"cozier" poems
On the sweet wind
Of a lovely spring day
The kite dances on the wind
Up it flies
Like my spirit
In the wind
The kite silhouettes
Against the sun
The light glistening
Off the thin plastic
Of his flimsy wings
But together
The kites
Dance and dance
In the spring day sun
Shining down
So comforting
With my fiends
You can't tell
Which is cozier
The sun...
Or their love
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 7:34 AM UTC
I want to see you in the summer
Sitting at the edge
With our feet in the water.
The ice creams in our hands melt
As the temperature gets hotter.
We don’t speak as we eat,
But we don’t have to,
Because the silence between us is not uncomfortable.
I want to see you in the moonlight
When we would walk so far that my feet bled,
Our eyes fixed on the road ahead-
But you walk close to me
And turn on your flashlight
Because you know that I am scared of the dark.
I want to see you in during autumn
When the leaves are the color of your hair.
Your words are so carefree it’s not even fair.
We look cozy in sweaters;
I’d be cozier if I was closer to you,
But you forge a path ahead,
And I follow you.
I want to see you illuminated
A dim glow cast on your features
By a 1980s horror film.
It doesn’t scare me, yet I wish it did
Because then maybe you would hold me,
But I wouldn’t pretend, because to you I would not lie.
This is just a movie between two friends: you and I.
I want to see you in the wintertime
Red cheeks and nose
Mine are too,
But not from the cold-
I think about these things as I’m hit by a snowball from you.
You laugh while I pretend to be mad
As the cold infiltrates my shirt,
But I don’t feel it,
Because we all know that I’m burning for you.
I want to see you every which way
Dressed up, dressed down;
Distressed or acting like a clown;
Excited, acting with reckless abandon;
Content, allowing me to see you undone.
I want to see it all,
But right now, I want to see you.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 10:55 PM UTC
this is the part where your feet share a slip on shoe
because you felt hot, and now you're cold again,
and one shoe is cozier than two.
honestly, watching a man inch past me with a dull red shirt
and a duller red walker to match,
socked feet swollen in brown Velcro sandals
makes my own legs twitch and my heart sing;
it reminds me to take a flying leap from this table
outside a conventional coffee shop
and kick my legs into a graceful stride
until I trip on a pebble and come tumbling down--
such is the art in my elegant facade,
of which I am only convinced.
really, I'm just here so I can write,
pretend that I'm a fancy published writer
with leagues of followers salivating
at the thought of new words from my finger tips
that frankly do type at hare speed.
I'm writing to the beats and poetry of your songs,
the playlist you created and shared
once you asked for my instagram handle.
enthralled is a good word:
I'm enthralled by you, by your presence
and the tiny amount of ****** hair under your chin,
how you arch your eyebrow and push back your long hair,
shorter on the sides all around.
when I close my eyes your hand is on the smallest of my back,
and you're guiding me in front of you, along a narrow walkway,
until we reach steep stairs, and we laugh at where we are
because we've both been here before, before this moment that
connected you and I and the others around us
who faded once morning grew near.
mocking vampires, we welcomed the sunlight and ran in its wake,
shoulders bouncing, hair whipping in the mist, laughing hysterically.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
Here I sit,
Perplexed and confused to say the very least
She has no idea what wonderful things she has
Throwing it all away for what?
Oh for some fun, wild crazy irresponsible fun
Why is it that frivolous madness is what we all crave over structured wonderful?
Is it not enough that the sky is blue, birds are singing and you can get Swedish fish with every meal?
Just to be happy watching movies, kittens in boxes, tossing m&ms; laughing as the room falls into a mess
I’ll address this whole mess tomorrow I always say.
The room is beginning to feel a bit smaller and cozier
It always seems that way when you come around
“Lets look for classy people”
What if I told you that you were classy and I was classy and maybe what they all are saying could have some merit?
What if we give off all of these signals so grand we could summon Batman?
Because they are there and we could never hide them?
Something we could never ever fight off with our coats,
Like the winds here that blow us around like fraternity flyers,
Crashing me into walls and benches, skittering about campus.
Pick me up
Read me or throw me out
You’d never recycle me that’s for sure.
Keep me in your pocket, put me on your bulletin board.
Ill gladly sit there all day,
To be there every moment you need someone to talk to
You don’t need to worship me,
Adore me,
Praise me,
Cajole me,
Indulge me,
Or even Impress me.
Just pick me,
Choose me,
Love me.
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 7:37 AM UTC
What about if I dared you? Would you run away with me then? You seem like a risk taker. Im all yours, if you're all in. We could skip town, I doubt they'd even notice. Just listen to me, please.. Baby, don't lose focus. Now picture this, me and you forgetting about what plagues us. Not remembering the pain, living in the now. Tell me this, when was the last time you woke up, willing to get out of your cozy bed, because everything surrounding you just seemed so much...cozier? When? Baby, happiness would be abundant and we would be infinite. Freedom would come naturally, imagine not being limited! All we have is each other, because that's all we really need. It's all we'll ever have, so why not let it be?
I promise I'll pick someplace nice. I know you, I know what you'd like. Imagine every time you heard silence, you could pick up on G-ds whispers through the trees. Imagine seeing green as for as your eyes would allow. Imagine falling asleep on a luscious grass plain, me in your arms, engulfed by the beauty of our surroundings. Being swallowed by sweet air, and wrapped inside the darkness of the night. Without a care in the world. Baby doesn't it sound lovely?
Let's just pick up everything and go. All of our money, some of our clothes. Come one baby.. let's get out of here.
Baby... Promise me that if I ask, promise me you'll pick dare.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 11:34 PM UTC
i kept our love
in the pocket
of my favourite coat
where it would be safe.
it stayed there
for days
just getting cozier
and more pleasant.
I didn't notice the gaping hole,
which only seemed to get bigger
as our love
poked at it all the time.
slowly falling apart
at the seams.
one day,
our love dropped into
the lining.
And I never wore
my favourite coat
again.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
It was cold in your dorm.
I choked on my silences.
I felt unwelcome,
and briefly— desired.
You walked me to the stop,
Said I was almost running—
As I waited for my bus,
the plastic bench felt cozier.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 9:02 PM UTC
white coat covering solemn ground,
my palms are both cracking and mending,
my eyes both rapidly cycling and softly meditating,
my mythical equilibrium both scratching at the surface,
and tucking itself in for the night.
--
somewhere distant
but not far,
your lungs are the lantern in my attic-shaped heart,
maintaining a hushed illumination
and a delicate snowfall,
euphoniously humming a reliable tune,
foreshadowing cozier winters
of hope and comfort.
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
A poison so sweet, irresistible,
Much like the nights where those fictional thoughts creep up your throat and run down your eyes
Leaving you alone to your own demise
I despise how your own physical disappears with your mental as you, poison yourself with something demented but, yet, you swallow knowing of its effects on you.
As your mind soars afar yet you stay near as the wind brushes pass your ear, whispering the things you need to hear.
While hoping that it'd take you anywhere that would save you from the immortality that is the endless depth of your mind that seems to never diffuse into the darkness of irrationality.
Yes the home, of insanity that is cozier than your rationality that picks you apart, spurns you around and knocks you down into an abysmal bliss of a reality that is split into two, with the question am I really me or am I really you ?
I wanted to eat and eat and projectile ***** the aches of this soul into the oblivion that is thee unknown.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
Golden sunlight kissing my skin
Gentle breeze whispering in my ears
The sunset covered by a crown of clouds
The skies slowly dimming towards twilight
The fine sand on my toes feels warm
Getting cozier as each minute passes by
The waves come and go in a gentle rush
The salty mist refreshing to the withered soul
Coconut trees sway back and forth
Slow-dancing with the gentle breeze
Lying alone in this small and cozy tent
Waiting for the stars to sparkle bright
As the night approaches bonfires littered the beach
Like small tongues of light in a dark, serene canvass
People singing songs not very far away
Blending smoothly with the strumming of guitars
I guess this is what people call paradise
Yet why does it feel so incomplete?
The gaping hole in my heart feels empty
My arms feel like they're missing a big piece
If this is paradise, then what is it missing?
Why does everything look so perfect, yet feel so empty?
And then the memories left to wither
Came like a tsunami on the horizon
It was your warmth that it lacked
Your presence it was missing
Your scent blending with the salty air
Your eyes glowing with the moonlight
It was your love that was my paradise
The love that you took with you
When you left me stranded and struggling
In an island of my sadness and misery
But for tonight, and all the coming nights
I choose to bury the past in these sands
To break the chains that still cling to me
Along with the painful memories that haunt me
So as I sleep under the blanket of starlight
I remain hopeful of the breaking dawn
As I forget you like the passing waves of the seas
And the winds bring me to the arms of a paradise just for me
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 1:59 PM UTC
Steady as we go,
we live these patterns,
from one day on
to the next
and on.
How unburdened are my thoughts,
how free are my intents
while I know we are a constant.
Season’s first frost
and chilling air
somehow
make our whims
even cozier,
more whole.
Life blooms this December,
how anxious we are
to hold your tiny hands,
to hear your quiet
breath.
We ride these waves,
you and I and our
lovely daughter,
steady and sure
and full of hope.
Nov 5, 2021
Nov 5, 2021 at 4:29 AM UTC
To all the space heaters out there
Your warmth is well appreciated,
The walls, chairs, and windows thank you
Winter nights are much cozier by your side
And while a fire place is much more desirable
There is something about a space heater that is beautifully honest,
There aren’t any booms or blasts
You know why you’re here
And you’re dam good at your job.
But I don’t know what to do with you
My hands fear you
Because I left my oven mitts with the last fire
That was reliable as a fire work
That burned uncontrollably
Only to go out.
But you and your steady hum
You and your tenderness
That warms a room before I even flick you on
You’ve made your way into the beat of my drum
My skips have a rhythm that is to the bone
You keep me warm even when I’m alone.
