"coziness" poems
Faces unknown, side by side;
Cooperating and mingling;
Looking for a better spot, and yet,
heading the same way.
Everyone becomes equal,
Everyone pays the same fare,
Everyone has a life,
Each as complex as the rest.
Every face is new,
Every mood different.
holding some mystery,
Each different,
None less or more.
A game of patience;
Waiting to reach the end of one path,
And the beginning of another.
A hurry to get up, and get down.
A bus, a metro, a train,
An auto and an aeroplane,
The modest pace of a tram,
The coziness of a shuttle van.
The stories in a public transport,
Are things I wouldn't wanna miss.
I shall never, for the life of me,
Stop traveling in public transport.
Without it, I wouldn't be me.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
To live life in its fullest
To taste the grapes of joy
To drink their wine in glasses
To feel the sweet drops,
And enjoy.
To be enchanted,
Drunken with delight,
To see the brightness of the stars,
During the dark, mysterious, cold night…
I dream of happiness and laughter,
Of rainbows shining in the sky
I dream my tears are turning into roses.
They're dropping on my pillow as I cry.
I dream of green fields, and I'm running
I feel the wind stroking my cheeks.
It dries my tears and softly whispers:
"You must break free of all your fears".
I close my eyes and I am swallowed.
Consumed,
By a gigantic salty wave
And I am floating, not resisting,
I'm only trying to be brave…
Inside the sea, deep in the darkness
I see my past, my present and my dreams,
And there's a voice, floating beside me,
It tells me: "nothing's as it seems".
At times I'm chocking, and I'm drowning
I'm praying for the coziness of death,
But when it doesn't come, I realize that
All I need,
Is a deep breath.
Mar 6, 2011
Mar 6, 2011 at 4:48 AM UTC
The rain pitter pattering on my window.
The strings underneath my fingers, making that beautiful pastel sound,
from my ukulele.
This is what it's like to feel alive.
The warmth of the house,
The coziness of my clothes.
This is what it's like to feel alive.
Times can be tough,
Being alive can hurt,
But that pain that I feel,
Is one of the things that make me human.
Hot tea,
The effects it can have,
Make me feel like I will never
Need to feel the pain I have felt.
A sip,
Letting the tea sit on you're tongue,
The so wonderful burning sensation,
Until it's cooled,
And is gone.
This is the beauty of being alive
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
I'm a fan of Vontaze Burfict
Though he may not be perfect
For he gives players concussions
To continue the daily discussions
Of the power of his percussion
To receive a hall of fame induction
That is where his value is derived
So what do these penalties imply?
That the referees have a preconceived notion of him
And are preemptively looking to treat him grim
Which gives his team a lesser chance to win
Which makes the biased referees grin
We are a country that idolizes quarterbacks
Every other position we're quick to attack
We only care about who has the ball
And laughing at others when they fall
We worship that which is shiny
And view everything else as grimy
Quarterbacks become celebrities incredulously
While everyone else is treated impetuously
The NFL is like America
Politics makes it harder to watch
The Patriots are boring and plain
They win constantly
The Bengals are entertaining and rough around the edges
They show promise and potential that is never realized
In a nation
Of provocation
I'd rather proudly call myself a bengal
I know that seems an idealistic angle
But Cincinnati provides no coziness or protection
You must always avoid discriminate detection
Of those that call themselves patriots
That drive blue and white chariots
And penalize players unnecessarily
For African Americanning
We really fumbled the ball
Because of the ref's call
That treats us unequally
How they have fun evilly
They can arbitrarily treat whoever however
But a concussion will make them less clever
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
They sit in their
Wide neon cocoons,
Cozy and warm
With hot air
Dribbling out of vents
And swirling around their bodies.
A thin sheet of metal protects them from
Nine degree weather
And bone-freezing winds
And sheets of shivering ice.
And yet,
Every day at
Exactly
Six twenty-four in the morning
They come around
Like wide neon caterpillers
And slink toward where I stand,
Legs frozen to concrete.
Doors open,
Burning cold air rushes in
And rubs against them,
But they wait and smile
As I climb three tall stairs
And greet them,
Welcoming the nice hug of
Warmth
And
Coziness
And
Comfort
And love.
They love me,
A stranger.
They love me enough to
Rescue me from
Becoming an ice sculpture.
So I fumble with
The Thank You in my pocket
And ****** it toward them
In my haste.
It is enough for them.
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 8:45 AM UTC
*I choose you coz
I look better compared to you, so you won’t leave me
I choose you coz
you are more into earning hard way than easy way
I choose you coz
you respect your mom, that's the evidence you love and respect woman.
