"crazily" poems
We are all silhouettes
Wrapped in the tapestry
Of a blooming night
Outlines etched messily
Into a cotton wool sky
Beautifully imperfect
A stray wisp illuminates
Sings sweet like our
Honey bee laughs
We smile, always
Endlessly sunshine yellow
For here we are youth
Wild like dandelions
Rebelling against being
A common flower
We paint the word ****
In shining glitter
Send it to outer space in
A paper airplane
Then dance on crazily
Like the night is infinite
Dreaming for a forever
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
is what I tell them, now.
"I am only going to hurt you.
I promise."
I will laugh with you
and I will let you see my core,
and you will want so terribly much
to be a part of me
you will do almost anything.
"I told you not to."
I will let you in.
I will open myself completely
and make myself vulnerable at your feet.
You will trust me.
" Stop."
I will tell you about my family
and you will meet them.
You will think you understand me.
Did you think I was lying when I told you I was a piece of ****
I ******* told you.
I'll make you feel like the most beautiful
woman in the universe.
You will know in your bones
that I am yours alone.
It will be magical and true,
at the time.
We will be in love with each other. Madly, crazily, undoubtedly and completely in love and it will be the most wonderful and pure and good thing that has ever happened to us both and we will pledge eternal loyalty to each other and we will both mean it and we will be happy beyond our comprehension.
Then... I will
change.
I will grow tired of you.
I will become distant.
I will become indifferent.
I will become cruel.
You will be confused
and cry
and plead and pout and sulk and berate and beleaguer.
You will question yourself
and your motives, like it was your fault or your failing
when it was neither.
If it makes you feel better,
I will apologize.
I won't mean it though.
Not all the way, not like I should.
It was just me
being me
and doing
exactly
what I said I would.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 10:17 PM UTC
I've seen you in striped white,
I've seen you in black wrap-around tops,
I've seen you in stilettos,
I've seen you in Fitflops.
I've seen you in the bluest of days,
I've seen you in the rainiest of nights,
I've seen you in the face of the sun,
I've seen you in the wind-full of kites.
I've seen you in the trajectory of life,
I've seen you stare at me with care,
I've seen you in the droplets of water,
I've seen you in every castle in the air.
I've seen you dreaming,
I've seen you back in reality,
I've seen you physically Earthy,
I've seen you emotionally Mars-y,
I've seen you sad and jubilant,
I've seen you troubled, but kept a smile,
I've seen you doubled - in poker,
I've seen you gone crazily wild.
I've seen you in green-blinking nails,
I've seen you return my stutters,
I've seen you stand tall - confident,
I've seen you slouch - don't matter.
I've seen you looking into empty spaces,
I've seen you looking into a tasty plate,
I've seen you doubt yourself,
I've seen you believing in fate.
I've seen you in the bakery,
I've seen you in a factory,
I've seen you in your beauty,
I've seen you in your most ball-sy.
I've seen you in the bus,
I've seen you read,
I've seen you pick up a microphone,
I've seen you speaking with speed.
I've seen you with a newspaper,
I've seen you with an iPad,
I've seen you with a t-shirt,
I've seen you stylishly clad.
I've seen you work hard,
I've seen you studied irresponsibly,
I've seen you proud,
I've seen you flicker embarrassingly.
I've seen you here,
I've seen you there,
I've seen you near,
I've seen you everywhere.
I've seen enough,
I've seen you in extremes,
I've seen you thorough,
I've seen you in teams.
I've seen you verily,
I've seen you truly,
I've seen so much inspiration,
I've seen you guilty.
I've seen "I've seen" 58 times,
I've seen you more than that few.
But I would've seen nothing more,
If I've seen none of you.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 4:56 AM UTC
"Will you wait for me?" He asked
Hesitantly, she: "How long?"
Hope and doubt intense, he: "for 60 years",
"Don't be a stupid, no one wait for anyone, that long": She
"But you said we are the soul mates,
The only key that fitted the lock"
She was long gone; into a dot,
Midst the temple lamps, round the sanctum
************
Hurried, she sent the message of the night and switched off the phone
"Love you; Miss you, my battery dying; Will text you tomorrow"
Amar replied "Me too darling, missing you and love you crazily"
Akbar replied "Hug me close and sleep tight honey, dream only me"
Adil replied "Take care my love, good night and sweet dreams"
Antony was angry, "Why don't you keep the phone charged? Good night"; he was the hubby!
