she’ll learn to say good night to the moon…and how a spider and a pig can be friends.
And the day will come when from her mother’s knee…it will be time to say goodbye…The day she’ll take what her mother has taught her…flap her own wings…and fly.
I imagine every time she opens a book…opens to its wonder, its laughter…its mystery…she’ll smile remembering where it all began…atop her mother’s knee.
So on this day and every day remember…its never too late to start reading…
for inside each book a magical world awaits…
and herein lies the beauty of reading a book…
because…it’s also never too late.
How silly for me to fear going to sleep
when I need sleep so much.
The intensity of fearful thoughts
consumes me, and I just can't sleep.
When pure exhaustion overcomes me
I drift off and pray that this night
will be different....will be night terror free.
Free from my terrifying screams that
shake me awake.
That darkness, those in my face other
worldly creatures I can't quite discern
which cause my night terrors, plague me.
My screams leave my throat hoarse, leave
my body trembling, and heart pounding.
Then I lie awake in fitful tossing and turning
until daylight breaks.
I have no conscious fears to reflect upon,
no reasons for my nocturnal fright.
Yet it happens almost every night.
Doctors haven't given me any useful advice.
Meditation, prayers, leaving the lights on
when I sleep have come to no avail.
My bedroom has been, sage smudged,
reiked, incensed and God blessed.
Angel protection seems to work the best.
Yet still these night terrors persist.
Psychoanalysis, and hypnosis hasn't helped.
I feel like the little child who keeps crying wolf,
who will one day scream, then be ignored by
family who have become used to my screams.
As yet I have not met another who suffers
with night terrors but I am searching for a group
to join of kindred souls who comprehend what
I am dealing with, who may also suggest
a way to end these frightful terrors for my sanity.
Until I find a way, I won't give up. I still have faith.
8-8-17
*Note:
Night terrors are a form of sleep disorder in which a person partially awakens from sleep in a state of terror. A sufferer of night terrors experiences an activation of his or her fight-or-flight system.
Night terrors usually occur during the deepest stage of sleep, which is typically the first half of the sleep cycle. Night terrors are not nightmares, which are a form of dreaming. Because the person may still be partially asleep during a night terror, they can be inconsolable and unaware of their surroundings. They may have no memory of the episode when they awaken.
Every time you walk into my space,
Everything that’s real about me,
Gets erased.
Somehow, it always ends up
My mistake—
Comatose I am,
to my own fate.
I have decades, years
Not knowing how--
Can I fix this ever,
If not now?
Every step closer, you’re closing in on me,
You say cruel things
And then say you’re “helping me”
There’s always Doubt— anxiety needs approval:
I’m still inside this hole and
You won’t hasten my removal.
Will you leave me stuck here?
I bend and bow, and
Bow and bend then try again, somehow-
try once more, again, to get “me” back on track,
Sometimes it feels like “me” is
Never coming back.
Broken me feels lost and helpless,
Ripped with pain,
Broken is still broken,
No matter who’s to blame.
You become a non-person
It happens slow—
you don’t deserve to be respected, didn’t you know?
Everything you say is questioned, your life is made a lie--
You broke their hearts, you nasty person, just lay down and die!
Suffering’s hard, and so is pain,
But there’s no one here to stop me, except me, and its become a game...
Of keeping tabs and hoping you’ll never see how broken I've become-
Yet your words against me are only lies, one day the curse will be undone.
One day, you’ll get a glimpse of your iceberg cold
Heart
The Deja vu police’ll
Catch up to you when speeding on a lark,
And ticket you for lying to GD, pretending--
You were only playing Peacemaker,
Your devotion neverending…..
Oh the Horror of admitting
You were in fact, Ego-sitting!
Then it will be plain,
It was YOU who commanded me to wear the Scarlet
Letter,
Not because I sinned, but because you needed to be
“Better”.
But until then, ‘dear’ Christian(s)
Who committed me to this
Hole,
You currently offer generous condolences to
Yourself, not me, the
“Infidel”…
Parading your mirrored mask,
Your friendly smile--now its on, now its off-- just like a faucet
While behind closed doors you
Spread derogatory gossip—
And there can only be an ugly end to this
Charitable epistle,
I wash my hands of them, and wait for their delusionary lies’ dismissal.
