"hozier" poems
As Hozier says,
"Take me to church,"
Oh God, please do,
Place me inside that beautiful metal tube,
Gliding through blue skies,
Put me in an airplane,
So I can be renewed,
Please, don't leave me stranded here on the ground,
All I crave it to touch the clouds,
I'll sacrifice my entire being,
If I'm only allowed to fly.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
Should I hang with my friend who I haven't seen in a year or go meet this tinder girl?
Someone New - Hozier
I just can't put my finger on it.
something about her is goregous.
Baby Got Back - Jonathon Coulton
You're right. It's totally her ***
Ugly Faces - Watsky
Shh, spotify, be nice. It's not her fault.
Do Better - Say Anything
Okay okay, you're right. I'll bring her home.
All Time Low - Jon Bellion
Oh c'mon, She's not that bad...
Proove Me Wrong - Dub FX
Well like... her personality is pretty cute.
Some Girls Are Crazy - Echo Movement
I can't beleive I just had *** in my backseat.
Glad You Came - The Wanted
Yikes. All the girls dropped from this party. it's just gonna be me and my three dude friends.
*To Many ***** On The Dancefloor - Flight Of The Concords*
I completely agree. Should i go or just come up with a ****** excuse to leave?
*You Don't Have To Be A ********** - Flight Of The Concords*
You're right i'll leave. What should i tell them?
Working - I Fight Dragons
No i already told them i got the day off. That wouldn't work.
My Buddy's Back - Big D and The Kids Table
Oh perfect!
Sleepyhead - Passion Pit
Yeah I should go to bed.
Let me finish this poem first.
Go To Bed - Ookla The Mok
I'm stuck on this line.
What's a good word to describe Port Veritas? Like... one word?
Home - Phillip Phillips.
That's adorable... you're so right.
See You Again - Wiz Kahlifa
**** you spotify that was super uncalled for. Now i'm bummed out.
Get Over It - Ok Go
Dude. That's like super insensitive
Ungrateful - Streetlight Manifesto
No i'm not ungrateful. I love you, you just don't need to make me cry when i'm down in the dumps like that.
Lean Into The Fall - Mona
I guess you're right. Fine. Thank you.
All The Stars In Texas - Ludo
That's the nicest thing that anyones ever said to me. I like when you do that.
Like or Like Like - Miniature Tigers
Uhh, i guess like like. You're pretty much my favorite app.
R U Mine? - Arctic Monleys.
I think maybe you're moving a little fast spotify... i don't think I'm ready for that kind of commitment.
I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys
This is getting weird. I'm going to bed.
I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie
Okay no, seriously i'm turning you off.
Don't Unplug Me - All Caps.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
Open hand or closed fist would be fine
The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
"Her eyes and words are so icy."
Hozier's 'cherry wine' on loop,
and everything around me seems
so much beautiful.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 2:12 AM UTC
I often think about how and why our lives intersected
and how strange it was that we used to be nothing more
than two bright-eyed five-year-old kids
in the same kindergarten class over a decade ago
and how now we were lying down side-by-side listening to Hozier
through his beat-up headphones and stargazing in the back of someone’s pickup truck
and it’s strange how
neither of us had the courage to point out
the fact that there were no visible stars in the cloudy sky that night
because
that
didn’t
matter
all that mattered was the fact that for an eternity and a half,
I had felt more like a glass left half-empty and yet now I wished
that this moment would never end,
that we could just lie here in the freezing cold that burned my bones to the core
just because my head rested fine on his chest and that was enough
and I wonder why it’s so hard for me to open up to him
even though he unfolds himself for me,
opens up doors to his beautiful soul just so I am able to peek through
the cabinets where he stores all of his reasons to live, and
where he hides the parts of him that he would get rid of, if he had a choice
I want to tell him about the poetry I have found in the way he walks,
he talks,
he breathes, and
how staring into those ocean eyes makes me feel
like I’ve suddenly hit the bottom, permanently gasping for air,
but
I love it,
I love it,
I love it,
and as we stare up at the sky
in the back of an old pickup truck
by an old crumbling church,
my God, his voice matches the silent hum of the street lights,
burning in sync with our imaginary stars
and at this moment, I am no longer an almost-empty glass,
I am alive
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC
You find me.
In the church bells of a Hozier song,
the sheets that without you feel wrong,
you bind me.
.
You remind me,
of our sunny morning walks,
of our silly grinning talks,
when you find me.
.
You touch every thought,
my eternal leitmotif;
no such battle fought
as with you, my heart-thief.
.
And I want to write words,
tell you how strongly I yearn,
but my mind sees absurds:
so each letter I burn.
.
And I'm terrified, paralyzed with fear;
I dread your heart will cool,
that you won't love me, my dear -
that I've been but a fool.
.
Chasing dreams, all in vain,
as I wonder who warms your bed;
So far away, across the pain,
racing terrors in my head.
.
An ocean between us, worlds apart,
I crave desperately for your embrace.
Yet still I'm silent, intrepid heart -
a grave of sorrow, sans your grace.
.
Mar 30, 2024
Mar 30, 2024 at 5:18 AM UTC
‘Your voice,
I feel sedated whenever I hear
its dark caress
Yet it invigorates me enough
for it to be my work song
You took me from Eden
to the church that is
you
I entered its ancient confines-
to meet another you,
someone new
and Wilson you said:
*“Be my Jackie,
let’s steal a child from creation
for I don’t want to be alone
like real people do
who run into the woods somewhere ne'er to return to humanity"*
I wallowed in the heat of your
Auburn cathedral
and got seared by the heat of your *****
and I hear your voice
as sweet
as cherry wine
And as I hear the trickling of fire
I realized that it is the arsonist’s lullaby.‘
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 2:04 AM UTC
I fall in love just a little or little bit everyday with someone new...
-hozier
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC
the way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
balked
at the
lanky
droopy
long-haired
fingers flitting and tapping about on a guitar
opened his mouth
closed his eyes
and there galloped forth
a song of god
gawk
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 3:13 PM UTC
When I was a child, I heard voices
Some would sing and some would scream
You soon find you have few choices
I learned the voices died with me
When I was a child I'd sit for hours
Staring into open flames
Something in it had a power
Could barely tear my eyes away
All you have is your fire
And the place you need to reach
Don't you ever tame your demons
But always keep them on a leash
When I was 16 my senses fooled me
Thought gasoline was on my clothes
I knew that something would always rule me
I knew this sin was mine alone
All you have is your fire
And the place you need to reach
Don't you ever tame your demons
But always keep them on a leash
When I was a man I thought it ended
Well I knew loves perfect ache
But my peace has always depended
On all the ashes in my way
All you have is your fire
And the place you need to reach
Don't you ever tame your demons
But always keep them on a leash.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
and with the smoke in my lungs and his words flowing around me, I could feel the vibrations in my bones and I could hear the thumping of my heart as I sang along. What a beautiful day. What a beautiful life.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:55 PM UTC
Thoughts of you fill my head as Hozier and his melodies fill the air.
Maybe one day this music won't remind me of us.
Maybe one day the screen of my phone will not be tainted by the residue of your words.
One day, the spot where my head hits the pillow will be clear of the impression of you, and I will wake up refreshed.
The fog will be gone.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
she is gorgeous and lovely and so ridiculously good
she's a banjo playing on a front porch
she's cinnamon and sweetness and all things kind
old books and antique stores, pretty rocks
she's piles of bright fallen leaves on a cold autumn day
thrifted sweaters, men's jeans, and denim overalls
she's niche spotify playlists filled with hozier's love songs;
brushing hands with your crush and blushing hard
she's old letters and coffee stains and gifted knick-knacks
the pleasant chatter and laughter of a long drive
she's all things worth romanticizing
Nov 9, 2023
Nov 9, 2023 at 6:44 PM UTC
No masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 11:55 AM UTC
One day you will wake up
The bed will feel colder than usual
You will reach out your arms in hope to find someone
You won't
Lying in bed you will remember every girl you once claimed to love
And in that comes my part of the story
You will hear our whispered phone calls
The softness of them will weigh down on you
You will hear Hozier playing on repeat
It will resonate in your mind like hymn in an empty church
Suddenly you will remember the part where I stopped calling
And you stopped noticing
When dry messages became the norm, when you didn’t miss me
You remember the world conducting it's choir
It was so sweet
Like the "I love you was" reciprocated when you meant what you said
It was something that hung on a thin line
Unraveling of thread, it was always a risk
One day I know you will wake up
And think of me
And wonder if I am still asleep
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
I ran a couple feet behind her
I saw straight through her ponytail
On the other side, I saw curled hair and a ball gown
She wore flowers in it when she wasn't in gym class
I think it's strange that that was exciting
I'm supposed to like monster trucks and dirt
Dirt looked clean on her
I saw her walking her dog with no shoes on
I saw her twirling her baton in her driveway in a rainstorm
She lives on a busy road
Her sister just left home to become a lawyer
I know that she wants to leave, too
I saw her in the guidance office with packets from schools down south
And she's smart, too. She could be a doctor some day.
She's careful in the lab, and thorough, and-
I'm babbling
I sent her flowers with a Hozier lyric on the note
We met up to watch CSI
She was so human
Smiling as she puzzled at the killer
Pointing at the screen
I stayed to watch Jeopardy
She would have won if she had been on the show
She was the reality of the situation
She was genuine
She caught up to me and held my hand in the hall yesterday
I'm afraid to get attached to a dandelion
She's going to blow away someday
But I don't mind being her stem
Maybe I can weigh her down for awhile
Help her cope with being stationary
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 7:37 PM UTC
I'm gonna go see Hozier instead of watching you dance with him.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
I hate you
And I love you
And I hate myself for loving you
I ask about the best part of your day
And you answer with goodnight
We used to stay up for hours
You'd tell me stories
I'd laugh into the pillows
I got so stupidly happy the other day
Someone asked you
About your favorite song
Off of the Hozier CD
And you turned
Asked me what mine was
So ******* stupidly happy
For the moment
You cared what I thought
Because every time I ask you
To tell me about your day
Inbetween the words
Always that I care
Care for you in a maddening way
That you stopped
Must have stopped
Every time I ask
And your only answer is goodnight
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 1:28 AM UTC