"fluffiest" poems
Cradle my emotions in the gentlest of whispers
Lace my heart with sultriest of ribbons
Fill full my sail with the worthiest of winds
Engulf my being in the sweetest of notions
Colour me beautiful with the most vibrant of rainbows
Propel my universe into the farthest reaches
Soothe my aches with the most abundant love
Carry my vessel to the sandiest of beaches
Embed my thoughts within the fluffiest clouds
Let soar my dreams on the bravest of kites
Set my destination in the furthest horizons
Present me with life's buffet with the tastiest of bites
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
he said
*one day,
baby girl,
i'll buy you
the world
sprinkle you
with diamonds
and head to toe
in pearls
you'll dress in
the finest of silks
eat the freshest of foods
drink the purest of milk
sleep under
the most stunning mosaic
on a bed made of feathers
you will lay
never will
a worry cross your mind
the night will never be dark
i'll make sure your stars always shine
never be cold
blankets made of the fluffiest wool
with intricate patterns
made with the thread of gold
your hands will never
feel restricted to give
you can help others survive
support them to live
the orphans, the widows
the refugees, the victims
will always know
who to turn to to help them
you will be my queen
bare with me a few years
i'll make my way to the top
and then rid you of all financial fears
until then you have
my full heart, body & soul
just a while longer
& i'll buy you the world*
she looks at him
and shakes her head
takes his hand
makes him sit on the bed
looks him in the eye
and starts to smile
*my love,
my darling,
my reason to live,
hear me clearly
when i say this
i need no riches
i need no gold
for all these are material
you are my world
let paper money
and bank accounts
fly away
and burn to the ground
we'll build our home
with our bare hands
work day and night
sow and reap our own lands
with what we earn
we'll share with the world
we'll laugh and be merry
live together then marry
have children and watch them grow
and make beautiful our own little world
i appreciate the thought
but happiness can't be bought
the two of us together
is enough for me, forever ♡*
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
I am not
the prettiest girl
or the sexiest
not the smartest
or most talented
but I am a unique
array assembled
of whozeewhatsits
(razor blade analogies
fluorescent petal lips
coloring book flips shifting
hues and lines in real time
intense passion pigments
softened by maniacal sillies
black glitter, tears, tongue, teeth
synaptic syntax screams
billowing belly cavern
sacred swallows swimming
serifs seeping thru sweat
into fluffiest warm cotton
pinksugar dewbloom)
that will render
equivalent yet opposing
inverted complementary
juxta pair of anglepants
exquisitely speechless
with sheer me-ness
hallow mirrors blinding
four egoic eyes igniting
incinerating the dim
and in that stillness
I will feel their them
and feel it feeling
my me
betwixt twisting
our empty brimming
with eternity
...
or maybe
that happened
already
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 5:14 PM UTC
There was a rain of tears with smiles,
and a breeze of warmth under a cold sky.
A fluffiest cloud running over the fences,
and a pair of plants sitting on the benches.
Birds walking down by river lanes,
and cats flying by the window panes.
A rhyming words out of the barking dog,
like a song sung by the beautiful rug.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
Trix sat in his comfy seat, his friends
All waiting for his words of as the race was
Set in the dust nebula Atria
Its dark in space only stars glitter.
But in the dust cloud it was like rainbows blossomed
A light show of the universal beauty.
Right my fluffiest friends its time to launch.
3
2
1
Rockets ignited and away they went,
Captain Trix was nibbling on a cucumber stick.
Then from no where the naughty Cat Captain Frost
Bashed and knocked at their ship, and off the
Race course they fell. They tumbled into a pocket of
Darkest space. Captain its dark in here, the lights
Faded and all was dark. Trix could hear teeth chattering.
Be calm my friends, there is nothing scary in the shadows.
Take out your carrot coins, and nibble, chew,
And with that, once finger licked and all was chomped
All that was heard was trix voice, right can we all
See? yes captain carrot vison is a go.
They set a course out of this darkest place and
Out they popped into normal space, colours gleamed
As they saw they were in last place.
Rockets burst into action and they flew in
And out, weaving through the clouds
One pasted, two pasted, three pasted
Now they were in second place.
