Long Scare away Poems
Long Scare away Poems. Below are the most popular long Scare away by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Scare away poems by poem length and keyword.
I don’t like cats, really,
They scare away birds, pretty ****,
The robin, the blackbird so smart,
They think only of eating weaker than them,
That to jump the balls of innocent wool,
My garden had a sweet music yesterday,
Today it is quieter than a grave,
Cats scare away, nice birds,
They don’t see much further than their pretty nose,
Oh the caresses they expect, what false money,
Turn your back; they devour all your friends.
Je n’aime pas les chats, vraiment,
Ils font fuir les oiseaux, les jolies mésanges,
Les rouges gorges, les merles si intelligents,
Ils ne pensent qu’à manger plus faibles qu’eux,
Qu’à sauter les pelotes de laine innocentes,
Mon jardin avait hier une douce musique,
Aujourd’hui il est plus silencieux qu’une tombe,
Les chats font fuir, les gentils oiseaux,
Ils ne voient pas beaucoup plus loin que leur joli nez,
Ah les caresses qu’ils attendent, quelle fausse monnaie,
Tournez le dos, ils dévorent tous vos amis.
If you are 50 and you are naked
Please
Make it a poem and not a photo
A poem we see your inner beauty
A photo we see out of warranty
A poem we see you’re giving spirit
A photo we see your sagging dreams
A wilting flower is majestical poetry
On paper is part of a suicide note
A naked mind will melt hearts young and old
A naked old man will scare away the scare crows
No one wants to see grandma naked
Not even poor old grandpa
But we will love her all the more
For chocolate chip cookies and loving hugs
You however my princess
At fifty x three, lovely and naked just for me
And I will love you to the very bone
I'm standing on a fragrant lily field
by the serene bay towards midnoon,
falcons gather by the splashing rocks
with eyes that scare away hungry larks;
they must catch their prey and be fed:
they'll attack with their claws a buffoon
who laughs and breaks the stiff stillness,
stumbling down the shell-strewn dunes!
One can see the wide wings of geese
that flap hard against the spiritless air
before encountering the menacing storm;
they faintly honk over the grove of fir...
then, they vanish from sight to divert fear:
happy was their spring and they did perform
eloquently to delight senses and release
a sound merrier than that of a flycatcher!
The sea-breeze turns into violent gusts,
they roar bending beeches and spruces;
drowsy seagulls feel the blast of incoming rain,
they refuse to leave their haven huddling closer....
thinking it won't last to endure useless disdain:
should I heed the warning and run faster than a deer?
I have a half mile to go before I can defy the insidious threat;
my clothes are getting drenched, but I don't show any fret!
Soon the bell will ring.
Asleep, your warmth is still the same
An echo of strength still resides in your arms,
Wrapped around me they Instinctively protect me,
‘though later they’ll hold for a steady hand.
Lying here reminds me, of when I’d scurry to lay
and listen to your sturdy voice bring alive Dreamland.
You’d bush my still wet hair, tickle me to bed,
scare away monsters, and kiss my cheek all in one sweep.
In half an hour, when the bell rings,
You’ll roll away as my day begins,
And I’ll lay out your shoes, socks,
Clean underwear, and gown.
The next appointment is in half an hour,
And after that I’ll lay you down.
Time is running out,
I feel the urgency.
Wanting to know I’m safe.
Wanting to know I’m good.
Needing security.
Needing praise.
Needing courage.
Wanting to be brave.
An hour and thirty minutes
the daylight has been gone.
But in my state of mind
it has been too long.
I need you here
to scare away the fears,
to hide away the tears.
Six years old.
Innocence lost.
Only my sanity
is the cost.
These nightmares won’t
set me free.
I only see
what I’ll never be.
He ruined me.
He ruined me.
He’s installed panic
in my head.
Makes me wish
I were dead.
His deviance
controls me.
Even the truth
won’t set me free.
His power over me
enrages my heart.
He’s taken my soul
and torn it apart.
He took my values
and made me ill.
And yet they expect me
to love him still.
