Roar Poems

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The Lions Roar

The Lions Roar long poem

Northumberland to Newcastle And Cumbria’s lofty hills. Durham down through Cleveland To Yorkshire’s misty dales. Across to dear old Lancashire It’s Mancs and Scousers too. Cheshire, Staffs and Shropshire The Severn lands of dew Across into the Midlands Leicester, Notts,

Roar!

Roar! long poem

Dear O dear! How you have not sunk your fangs Deep into the steely arms of the tyrant – he laughs at you! How your teeth have eroded and are now blunt and brittle – They can barely crush bones

Roar Of An Ocean

Roar Of An Ocean short poem

I have been roaring I will roar No time limit is set Nobody I am waiting for No one stays near me Lot of fishes Lot of sea foods Lot of so many things Are contained in me Night and

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My Best Friend

My Best Friend short poem

The sun embraced me with his long hands he tenderly touched my face with his soft fingers. it was so special for me to open my eyes, I looked out through my window there on the floor, my friend was

River

River prose poem

I wish to be a river. Why do you laugh? I’m not joking, I really want to be a river Why? Just because River is not only a river. River is civilization. River is culture. River is humanity. River is

Life Without Literature

Life Without Literature short poem

life without literature, is like life without meaning, like a jellyfish with no sting, like a lion that can’t roar, like a frog that can’t leap, like a wolf without instinct, like a snake without venom, like a falcon without

Hollow Halls

Hollow Halls long poem

She drags her tired heels across the tainted floor Her poise held taut though her back is sore She holds on her face a cold marble stare A hard life engraved upon cheeks once so fair Her movements; once grace

Hunting

Hunting short poem

Last night the harbourer tracked the stag to his resting place, and at sunrise made a close inspection of the perimeter of the wood, to ensure he had not escaped. When the Master heard this, and was satisfied, he ordered

The Waterfall

The Waterfall short poem

When you stand in the thrall of the waterfall Overwhelmed by its crashing power When your cheeks feel the sting of its icy caress And you don’t know the day or the hour When your ears and your tongue are

Songs Of Life

Songs Of Life prose poem

Deep within the life of these brittle bones of man, a song stays hidden, so slow yet so powerful; it plucks the strings of our veins reminding us that the shallow roads are meant to be left astray. The words

Lady Of The Lakes And Fells

Lady Of The Lakes And Fells sonnet poems

Dear muse, I penned this verse with feather quill, To gently praise your beauty of renown, My words to float aloft your gaze until, They softly kiss your eyes like thistledown. One single thought of you is all I need,

Tenerife

Tenerife short poem

Two lovers by the ragged strand once trod the sooty sand; slender maid with raven hair, fisher boy of bronze; the dazzling sun a gold doubloon, the moon a silver coin. From rocks, ink-black as witches’ cats, they saw the

Monsoon Winds

Monsoon Winds short poem

Sprightly, oh! sprightly, the monsoon winds come, With promises of relief. Lightly, oh! lightly, the monsoon winds hum, The ordeal of belief. Hark me, oh! hark me, the monsoon winds roar, Sizzling to strike the earth. Darkly, oh! darkly, the

By The Fire

By The Fire short poem

We escaped to the north shore of the California coast. Drove through the gates and said hello to the host. Slept by the sea and reclined in it’s embrace. Overwhelming enchanting breezes in our secret place. Viewed the ocean’s expanse

Sporting Heart

Sporting Heart short poem

Feet bite down And all around, the roar. Expectations are high Hands reaching for the sky. And yet my heart is still. Feet pounding, resounding Each step a moment in time. A memory begun Beneath the starting gun. And yet

Atlantic City, Not A Place

Atlantic City, Not A Place long poem

Atlantic City, not a place but the fragment Of a memory that lights up bright and garish In the starless night when day is done When ragged dreams arise from murky beds Beneath the waves washing up like seaweed On

Gypsy

Gypsy short poem

My gypsy soul, my gypsy soul, oh we are on the move once more. To hidden valleys and secret places, to hear the ocean’s almighty roar. I long gave up in denying the yearning of opening my wings to soar.

The Day Of Reckoning

The Day Of Reckoning long poem

Today is the day. The clouds roll away. You hear thunder and the eastern sky splits. An angel of the Lord has come asunder. The angle places one foot on land and one foot on sea. Then declares that time

The Devil’s Whore

The Devils Whore short poem

Sycophantic whores chasing running scores, stagnant sweat streams from unwashed pores. Satan’s dark sisters tearing through her skin reaching raging demons screaming from within. The gaunt gothic mask upon her fragile face conceals the flaking paint of a dull faded

Moment Of Creation

Moment Of Creation short poem

The only rhythm of words is the ones you fall into Like a pond in the grass I fall then swim with you It becomes everything that I am entitled to do Where silver doves fly over rainbows in such

The Ballad Of The Shoeless Horse

The Ballad Of The Shoeless Horse ballad

If you’ve ever seen a horse tip-toeing round, Carefully trotting but making no sound. It was probably Horace, the horse with no shoes Trotting around with ouch’s and oo’s He would try to keep up with his friends on parade,