And the stupid opened the door, hugged her in
And whispered "come in, my soul mate
The only key that fitted the lock"
********
"Take me for a ride; I want to be a carefree pillion today,
Floating away with you..."
Holding him tight, legs across, she let her hair loose
“Fly the bumps, I want to fall all over you” she held him tightly
From the pillion of the bike, she longed to see all spectrums of life
"Faster you stupid, I don't want to spend a lifetime as a pillion"
Then one day, she climbed the hills, for good.
He wandered the plains for long
Within their own, they kept a grudge to themselves
For, not letting the lock and key to know
They only fitted each other
********
“I take you to be my wedded wife
For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer”
“I take you to be my wedded husband
For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer”
Until the God sets us apart
Honey turned the first leaf on- ‘Money!’
“My money is my money, and
Your Money is our money, Stupid!”
Then it was all about I, me and mine
Lock never knew there was a Key
And the Key went from the fights to flights and a final freeze
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
You were like a wild fire
That I watched from a distance
Yet somehow you caught my heart
I wanted to be closer, in your presence
So trusting, I reached out my hand
In order to be embraced by you
Aggressively, painfully you took it
And naively I didn't have a clue
That my hand claimed to be unfit
You burned my skin around and through
Crazily I thought I would get used to it
Build up a tolerance that was tough and true
I was mesmerized by your puzzling beauty
How brightly you shined on your own
Throughout the day until the night
I never felt like I was alone
However my tolerance
Didn't seem to grow
Your flames started to consume me
Taking more as they go
You weren't satisfied with a piece of me
You wanted more than I could show
Oddly enough I relished in it
My crazy passionate joking beau
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
She's a peahen,
I kindled the bird,
And me her peacock.
O she loved me crazily,
She stayed here till long,
Until she'd realised it,
That she could fly.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 1:45 AM UTC
Heart pounding. Inside dying.
Head swirling- you feel like crying!
It's tough & Crazy.
Leaves everything Hazy.
The rule of maths- that ugly frog,
If it seems easy, you're doing it wrong.
Cursing, slamming, worse than drowning!
Like wounded animals, crazily howling!
The hell is this?! The hell is that?!
Someone kiss my head with a bat!
Tougher than keeping track of ping pong
If it seems easy- you're doing it wrong.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
I...
think...
I...
like...
crazily chasing concocted crushes
however hasty high hopes
earnestly entangled erstwhile enthusiasm
left languishing limp lethargic
suddenly soundless stupidly selfish
every emotion enviously expectant
an abject apology absent
purposeful pleasure purportedly posed
unearthed unhealthy ungainly uncertainties
devouring devotion disgracing dogma
an accident awaiting arrival
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
I have seen pictures of beautiful places,
They are just a taste.
Reminding me of how little I've done.
Is my life a waste?
I want to see the geysers,
In Yellowstone National Park.
And walk along the Eastern Shore,
With you after it gets dark.
And I know there is a snowboard,
That somewhere bears my name,
And I have always wanted to go,
To an NFL football game.
I hear that Ireland is beautiful,
What a sight to see.
And I know there is a rustic place.
Where I can write poetry.
I would like to go see Mardi Gras,
And maybe earn a bead or two.
Listen to a great acoustic band,
And sing a line or two.
Hop aboard an airplane
Grab the window seat.
Just drive to a distant city,
To see just who I'd meet.
Swim naked in the ocean,
Surf my way back in.
Make love really crazily,
And then do it again.
Fall in love with the right one,
Find a true soul-mate,
I wish I could do it all right now,
I don't want to wait.
Jul 20, 2010
Jul 20, 2010 at 9:29 PM UTC
Little Red Riding Hood
a name given to thee
loved helping her mom with chores
and one day to run an errand for her
Put on her red hood ,
a basket in her hand
and off she went into the familiar woods
while Picking up berries she heard a roar
Quickly she ran to her granny's door
Poor granny was on her bed
Amused... Red Riding Hood quickly came closer and said
Suspiciously....
"What a big pair of eyes you have grandma"
"What a big nose you have grandma"
"What a big pair of ears you have grandma"
"What a furry big thing you are grandma"
But grandma was too sick to answer...