I choose you coz
you attached to your father, It means you still want to learn discipline
I choose you coz
you do small act of help to others, it says that you are fit to live in rational world
I choose you coz
you are utmost silence in front of the priest, it say you are more religious and prefer contented life.
I choose you coz
I love to bear a child in your face
I choose you coz
If you hurt me, Its hurt you too..
I choose you coz
your display of love was similar to my father's.
I choose you coz
when we are together, you gentle touch that gives coziness of my mother
I choose you coz
your taste somewhat differ from me
I choose you coz
your innocence will make me to take care at your old age as my child*
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
i'm glad i have you to worry about and take care of
i'm glad to have me to worry about and take care of you
i'm glad i have you to make me swoon
i'm glad you have me to do cute things for
i'm glad i have you to take clothes from
i'm glad you have me to share your coziness with
i'm glad i have you to hold hands with
i'm glad you have me to hold you close
i'm glad i have you to make me feel special
i'm glad you have me to remind you that you are special
i'm glad i have you to care about
i'm glad you have me to care for you
i'm glad i love you
i'm glad you love me
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
roaring fiery flames
fill the empty void
inviting colors of ambers and golds ablaze
the room animates
different atmospheres of coziness
sitting back in retrospection
flickering fire entertains
with each crackling octave
creating peacefulness and calm.
whilst the flames aglow
playing Chopin
sipping cognac
burning scented candle of pine and rosemary
watching the felines and canine
congregating together harmoniously
mesmerized by flames
coruscating shadows on the walls
flames succumb catatonically
embers retire for the night.~~lorilynn
copyright*lorilynn 2010
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 6:23 AM UTC
Sexually, the Scorpio man & Cancer woman makes one of the most amazing duo. The Water from both the signs mixes so well, that its serenity & soothing feel keeps nurturing their love. The Scorpio man’s love nature is more intense & yearning than that of most men & hers is more romantic & sensitive than that of most women. Both of them long for a certain degree of security in a relationship which they get from their emotional attachment & enhance with the purity of love making. Cancer female’s heart is almost always turned on by sensing peace & coziness she feels by being held in her Scorpio lover’s arms while he needs loyalty, that he can get in plenty from Cancer lady love. He enjoys it when her heart starts beating terribly fast during the act & her face getting so flush. Most times she wants so much to match his torturously delicious movements with her own, but she holds her emotions firmly. Actually she must let him know how much he drives her crazy & how much she is in love with him. As they become aware of each other’s unspoken needs, their physical mating can be a truly transcendental experience & their ****** union becomes a strange mixture of eroticism & purity. As this is always a very wonderful couple but nothing is actually perfect & to reach perfection some amount of sacrifice is always needed, they must first conquer together their most negative traits: Cancer woman’s baseless fears & possessiveness, Scorpio man’s burning jealousy & revenge compulsion & also their mutual financial caution. If these differences are passed by successfully there can be hardly any Scorpio-Cancer relationship that is ever broken. As both of them are outrageous in nature & tend to retreat into solitude when angry, to have a healthy relationship they should rather openly talk it over to find solutions. Otherwise, a very lovely relationship may end up abruptly, after which they invariably miss each other very much usually throughout their lives.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
I love apples
round and ready
especially Red Delicious
with a crunchy coziness
that surpasses all other
taste and textures.
I don't understand
how they can keep them
in a cool store for long periods
especially when they are so hot
to handle.
I always loved apples
waxed and round
red pointed and pretty
of course you know the old saying
an apple a day keeps the doctor away
now imagine two apples a day!
Apples for me anyway.
Author Notes
OK. Don't throw stones anymore, throw apples!
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
I have seen the wonders of the world
in a month of new experience.
I have let people in for a change.
I have met the kindest, most helpful angel
on a road trip off to nowhere.
Too gentle for his own good.
I have felt the warmth of laughter
in the ladies' room while having a smoke.
I was walking on clouds.
I have heard the focused, resonating silence
amidst spaces in a study room.
A pin dropped.
I have seen the sad, the happy,
the lonely, the mighty,
the inferior, the hustle,
the coziness, and the wind.
I have seen it all, my love,
and still I remain unimpressed.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
Some days I think of you as a thunderstorm,
but not in a bad weather kind of way.
I think of silent comfort.
The way you kind of don't want it to rain, but secretly you feel joy in a perfect rainy day.
Rainy days are for movies and cuddles, snacks and coziness. A warm fire and the pop of popcorn, time to just lay low.
The pitter patter of raindrops on the roof is your voice in my ear.
The wind howling is the havoc I feel on the inside when your fingertips brush my stomach.
Lightening is the flash of feeling I have for you when your eyes meet mine - quick, but intense and breathtaking.
But the thunder describes you best of all.
Dark, Fierce, Fervent, Beautiful.
Thunder holds secrets, it holds mysteries.
Beneath the resounding crash is comfort, pleasure, safety, and peace.
All the same can be said for what I found inside of you.
You are my favorite storm.
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 5:38 PM UTC
"What a little ******* *****
He’ll never come cross a chick,
That will wanna **** his ****
So why the hell does he think,
My mouth gonna be his kink,
Imma let him drown and sink,
In his vast tide of loneliness,
**** his wavy-haired holiness,
Just there to steal his coziness,
Nah ***** **** the harmonious,
And **** humans, they’re odious,
Leave em’ rotting in moldiness,
Let em’ express their emotions,
And question all of their notions,
Cause they’re all losers and broken,
Why not speak, you’re all unspoken,
But let’s not cause a commotion,
Cause I think now we’re approaching,
The part where I tell you something,
When music had the bass bumping,
And mons push and our lips touching,
And to your **** blood was rushing,
I was high, think you’re disgusting,
**** you ***** please become nothing."
Although the things that I said are probably not true,
I'm just seeing the worst outcome from her point of view,
Now I'm going off with my old friends and my new crew,
Starting a rap group called Dugtrio, gonna make our debut.
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC
I look forward to coffee and donut time
It makes me feel fine
The rain makes it sublime
Coziness is mine
And my loneliness starts to decline
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 8:19 PM UTC
Behind my apartment complex
is a small creek
dry most of the year and filled
with trash
it gurgles this time of year with
brown foamy water
the wash of industrial civilization
at first the smell is foul, but now
is merely murky and there is no
smell and a pleasing sound of water
I look for signs of coziness around me
and I notice steam rising from the laundry
room that is visible in the cold
like a chimney puffing comfy smoke
into the rainy air
And I think of you and I'm afraid
I thought of you in Walmart
My life--this is the real thing
there are no romantic castles, only
a wet shopping cart in a crowded exploitive store
As I passed by the packaged vegetables
and stared at the racks and racks of ugly clothes
I thought, I am in control
The fear wells up inside of me
fear of HIM. That him who squashed me
who took over my mind
I think of all the books I read, as people pass
by with very important shopping to do and
a homeless man makes a decision about which milk to buy
and he smells horrible, like decay and wetness
and people resent him and I wish
there were no homeless people
I wish there was more caring and less brutality in our world.
The key is not to care about HIM until you know who he is
The key is to keep your distanced mind in judgement
And I must remember this key because I swear
no one will ever hurt me that much again.
I am a hidden creek, a pristine one, because I would
never hurt the natural world as we have
He cannot see it, or any other he, until
I know exactly who he is.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 8:38 PM UTC
So obsessed
She is
changed
Her Closet
Turn-on
Lover
Something
submerged____
Never full lips
sheath
dresses
Walk-in confesses
Vanderpump Rules
Just take one
ticket you mules
Being tagged
Pants Golden pocket
Price reduced
One chosen
Deep every breath
we take in
Miss Marilyn
Road some like it hot
More to hustle
(Monroe)
Curves and wiggles
Spiky heels
Named Doe
The Skid Roe
Never make a deal
The sheik riding hood
**** lower than hell
backs
Too unveil him
Who should?
The warm sun camels
closet smells slender
Cigarettes
Never cracks
That whodunit
Walk-in
Only low backs
Sherlocked dress
Mystique to guess?
Monique
He spilled
Sinnamon latte
Exotic Tiger print
Whispers Walk-in
Hints?
Love magnetized
late
The caramel
sensuous sips
A girl best
friend
Not one
ring or
love note
Valentine email
Dressed in closet
But it wasn't mine?
Stacks of
dresses
A+ Yes, never a no___
I believe
I will find
your vote
Coziness Closets of
many
alterations
Altered her vision
Designer maniacs
Never ticks
**** hens and clocks
Guys under the weather
The Umbrella ladies
Eating chocolate
Being bombed
Mr. Drakes
All latex
Younger
man
Plastic
double
agents
Of Botox
Oh! Dear
Mommy
Closet case!
Can you spell
spellbound
The green envy
dress
Near her
wallflower
the wax museum
of witches
Breaking some
britches
Broomsticks
Fly Robin Fly closet
Oh! Why
So subtle the Seance
Copies in her Palace
Something rearranged
her closet
Humanity switch
Her designer
hangers
underground
She became
the closed
closet mute
Shabby chic
out of lines
Never bling
I am going
to wash
that man
out of
Ponytail
I wonder
Why? whipped
hair
My big
walk-in
closet
You're invited
The girls live in
her shoes don't
judge a closet
With all her books
Tied to his ankle
Whip cream-color
Come over
You stepped
accidentally
into her dirt
French
tulip skirt
Her walk-in closet
she calls them
on skype lips up
The Closet
always shuts up
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
Steady pour of the rain,
a hypnotic hymn.
The morning air grows cold,
a warm blanket’s comfort.
Must get up for the day,
no more time for delays.
Still the entranced mind sleeps.
Ten more minutes, please.
Some moments gone astray,
satisfying embrace.
The blanket’s coziness,
my sweet pillow’s softness.
Waking up with a start,
panic gripped my heart.
Peaceful moments, a bait.
Now, I am really late.
Sep 7, 2011
Sep 7, 2011 at 5:03 AM UTC
The threads and colours embody all that i want, wrapped loosely around me in a warm hug, slightly too large. I get carried away by the coziness and the smell of it all, the memories within the stitches.
Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
you are a blue button down, filled to the brim with smiling, sparkling, brown-eyed boy
she is a small blond girl in a gray sweater. you kissed the top of her head, and she leaned into your arms: smiling, safe, dancing
the man in the front of the room was giving a grand speech about dreams, about the hidden passions we fail to act upon;
i couldn’t stop staring at your hands.
it has been a while since my feet have graced the dance floor. i’m not sure if i remember the way the music sounds, but i know the steps: one-two-three, one-two-three, kiss, linger, leave. it’s muscle memory, it’s clockwork.
often, i think about the one who taught me how to dance. he twirled me around so quickly, it felt like floating, up into the sky, fingertips brushing the clouds. sometimes, i think i’m still dizzy.
you are a warm winter coat, all coziness and comfort and soft, slow smiles and sleepy voices on Sunday mornings
i am a small dark-haired girl who can’t quite figure out how all of her limbs fit together. i would dive off cliffs if it meant i could land in your arms.
you are the very best parts of all the things i should not want
the worst part is, i actually believe you could fix me.
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
Leave me be,
enveloped and enraptured
by the poetry of silence.
A private island
in a sea of faces.
Wistful but aware,
between
elation and despair.
*Please forgive my
love of solitude.*
The people of this world,
too beautiful for words,
are better from a distance.
Their voices,
a far off fanfare.
I feel safer here,
beneath a shield of
tranquil secrecy;
keeping a heart slowly healing
from wounds of long ago.
I have no shame
to hide from pain.
Would you deny me solace,
nestled in a home
of loneliness?
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC
In a society where
people shunt you
for being different,
label you crazy
for writing words
that don't make sense to them.
I have found acceptance
in this shelter home
for meandering souls,
a place to rest my bones.
It gave a shed
to my passion filled heart
from the calamities of life.
And armed it with a pen.
My heart felt
homeless
no more.
I have found like minded people
who provided me with,
the support of friends.
The comfort of family.
The coziness of home.
Thank you Hello Poetry
for being that home.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 9:28 PM UTC
let’s stay-up all night – immerse ourselves with one another
let’s play all night – we touch without touching
let’s kiss all night – lock our lips and throw away the key
let’s lay all night – on the hood of my ford (or the floor of the beach)
let’s stay-up all night – and fall asleep under the warmth of the sun (or the coziness of the covers)
let’s talk all night – and dream the same dream
let’s live all night – for every night we live
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 4:50 AM UTC
Blustery wind howling, whimpering
Creating the silence of the arctic
Wintery desolation sounds jingling
Breathing coziness, feeling mystic
Hazy sunlight relentlessly shimmering
Idyllic nature soothes the traveler
Zippy morning tremendously lingering
Rhythmic chillness of winter
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 12:58 PM UTC
Fairy boy, you catch my eye,
Trough candles and smoke
In a loop of time
We have a nice talk
A fine glass of wine
And coziness in the dark
You’re strange, but fair
I have to confess
Under tilleylamps flicker
I care even less
Wether fairy or not
You are pleasing my eyes
And I recognize
The fume between your lips
Suits your face too well
To resist any kiss
Or any little spell
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
Kissing you is hard not to do
The perfect trail up your neck
The glistening of your chapped lips
The way our bodies synch
Into needing to be closer
With my lips and our tongues
Wriggling in pleasure under me
Passing time by so fast
All I want is to pause time
You dont have to stay still
Your legs move in equal rhythm
Grasping at comfort and warmth
Coziness in our nature
Perfect puzzle pieces
Confusing clamor
Of finally kissing you again
Simply because its hard not to.
While slowly taking infinity slowly.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 11:57 AM UTC