I realized that I unplugged you in the waxing summer
But you persistent little thing you,
You rhythmic beast
You never turned off
There wasn’t a cold moment
Even when you left I was well supplied with fleece
And fist fulls of fiery passion
The humdy-dum continued on.
August brought external fortification
My walls are thicker
Windows insulated and furnace much quicker
Yet October knocked
And I opened the door.
I don’t need to
These lungs have brought much more than a warm touch
These hands have begun to create again
I now forge my own cadence.
But like a composure's proud piece of work
Like a inversely synchronized symphony
Your humdy-dum dances with my pitter pat
I don’t need you, I want you
And what could be warmer than that?
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
Niger Cozier
You are an evil person
And God made you
That way
Niger Cozier
I just hate you guts
Also I am sure you also
Hate my guts
Also we don't see I to eye
Niger Cozier
It is terrible that
You are a racist person
Niger Cozier
You will never going
To be my friend
Niger Cozier
I don't want to have
Anything to do with you
You are an evil person
Niger Cozier
I don't feel sorry for you
Niger Cozier
We will never be friends
Niger Cozier
Go ahead and live
Your life in peace
And let me live my life
Also in peace
It is too bad
That my father made you
Niger Cozier
Also Niger Cozier
I am so happy that
You are not my mother
Niger Cozier
I am so happy that
My father made me
A white man
Also Thanks God
My Parents were white
And they are not alive anymore
Niger Cozier
They have been dead
For a long time now
Niger Cozier
I am a cancer survivor
Niger Cozier
I am very proud
Being the person I am
And there is nothing that
Needs to change in me
I just love being the person
I am
Please Niger Cozier
I hope you don't hurt my feelings
Because I am a human being
With feelings
I also don't trust you
At all
Niger Cozier
Oct 1, 2023
Oct 1, 2023 at 7:21 PM UTC
You sit in a large hall.
On one wall,
windows climb all the way to the ceiling.
There is too much sunlight. It is bright,
and drafty, and always crowded.
But you can glance
up from the depths of words
and notice her, notice how the room
gets even brighter, notice how it gets
quieter and cozier and louder and smaller
and magnificently taller, and
you are terrified.
You smile in terror, and laugh in terror,
and wave in terror, and in terror
you watch her sit down,
and in terror you struggle through
a proof together,
a quietly terrified give and take.
You are content to wait in this moment
for the moment when you can give in
and accept what is true.
For the moment when you can stop
proving things.
You are afraid.
The sensation is not enough
to drain the warmth or color from the room
until she leaves it.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
the family room is cozier
the couch is comfier
the tv is better
the floor is nicer
the lights are better
the walls are cold
the fireplace unused
and your photographs are gone
i miss you starting the fire
and adding cinnamon sticks to it
i miss you curling up on the couch
and watching movies
i miss you sitting at the bottom of the fireplace
and singing through laughter
the living room is colder
the walls are grey
and the burgundy is gone
the rug you picked out
is rolled up and in the garage
the storage unit you got from your mom
is upstairs
and used for something else
the piano is still there
but the family photos above it are not
i don't hear you play the piano at parties
or sit on the couch with your novels
the kitchen
the kitchen makes me saddest
your blue walls aggressively changed to brown
your coffee clock no longer works properly
your engraved kitchen sign was taken down
your organized cupboards are messy
the oven is different
the bread maker is in storage
your recipes have been moved
the radio is fuzzy
your CDs have an inch of dust
the table is stained
and i no longer see you at the table
with your cup of coffee and morning paper
i no longer see you cooking
or cleaning
or singing
the dining room
no longer has your candles
or has seen your beautifully decorated cakes
it no longer smells like your amazing food
your decorations have been taken down
and it no longer brings me happiness
i no longer see my mom
and this house was once hers
this house may be renovated for improvements
but now your marks have been covered and erased
i miss you
your presence
your laugh
your smile
you were here once
but now you are gone
we will all be here just once
and we think we have time
but we don't
you left too soon
but i know you are eternally happy now
this house was my home
and now it is a structure
with new items
you took home
you are my home
and i cannot wait to be home again
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC
Who tells the ivy, “Ascend the tall trees”?
a) Birds, for a cozier home in the boughs
b) Squirrels, who prefer some good footing for ease
c) Farmers, to clear off the ground for to plow
Do birds prefer maple or spruce for their homes?
a) Maple, whose leaves are like comfy green pillows
b) Spruce, for the needles groom feathers as combs
c) Birds take what they can, whether cacti or willows
Who built the wall between desert and marsh?
a) Sand, who feared water would turn it to mud
b) Water, who found frequent sandstorms too harsh
c) Delicate plains, fearing both drought and flood
Who piled sand into towering dunes?
a) The wind, who impresses soft trails in its wake
b) The long, tugging arms of the amorous moon
c) Sand did it alone, sans shovel, sans rake
Why does the moon still circle the earth?
a) To lure the seas to its pale, thirsty gulfs
b) It scans for a scar as the proof of its birth
c) To flirt with the love songs of clamorous wolves
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC