"fuzzies" poems
Warm laundry gives me the
fuzzies, makes my hands grasp
majestic purple soaps
to cleanse away the ***** wails
compacted under fingernails
A selection of smell good things
lotions accompanied by fuzzy things
to rub away and radiate the aura
of calm, balance, and tranquility
Lavender is condusive to many
different uses, inhaling the graces
of herbal essence, soothing said coolings
inducing mood peelings of layers of grime
a skin liberative—figuratively speaking
Flowers of passion brew thoughts into actions
silent buds permeating scents
so invigoratingly innocent
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
I like being in charge sometimes.
*I want to be choked and spanked and tied up and ****** hard.*
I want to wear a ******* in bed.
I want to be used.
I think about spanking you until your *** turns red.
*I want to be slapped and called a ****
But I melt when you call me babygirl.
I swoon because you’re a gentleman.
I smile when you’re cute and girly.
I want to cuddle and watch Disney movies.
I like having hot wax poured on my body.
I like to play with the candles on the table at fancy restaurants.
I like ice too.
I like to watch your pupils dilate when I look at you a certain way.
I like when you look at me in that certain way that makes me lose my breath and giggle.
It calms me down when you call me owlet when I’m stressed.
You give me warm and fuzzies when you call me your best friend.
Maybe I like you.
So maybe this isn’t so complicated.
Maybe it’s really simple.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 8:47 PM UTC
Somewhere down in the depths of everyone, there is a spinning plate,
The Devil holds his stick parallel to yours and watches as you sweat,
You rip the sticky bottom of the bottle off of the glue and stick your bucket out to catch the fall,
The Devil plants his loafers and casually crosses one leg over the other,
Sometimes you even change the channel and pray that the entertainment value fills your cup,
The Devil licks the sides of your ice cream cone and draws faces in your food,
You drop your *** into the bean bag cloud and strum the buttons on your controller,
The Devil places the headset on his burning head and boils your water as you sit in the corner of the room, ignoring the kitchen,
Someone passes by with a similar stride and you turn a single glance into the Vietnam War,
The Devil sinks into the sofa and picks the fuzzies off of his jammies.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
It’s warm
It’s fuzzy
And it’s coming soon to a heart near you:
The warm fuzzy feeling!
This feeling is characterized
By soft happiness,
Frequent daydreams,
Feeling comfortable and loved,
And starry eyes.
The feeling is often found after
A five-minute phone call to say “Goodnight,
I love you.”
And kissing the microphone to hang up.
COMING SOON TO A HEART NEAR YOU!
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
Coffee is wonderful for these reasons:
Coffee makes you laugh
Coffee makes you hyper
Coffee makes you smile
Coffee is good enough to have everyday
Coffee smells good
Coffee can make you nervous
Coffee give you the warm and fuzzies
Even when coffee is to strong or to weak, its still good..
Things I like about you:
Pretty much the same as Coffee
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
she said she loves me but
she’s a dream and
i was asleep.
i mistook the disease for
little lovelies for
warm and fuzzies for
cornfields with bumblebees.
i’m brought to my knees
from the silliest of things,
it’s easy to see something crazy
without empathy.
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
i feel you
bound to you like no other
i carry you around
attempt to shed you
as you are problematic
yet i remain emphatic
i feel you
feel your dormant heart
sense your fear
rage and desire
i’m not here
to be cute
make warm and fuzzies
dote on a man
or make cherry pies
i can’t be kept
or wed or bought with a prize
i’m here to wake you up inside
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
From that day on,
I never seen the warm-fuzzies on your face
All I can see is woe and wretch
And now, after the doomsday of resentness
There lies your genuine happiness
Which fulfill my heart with a great bliss..
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 6:50 AM UTC
Okay,
so the streets are mean out there,
out there in the jungle,
the only jungle you've ever known.
Street hustlers & pimps,
neon fuzzies
& sirens.
Motorino pizza.
No place like home,
okay.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
This is my friend Pearly ... He hangs out here next to where i sleep. but he doesn't get much sun, so today ... I took him out .. He was quite delighted .. i told him of it ... but he said "only for a bit and nodded ... then he said I'm Pearly the bear I like my sleep " ... ...
The next day Pearly wasnt in his cozy spot. i didnt think much of it till i saw a deep well with a hook. i walk'd up touched the rope .. pricky fuzzies.. Pearly what have you got going on here ? i pulled him up.. " its ***** down there". .. ...... he said "Hunting .. ... . Here you are" ................ then he handed me a bow .. and said "catch me a thick buck i can dig my teeth in" (His thick arm raised up) ........................... a long pause happened then he said ....... but take its life swiftly. I can't bare the feeling of pain.... then moments later he stopped me ... actually bring me a bed of flower peddles i must return to my lifes work ..
The following morning i came in whistling with a basket of luscious velvet smelling flowers ... finding Pearly sprawled out breathing amost natural way .. quite pleasant listening to breathing man connected to his creature self .. .........Pearly hello pearly good morn ....... .. greetings ....... then he said " I'll have nothing ..... .... then i said no bakey eggies? .. he didnt move . how about a short trip look around? .... . .. no reaction............... how bout a warm bath? .. .... nothing. ..... just him there staring at nothing ........... i could sit there and watch him stare at nothing for hours .. ... i sighed oh well i catch you later .. ..
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder if I’m mad or if it is a joke,
Because of all the love I get it makes me want to choke.
For it is so plentiful its hard to swallow in one bite,
But then I close my eyes and choke it down with all my might!
I can feel it slide through my throat and then it hits my belly,
Were I in my stomach right now, I’d have to wear giant love wellies.
The feeling I get starts at my heart then travels to my center,
The warm fuzzies were on attack again as soon as they did enter.
I start to get all tingly as this feeling travels through my body,
Warming every part, even my knees though they be shoddy.
It continues down thoughout my legs until it hits my toes,
Flushing out all my sorrows and everything that blows.
Then it starts back upwards, straight into my head,
It ***** up what I was thinking, filling me with you instead.
My brain gets all silly and can’t remember things,
Flooded with the thought of you and what our future brings.
The love that I feel back for you is more than sick and wrong,
‘Twould make a super strength ****** want to sing a heartfelt song.
I know it’s kinda early, and maybe I should guard my heart,
But I just cannot help myself, I want to give you every part.
I am blithe to share this love and get some back from you,
For I thought there was no hope and love to me had bid adieu.
So now I have to thank you for this gift you have given me,
For without it I’d be happy, but not as happy as could be.
Because when I take a look inside it makes me understand,
Before I had you and all this love my life was rather bland
Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 11:49 PM UTC
Grandma’s kitchen didn’t
have room for me.
There were no warm fuzzies,
honeyed memories, or even
a space at the table.
With her smothering, mothering
of my cousins I was an end of the line,
barely know your name, grandchild.
My arms never reached nor did my lips ask
for affection…Grandma didn’t have any urges
to spoil an apple outside the walls of her orchard.
Times were tough…I didn’t get a choice
to be angry or sad…I slipped into the slot
life made for me, and was taught my first
dandelion lesson of how to bloom in drought.
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 8:39 AM UTC
To new friends and family made this week:
Warm Fuzzies, crew time, RECORD HEAT!!
Time spent together: laughter, sweat, and tears,
A relationship to grow in future years.
Songs, prayer and fellowship abound,
Hugs, smiles, and joy all around!
The work completed a testament to:
The fact that, with God, all things we can do.
We seek you Lord; hide not from us your face,
And help us Lord to persevere as we each must run the race.
You have blessed us with many gifts indeed
Remind us You are there, in our every need.
Thank you for keeping us safe from harm
And in Your loving embrace please keep us warm!
We love You, thank You, and praise You Jesus Christ.
AMEN!
St. John Neumann and St. Marks ASP 2012
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
He stands as a pillar of stone
A guard
At the door
To the passage
To his heart
He made his mistakes
Once
He won't again
No
Never again
Love cost him dearly
Now anger
Costs him
Love
She sits on her bed
And cries
All alone
Because the man
That she loved
Threw her away
Treated her like trash
For a woman who is
Love cost her dearly
Now hate
Cost her
Love
They sit
On opposite
Sides of the room
They don't talk
If they did
They would just
Fight
Again
Both sure that they're right
They won't compromise
So stuck in their ways
They just
Won't
Budge
Love cost them dearly
Now apathy
Cost them
Love
Love is not the
Warm fuzzies
When you're with them
It's commitment
It's compassion
It's forgiveness
It's pushing through to the end
True love starts
When the warm fuzzies are gone
What's left
Is
Love
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
A colourful candy bar,
Giving her warm fuzzies,
An angelic face,
experiencing a heaven sent,
A devilish face nearby with a malicious grin,
Ribboning lust in his heart,
Stepping towards a room full of toys,
Winning the child with petrol soaked perks,
**** of the door clicked,
Curtains being dropped,
The laughters altered to screams,
As a new leaf is turned,
Rapacious hold on the wrists,
Making the angel to vociferate,
Filthy hands and animalism,
Staining an innocent soul,
Carnal thirst being satisfied,
By victimising a child by libido,
Walls of the room tainted with a secret,
Childhood squirming in the corner,
Star shell wishes turning into coal,
Angels mourning,
Dolls gulping their tears,
Teddy bear covering his eyes with dismay,
A bruised piece of flesh and blood,
Stabbed from pain,
Butterfly peeking from a window,
Loses the colours of its wings,
The earth trembles terrifically,
As the sky detaches a star ! ⭐️
~ Ayesha Nadeem
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
Things I like about coffee:
coffee is hot,
coffee is good enough to have everyday,
coffee smells good,
coffee makes you warm,
coffee also gives you fuzzies,
no matter if its weak or strong, its still good.
