"cosier" poems
A cloudless night like this
Can set the spirit soaring:
After a tiring day
The clockwork spectacle is
Impressive in a slightly boring
Eighteenth-century way.
It soothed adolescence a lot
To meet so shameless a stare;
The things I did could not
Be so shocking as they said
If that would still be there
After the shocked were dead
Now, unready to die
Bur already at the stage
When one starts to resent the young,
I am glad those points in the sky
May also be counted among
The creatures of middle-age.
It's cosier thinking of night
As more an Old People's Home
Than a shed for a faultless machine,
That the red pre-Cambrian light
Is gone like Imperial Rome
Or myself at seventeen.
Yet however much we may like
The stoic manner in which
The classical authors wrote,
Only the young and rich
Have the nerve or the figure to strike
The lacrimae rerum note.
For the present stalks abroad
Like the past and its wronged again
Whimper and are ignored,
And the truth cannot be hid;
Somebody chose their pain,
What needn't have happened did.
Occurring this very night
By no established rule,
Some event may already have hurled
Its first little No at the right
Of the laws we accept to school
Our post-diluvian world:
But the stars burn on overhead,
Unconscious of final ends,
As I walk home to bed,
Asking what judgment waits
My person, all my friends,
And these United States.
3.9k
hold on, wait, what, what similarities?
I sit in the group looking around, the grey plastic chair crushes my ******* spine as I cling to it for dear life.
the tutor comes to me last, two weeks in a row I don't get time to talk.
great, I'm already an outsider, now I don't get time to talk.
I listen as the group in the nicer, cosier and brighter room next door laugh and joke.
they are all young and pretty, a feeling of longing pulls me down like a giant magnet, why am I not in that group. have I not got the skills to be young and pretty anymore?
for almost one month now I despair.
how can I ever find my voice in this group there are all so strong, strong women.
this week she comes to me first, I speak, it doesn't help. can they even see me, understand my accent, it seems I'm more different than similar.
the next week I don't go, avoidance wins 1st place gold trophy as I sit alone in bed.
with other groups I'm so strong and proud, can I fake it next week, or maybe just conform and comply.
and so it goes on, am my question remains, what ****** similarities?
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
**Come into my life,
If you are cosier than
my solitude..**
For
The nights are darker enough
to let me unfold my untold,
Stars are shiny enough
to uplift my mood,
Moon is blue enough
to dissolve my blues,
Ink is flowy enough
to open my truth,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
**Come into my life,
If you harmonize with me
more than the nature.**
For
The water is fluid enough
to let me flow,
The sky is bright enough
to let me glow,
The winds are strong enough
to help me fly,
The mountains are mighty enough
to give me high,
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
They say, everyone eventually leaves
Whether it be your house, your heart or your life
But what they never say
Is that they leave behind a part of their soul
They leave behind memories
Sometimes in pictures
Sometimes in humans
And sometimes in hand-written letters
Their departure holds a purpose
Though many a times it’s hard to see
For the heart is in despair, and the mind in shock
But fear not, my love, soon it will come to you
The Reaper is portrayed a villain
But he is merely a spirit guide
He leads the departed away from horrors
And into the hopeful light
It is said that the spirits find home
In a place a million ways better than here
But how can anywhere else be cosier
Than where lives your own flesh and blood
Those gone have a message for you, my beloved
They want you to know you’re loved
Not only by those who are alive
But also by those in the heavens above
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC
Thunderclouds breathe between my lips as
I place my forehead to your skin to steal the pigment from underneath lazy lids
I'm a dragon I laugh
That you are you smile
And you pull me closer to take the climate I've offered you.
The eye of the storm cosier
For the warmth of your contentedness
The softness of our skin
Enough to melt the cold
Of a blizzard
Our gentle sin
Always on the tip of thawing out
Yet never quite leaving.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 3:51 AM UTC
What is homier than your bedroom?
Having God hold your hand.
What is cosier than your blankets?
God's promise forever to stand.
What is more intimate than your pillow?
God's thoughts of love for you.
What is more snug than your pajamas?
God's grace carrying you through.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 8:24 AM UTC
Strips of my heart vibrating
Every now and then
Tell me oh stranger
Have you casted a magic spell over me when!!!
Things were much easier
When we were strangers
Windows of my core now started to shatter
Since we shared the flavour of freedom
Watch of my consciousness have lost its array
Strange but true,
It started to travel in a reversed way
Mirror of my mind now refuses to register any other face
Since it have experienced your charming access
Shades of my anomalism have experianced a mutation
Since you owned my life's possession
Clouds of my eyes even if shifted
Still it wets my cheek
Way back to my existance
Now m turned into fleas
Walking along the lanes of my creativity
Now seems like more easier
Way back to my heart
It feels like more cosier
Tell me oh stranger
What u have done and why
Stolen my heart and left me half way!!!!!!!
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC