Short Roar Poems
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Deafening thunder,
cries from down under
Voices of silence
—lost in the wind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Coronavirus:
Nature's roar of discontent,
Boastful Man trembles!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 March 2021
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.
river rapids roar
like angry lions in summer
suicidal thoughts
[awakened in the middle of the night, May 20, 2021]
By Dawne Zacharias
Cold wind brings the shivers,
Rain runs down my face.
Lightning strikes in succession,
I seek shelter from its embrace.
A-s the thunder booms,
D-ark sky shows the lightning's flash,
M-ountain hears the sound.
Birthday of Almira D. Madronero (February 25)
Form: Haikustic
deep in the jungle
a young lion cub roars very loud~
but he scared~himself
Alexis Y.
12-22-2020
a weak, tiring roar~
the same one that once shook the jungles...
now too feeble to scare.
Its strength fades to past glory...
as death lingers close to claim.
Hate not the clouds that roar;
Feel happy, seeing their outpour!
Glare not at the chisels that cut you hard;
Mind, they turn you into the idols of high regard!
March, that grumpy old lion,
has a legendary roar.
And yet, my hopes for spring soar,
on seeing my first dandelion.
(LIND30)
03/04/2022
My pen constrained and kidnapped
as ink bleeds evermore
Voices cry: “Something More Be Done”
—fury to rage and roar
(Villanova Pennsylvania: Dreamsleep-February, 2016)
My pen restrained and kidnapped,
but ink bleeds evermore
Voices cry: “Something More Be Done”
—fury to rage and roar
(Villanova Pennsylvania: Dreamsleep-February, 2016)
Lion’s roar in the middle of town?
Or just imagination?
What is real and what is not?
Not an easy separation.
I listen closely
Expecting another roar.
Disappointed a bit.
There are no more.
TO ROAR
There is nothing for you to roar
Is there anything you have seen before
This is an amazing revolving door
Don't you think we can achieve the best score
Tr?n Minh Hi?n Hien Tran Orlando August 15, 2016
The thicker the spirit,
the thinner the bars
That tiger once captive,
now roaming afar
His eyes stalk the distance,
between hoping and fear
Preying deeply inside us
—eternally near
(Dreamsleep: March, 2021)
ignorant of the road of passengers over
out the back door now quiet
everything is dark collapsing uncertain
the remaining colorless from every story
the shore listens to the roar of the waves always
ears can not stands
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
Nilgiri's rainforest
trekking in dark night
A tiger's roar shearing night
she starts out delicately
teasing the oak tree's leaves
ruffling the hair of the grass
No one is alarmed
Until she gets incredibly silent
And the sky turns smoky gray
Hear that roar? It is not a train
It is a tornado, and you are in her path.
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
In my meek and gentle voice timid,
gentle spirit I am not my earthen father yet I...
In my quiet roar;
My Father will come behind of me and in me HIS voice through me shall
~`ROAR`~
1/20/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©2023
Rose-hued sentinels blush beneath the azure sky,
While musings drift in amber's starry eye.
Anger, a serpent in the garden, slithers swift and sly;
Sapiens, cognizant of its venom, yet let the poison fly.
Train thy beast, lest it consume,
Not thy soul, but bonds that loom.
I am wild and I am majestic,
My roar is heard in a far off place!
I lay back in rich grasslands,
Camouflaged in my territorial grace.
Sun soaking my dark mane,
My dominance and beauty shine.
Dare to test my strength and courage?
This grand Pride I protect is all mine!
4th May 2019
Picture # 3
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!
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