"zzzz" poems
Sorry to...
Hit yo noes
like a brick of green
Like the grass that grow
nourished by the Celtic saints that know
Man tell a lie better make it true
if you don’t, then what do I make of you?
Now Wonder Woman
no wonder were human
bringing Brooklyn
some thunder hoodlum
My baited brown eyes look up and down you
Mile marker .66
and I’m still hitting this
crisp as a chrysalis
you may be the eyewitness
of my fist to this
more like the wittiness
of my pen tip dipped in ambergris
I get around you get the gist
healing hands I mend the cyst
with broken hands I gripped the rich
don't understand
don't worry
like Krishna I persist
zzzz Slept on like
The buzz of viciousness
**** the violence
turn the red to VIOLET
just look right through my eyes slit
Now and then
divine feminine deigned
to grace my face again
turned fake eyes to grin
false pride, double subs, and sin.
Complete appreciation, genuflected form reflected in
this fertile goddeSS
who puts the seeds in season
She see through SnakeS and reedS when
She based in wiSdom
reaSon
designed to take the basest race
from darkest depths to airs of divine space
till we’re flushed with grace
some are hushed by my ace in the whole
I'm a S33ker throwing axes
but YOU better only call me
an axehole
when
I
mis
s
.
***** simple as this.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 12:22 AM UTC
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Bored
still keen for that sandwhich, hopefully it isnt soggy
wait what if it is
****
thats my only food
zzzz
keen for a sleep
or maybe xbox i dunno
lol
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
Lazy is
As lazy does
Zzzz..
You were speaking, did I nod off...
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
Always
Be
Careful
Don't
Ever
Fall from
Great
Heights
It
Just might
**** you
Literally
Make
No mistakes
Only smile
Please, it's
Quite hard in
Reality but
So easy
To say
Usually people
Very quickly
Withdraw
X marks the spot
You'll see, they'll soon just sleep
Zzzzz
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
abcd
efg
hi jk
lmnop
qrs tuv
w x y
zzzzzzz zzzz zzzzz
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
hey - do you ha, ha?
I know many of you
fall in love
and make love
and do pa pa and ma ma -
but hey, do you ha, ha?
and there’s that crazy woman
who thinks she’s a Lady
and she goes ga, ga;
and some men in black
who go nuts
and go rat-a-tat
but dump them, forget them
and think about you -
well, just how often do you ha, ha
and *he, he, ha, ha,
a ** ** ** and a ha, ha, ha
and la, la, di, di, da, da
and *tra la la la and ha, ha, ha, ha,
he he he hoo hoo ha ha ha?*
you have some animals
go moo moo
some go baa baa
and some busy with zzzz…zzzz…zzzz…
some creatures might make sa sa sa
or ssss…ssss...ssss….
and you yourself may
go la, la, or tchk! tchk! tchk!
or you might go vroom! vroom! vroom!
but do you - honestly, do you ha, ha?
well, just how often do you ha, ha
and he, he, ha, ha,
a ** ** ** and a ha, ha, ha*
and la, la, di, di, da, da
and *tra la la la and ha, ha, ha, ha,
he he he hoo hoo ha ha ha?*
so - do you ha, ha?
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 10:28 PM UTC
I sit down in tweak town
To jot down a new noun,
A nice verb, a poetic sound,
But all that comes out
Is blah blahs, and doubt.
There’s not enough coffee,
To help satisfy me,
As long as I compare myself,
To everybody else.
So here in caffeine city,
The poetry is witty.
Every verse excites me.
Every line invites me,
To be better.
Speed is my muse,
As long as I let her.
A nicotine lozenge,
Four milligram a piece,
Helps me stay awake,
Until, I am allowed to sleep;
Helps me to stay alert,
Helps me write this verse,
But in the end
The zzzz will hit me worse.
I guess, I should have just gone to bed
Instead.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
1am and the sun aint up
my writings gone and my head is stuffed
Mind is empty yet full of nothing
what with me!! yes eyes a puffing
The dead of the night feels so into me
all is quiet with nothing to see
the eerie silence creeps around as ants sound their armies chant
spiders wake and pace the floor
webs all spun for dinners door
2am and still I'm here
coffee's on awakens clear
still its racing all inside
madness calling ...all is fine
behind me a chair creaks its night time call
In house ghost welcomes all
sounds from above as sleep takes over
snores and wheezes battle Stevens
yet still near dawn I am awake
sounds of silence not for all
3am its snack eat time
snips of sugar dunked like wine
3 cup gone and I'm still buzzing
body calling sleep not coming
Birds now join my early day
different meanings all the same
songs in progress sounds so sweet
that'll stop me from a sleep
Yet the world awakes another morning
a life begun a day a dawning
Apr 28, 2012
Apr 28, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
I write better as a broken vessel
Spilling over my own inadequacies tumbling through the what ifs
And how comes, getting lukewarm and numb
Over the disenchantments of life and slowly
Switching sides and catching rides
To where its dark and admitting in quietly ushered
Murmurs that it’s left its mark. Stronger than a water,
Hesitant to admit while I reminisce over brands
That’s burnt delicate lines in the skin on my hands,
Reminding me of my past while I build my future,
Grasping at shadows and stacking over the quivering edge
Of all the things I have left unsaid,piled high to seal tightly
With all the promises I kept, made columns out of those I loved
Then fell apart at there loss, when they left I wept, swept
Nice and clean by the words I said but didn't mean.
I live better tearing at the seems,
With screams gushing over while words bubble and steam.
I hoped a lot harder when I still believed in dreams and .
I hold up more rubble when I’m sensing something shifting
When I know I’m in trouble, and there’s no reason
To hold spasmodic thoughts hostage for a chance
At remaining on course, reasonable and on topic,
You can’t be expected to stop it if you don’t want it,
Plus I’m a better writer when the stakes are higher,
And my heart is racing keeping pace with the keys I press
Relieving stress in the small space between shift keys,
Nothing like poetic word ***** to put you at ease,
I just pray the release provides me the relief that I need
to close the windows to my soul and cling to some sleep.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 12:45 AM UTC
*night night
sleep tight
everything's going to be alright
dream until the morning's light
adieu
my friend
good night*
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 10:38 AM UTC
Good morning all my friends have retired
Hello I am running out of things to do to forget that they have all made better plans and that I am not to be included
Good day to you to, zzz I am falling asleep sir
I am feeling my mind deteriorate from a lack of sufficient socialization
Zzzz I am falling asleep again because I don't want to think about it
Zzzzz I keep dreaming about you dearie why'd you go again
I am running out of things to distract myself with; who cares about diction when you don't have any body to spill out beautiful words to
My love, I'm getting close to substance abuse
My love, I'm afraid of trying it I am afraid of artificially feeling like I did before
I am still confused; you are not; I am missing out on something
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
Eyes heavy
Mind dull
Body weary
Weak sure
Bed comfy
Pillow fluffy
Sleep now
Good... zzzz.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
I can feel the blackness coming
My Christmas ghost of past
Fake smiles all gone
I had it
No laughter
Gone the blast
No presents for a tree not cut
Or dinner for no guests
A lonely morning wakes for me
Just like it
All the rest
I wonder could I be more down
Would money make me laugh
Baa humbug to the happy crowd
A bottle comes
My drowning friend
And in my haze I call my mind
From times so long in past
When we all sat and laughed a lot
sang hymns from long ago
When we all wrote how good we'd been
The sack lay at our beds
The opening of the 4am
Woke parents from those zzzz's
This Christmas day my head all high
On smells from dinners feast
A place so full of papers ripped
No carpet at our feet
When grandad came with so much more we wooed
At grandmas smile
A time when all the family called
That was my Christmas smile
Now here I lay in bed I stay
My head been on the rocks
The house is
cold
All lonely now
The candles fizzed away
No cards just
dust
My memories
bust
It's just another day
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:18 AM UTC
I sat on the lonely castle, preparing a feast
I sat on the bed, dreaming of the beast
I sat on the chair, eating my feast
I saw Vikings fighting each other.
Zzzz I went as I fell asleep
Early in the morning I took my tablet
Now, I wait in peace⭐️
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 5:48 AM UTC
I don't know why
Counting sheep,... 1, 2, 3
That doesn't work, try the Art of Zen
I can't draw with a Pen, not sure why I thought I could be an Artist of Zen
Back to counting Sheep,... 8,9,10
That doesn't work yet again
Got myself a new fangled watch that tracks your sleep
Tells me last night I slept 8hrs, 5 light and 3 deep
Tonight I'm going to turn out my phone at half past nine, run a bath, meditate maybe even drink some wine
I'll do anything legal to catch those zzzz's
They won't beat me He! He! He!
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 1:33 AM UTC
apparently, I have given you reason
beyond reason to never
call or speak to me again.
did I break your heart for-
ever more? leave you naked on the
floor? all that you once trusted in me is
gone. but
he has somehow warmed your heart, so
it must not have been taken from all lovers,
just away from me. a
kid, that's what I hear, and how
lovely she
must be, for you to
never mention her to me.
or maybe we were just kids ourselves? too
pure to be cruel, and to dumb to keep
quiet. and I
really
should stop
trying to understand the past. to
understand what always will be
very vague. I hope our memories
will leave you peaceful. buy your girl a
xylophone and move on. I'm sure
you could use the sleep.
zzzz...
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 8:15 AM UTC
I sit down in tweak town
To jot down a new noun,
A nice verb, a poetic sound,
But all that comes out
Is blah blahs, and doubt.
There’s not enough coffee,
To help satisfy me,
As long as I compare myself,
To everybody else.
So here in caffeine city,
The poetry is witty.
Every verse excites me.
Ever line invites me,
To be better.
Speed is my muse,
As long as I let her.
A nicotine lozenge,
Four milligram a piece,
Helps me stay awake,
Until, I am allowed to sleep;
Helps me to stay alert,
Helps me write this verse,
But in the end
The zzzz will hit me worse.
I guess, I should have just gone to bed
Instead.
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
They may say there is no God
Proof
My friend asked
I said
Thats the queen i bet if u run her over she dies...
I bet him 10 million $
Im not from here
I owe him 10 mill
He ran her over
The queen died
Pray for my sins
Giant land is manhattan
Safety when i sleep
Heaven gates
Please accept me
I begun something no compare
I might die right now
They want me gone....
Oct 29, 2023
Oct 29, 2023 at 1:48 AM UTC
How epic my world would be,
if effects POP out of nowhere, where everyone can see.
Every sight can be heard,
and every sound can be seen,
you can see your imagination, if you know what I mean.
Making faces to look silly
for others and you personally,
not that it shouldn't always be taken seriously.
Where simple actions are super-exaggerated
, from cartoons, comics, all well-executed.
Doesn't it sound fun, or am I deluded?
Sure it seems childish in the eyes of the serious,
immature, chaotic, even preposterous.
But would you, let's say,
trade your mundane moments for at least a day,
to add your world some color in the most epic and exciting way?
:D
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
First there is this:
sentience
echoes of a pounding heart
un-asked for dread
looking to the sky for answers
one ear to the ground
a natural alliance
in intangible connections.
The amethyst beneath
distressed wood
and chipping paint
stubborn in its design
Buddhist expressions
listening for enlightenment
the package of unity
found on this door step
inexplicably
dissolves everything
into itself
Then the words:
your voice sinks deep
like gravity as it applies to heat
and then a skipped space
and:
walking that line
where the crack in the sidewalk
nurtures your vibe
must have been something
we were talking about
whatever day it was. . .
Hidden designs lodged into our psyche
Others may have seen it before
we did but it's hard to say
and then:
I give you my voice
and we tiptoe around what can't be said.
You watch me turn this into a dance
& sigh reminiscent
And I talk lullabies in hillbilly drawl.
Conversations long to stretch themselves thin
Patience.. We pass each other
shift-work.
Stories and thoughts become play time
I take over and you catch some zzzz's.
How can this be?
and How can it not?
final thoughts.. for tonight at least
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC
Age, who needs it,
Rage, who feeds it,
Sage, wisdom or
seasoning which is it,
Cage, who has the key?
My mind is still sharp, have we met,
I'm blind, can you agree with me yet,
I am so far behind, I think; you bet,
I am leading the pack.
Life is a grind, espresso or coarsest?
I drink coffee, started when I was thirty-nine,
I don't smoke, I guess I'll (hack)be mighty fine
I starting working out again, to slow the decline,
I would stand up for what's right, if'n I had a spine,
At the end of the day, I will lay and read as I recline...zzzz
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
I Might
You Might
We Might
He Might
She Might
They Might
Everyone Might
Call Zzzz
Dissappear You
Them
Everyone
Dissappear
Another Round
I Might Die
But
We All Might Die 2
By My Might
The Write
Our Rights
Everyone Might
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 5:40 PM UTC