Best Roar Poems
Just because she roars
Doesn't mean she doesn't feel
You don't know her ordeal
Stop and think before you squeall
You don't know what she has to conceal
You couldn't possibly know how she feels
She hasn't made any deals
She tries to be real
And Before you appeal
You should love her enough to let her heal
Attune yourself to see the miracle of music.
Merging with the dance is truly ecstatic.
Hey! Swing, sway and frisk, every way it’s fantastic!
Stir your senses, I wanna hear your riotous roar.
Unbound and bounce, in you I see Terpsichore
Just dance, just dance! Forget every frightening chore!
I call it meditation, the best way of catharsis.
Whirl, twist, sway and spin under wonderful hypnosis.
Dance! Just dance, it needs no basics!
Hey! Go with the beat. Dance to the tune of your heartbeat.
Don’t stop, keep stomping your feet.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
Yes! You are a blend of perfection.
I know dancing is an addiction,
Unbound soul’s reflection.
Groove, groove, groove!
Don’t stop, don’t stop that move!
To hell with the stares!
Come on come on who cares!
Dance to the music of spheres!!
17/03/2019
Still breathing lilacs in a lustrous trance. (Ink Empress)
Solitary flower loosely clustered kissed by the morning sun
you are the flower of the hour comparable next to none
Dreamtime beauty with a hint of lavender and subtle pink
you stand out among the others like an Empress made of Ink
Your mystic whisper is a murmur to my ear that says I'm here
you are a revelation, God's special jewel, a bright lit chandelier
Still breathing lilacs in a lustrous trance you give yourself away
as you wave your beauty around I can only whisper, " Stay"
To the lilac bush that thrives on the Holy Land that I adore,
I say "live and breathe for me" and let me hear you roar !
Words, how I adore !
holder of thoughts and much more
when worn out, a bore !
One sublime world of no roar
dive into and grasp its lore.
We
implore Thee our Lord
to let us know
if
coronavirus is nature's whisper
of
displeasure with Man
or
is it the prelude of her wrath's
roar?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 March 2020
I am strong as that of a mighty eagle
Won't back down to predators
I am strong that of atlas
Can carry the world on my shoulders
I am strong that of a loco motive
Reaching final destinations
I am strong that of God
Only within His calling
For the hand who touches
Is the man saved
I have the willpower
To see it through
I have structure
To make it happen
I have knowledge
To share unto others
For I am woman
Hear me Roar
Entry For Rambling Poet's
I Am Strong Contest
to live in the woods
listen to the sheer quiet
so weighty and loud
the morning silent
not a whisper of sound stirs
deafening stillness
weighing on the ear
silence roars loud in the brain
the bird’s shrill cry brays
Trisha Sugarek, 2011
No!
Brave I am not, my
Friends,
It’s only my indignation for
The injustice committed against
So many good people*
That
Makes me, for justice, like a lion
To ROAR!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 OCTOBER 2014
*Many people are not fairly treated for they are good!
Jusice should prevail here!
I don't believe the present day depiction of the dinosaur
with its very intimidating, very loud roar,
because dinosaurs were reptiles, and I know this much for sure.
There are over 8,950 present day species of reptiles,
and a soft hiss is the loudest any of them roar,
except perhaps for the amphibians,
aquatic reptiles who are vocal very often
regarding territory claims or when seeking partners for mating,
but they are hardly roaring. It sounds more like they're singing.
He roars with diligence when I walk past
And when I roar back, he squeaks
The cannons roar, hatred inflame
Destruction, chaos, without shame
Our countries fabric torn apart
Pride and conviction rule the heart
Life as before we can't reclaim
Atrocities in freedoms name
Negotiations soon became
Words meant to stop, but instead start
The cannons roar
We won't remember them by name
Who heard the bugle's call and came
They, on the battlefield depart
Victims felled by the warriors art
The cannons roar
12/09/2011
"We won't have a society if we destroy the environment."
- Margaret Mead
It's time to face the facts, Jack, Jill;
give the marsh back to the ocean,
move uphill. Give the river back
its mouth, the shore to the sea.
It's way past time to clean the obscene –
ness from the blue-green waters
we rape to feed us. Dead zones exist
in the deep, yet we weep
when nature disturbs our ego.
We just don't get it. The need to breathe
begins in the sea. It's life, renewed,
in grasses that cleanse our ignorance,
in spite of our arrogance,
We are choking her to death
with stupidity and greed.
HEAR ME ROAR….
You think you’re better than me,
Trying to dominate the very soul that created you, protected you
Maybe a century ago you could say men had a say,
Only because we were not allowed to, in the law of tradition not principles,
But not now, not this century we have a voice now,
A say, from all this barbaric confusions and war that is implemented in their heads.
We women fight every day for our freedom, for our right, because at the end of it it’s about equality not victory.
We know you can past us by and we don’t care, At least we can control ourselves But we caught your attention obviously you’re so week, so fickle that only a raise of our dress can make them forget who they really are.
Patriarchy is so evident, you wear a short dress you’re a ****, you have a Tattoo you’re a lesbian
But now we can accomplish the unlimited we can raise the bar and prove them wrong,
There is no limit to success, we have choices ladies, we have freedom and that’s what matters.
The World is at the figure tip no more being treated like a “doormat” we have “rights”.
Around the Truck With a Roar
By Elton Camp
Bob was driving home one day
But a big truck got into his way
“He’ll pull over or stop soon,”
Bob, at first, did hopefully croon
This road had many a blind curve
Only an idiot around it would swerve
Finally, Bob gave away to irritation
And blew his horn in frustration
The truck went slowly down the road
For, in fact, he had a very heavy load
Bob had no special deadline to meet
Still he squirmed angrily in his seat
“When that approaching car gets by,
To pass that truck I’m going to try.”
He shoved the accelerator to the floor
His powerful engine began to roar
Around the curve a Hummer came
For the wreck, Bob was to blame
Around the curve, lickety-split
Bob’s car was beautiful, wasn’t it?
The doctor said, “There’s naught I can do”
Bob died that day, proving his words true
From this sad tale, a valuable lesson learn
Foolish changes, an early demise may earn
I am a war
I hold the friend and the enemy
The people who want to be there and the ones who do not
Yes these too are mine
I am war.
I keep the wounded, the dead, and the healthy
I am the letters from family wondering when loved ones will return
I control the souls as well,
I am war.
The bombs, missiles, and other weapons are released upon my command
I do not discriminate between the innocent and the guilty
I am war.
My only enemy is peace is unity
And that is what makes me war
I am compassionate and also callous
I am war.
I crave the beginning and pray it never ends
I am war.
I am ruthless and unforgiving
I am war.