Best Roaring Poems
He sits Alone, In the rising sun ; or is it a setting Moon?
With a birch bark Flute, a sadden Heart plays a very lonely tune
Go north, then west, says Chief Roaring Eagle, I’ll be with You soon
You can feel the tears of “Roaring Eagle” rolling down Your cheek
As he plays a forlorn melody ( of history ) his birch bark flute : sings bleak
For his Native American Ancestry : a Heritage where tribal Leaders “Speak”
Of Yesterdays, when canoes would travel the rivers, catching trout in the creek
In remembrance when Buffalo, Deer, roamed the plains, Salmon owned streams
When a Young Brave, became a man, Hunting in the Forest ; Alone with His dreams
Alone with the mysteries of Life with the voice of Forefathers’ forever heard screams
As the Flute sings to the barren forest of bygones,Chief Roaring Eagle’s Eye, Gleams
In Thanksgiving to the Almighty, the Song of Life , Continues to reassure the Living
The echoes of the birch bark flute reverberate through a dieing forest, ever Living
Go North, then West, to a new land where the Songbirds sing of LOVE: and Thrive
Where the melody of a birch bark Flute ; Sings to Nature we are now again “ ALIVE
Inspired by the Contest "Tell His Story" sponsored by ~Constance~ A Rambling POET
Written by HGarvey Daniel Esquire~~ Dedicated to all Native Americans
9th Place
Sea
Dreamy, smiley
Painting, sculpting, sketching
Mirror, diamond, gleam, deep
Roaring, raging, fascinating
Horrible, vicious
Ocean
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November 10, 2014
Form: DiAMONTE
Fourth Place win
R andom radicals rush rip-roariously on ward
O nerously oggling on-lookers abroad
A nnealing axle-grease atop ankle-high boots
D eliberately dashing dilettante seekers
T raveling tenaciously toward tree-lined detours
R oad rage roars, racers recline, rear-wheels wheelie
I mprobable instances intoxicate incalculable intensity
Probably, they'd get there alive!?
S irens sound
E mptiness emanates extravehicular extemes
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
D eath, death, dangles
I nsanities inane inference
N ickle-plated, nonentities now
G one.
Contest:GROOVE IT ! Free Poetry Contest Details
Style: Heavy Metal
Date:10/9/13 revised
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Back in the rip roaring days of the twenties
Free sex was available and there sure was plenty
While doing the Jelly Roll
Girl's parts they would show
And men started flashing their twenties
© Jack Ellison 2013
MY ROARING T-REX
A vicious angry growl
The pounding of feet on the ground
The sound of munching but in scowl
Looking for bigger bite and cast around
Hiding for awhile and suddenly showed
In the webcam, he grinned broadly
Making way to show his world
Just for playful fun and talk fondly
Come out, come out my roaring T-rex
Come out, come out show me your reflex
I am in the mood to run and be chased
And caught in my little son’s embraced
You are my roaring T-rex in the chat room
Roaring is your way to make me smile
It’s always perfect and laughter in boom
A moment I would always want to reconcile
31 October 2014
I love the wind
Blowing softly against my face,
Fanning it on a hot Summer’s day,
Stirring my hair;
Making the branches and leaves quiver
And the grasses to dance and sway,
And all the while
Whispering a soothing melody
If one but listens intently.
I hate the wind
Roaring violently,
Making the branches and leaves fall,
Bending the grasses till they break,
Whipping the dust around
That stings the eyes,
Finding its way through nooks and crannies,
And whistling an eerie tune
Auguring a storm.
I’m scared of the wind
Blasting at everything in its path,
Causing whole trees to tumble,
And flattening grass, blossoms, and all;
Generating huge waves
That claw their way to shore;
Crumpling poles, posts, and walls,
Howling and shrieking like a banshee,
And snatching the life of the unwary.
April 23, 2023
Among 1st Place
Writing Challenge - ‘W’ Words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
The thunder of war will be silenced when humanity’s roar for peace is heard!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
10 February 2016
like a lion's roar
the sea echoes in seashells
crumbling sandcastles
Rapid gradient
Velocity, turbulence
Increased water flow
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature4.php
Wrinkles can tell the time in a gown. But gown often groom. And paintings although stunning can create volumetric passageways into hidden time warps. Oh what strange attitudes and custom of a currant face with a raisin friend. Charge not a flea cake and joust not with a trumpet. Walk on and over and up and up. Many layers of a ten acre victor sponge. Sitting in a room. In many misted views of millions. Yet when iced glass is cut and crushed it can be utilised by biscuit faced men as a cold remedy. It just relieves congestion. But traffic is dominant on a motorway or a bridge. So don't jump backwards over a tray as one might end up in the deep dark polluted river. Dare to waltz in time to the march of the nine germs? Or sing harmonically with a black dove in a crest? Bare not the fleshy carbon of a print. And fashion a quill from hogs hair only. Deeming duties daring derogatory deeds. And a fish in a bowl giggling. Staturisation sap. No ha no x and a beaming frog. Radicalisation z
The storm becomes darker roaring like a lion,
Freezing the pieces that are left behind this broken heart,
Times up…
What we once knew isn't clear anymore,
Once lovers are now zombies chasing us in this apocalypse I call life,
Our haters that bully us become our worst nightmares,
But yet they give us fuel to keep going, not giving up half way there,
Stay strong, young one,
By the way is ok to be alone with no one by your side,
I stay away far away from everyone, for I do not trust society,
Not even my own shadow do I stand close to…
Among us are crowds of strangers,
Some happy...some down...
Others fuming in a terrorizing sound
And as I am surrounded,
Though I am positively crowded,
I am so desperately alone here
As if these strangers never existed..
As if existence itself is merely a dream,
A sleeping dragon's never-waking nightmare,
Withholding wisdom that a mere figment of the imagination
Could never DREAM to attain
Locked in this chamber of disdain
Oh how long have I waited
For some seaside rain
For the antidote that will heal all of these infected
To find true love resurrected
Don't be ashamed of this hope that clings on
Do not be torn by the majority that say you are wrong...
For within the depths of hate and darkness,
An indestructible strength will emerge
Immune from life's sickly, demented surge
A unique blood running through the body and soul
Creating in you depth, endurance...and control
Your heart will glisten in the tears all around
Because no matter what happens, you will always be moved
You will NEVER become a heart of stone
But a martyr fighting for what's right
In the hope that someday
Darkness will meet light
In a balance that will only generate
Smiles...and bountiful laughter
The storms will roar on in pursuit of our souls...
But their blows are so far behind us as we soar
Into an endless ocean-shimmering sky
Only love will drive us—and the rest that binds us—
Say goodbye
-A collab with my good friend Guillermo Soto!!! Thanks for writing to me, love!
hot night's sounds of fan
out side all around raining
roaring confusion
The roaring 2020 seems to be a peeping visitor
That the world denied love yonder the door
Beetles singing glory be to him who reigns
Trees whistle with their broken lips hosanna
Flies hold conference sessions on bull’s broken leg
And winds swish their clothes in funeral moods
Clouds roll on their back praying alleluia
Broken roofs hoot good bye to smoking visitors
Fire licks bottoms of unwelcome guests
Yet in the middle of things humans are quiet
Having escaped to once abandoned caves
Not of flesh but of the earth engraved for custody
Well prepared for cocktail parties of shadows
That never was on the surface of the earth anywhere
But it happens in the middle world of the 2020
Where faces are painted with sandy winds of hope
Although the wind and the hope cannot share beds
Even in the coldest of nighty winters of life
lives roaring aflame
loss amidst cinders of california
they shall rise
ROARING HUNGRY LION
sometimes I go on
as a roaring lion roars
chasing wild pig-bores
what is for dinner
gazelles and jackals do run
away from lion
the king of beast roars
chasing those animals he
hungers killing those
animals chases
giant paws/claws embrace
just to kill then eat
chasing wild pig-bores
for he is the king of beast
and he must survive