Love Poems About Crocodile or Crocodile Love Poems
by Supraja Kannan |
Categories: chocolate, joy,


        The dark brown color engrossed much,
        Soft beautiful skin melts when I touch
When I unwrap the cover,my lips cannot wait to taste
when I munch it,I am transported into a fantasy place
      and nuts sandwiched between chocolate bars backhaul my sensories
      Caramel inside the bar,revitalize the beautiful childhood memories
It recalls the fights for chocolates and the crocodile tears
Now,when I lick the chocolate off my fingers,I feel young
      and I love to savor the taste of the chocolate tang 
                        NOW AND ALWAYS

by Charles Clive |
Categories: dream, travel,


I've yearned to cross the seven seas and visit Paris, Athens, Rome; or wander off to where I please with rucksack, very far from home. I'd love to see the Taj Mahal or plunge into the ocean deep; then watch a hungry leopard snarl or glimpse a crocodile asleep. One day I'll get beyond the hill to satisfy this wander lust; but then, perhaps, I never will. My distant hopes are less than dust. And now I'm old, I fantasize of trips across the seven seas. Each day I sit and close my eyes and travel - anywhere I please. ~
For Russell's 'Dreams' Competition - Written August 2012.

by Allan Kazembe |
Categories: words,

a word

a word is like a pod
laden with a load
of meanings, narrow and broad
which if is to explode

could bite bitter like bile 
of a crocodile,
which goodies can curtail, 
and even derail.

that vivacity can dilute, 
misunderstandings, inflate.

it is chill, so cold,
so frosty, it freezes a flowing mood
a wicked discord
a bloodbath threshold.

yes, a word is like a sword

so sharp and vile, it ravages mighty hearts,
so cruel, it debases savory love.
it ruins. 
a word can curse.
but a word is a reward
that heals broken mood
which meals hearts devoid
that kills the art of  paranoid.

it is dripping dews of harmony. 
a word can bless.

by sarojkumar khan |
Categories: dark,


Crocodile swallows body of human,
Devil kisses her organ.
Poisonous snake licks human.
See here perfect reflection.

 Vessel wants to touch barren of green valley.
Poisonous snake touches lingerie.
Devils forget lineage means ancestry.
See there refraction of sympathy.

  See tears of crocodile.
 Sigh of devils.
Poisonous forget to kisses.
 Keep my love and sympathy where no trace of Devils.

Saroj khan[sakha]

by jack horne |
Categories: animals

I Wish I had a Crocodile

I wish I had a crocodile,
Our walks would be such fun;
I’d keep him on a metal chain,
And let him off to run.

He’d play with other crocodiles, 
And chase the balls I threw;
At home he’d sleep upon my bed,
Or curl up with my shoe.

I’d take him to a training class,
He’d walk and never pull;
I’d love a cuddly crocodile -
My ‘gator’s rather dull.

For Francine’s Pick a Pet contest, 4th July

by victor satekge |
Categories: depression, emotions, encouraging, feelings, heartbroken, hurt, pain,

Open your eyes

Why that I turn you murmur
Why plot against the innocent
Truly, the one you love
Is the one to destroy you
Coz death always smile at you

They're dear to your heart
They look feint and smile with you
Showing snowy, cruel kindness teeth
When you cry
They shed crocodile tears with you
But in heart rejoicing in your misery

Still asleep, open your eyes
Coz you're better off
Such two timing perfidious hypocrites 
Who defames you
Not all around you are on your side
Remember, you're on your own

by carolyne lloyd-hartley |
Categories: childhood, confusion, daughter

thirteen, who would want to be!.

Your sure your thirteen and not twenty two. Your bra size grows, and your attitude too. Your bossy, judgmental and spotty throughout. Carry on with the lip and I'll give you a clout. Your only thirteen get that make-up of now, Oh here we go another darn row. You sulk in that room, I'll frown in here, you'd have more respect if your father was near. I'm only thirteen and this world is not fair. With her crocodile tears and her neatly combed hair. I love you Mummy, She sob's as she says, Oh my god I agree, It's only a phase.

by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 12th grade, angst, anxiety, break up, emotions, image, love hurts,