Longing Hearts

Longing Hearts short poem

Faint is my expression, out of breath, chastised and drowned in whirl pools of confusion. Neither here nor am I there, in the clouds or the bottom of the ocean, whirl pools of confusion. A year be a day, an

The Philosopher Drunk Of University Way

The Philosopher Drunk Of University Way short poem

The blind man covered in tattoos is being escorted across the street by a barmaid drunk on fumes her shoes leaving sticky impressions every step she takes and talks the things she’s seen all evening – fights that almost took

A Busy Woman’s Mess

A  Busy  Womans  Mess short poem

She is every time busy making everything a mess seeking to be fussy raking up her guess runs to the bus-stop with an urge to catch the bus. but she starts to weep when she loses her purse looks around

Old Bald Man Blues

Old Bald Man Blues short poem

I want the hair of that Latino boy long in front and swept up an etched obsidian wing to hell with the rest of him slumped, slack, waiting for school day’s start listening with his eyebrows independent as two plump

Ready Set Go

Ready Set Go short poem

Ready, set, go! When I am down and gloomy, When my head feels not-so-roomy, I set my internal clocks And fade out conception blocks. A small lantern can light up the night, And a different point of view can make

Serengeti Sunrise

Serengeti Sunrise short poem

In East Africa, here in the Serengeti desert with the sun as a giant orange orb,breaking the skyline, Casting prisms of light upon a monstrous oasis. From out of the midst of a thicket of brush a young lion family

Our Eyes Will Meet No More..

Our Eyes Will Meet No More.. short poem

The signs are loud and clear, The time is now near. Perhaps it’s not the worse to hear, In a while I’m gonna disappear. It’s not out of fear, ‘Coz I can no longer bear. The goodbyes are sad they

Lord of the Earth

Lord of the Earth short poem

I saw the sun rise from the east today In splendor wore a shining garment red. And quietly from behind hills of grey Emerged, like limbs, his boundless wings outspread With swaying roar, would stretch them more and more Remembering

Elegy In Architecture

Elegy In Architecture elegy

Like a picture postcard from a city, A city frozen in another time. Living its own distorted reality, On the mantel piece of the sky line. The old building – a marooned ark, Amidst that ocean of newness. Currents that

Words Are Mine

Words Are Mine short poem

Blood was in season, on your hands. A staged encounter mauling the clouds. Into a hare, you put the lead with a roar of gun and sun wants his share. Beneath the honours lies the guilt of a ravaged moon.

This Night’s Wind

This Nights Wind short poem

Tonight’s wind is not the one found in the chimes of daylight Not the gentle breeze cooling your skin after a day’s labor And it’s not the invisible current lifting a child’s kite far above treetops This night the wind

The Liverpool Pigeons

The Liverpool Pigeons ode

Mrs Murphy stares blankly out through the backyard door The pigeon coop stands open since her children went to war Pals and chums filled the streets from Old Swan to the Albert docks The sons of the Liverbird leaving in

A Paean To Reasonable Men.

A Paean To Reasonable Men. ballad

Beyond the storm of screams and groans And cries of a wretched tortured people, Lies a child curled, fists to his ears Consumed by the roar and fury Of a haunted Peace. Sweetening his ears now burned to whitened noise

Silent Rain

Silent Rain long poem

…and we sat with drenched feet Beautiful indeed an emotion silent and calm, yet blasted with a flush of happiness, Sat together sharing the air and the soil, love and smiles were no less, Embraced us the lint and shine

Beloved

Beloved ode

They say forget thy beloved, My heart knows not anyone else, Death separates body from breath, Men forsake their God for earthly pleasures, Clouds hide the morning sun, Darkness conceals evil deeds, But this heart, can’t breathe not without you,

Unfathomable Wonder

Unfathomable Wonder short poem

The wind’s whisper rejoices, The oceans roar with praise, The sun magnifies Your glory, And the earth below is filled with glad tidings. Before time even began, You would know me intimately, And yet, I cannot help but to still

Afterwar Rider

Afterwar Rider short poem

A traveler from an antique land Journeys through blistering, dry heat Across oceans of sand and rock Once well trampled by human feet. Hear the long roar of his mount, Power building in its steel lungs, Belching fire and CO2

By The Deep Blue Sea

By The Deep Blue Sea short poem

The sea is filled with water With high and low tides When we go near it We feel that we are in paradise. The warmth of the sand touching the feet The feel of the breeze with a welcoming greet

Waiting

Waiting long poem

Eyes are stinging, like the lashes are thorns now Yawns like the roar of the jungle chief A half mug of cold black coffee besides me You have kept me from sleep, my beauty sleep The lids of my eyes

The Passion Of Christ

The Passion Of Christ long poem

It’s not My will, but Thy will, Let Me die on the cross for their sins, And My blood pave way to eternity; Yet My Soul is sorrowful unto death. Abba, take away this cup from Me; Yet if it’s

May I Know Me!

May I Know Me! short poem

I have faith in GOD, Though, I ask often “why and what: I cry on errors if I make, Though, I admit it only for sake: I have thoughts for world to change, Though, I’m limited with a range: I