I’ll never understand
this cold, cruel world.
How can a daddy
harm his little girl?
Try mumbo jumbo chicken gumbo soup saith dumbo
Yours truly an unfortunate hostage
within *****sapien zoo
presenting poetic hodge podge
and mish mash to you
looking for unwitting subject(s) to woo,
and albeit impossible mission) to free me,
where within human bondage I stew
more specifically mine personally
custom designed invisible
prison self made,
thus wishing to don persona
of such an éminence grise
as Jawaharlal Nehru,
and trumpet courteous helloo
before bidding kith and kin
and fellow humans permanent adieu.
When free and clear out of the blue
methinks I hear a voice
calling me matt chew
which intones do
please try a healthy dose - Mister Fitzhugh,
a Louisiana creole speciality touted
as psychological cureall within Hangzhou
capital of Zhejiang
sheng (province), China
where amidst bustling
businesses as usual
happens to live animated cartoon
caricature, whose modesty peddling
holistic and homeopathic
(interestingly enough) Asian Jew,
who many neighboring residents
thought semitic rapscallion
long in the tooth occupant loo
duck criss cause he exhibited inhibition,
essentially said reprobate a coward,
who didst udder moo
if you dear reader can bull leave,
hence nonestablishmentarian fella
in their (others) netview
hashtagged snake oil salesman
buzzfeeding gullible poo
courtesy legendary secret formula
comprising his mumbo jumbo
chicken gumbo soup,
our mutual friend Dumbo
doth heartily broker
entrancing kickstaring rendezvous
panacea as genuinely true
but aforenamed solitary wordsmith
also incorporates voodoo
to scare away mailer daemons
all the way to Xanadu
located (courtesy Google)
in the modern-day Zhenglan Banner
in inner Mongolia on southeastern edge
of the Mongolian plateau
The city founded as first capital
of Kublai Khan, the leader
of Mongol Borjigin clan
who founded Yuan dynasty that ruled
most of modern-day China,
Korea, and its surrounding areas.
Our family tree will never stop growing…our faith and comfort will never crumble
Love grows here…so have no fear—God is near
My family, though packed up with pride and low self-esteem, still appears humble
Mirth produces joy and our hope gives birth to cheer
God is our Father; who could play this role as skillfully? Who, other than God, created the world so genuinely?
Love comes from He…so scare away the anxiety—God will grant us ecstasy
My family, though packed up with hope and despair, cherishes my soul with glee
Rebirth and life comes from He and our faith should draw near to thee
"i love you sweet boy..we will have fun this summer and be a close and godly family..nighty nit my light"
This summer, I am positive that we will be a close and godly family
But we must be lights of the world…and we must be willing to finish that race of hardships to earn His dignity
By all means, we will have an enjoyable break without paying a fee
But we must be God’s faithful followers…and we must be prepared to follow our Shepherd who is the key
Of never-ending faith and comfort, nourishing us abundantly
He still exists…He unravels the insanity
Of this world and set us free from blasphemy
Watching over us with pure vitality
Give us Your water
Don’t leave us in the gutter
Listen to the words we mutter
I pray that our family tree will look up to you devotedly
I am just a scarecrow
but my life is now quite dire,
they have decided this year
to put me on a fire.
Who is this chap named Guy Faulkes
I do not want to be him
I love to stand in my field
and scare upon a whim.
I'm very good at my job
I scare away the crows
and I didn't mind the robin
who nested in my nose,
and then there's Jenny wren
who's snuggled in my pocket
and now they want to set me alight
like they do the rockets.
Why cant they make this new guy
and leave me well alone
he wont mind being set alight
for he has got no home
they made me years and years ago
I;m really wearing well
I've a feather in my hat
and a chiming bell.
I'm feeling rather sad today
as you can understand,
I've a belly full of straw
and gloves for my hands
what will the farmer do
to scare the birds away
if i'm not here to shoo
them from his crops each day.
Do you know what I wish
that it should rain all day
On the date November
then they'll stay away
but if it should not rain
I'll hide in the barn
for I cant stand the pain
of leaving this old farm.
If only they could spruce me up
I can get the kiddies on my side
new neckerchief around my neck
in my field i'd take some pride.
When farmer Jones, he made me
he thought me rather good
so why has he forsaken me
to burn me up like wood,
I stood about on this field
forty year or more
I know which birds to scare
I really know the score
oh' farmer Jones.dont do this
your trust i;m sure I'll earn
I've been out in this field so long
i;m sure to green to burn.
The little children love me
especially my friend Nell
for if they came for me today
she'd hide me down the well.
The day is here, the time has come
the party spirits high
hot dogs, toffee apples and fireworks
waiting to light the sky
But wait the children saved me
with a bundle of old clothes
some welly boots, a turnip head
and a carrot for his nose
they stood about in a circle
and heres the reason why
when nobody was looking
they made a chap called guy,
so..my life's been saved today
I can live without fear
well that is of course
till Nov 5th next year.
The veil between the worlds grows thin,
A night for magic, ancient and grim,
When spirits wander, shadows grow bold,
And whispers of stories, ages old,
Echo through the rustling leaves,
As the harvest moon softly weaves.
Once, when the world was young and wild,
People honored the harvest, mild,
And thanked the earth for bounty's grace,
With offerings placed in a sacred space,
For spirits of the earth, to appease,
And ensure a future full of ease.
They dressed in costumes, masks of fright,
To scare away the spirits of night,
And ward off any malevolent spell,
With bonfires blazing, stories they tell,
Of heroes and legends, whispered low,
In the chill of the night, where shadows grow.
With time, the customs changed and grew,
The ancient rituals, fading from view,
But still, the spirit of Halloween remains,
A night of wonder, joy, and pains,
Where children gather, dressed in glee,
And carve pumpkins, bright and free.
Now, the holiday takes on a new form,
A night for laughter, in a playful storm,
Of candy and costumes, and tricks and treats,
A celebration that every heart meets,
With the echoes of ancient rituals, untold,
In the dance of shadows, stories unfold.
But deep within the heart of the night,
Beneath the moon's ethereal light,
The whispers of the ancient past remain,
A reminder of the magic, a timeless refrain,
Of spirits, and harvests, and the earth's embrace,
On this night of shadows, in time and space.
So let the laughter fill the air,
Let the costumes be a joyful snare,
For Halloween is a night to be bold,
A night of stories, yet to be told,
Where the veil is thin, and shadows dance free,
A celebration of the spirit, wild and free.
physical form anchors reality
By: Professor Uxas
-----------------------------------------------------------------
In ancient Greece: Farmers built wooden statues
of Priapus, the god of fertility and viticulture,
to protect crops and scare away animals This tradation
was still used when these farmers came to America
. They settled in places and grew Sorghum × drummondii,
or Sudan Grass Ducks, geese, quail, doves, and various
backyard birds like sparrows eat Sudan grass seeds and the culm
Erecting a scarecrow taller than the 7 to eight feet stalks helps
fear off these bird who feast on the seeds and plant it self.
In 2027 a sceintist had a plan to create a scarecrow
that could be used at night. It would be a robot that creeped
alongside with the animals to scare them off. Ussing his knowledge and
standing true to his feild, he used the teaching from LuthorCorp. College,
where he had a degree in Robotics Engineering. He first created a simulation
using his computer. Rigging: Building a digital skeleton hierarchy of joints
and bones inside a 3D model so it can be posed and moved He then created the robot. It needed an itellegent software to allow it to almost micmic a human Biomimetic humanoid
he stride to have the robot as creature like as possible but in a human like way". Features were created and borrowed he said". To the warning of his assists, who warned against certain upgrades and patent violations ".Human-like and autonomous robots are becoming dangerously capable as they enter public spaces and battlefields with limited safety regulations and unpredictable behaviors" said one who wished to be removed from the project.
--------------------------------------
magnetohydrodynamics
Hannes Olof Gösta Alfvén
-------------------------------------
low-brass instruments, heavy industrial percussion, and the pipe organ
Foley sound