Things I like about you:
pretty much like coffee.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
Emotions crease onto another,
wrinkles in the heart—_broken_
But still in place; afterward I was stood
up by the door of your heart's place—_at first_
Enthusiastic; red cheeks of a child blushing
over cute callings. A blushing bride as it were;
under the wedding vale with teary eyes.
_I loved you still..._
Perfectly imperfect, your flaws are what
drove me crazy. For no definition was in them,
But they'd define a picture of your strength.
Every kiss leaving wet yearning lips, shaking
and scarred by our out of breaths.
_I loved you plenty..._
As with the little I could give; money, fame,
fortunes, & recognition from the public.
Only am I recognised by demoiselles, next to you.
For when we see what we could of had,
we'd seek it more than it gave us first attention.
_I loved you joyously..._
Beatitude; those warm fuzzies of being next
to you—thinking about you, longing for you,
waiting for you, crying for you, & praying for you.
I loved you darling...as still as the time
I must wait, plenty more than I can express.
Joyously in all my endeavours.
I could never stop myself, falling in love
with you again, again, & again.
I've fallen in love again.
Jun 30, 2022
Jun 30, 2022 at 1:06 PM UTC
Do you ever become an adult
and the little things get
drowned in the work,
the responsibility,
the fear
and you know that
again
you're burning out?
But then,
suddenly,
you
remember
nostalgia hits!
the warm fuzzies
drown the work,
the responsibility,
the fear
that one thing
it's back
you try
you try to hold on
in the middle of success
it fades
you know it's slipping out of your hands
out of reach
you know
it's gone
it was an illusion all along
you've grown up
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
I spiral happ’ly in,
I feel my flesh
dissolve to wet, to
gaseous mess
and flow flow flow
into the asterism
that is her extra latte French roast
Eye...
She asks, “What do you see?”
I see Himalayan diamond dust,
the wind as particle, sharing the
Sun in glints.
I see spiral arms and accretion discs.
I see stardust, moondust, lovedust
in great grand colorful interwebbings of
lust, of truth, of song, of delight, of Us.
I see RGB Grand Walls of stars;
organized in mind but cosmologically
principled.
I see the possibilities of galaxies -
Unformed
Adrift
Reaching
Cooling
Collecting
Heating
Sparking.
Life giving life.
Lifegiving, Life.
I see an unspoken Universe
of Dust -
Awake to Dance,
to dance to Life.
I see Love.
I see Beauty.
I see worlds not yet.
I see suns unshone.
I see comets unknown.
I see tidepools.
I see fields of fuzzies.
I see Seas.
I see mountains and valleys.
I see Forest.
I see Love.
I see her, and in her,
I see a world, a cosmos, a way;
a way I’d rather be.
A way I’d rather live.
I see Love.
I see her.
Through tears,
I see
the limitless warmth of an unlimited
Un iv er se
in her tawny toffee coffee
Eye.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
I sit now within a circle of friends
Sharing their stories of beginnings and ends
Of laughter and love, tears of joy and tears of pain
The sun being out and bearing the rain
We are a family forged by blood sweat and tears
We have seen each other grow and learn over the years
The warm fuzzies and hugs are some of the best
Long days and short nights, 7 days with little rest
Exhausted and beat down, but elated too
There is so much I learn from all of you
The care, love, and compassion that each of you extend
The friendships to strengthen and bond, not break but bend
I pray our fears be all relieved
Everyday I am shown miracles most might not believe
The hard work, motivation and grit is truly an inspiration to me
I pray that tonight each and every one of you can see
You have made a difference in my life tonight
The future is yours, you are all such brilliant lights
Light the world on fire, you are a spark
The smallest ray can illuminate the dark
Today you can say, "I made a difference for one"
And rejoice! For the day of the Lord has just begun!
I love you and thank you! God bless you all, everyone!
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 12:25 PM UTC
All night tears got my eyes swelled shut
Fuzzies stuck in the blood where I cut
I wanna say I hate but I don't
I wanna sleep all day but I won't
I wanna talk to you but I can't
Jus don't wanna hear u rant
Feel like I lost my best friend and the love of my life
How can one person deal with all this pain n strife
Feel like my life is in exile
But u won't c my pain only a smile.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 7:33 AM UTC
I’m still there.
I’m on your mustache.
I’m on your neck and shoulder.
I’m on your breath and
seeped into your lips.
I am present in your mind,
and you are here in mine.
So there isn’t really an absence,
is there?
I can still feel your laugh.
And your smile.
And the warm and fuzzies inside me.
I’m there inside you too.
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
fuzzies buzz
little benign
looking things
those fuzzies
nothing like bees
more like roaches
infesting the mind
they don't want out
simple things fuzzies
they dine on drive.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC