Scowls Poems | Examples

Grey

Written: May 28, 2025, for contest by Nette's Color my Mood

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the soiling scowls of cumulus night
the life soars, and the broken locks blight
he shrugged off fears that pull and ignite
embrace a life ~ of ongoing grief and guilt
his hours brimmed with adamant wilt...

Just Think of It

I only ride the subway
To a doctor or a show.
When teaching, that was not the way
To work I used to go.

Today, though, in the morning rush
I had to take a train
And I expected all the usuals
That make the trip a pain – 

Delays and crowds and people whom
You wouldn’t want to meet
And cars so packed that naturally,
You’d never get a seat.

Instead, there was a transit worker
In a neon vest
Who smiled and shouted, “Welcome, people!”
Like she was possessed.

She clapped her hands and greeted all
With such a joyous mien
That commuters sported grins
Where mostly scowls are likely seen.

Just think of it – one person can
Spread happiness around
With just an upbeat attitude,
A lesson quite profound.

Motherly Love and Frowns

                         Motherly Love and Frowns


Treading down the memory lane streams to my mind 
memories from far yet near, some sweet, some sour,
memories preciously shelved in the precincts of my inner sanctum;

so sweet were the mindful motherly hugs of love
	like the embrace of a divine angel 
so serene soft and self-assuring her smiles
         like the spring selfless sunshine
so delicious her warm kisses on the forehead
	that no other feel can replace,
yet interspersed at times with some harsh words
	for playing hide and seek on the sideway street;

so soft was the caress of her hands on the cheeks
	that not even a beloved can bestow
so cool and compassionate her cuddly care
         no considerate nurse can dispense
so pleasing to rest on her merciful knees
	more so after a hectic day`s fatigue,
yet interposed often times with some scowls
        for dusting my clothing or getting home late after cycle rides;	
 
 In afterthought, her love and frowns have made me the man I am.

Self-Esteem

Courage and confidence, like lifeblood, flow in me.
From life-giving streams, waters of wisdom I drink.
In scowls of my foes too, beams of smiles I can see.
With my flawless faith, all my endeavors I link.
I wipe off my conflicts as though they are sweat drops.
Graces, like dewdrops, kiss me with a gentle touch.
Compassion in me like the monsoon rains drizzle.
Kindness grows and flourishes like palms on hilltops.
For stumbling blocks and obstacles, I don't fear much.
With the passion of selfless love, I sizzle.

Sisyphus Silence

Sisyphus’ Silence

I sit, a silent, carved-out zone,

A soul entrapped, unlit, unwhole,

The majority’s tide grinds flesh to bone,

While others’ feelings wallow, roll

In mud that clings, a river’s drone.

Sisyphus slumps at mountain’s base,

Scowls at the stone, then dares a smile,

“Nevermore” hums through empty space,

The gods, once loud, now mute, exiled.

Age Gaps

Cranky crusty Codgers

Skeptical scornfully scowls

Youthful yearning Yonkers

Heartful happily howls

Spurned spiteful Spinsters

Graying gracelessly grumbles

Marvelous merry Maidens

Ravenous richly rumbles

Alluring Silver Screen Dreams

Strong women would like someone there,
just not to rescue them; 
All of those alluring silver screen dreams; 
No they don’t need him but they’d like to
give love a second chance;

Rehab for hopeless romantics;
Yeah we’ve seen it all in the movies;
All of those alluring silver screen dreams;
Blurred vowels kissed into deep scowls,
all of this rotten love for sale;

The words resemble dribble and leftovers
accompanied by a timeless type theme;
All of those alluring silver screen dreams;
Modern reality is so tasteless and bland
we’re left coveting wild salt water passion;

When you have happily ever after eyes 
nothing can ever quite measure up;
Strong women would like someone there
to pull them back and rescue them,
from every alluring silver screen dream.

On a Roll Is my Role Horn Haik

when in the parlor
should see Christmas squalor
grow taller and taller

while really on a roll
Christas tree was full of coal
all my gifts Santa stole

when college scholar
who would receive a caller
head stuck in huge howler

when receiving shawl
for Christmas from shopping maul
stuck it in shower stall 

for Christmas God came
forgot His fortune and fame
they gave me the blame

when on face saw some scowls
God with Him had brought His owls
would need towels for my bowels

God should always spoil
my pants He did see me soil
when I was on a roll 
(my role was rock and roll)
(give out grunt was my goal)

God would make a stream
become part of drastic dream
Christas gifts will redeem

God made my fire flame
He even gave me my name
from my mother came
(with me played name game)
(my Terrier came to tame)

now for an encore
cold see ship crash into shore
not around anymore

On a Roll Is my Role Horn Haik

when in the parlor
should see Christmas squalor
grow taller and taller

while really on a roll
Christas tree was full of coal
all my gifts Santa stole

when college scholar
who would receive a caller
head stuck in huge howler

when receiving shawl
for Christmas from shopping maul
stuck it in shower stall 

for Christmas God came
forgot His fortune and fame
they gave me the blame

when on face saw some scowls
God with Him had brought His owls
would need towels for my bowels

God should always spoil
my pants He did see me soil
when I was on a roll 
(my role was rock and roll)
(give out grunt was my goal)

God would make a stream
become part of drastic dream
Christas gifts will redeem

God made my fire flame
He even gave me my name
from my mother came
(with me played name game)
(my Terrier came to tame)

now for an encore
cold see ship crash into shore
not around anymore

ANCESTRAL BONES

Dark rainbowed wings enfold a tortured heart
An oil slick presence seeping through its core
As scarecrow scowls shout “oh please depart”
An ocean scent drifts idly far from shore

The corn has withered now the stalks but sticks
Old barns the only hope of hungry mouse
Sharp beaks and padded paws defy its tricks
Soft circling clouds of warmth surround the house

The raven perched atop the scarecrows head
Leans hard into a seasons angry wind
For even he has come to share the dread
Of pagans who believe it will not end

Thus, do they measure shadows cast by stones
And mark their length with cold ancestral bones

The Jewel That You Are

                  

                             11/13/2023


Living in the glorious now, is the only way to go!
Stop thinking, you must be top dog in the show.

What good wearing that golden crown be?
Ignore the most lonely crowd, throwing faux-flowers at thee!

Your true friends will read you, no need to wear a crown.
Write exactly as you choose, care-not, their scowls or frowns!

Dysphoria

That damned thing between the walls
that stares and stares all day long,
A ghost, a ghoul, something fowl,
You can tell from how it scowls,
It whispers truths I wished denied,
its body clad head to toe in lies,
I cannot shake the cursed eyes,
which stalk me still through day and night,
This creature which tears my soul to shreds,
Haunts my dreams, lies in my bed,
Sometimes I wish it better off dead,
or simply not exist instead,
This thing which fills my heart with fear,
lies behind every mirror

A Footle Story

My son -
no fun

Distress
to dress

Thinks rocks
in socks 

His view
not true

Won’t put
one foot

in shoes
I choose

and so
we go

to let 
him get

new pair
to wear.

He tries
each size.

It seems
he beams.

Okay
I say.

Those shoes
we’ll choose.

But oh,
the woe.

Again -
with pain

to use
new shoes!

He tries
and cries,

then howls
and scowls.

This stuff-
enough!

Just please 
use these:

Flip flops.
Gripe stops!


May 20, 2023
For  A Brian Strand Premiere No 1218 Poetry Contest

Great Tree Wujue

Great tree / strong limbs jut
Storm comes / hard wind howls
Marred lawn / haul vast bits
Sad view / folks wear scowls

May 18, 2023
For  Let Us Rock Five - Wujue Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Suzette Richards

Leave Their Women Alone

They could slaughter you like a fowl
For their women you gave a scowl
Hurt parents met with priests to how!
"Vicar, in football, it's pure foul?"

Don't end up in their stew a fowl,
Your scowls yield the face of an owl;
It's your death with you cheek and jowl,
For your own mum was spared lewd scowl...

Yes, please, leave their women alone;
It has kept hurting every bone.

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