#hazel
dear hazel,
i do like your hair, and you have pretty eyes. i wish we were friends earlier and i wish you were nicer to me. even if i didn't deserve it, you were always kind of mean. why?
ren
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:51 PM UTC
Pools of hazel
Dynamic and ever changing
The sun glittering off leaves,
Leading to the roots embedded in the soil
Deep and thoughtful,
Never ending
The eyes of a thinker, a writer,
Eyes pooling with tears as they smile
Eyes that have seen all the darkness,
The hurt and the pain
Eyes that have shed a millions drops
Glittering like a thousand knives
Windows into the depths of the mind
Revealing,
For an instant,
What hid behind the mask
Sunlight illuminating-
Deep pools of thought
Her eyes
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 1:22 AM UTC
His eyes are piercing as a Hazel Wolf
I want him to take me as a piece of meat
The slumber of times seen around
Knows its inevitable I’d be seen only
Taken only lost in love
I’m not hand maiden
The summer comes too hot
To where it’s not cold it’s not
For nights I feel congested and seized
I wish choked by dear love
To ease not away
By the grips of his claws
But gently clipped at the tips
Of his paws
For this to me the sweetest thee
I call the wild a mercy ****
And by whom to let go
By power and will
No longer haunted nor hunted
By dumb foes to spill
To bathe in their blood
The meanest of ***
The meatiest and purest
Upon God who let I know this
Not damnation but graduation
Our love a furriest fury of fire
Condensation
A burning love desire
No one knows
What time and told
My dearest wolf
Attacked them bold
Jun 11, 2024
Jun 11, 2024 at 7:11 PM UTC
*He is pain
He is light and love
Cocooned in his sublime presence
Hazel eyes that glimmer in daylight
I feel as though I'm to depart from this life
He possesses tenderness
in the way he moves and talks
A delicate man
He is pain
He is mine.*
Feb 9, 2023
Feb 9, 2023 at 10:32 AM UTC
Autumn came before me,
And she asked:
"When all my leaves change,
And burrows are dug,
When your sweaters are worn,
And you fall in love,
Please protect my golden boy,
Stare into his hazel eyes,
Run your hands through his straw spun hair,
And hold him close until sunrise."
You were born of Autumn.
And Autumn loved you so.
She put you in my arms,
And asked me to never let you go.
I'll honor her wishes,
I will keep you close.
Your heart is made of gold,
And I'll love you the most.
So when Autumn comes,
Once again,
I'll tell her that
I was your friend.
Oct 15, 2021
Oct 15, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC
Have you ever seen the way
A bushfire sets beautifully ablaze
The deepest, darkest forest trees
A melting-orange intensity
It brings about an ash of gold
Like the smothering dust of charcoal
The wildest destruction ever to see
In the eyes of a son who came from me
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 12:07 PM UTC
It was always the eyes
The ones that captured my attention
But yours
Were like no other
The warm honey
And the forest floor
I felt so at peace
You were my yellow
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 8:52 PM UTC
Rock n’ roll music, Folger’s, and paint-smeared hands.
Dresser drawers filled to the brim with undeveloped camera film.
Blue bonnets and overgrown grass, pecans and crunching fall leaves.
Dirt roads and river-rocks, typewriters, polaroid cameras, and feather-quill pens.
Those hand-me-down blue eyes and brown ones that are “sometimes hazel.”
Crystal clusters and Lord of the Rings.
Countless mosquito bites and play-pretend games in the clubhouse.
Early-birds and night-owls.
Trudy; and Randy Hayes.
“Don’t touch everything you see,” and “If you say you’re bored, I’ll find work for you to do.”
Sweet tea and okra and southern dishes blackened and drenched in cheese or gravy.
Grandma always burned everything to make sure it was fully cooked, and to her, it was never burned, just “well-done.”
Cigarettes and carpentry and cookbooks. Wild blackberries and birthday parties at the lake.
Sleeping in all day and staying up all night and procrastination.
Shepherd's Pie, potatoes, and four-leaf clovers.
“Nil Desperandum. Never Despairing.”
I’m from a whole house that eats eggs for breakfast, and I’m allergic to eggs.
And trees as tall as buildings and buildings as tall as trees.
“You should never take the lord’s name in vain,” and “Jesus loves you, so you should love others.”
Day-dreams and stargazing and thunderstorms.
“All or nothing,” and “There is no try, only do.”
Old family pictures in dust-glittered frames.
We are crystals. We have facets, each one makes us who we are.
With only one window of our lives to express, we’d merely be glass.
I am a part of each of these things just as much as they are each a part of me.
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 12:36 AM UTC
Mellow sunrised.
The dew of the afternoon high light.
Paradise sunset.
Tuscany, Marigold, Chartreuse, Caramel.
Amber, Copper, Olive, Saffron.
Honeycomb mystery of rejection... or doubt.
Freedom sparks; feet and hip dilate and constrict; lips close to feel the colors and open again, blinking to suffocate the oasis into the dull reality of smog and soot, of cemetery.
The psychedelic picturesque star stares back, dusk-like fireworks of heaven gained and lost.
One second that sealed his fate.
Death will be hazel eyes.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 12:57 PM UTC
Long ago now (if ever), once upon a dream,
I was saved by a deity – lovely, serene.
Circumstances were dire, I am telling the truth:
I was down under water, caught in vines, couldn’t move.
It reached out to me, then, from the depths underneath,
Pulled me up to the surface; I struggled to breathe.
With a song it has lulled me,
Of my safety assured me.
Years by, haven’t once I remembered the vision.
Not until our sudden (or fated?) collision.
When I look in your eyes of warm hazel, I hear
Softest voice from the memory – ethereal, dear.
Are you possibly someone I’ve once only seen,
Long ago now (if ever), once upon a dream?
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
Hanging off my limp branch,
tucked away in there
soft shell..
These nuts only ever
******
no nut crackers here .
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 4:07 PM UTC
I love you.
Today has been magnificent,
we saw the span of us:
the differences, trials
and
tribulations
but also the love that led to standing at rainy train stations,
waiting to be carried into arms
that with their touch
allow our world to become one present moment of comforting joy,
where all is right,
and
full of bright.
I love you.
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 11:35 AM UTC
As we are us,
into collide;
two engines
ready for
the stars.
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 10:12 PM UTC
Those beautiful doe-eyes,
sparkling yellow with the sun
capture my heart
and ignite my fire;
filling my entire being
with the strongest desire...
The desire to see that twinkle,
that gorgeous hazel glow,
gives me a reason, a purpose;
a will to live and grow...
For those brightly shining eyes,
which smile by themselves,
light up my world
and make me feel complete;
knowing that all will be revealed
the moment our eyes meet...
The expressions of joy,
peace, and content,
make those doe-eyes glisten;
a beauty which is heaven-sent...
I cherish every moment
spent in the presence
of my glowy, doey,
sparkly eyed king;
and I strive to be the joy and light
which he sees through all things...
Dec 7, 2019
Dec 7, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
There were many shades of colour
Yet the best were in your eyes
Far better than the ocean,
Far brighter than the skies.
I know it sounds insane
Because they weren’t exactly green
But they strolled the streets of Spain
And saw more than they had ever seen.
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC
Hours of moving around
and flitting
between
different spaces
always feels good,
things fall into place
as they should,
but lying next to you,
still,
means not a crave
for anything else,
as your wonderful self
is enough to bring a day
that's simply bright;
the close join of our eyes
making all of sight.
Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
Your hazel eyes
Are an artist's palette:
Green and grey, golden and brown.