Her suspicion grew stronger
It wasn't her grandma lying on the bed
Pretended to be sick but salivating for her crazily
Her breathing was heavy,
her howling could almost be heard
What a tricky big beast!
Carefully she took her bow and arrow from her basket
and shot her cunning wolf granny in the heart
Hurriedly she opened the closet
Granny was safe , granny was still alive
Little Red Riding Hood hugged and kissed her
and thanked her real granny
for the archery lessons she gave her...
sharpened her mind
shooting her target
saving a life
saved her granny's life
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 5:04 AM UTC
February is not any month,but It's unique in its strangeness anytime Simply because it becomes out of control In a sudden happening ... It's greatly and crazily changes itself Like any snake that changes its skin repeatedly ... It's starts sunny and it ends in big messes while It's raining or any case of any climate around ... All other months have something unique,but It's almost unique even in its name ... Being out of control makes it A crazy month on all levels ... ________________________________________________________________
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
Oil Massage ...
warm soft ...
sweet oil ...
let it runs ...
all over you ...
from the neck ...
until it reach ...
the end ...
of your feet ...
to start over you...
with my golden hands ...
a great sweet massage ...
that you need ...
and always asked me ...
to do ...
to let you happily fly ...
to another world ...
with every move ...
of my hands ...
to every part of you ...
from your neck ...
until reach your feet ...
and in between ...
with a warm oil ...
and my hands ...
let me pour ...
and run ...
to travel ...
with your body ...
with every line ...
as i do every night ...
traveling with crazily ...
with desires ...
just to touch you ...
this sweet body yours ...
until i get you ready ...
to give up ...
with this body ...
for me ...
to be both ready ..
for all positions ...
of love ...
let me pour oil ...
let my hands ...
runs all over you ...
to make for you ...
a great massage ...
are you ready sweetheart ...
just let us run now ...
let's make it love ...
hazem al ...
Jul 31, 2021
Jul 31, 2021 at 1:24 AM UTC
It could Satan's cohorts cause, what portly
Political figures earn, to forsake his camp
And anon join the fray to the fat fiscal treasury
Of the country squander; and that to a cramp.
The pay plus pecks in a year they receive
Will most citizens in their lifetime never sniff.
So some who covet crazily such a mega-cheque
Also seek the same office for the easy favours.
Since our paunchy purse will at their own beck
And call be, they thus make elections endeavours
A dagger thing;--that if they cannot God's gross
Gold get, they must anyhow have the devil's dross.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC
tented World of Bubbles and
critters, monkey-wild,
the slant-
off,
the fathoms of a depth,
of Worlds whose histories end
in a fraction of what nature does do.
Amola mola, designator
a bulb of light dangling down to the nauticals,
the bubble armoured polyps.
The lively cesspool of micro-seamounts, where,
once there stood strong
a sea-green zoo,
now vaguely stands a mineral vestige.
Gaia shut off the vent
everyone goes away.
visited by wraiths --
These black lampreys, hooded and veiled,
clustering, cloistering,
the successors who
they and they only
the new deepsea robbers.
now a lighter sinking feeling,
the demigod sinks hitherto like nature does do.
a giant ***** whale dies above
Casting its shadow of hope
and the wraiths appear in the umbra
pushing & shoving for a spot
food arrives with a thud;
a castle of whale bones as their home
they were never so happy.
so crazily, thoughtlessly food-driven
deepsea "things"
swish-swash swish-swash goes the weird fish circus,
and then, crazily so
upon their trophy, the mirror wraiths,
of a bubbled World
feed in frenzy.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 11:23 PM UTC
Letter from a dead man,
His souls up where is he?
Letter from a dead man,
To Heaven or hell he will see.
Letter from a dead man,
To where at can he be?
Letter from a dead man,
No more food can he feed,
Letter from a dead man,
His life's up as you read.
Scared so scared like the millions heard,
Scared of death and me,
Food for thought like the old man said,
An innings of eighty three,
Letter from a dead man,
Stand up remember thee,
Letter from a dead man,
His hymns sheets of real cacophony,
Letter from a dead man,
Sing up and let it be,
Letter from a dead man,
Switches off his life machine,
Letter from a dead man,
A celebration of his legacy
Buried treasured no mans land
In the hills of this cemetery,
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Just remember him when he leaves.
Letter from a dead man,
To the point of its will,
Letter from a dead man,
No good when he's lying still,
Letter from a dead man,
No more laughs his body chills,
Letter from a dead man,
After he takes his last sleeping pill,
Letter from a dead man,
In Forever credible.
Disappeared no land frontier,
Tales to wander now,
Tears for fears after all these years,
Distinguished with a crown.
Letter from a dead man,
Shall he spell out to you now,
Letter from a dead man,
More ups than been downs,
Letter from a dead man,
Snarl bites from a vicious hound,
Letter from a dead man,
Safe grace under ground,
Letter from a dead man,
Not safe as it sounds.
Worry, Worry, Super Hurry,
To the day that they bereaved,
Money, Money not so funny,
Something changes as he leaves
Letter from a dead man,
Its with you that he thanks,
Letter from a dead man,
A new change of circumstance,
Letter from a dead man,
Sons&Daughters; admirals,
Letter from a dead man,
As love has a chance,
Letter from a dead man,
He's happy with its deliverance.
In days gone by I took to past,
Reflected on happiness as if to last.
So many wondrous days, jolly, quiet, crazily loved been raised.
In many parts chapter arts, like as youngsters we drove our racing carts,
I pinned a bullseye dart with an eye to target the centre of my whole being. Teenage days of bad school days to my first pint with the Trin! Laughter and such worked harder as much for the shackles I threw away!
Up, Up and away my off spring played with hay, did me proud as they made their way! Middle age to this very stage to people I've met. In love, friendship, peace and loyalty to you I will never forget.
Letter from a dead man,
Insane or nice you may think, but with a life time guarantee.
Letter from a dead man,
With r.I.p love from me..
O'Reily@05032013
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
Dont hate me cuz I am beautiful
Looking Hijabi-licious for Allah, devoutly dutiful
Shaking your head at me cuz I cover
Wouldn’t take you nor your wingman as a lover
Glaring at me crazily cuz I’m veiled
An ocean of chastity you’ve never sailed
And you’re all alarmed cuz I’m devout
I’m hijab-tastic! Not even a single toe is out!
You can quit cat-calling me too; Cuz I’m chaste
Aint’ no welcome sign wrapped ‘round this waist
Tryna peer pressure me cuz I’m concealed
And ain’t out here tryna cop a feel
Pontificating that I’m oppressed cuz I’m different
“miss Muhammed is much too modest, we like ‘em ignorant”
And you’re kinda curious cuz u cant cuddle this Jelly
Joker, Lord knows ur stupid tail ain’t ready
So don’t hate cuz you, your boy, and your girl cant touch this
I’m a female manifestation of feminine justice
*********************************************
And girl, now you’re just jealous cuz you think he likes it
Said “wonder what her hair’s like when she unties it?”
Yeah She’s hoping to high heaven that I’m hot in my Hijab
So she can get me to join her in flashing flabby flabs of abs
Don’t be mean to me cuz real men find me appealing
Kindly consider concealing all the cleavage you’ve been revealing
You’re surprised because our boss recognized my mind?
Could it be because he isn’t busy admiring my behind?
I heard there was insane party where the office nicknamed you Lil “Miss loose & cray cray”
Oh, Dang. Anyway, they nicknamed me Lil Miss gotta go pray pray
You out here hating cuz my beauty is discreet
But if I was half naked, girl you know you couldn’t compete
So later for you, your lewd dude, and your half **** crew!
It’s not your pleasure that I seek
Allah, the Beautiful Fashioner, formed this physique
Verily Allah made everything valuable a challenge to achieve
Pearls, diamonds, gold, heaven, and— yes!— even ME
He, Almighty, offered me a trade treaty,
His commands for my Destiny
So I traded in ****** for decency
I traded in popularity for modesty
And I’m trading in your knuckle-headed opinion
For His highest heavenly dominion
Hijab-ulous 4 life!