Who should be in first place naughty Captain Frost
He had a coat as white as snow. but that was
As far as his niceness did go. He was a naughty
Kitty and everyone did know.
Sir he is blocking our path, we cant get through
Ok secret decoy time fluffy friends.
3
2
1
Cats attention set adrift sir, and into space it wondered,
In sight of Captain Frosts view. Out came the holding
Claws, and the space wool did bobble and excitement
Was the pleasure of kitties day. While they entertained
Themselves, Captain Trix did glide on past.
Full speed ahead as they race past the finish line.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
Coffee: the best you can find at the ghetto 3rd St. grocer
I smoked half your ciggs one day because I had spent all my money making sure we had the best breakfast coffee and cream. It was worth it to see the corners of your lips turn into that mug; steam rising into your morning face, and hear the sigh of comfort. I dont settle for less now.
Nothing like that first sip
You said
Bleach: I awaited your arrival like a sentry awaiting relief. The gallons of bleach I poured into the tub and sinks. If only they could shine like you. This home would be a palace when you arrived,always.
The house looks great!
You said
Beer: There will always be one for you in my fridge…I spent countless hours standing in line to fill the drawer; where vegetables would live in most homes, with brews of taste and supplement. Or at least they get you drunk. To see the glimmer in your wild Irish eyes and take the edge off the struggle.
Awesome, Ill get you one too.
You said
Bacon: because its bacon. 2 hours of cooking. A full spread with pancakes and mimosas to lift your sleepy head. Fruit and the fluffiest scrambled eggs. I was blissful watching you fill your plate and belly, caring not for my own comfort but to fill your soul with love.
Did you eat yet, get some food.
You said
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 1:28 PM UTC
It was the success
Which I always ran after
spending days fetching it
In life's each chapter
I hiked the highest mountains
Dived the deepest seas
I fished the fluffiest cloud
But success was nowhere to be seen
I entered the darkest den
Climbed the highest tree
Drank the reddest blood
But success always
Ditched me!
Success was like the horse in the field
Running fast and free
failure was what I only got
When I wished taming,
The horse in the field
It was very late
When I found success
was all along in my pocket
Sitting right besides me
Success was in the journey
I took to climb the heights
It sat besides the road
Watching me days and nights
Success was not the horse
But the field it ran in
Success always held my hands
Like a silent, desired kin!
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:51 AM UTC
Maybe I’m not good with words
Or maybe there is none
That can portray precisely
The perfect being that’s standing
Right before my eyes
The way those eyes sparkle
When the beholder smiles.
Or when he laughs
One will not deny how contagious
That laughter is.
For I’ve known him long enough
To tell that
His comforting words have done
Just as good.
Behind those glasses are the eyes
That have looked right into mine
And let me believe
I can conquer mountains
Swim across the ocean
Fly among the fluffiest of clouds
Stand at the top of the world
I am fearless
Even at times I almost lose myself.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 8:39 AM UTC
*when the cotton bolls were fluffiest and whitest
we would have a preview of the wealth waiting in the wings
and like spoilt brats pick our destinations and pastimes in transit
to stations that moved us up the ladder in society's hallucinations
we spoke about the white gold elevating us beyond our dreams
and our imagination soared above the almost mythical themes
of poverty fled and riches flared with flair as hard currencies
lay between fingers that had tended the cotton and picked the bolls
but the cotton didn't sell and it was another year of still-births
and stunted fantasies in a land hankering for good living and excess
oh the pain of gratification deferred!*
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 4:32 PM UTC
my mind is fogged...colors faded to black & white.
my heart is broken...aching & too weak to fight.
all i want to do is sleep...sleep...sleep...sleep...
because at least in my dreams, you're with me
at least in my dreams, i am yours & you are mine.
i wake up & feel the pain in my heart...the reality reminding me.
i shut my eyes closed tight
i roll over to face the wall
and i squeeze my pillow tighter
a single warm tear rolls down my cheek & i can hear it as it plops onto my forever-tear-stained pillow.
the stars & mars watch over me as i lay there curled into a tight ball...nausea nights
i walk outside in my winter coat...find a spot where the snow is fluffiest, i spread out my arms and allow myself to fall backwards until i'm facing the sun...you come join me as we lay there...you turn your head to look at me & that's where we stay
the memories of us flood my mind with faded edges & an aesthetic filter hanging over it like vintage film cameras.
beige
take me back to the days i felt happiest.
there's still so much we haven't done...
promise me you'll think of me when you're ready...
promise me you'll think of me when you're better...
promise me you'll try.
Sep 14, 2023
Sep 14, 2023 at 9:25 AM UTC
Hi, Come on by, I'm the Sugarman
Selling your ephemeral relief to an eternal pain
Selling you vivid daydream you could lick like an ice cream
Please, Dear come on by, My panel won't disappoint
For you I have wildest desires bottled or pressed in a pill
Hey boy, Come on by, Chillest of chills will run up your spine
Customized for you the fluffiest of clouds to make you feel fine
Meet my lucy, Trippiest colours, A scenery most words cannot define
Oh Nevermind, Feel free to try if your trust is as rest
couldn't care less, if my hair looks like a mess
Please, Come on by, for my goods are the best
My secret plaster you can use to fill the void
Don't you worry, Come on by, Don't be paranoid
Altered Perception ©
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC
This isn't a poem, I wish it where but I've honestly lost inspiration at this point, hard to keep going when the whole world drags you down you know?
...
I'm not here to talk about that though, just here to give an update on where I've been and how things are currently going.
...
The truth is..not very well.
I wish it where different, truly, but sadly I've had family members pass in the time I've been absent.
Lost my last living Grandmother a couple years back, Grandpa (her husband) hasn't taken the loss well.
Just this past few months we lost 2 if our beloved pets.
One was Guinness, our fluffiest boy, a German Shepherd Mix we've had since he was 6 months old.
The other, just a couple weeks ago...was Sam. He had Cancer and we knew he did, we where doing all we could for him, but one fateful trip to the vet and we learned he had a huge mass in his stomach. Should it rupture....he would have...well it would be fatal and we didn't want him to suffer.
No dog should be forced to go through unimaginable pain like that.
So...we laid him to rest.
My Mom was right there by his side (all doggos are family doggos so yes my parents where there) as his eyes shut for the final time.
Both are currently in our home as we agreed not to bury them.
Not yet at least.
Mom wants to mix the dogs ashes with hers when she's laid to rest so she can take her boys to heaven with her.
I agreed, of course.
As for right now? I'm living life to the best of my abilities. I have a home, a roof over my head, warm bed at night, and 2-3 meals a day (depending on my hunger of course)
But....yeah, so I'm here, I'm alive, just been going through stuff and life one day at a time.
Sorry for the long absence but I don't know if I'll ever post a poem again.
If I'm ever re-inspired and make one I'll definetly be back!
Maybe I'll wrack my brain and make one just as an apology of sorts.
Who knows?
I hope everyone continues to have an amazing day/week/month/year, and I'll try my best to do the same, hope to be back soon, but...no promises...and again, sorry for the silence.
May 24, 2023
May 24, 2023 at 3:27 AM UTC
I'll be mad at God for you
If he doesn't find you a wife
You're too kind to go without sharing your life
There's a stirring deep inside of me
But lips still stapled shut
Thunder and lightning far away from me
Yes, I'll find you a wife if it's the last thing I do
I'll find you a wife with brown eyes
That remind you of forest mountain trails and warm hot coco
I'll find you a wife whose dark curly hair is shiny and soft as the fluffiest clouds in the sky
I'll find you a wife whose thin hands are gentle and whose mind is kind
I'll find you a wife who makes you laugh so much your eyes crinkle and your stomach ache
I'll find you a wife who makes a perfect dark roast brew just for your coffee break
I'll find you a wife who knows how deep you love, and loves you back just as hard
You'll trust her with your life
She'll love you, the whole you, the good parts and your scars
I'll find you a wife who's everything you've been patiently waiting for
And when that someday approaches
8 long years have passed
And we live under the same stars, but miles and miles apart
I'll unstable my lips
Thunder will clap, lightning strikes back
and finally say, ..." and I think I still do"
So I'll be mad at God for you
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 1:09 AM UTC