If I stared long enough
I would get lost
In your pool of colours
And never be found.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC
Many moons away there was a lovely town,
where the people were happy and knew no frowns,
where the lambs gambolled in the fields free and safe from the dining table
and everybody was always recused at the end of every fireside fable,
the dawn was always singing and the days with joy were packed,
no one needed anything, there was nothing that they lacked,
yes all the folk loved the town, “it’s the best!” they would say,
that is until one dark fateful June day.
A monster appeared at the gates of the town one morn
and remarked calmly…”parents you will give up to me all of your first born,
and if you fail to comply with my demands
I’ll take all your children and raze to the floor all your lands!”
As a demonstration of his monstrous strength
he decimated the animals in the village and removed one tenth.
The monster then said, “you have 3 days to sate my wishes
otherwise all your children will be my dishes!”
Understandably the town was in a uproar of fears
and all you could hear was weeping and tons of floods of tears.
The town’s war council met and discussed what to they should do
and soon decided that their chances of defeating the beast were too few,
they realised that their best recourse was to contact a neighbouring village
as they knew of a hero there who could perhaps stop this awful pillage,
so they sent an envoy to implore the hero to come and vanquish the monster to the Hell he came from,
the name of this heroic guy well it was Simon!
Simon was a handsome chap who had saved many places from strife
and all the people around trusted this great guy with their life,
for sweet Simon was altruistic, charming, charismatic and kind
and when others needed a hero he was the first one on their mind,
and of course when the town asked him to help and slay the terrible beast
he immediately packed up his sword and arrows and headed to the creature’s lair in The East.
Simon had a fair walk before he could find and take on this awful malaise
and filled his time on the jaunt steeling himself and perfecting his warrior’s gaze,
his journey was uneventful and Simon found he had plenty of time for a think and a mull,
that was until sauntering just in front of him he spied someone beautiful;
just on the path yonder he could see a women with stupendous colour in her hair
and she moved with gorgeous splendour through the air,
Simon shouted, “excuse me, hi, how’s it going?
you have an aura of magnificence and you I wish to be knowing!”
The hot woman replied, “hello, my name’s Hazel, thank you for your nice say,
perhaps you could walk with me if you’re going my way!”
Simon returned with, “yeah that would be grand but the way I’m going is gonna be fraught with danger
as I’m about to take on a monster that wants to take children from their mangers!”
Hazel said, “oh that’s where I’m headed too, I’m a witch don’t you know,
and with my magick power I’m going to make this monster wish his face he did not show!”
Simon riposted with, “wow it’s awesome that we are both singing from the same hymn sheet
maybe we should join forces to ensure this monster is truly knocked off his feet!”
Hazel said, “yep that sounds ace to me!”
and off they both did go feeling full of glee!
And as Simon and Hazel talked there was more then just hero talk that did abound
they both felt a surge of lust that swirled all around,
so within one hour of meeting they were ******* in a field,
to the pleasures of each other’s flesh they did easily yield,
there was a strong connection that leaped through bodies
and they both knew right then they would have to make knowing each other one of their hobbies!
Due to their powerful union the monster was easily gone,
Simon and Hazels joint strength got rid of the beast with aplomb,
after the simple fight they felt a wonderful bliss
and sealed their fantastic win with a passionate kiss.
They arrived back at the town and told the folk their worries were over
and that everyone could play without scare in meadows of four leaf clover,
the town’s people said “thank you, from now on June the 7th will be know as Hazel and Simon day!”
S and H hand in hand replied, “that’s funny that’s just what we were about to say!”
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 10:26 AM UTC
On that couch of yours
may we meet more
and have more of our
tour de force,
leg over leg,
involved in everything of me and you,
condensed,
like a good haiku:
taunt and magical,
strong wind carrying the blue,
holding safe and true.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 7:09 AM UTC
Those hazel eyes flashed against mine,
it was a blink of an eye,
felt for the first time.
Can't hold your hand,
nor kiss your lips,
my whole world turns around our eclipse.
A silhouette love,
it's just me and you.
You are my little secret,
a secret rendezvous.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 12:37 AM UTC