Share The Same Fate

He struggles with the words, and she can tell fake emotions are attached to each one. For tears immediately start to swell as he confesses to the damage done. Crocodile tears declare his heart is broke, crushed by a mix of guilt and second thoughts. But the dream’s over; it’s time she awoke and started connecting the trail of dots. The feel of remorse, like an aching hurt lends believability to his words. And yet, this wasn’t an innocent flirt, and so she frees him, to fly like the birds. Lost love doesn’t have to morph into hate when disillusioned hearts share the same fate. (Sonnet) July 22, 2018

by Christopher Flaherty |
Categories: baby,

Runt Litter

You were the runt of the litter 
Both sweet and bitter
With pretty blonde hair 
Without a care
Yet painfully aware 

That being born in the middle 
Was to play second fiddle 
Neither the older or the young 
You have overcome

The 24 year's of crocodile tear's 
And countless scar's 
With angelic grace and stoic face 

When all the star's and time align 
And all the smile's and laugh's you've left
Are counted up
Every love you never felt

Will forever be yours to keep
When your asleep in cotton blankets
Finally I love you thankfully 

It's not your fault that growing up 
You failed to matter 
You brought the noise kid
Unfortunately we were love deaf

Categories: lost love, time,

when your well runs dry

i know you miss me

that's what they say about your water when your well runs dry

I've got you thirsty 

and all you can do ask is why, why, why?


but when a sistah knows she just know

and when its time to go shes gotta go

its now time for the after party

end of the show


so you can cry your crocodile tears

and reminisce through all the years

you never thought i'd ever leave

realizing one of your biggest fears


and though you may beg

and try to hold on tight

its now the twelfth round...knock out

the end of the fight


will i come back?

not even maybe

look in my face i'm for real

its all in the eyes baby


by Anthony Amero |
Categories: life, recovery from...god, god,

Goodbye No-Man's Land

Why did I
Give all I had to a God in a can
Why did I
Take all my crap and hurl it into a fan
Why did I
Take all love and shove it away
Why did I
Worship a tin God every day

No more do I
Cast an eye in a backwards glance
No more do I
Blame all things on happenstance
No more do I
Cry crocodile tears to the caring people
No more do I
Turn my back to the always open steeple

Now I can
Face the world with my head up
Now I can
Turn away from an offered cup
Now I can
Look in the eye and offer a hand
Now I can
Turn my back to that No-Man’s Land

by Tony Bush |
Categories: forgiveness, friendship, life, lost love, love, philosophy,

Two Great Tragedies

The meander of twilight descent, 
hard-boiled at the daylight close, 
belief and desire impotently fail, 
misfire the charge of the lost. 
Life has no yen to relent, 
savage dwelling on worries and woes, 
a message delivered of no holy grail 
only crocodile tears turning to frost. 

Two great tragedies all there must be 
a dissolute poet surmised: 
the wanting of something one never can own 
and the getting of it in the end. 
I wanted and got you, you see? 
yet dreams remain unrealised; 
lost you and know that in this life alone 
I can never replace you, my friend.

by Damian Keady |
Categories: fun,

Rabbit-Probably Not


Poems are just words?

Yours and mine and planet earths

Poems though do make us think

Like who said that and did you wink

I though care not for my words

I do though care for yours and yours

And if we can just make life happy

Then I for one will be less snappy..

Like the crocodile I can be

Slowly sinking to the bottom of the sea...

As happy as happy can be..
Because you are now a happy bunny 

(I love rabbits..  That's another POEM)



by Sayeed Abubakar |
Categories: death,

A Day After My Death

The sun has risen and the dews no more
On grass. Birds are singing, farmers working,
Housewives cooking and beggars on the door.
Seeing unknown people, dogs are barking

And the naughty boys playing in the field
Fleeing from school. Newsreaders are reading
Warnews on TV and showing people killed
By air-attack. Some people are bidding

Farewell to someone with their cry and tears;
Some are welcoming the newborn with smile.
Someone proudly denies God, someone fears
Him with love. Leaders are like crocodile

Are dealing with men. Who are in this time
Recollecting me and my fiery rhyme?

by Imran Nazeer |
Categories: heart, literature, love, poems, poetry, romance, romantic love,


A sound is spreading around me
I can barely hear this spondy
This is in rhythm and constant
It reminds me my past
When I didn't know,
How to blame anybody
How to make a smile phony
How to make crocodile tears
Why someone speaks lie
I made this melody in my childhood
I used to sing this in my courtyard
Today it is sung by my neighbor child
This melody has beautiful memory
I can't get back my childhood time
By hearing, for a while I feel calm