Those who stake their lives on
Crying Wolf may
Seem to have the upper hand,
yet Gd sees through their fake disguises--
and always remains in command.
Patiently waiting
with unseen surprises,
Blatantly ripping off
Their dark, dirty
disguises.
Poison onion rings
Bunion on a sling
Rustic carriage bolts
Shoe string eating antelopes
Cankered bison crying wolf
While dancing under the heated son
No one comes this is the dawn
At crawling stage you learn for good
That floor speck doesn’t taste like food.
The stove is hot, do not touch lest
You dare to put it to the test.
Don't fake big tears as false alarm -
Crying wolf fable brings more harm.
Now son, your real struggle and strive
Starts to go on in adult life.
Do not knock up your date unless
You're on one knee and she says yes.
Grey matter matters, not the size.
Don't drink and drive, no compromise!
When come of age you must consent -
Either move out or pay half rent.
Trust me, age is not a number,
Getting there will more encumber.
Say no to drugs and holly smokes -
Respect your loving, wise old folks!
My twelwth not last advice to you -
Do as I say, not as I do!
February 8, 2023
(So Beat It)
How many times must I forgive you
Before
You meant just what you said
How often must I play these games
Until
We're forced to forfeit at the hands
Of your disease
You're so busy crying wolf that you've
Forgotten you're red-handed
The
Scene of the crime laced by the scars that
You have made, your words
Born
From the poison that an absent mother brings
I've spent my life keeping your secret
Could
You tell me why I should?
Give me one good reason to protect the
Twisted
Logic that's become fail proof
Hogwash is your calling card, bipolar is
Your
Excuse for when you drop from
My life completely, without a single sound
There,
I said it: you're insane, and I'll
Venture far enough to say that now it's all
Your fault
You had the chance to dig yourself
Out, and now that it's too late, you're dragging
All
Of us down
Yes, I'll admit that you're a burden
But
I still don't want you dead
Since you've officially denied to be my
Mom
I want you gone instead, as
You've for years intended. For once, I
Wish
It wasn't all about you. I'm
Caring about me for a start, not that you
Could tell
Oh, you've missed your cue?
Well I'll give you a hint: this is the part where
You act like the adult, so I
Can be a kid again
I'm evicting you and all your secrets out
The
Front door of my mind, and onto
The corner of the real world that you can't
Seem
To find. I've been your helpless hostage
Just one too many times. You were once violent,
Always
Cruel, and never the mom I'd be
Ashamed to leave behind
I guess this is ta-ta for now, so don’t let your ego
Hit you in the rear on your
Way out
He's Just A Man!
He's just a man
living in 2018
being accused of sexual allegations by too many women!
He's just a man
living in 2018
trying to survive it in a world of women accusing him and so many other men with sexual allegations!
He's just a man
living in 2018
always on his guard and being
forced to always prove his innonence everywhere he goes!
He's just a man
living in 2018
trying to survive in this world of too many women crying rape as if it is the new old crying wolf saying!
He's just a man
living in 2018
being found guilty in the courts whether he is guilty or innocent
and being sentenced to any amount of years to life in prison!
He's just a man
living in 2018
being forced to accept third and fourth generation feminism and women empowerment, and women being better than men, being forced onto him and other fellow men as well!
He's just a man
living in 2018
always wondering and asking where has all the masculinity gone to?
He's just a man
living in 2018
wondering and pondering
why women of today are redoing old movies which originally had male dominant roles, and replacing them with female dominant roles?
He's just a man
living in 2018
wishing he had recorded
every second
every minute
every hour
every week
every month
every year
of his life
in order to have actual video footage evidence proving his innocence from power-hungry and gold-digging women as well!
He's just a man
living in 2018
always wondering and pondering
what the hell has happened to today's society and generations!
He's just a man
living in 2018
being blamed for being a chauvinist because he believes in being a macho man and hanging out with other men and wants to bring back the old times which he fantasizes about being in again!
A thousand times you'd smile
Saying you were leaving me
That you've found something better
And that you want to be free
But you've been crying wolf forever
My pain you loved to see
After all of my forgiveness
For all you wicked games
You ran without a warning
Far away from all your shame
No note or any reasons
Left for my broken mind
Desperate for an answer
Of which I cannot find
Only peace I find through all this
Is I am free from sin
But still I am the loser
Not knowing what you want to win
Vying buck running, rutting,
Crying wolf crooning, yowling.
Prowling puppy pouncing poking.
Nipping nuzzling nibbling.
Quirky bug buzzing by,
Funny frog wooing, wowing,
Witty owl winking, primping,
Blitzing cockcrow crowing.
Morning moon wincing winking,
Twinkling-twirling tinting
Pink puffy fog, coloring
Glibly, gifting until morning –
© January 4, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: H-E-A-D-S OR T-A-I-L-S!
Sponsored by: nikko palmario
My mind wanders off into daydreams quite often.
Or are they just playing scenes I have forgotten?
I spent some time reading from various topics.
Taught musings around concern I have forgotten.
What I loathe and always hate is the crying wolf.
Still young to ponder on what could be forgotten.
Shades of burning amber and red fall to the ground.
Light caressing fresh touch scenes can't be forgotten.
A soundless rustle of leaves; wild inspiration.
How to reveal scenes so they are ne'er forgotten?
When I call to mind a bunny trapped in spotlights,
Hunter who catches broad ones is ne'er forgotten.
Natural muse, tranquility among lush trees.
The calm, swaying trees vowed not to be forgotten.
Oh, to return to my youth for only one night.
It was a scene, maybe ne'er to be forgotten.
3rd place contest winner
Written: January 03, 2023
My Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Long ago when fairy tales and fables
Defined that period in time
There's a story seldom told
Of a Dyslexic Shepherd boy
Who guarded the town's flock
From a wolf with hungry eyes
The Mayor said to cry Wolf when he attacked
Then townsfolk would run to his aid
never should he raise a false alarm
The Shepherd Boy before him
knew the rule but disobeyed
He played a joke by crying Wolf
when he wasn't around
He thought it so funny
To call out a false alarm
Making everyone to come running from town.
He played his joke a few more times
Soon not a single villager would react
Then came the night when the wolf made his move
And he cried out that the wolf had attacked
Not a soul ran to help him to fight off the wolf
They heard his pleas but they went by ignored
He was alone to face the vicious wolf Without the villagers support
In the morning when they checked on the Shepherd Boy
His outcome was horrifying and grim
It happened that after his many false alarms
The joke was actually on him.
The Dyslexic Shepherd Boy made a promise
He would never call out a false alarm.
As long as he didn't play tricks
He would never come to harm
The night came when the wolf attacked
He screamed for the townsfolk below
they thought it was a trick
because the Dyslexic Shepherd Boy wasn't crying 'WOLF'
He was screaming 'FLOW'
JSB
Judge Santiago Burdon
Stray Dogs and Deuces Wild, Not Real Poetry, Quicksand Highway, Fingers in the Fan, Tequilas Bad Advice, Lords of the Afterglow, Overdose of Destiny, Architect of Havoc .
*~* Crying wolf on so many occasions - and yet cries that she's honest *~*
It’s something you’ll learn to regret
Crying wolf to shield your secret
No truth behind the words you said
Come on, lie down, you’ve made your bed
Made me act a fool, worry, fret
It’s something you’ll learn to regret
Maybe veracity you’ll find
‘Til then love will resume to blind
I pity who’s next on your list
You’ll grow on their heart like a cyst
It’s something you’ll learn to regret
Your lies that they misinterpret
When you do mean the words you say
No one will trust you anyway
Stuck in the past, you can’t forget
It’s something you’ll learn to regret
In sheepish clothing human (kind?) have growled at what they
thought to be a star in the drama of false knowledge
Narcissistic howling for eons
Predators behaving as if the earth is the centre of…what
while the light has thought to be enlightened
It is the moon’s faulty torch
Arms strong and light years afar they conquered
beamed at their glory and hailed their progression
A howler of lunar proportions
At the beginning there was the word and then came radiance
glowing decrial and wild shouts refusing the message
Crying wolf too often horsens in vain
08th July 2018
Written for Julia Ward's contest 'Wolves and the Moon'