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 2:34 AM UTC
they told me you weren't worth
three years of waiting
they told me it won't work
and i'd end up mourning
but i told them that i'd prove them wrong
they just have to wait and see
but no one told me
about the obstacles and challenges
i'd, we'd have to face
all the loneliness and emptiness
we'd have to endure
and the new people new changes
that'll affect us both
i wish they'd warned me
about the people constantly trying
to bring us down
the people blatantly desiring
to break us apart
and the people wishing and hoping
that they'll be next in line
no one had warned me
about the girl soon to fall crazily
head over heels for you
and mostly
no one had warned me
about the gorgeous boy helplessly
wanting to take your place
but they did
they'd warned me all they can
i just didn't listen
and if i did i would have known
the difference between you and him
and i wouldn't have kept looking
for a replacement
for someone permanent
only now you aren't anymore
so i'm sorry
and i miss you like crazy.
-djs
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 12:50 AM UTC
.
Snow. Ice. Bitterness.
Fear. Huger. Distress.
Darkness.
Hopelessness.
Without water and electricity.
Without liberty.
Nobody, just me,
and a cold blanket
sighing sadly.
And nothing else.
Betrayals countless.
Without a friendly face.
Without an embrace.
Puddles of tears surround me,
I will cut my wrists to end this misery.
My frostbite wounds
Millions of people are passing by
never a one to stop
to offer a shoulder on which to cry
I don’t need anything
no cash, no bread
no shoes, no roof over my head
just a single heart to start beating
beating for me, crazily.
Saša Milivojev
Translated by Ljubica Yentl Tinska
www.sasamilivojev.com
Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 7:43 PM UTC
Do you know me?
Do I know you?
What secrets do you embrace?
I have my pleasures,
My little treasures.
I wonder if I am the only one?
They're not to be hidden,
Nor are they forbidden.
They're just mine. My secrets.
For example,
Do you like to dance crazily with music loud?
Do you do art, paint, draw, create?
Do you go for a walk late at night?
Do you sit in your room and contemplate?
Or do you think about who would win, superman or batman?
Do you feel sad? Do you feel happy? Do you have a secret anger that burns you?
Or are people as plain as they look upfront?
What is it that you do that you hold dear, near and out of fear you keep inside?
I wonder. Am I the only one with secrets that no-one knows?
Why do I hold them so close? To make them feel like mine.
What am I afraid of, That if someone knew my secrets, they would no longer be secret?
Why does this make it feel special? If no-one knows about them?
If they were known, it would no longer be enjoyable.
Is it for the lack of judgement that I tell no soul I know?
Or is it to keep it mine and by sharing it, it is no longer mine to share?
Is it my secret and do you have any you want to contribute?
Then it will be our secret.
Dec 21, 2023
Dec 21, 2023 at 6:25 PM UTC
Indeed, I love her!
But can't muster enough nerve
I had rehearse those lines
But as if someone tied my tongue
Afraid of venom of pain
Afraid to be stung
Better to hide it this way
Regret is more painful at the end
She was so alluring
A beauty that could only be mine in a dream
She was every of my fantasies
But how can I charm her
Everything about me was so simple
While she was extra-ordinary
I must act now...
Then I lied...
I told her I am a prince
That I owned the stars
But I saw her shaking her head
She was nothing compared the sun
She was nothing compared to the blue sky
I lost my self control
I began grasping her
Kissing her torridly
Even though a lot of people witnessed what I was doing
Little do I care
I want her badly, crazily...
And then laughter
everywhere....
Indeed people saw me grasping and kissing someone
Someone in their eyes...
Was only a tree...
written: July 4, 2014
mysterious aries
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
Disentangling abstractedy,
A bee returning crazily along the path of least resistance
Flying home.
Through the orchids, flax and irises
Lilacs dripping promises,
Mist-laced and mapped with honesty
He goes home.
Morning recriminations
Bitter sprinkles in the milk,
Stood there; his mind is wandering to apricots and silk
Desire twisted hungrily,
A door slammed......
home overthrown by silence.
Storm clouds horizon kissing
Dark thoughts of something missing,
........then nothing more.
Feb 9, 2013
Feb 9, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
No it isn't a crazy star
Nor it's very far
It's a coffee shop that I like to visit
Once a week or more
It's across the street from Starbucks
And it beats it by far
The service is crazily great
Just like the name suggests
Not one time I heard one argue
or complain about the trade
I personally know the owner
But so does everyone here
Because he is so very
generous and sincere
I really recommend his coffee
But his cappuccino is outstanding
If you ever come to Washington, DC
Remember to find this place please!!!*
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
i
hate
you
is
the
new
i
love
you
in
my
life
and
it
rocks
****
crazily
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC