Best Coziness Poems
You have sent me your elegant portrait
Saying it will fill the void in my life
Not realizing that it will further frustrate
And cut my heart like a blade of knife
I tried to talk to it, it wouldn’t answer
I tried to kiss it; its lips were cold like ice
Ignoring my frailty and heart’s seeded cancer
Its locks unfurl nor roses of cheeks entice
Your colors it wears nor ravishing perfume
It neither cheers nor languishing heart console
My love! Was it so difficult to presume!
An image only wasn’t my craving’s goal
Can an image respond to an earnest embrace?
Can it feel ones fondness, ones caress
My kisses don’t change the color of face
On my chest it doesn’t spread its tress
Its eager fingers do not comb my hair
It doesn’t seek the coziness of my arms
It comforts my anguish nor my despair
It doesn’t heal my afflictions; it only harms
I am craving for you, my love, not an image
Bird of life may seek freedom from body’s cage
All curled up beneath my blanket
dreaming of tomorrows
Young enough and innocent
and free from fear or sorrows
Being in my little bed
when childhood was mine
the kitchen night light softly
broke the darkness with its shine
And adding to that coziness
that was embracing me
were the distant dulcet tones
of the living room t.v.
I laid there and I listened
and could hear my parents talking
I knew as long as they were there
no boogeyman was stalking
My bedroom door was open
just a wee bit every night
I could see the flashing glow
of the television's light
Bedtime was the time
where my imagination soared
Too busy slaying giants
you would never find me bored
And it was such a comfort
with my parents down the hall
They were always right there for me
if I felt a need to call
In all my life I never
felt so loved and so secure
as when I heard those family sounds
come through my bedroom door
So precious to my mom and dad
just as they were to me
Through all these years since they've been gone
they live inside of me
All curled up beneath my blanket
dreading my tomorrows
much older from world-weariness
and full of fear and sorrows
Now I lie in bed at night
alone and insecure
and listen to the silence
coming through my bedroom door
Written: October 15, 2023
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Hanging precariously on the landline pole,
The sun's beams dance, yet no heat console.
Akin to power wires in homes spread and sway,
But it seems friendly warmth has gone astray.
Sun rays are vanishing behind the fog cover,
Placing the world through a frost to discover.
Nonetheless, it still clings to the phone cable,
A sign of hope is when light and cheer are stable.
Phone broadband towers above the keen sky.
It manages the call akin to a coordinator of a tie.
Yet it feels empty without the rays of the sun.
A mystery gap, an unviable-to-cram void, began.
Our bones are gently dying as we sit in silence.
Warmth may induce a shift in people's reliance.
But the phone's broadband remains unmoved.
By embracing all our goals, we stay unimproved.
We dearth the sun to engulf us with its coziness.
To devote us comfort, we struggle for prosiness.
But forthwith, we're out in the cold, yearning.
For the radiation from the sun to start burning.
Acoustically, we fix our gaze on the phone wire,
Speculating around when it will uplift us higher.
Will it ever convey to us the warmth we desire?
Or will it ditch us eternally in this icy quagmire?
However, a hyperlink grows inside the wire.
A flickering ember of faith that will not tire.
So there is a secret power within the cord.
A convenient network that hinders the record
Each house, each heart, a node in this scheme,
An array of linkages where comfort can gleam.
And though the sun may not shine with its might,
Each of us is able to produce our proper light.
So let us sit quietly in the cold embrace.
And bear changes at our proper pace.
The phone, a device, or a wire may hang above
Yet it is up to us to descry the embrace of love.
Since my life started on earth, I've felt coziness.
You gave me your Infinite joy, vigor, and gladness
You surrender everything and raise your eagerness.
Everything infers that will ruin me of the richness.
Amid day and night, You pour me with your tenderness
My label gathers you with prompt expeditiousness.
At the point when you embrace me, I will fix my bitterness.
My spirit will limitless hold your adoration and kindness.
Your unbroken zeal and your life's aims were spotless.
If you banish, my everlasting love will be boundless.
I'm upset for the occasions I've driven you to sadness.
It is cruel to deny how your caregiving was bottomless.
I can't reestablish your affection's fine effectiveness.
Despite all my defects, your adoration for me was faultless.
I've understood that your affection for me is deathless.
Your adoration for eternal scopes offers me mindfulness.
I love you, Mom. My adoration for you is endless.
Written: June 03, 2021
AUTUMN AFTERNOON
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spice cake on the table
aroma wafts through the air
coziness, tranquility
cup of hot cocoa
warms hands
sipping comforts soul
world slows
gone is hurried pace
time takes reprise
sun hangs low
rays cascade down
golden orb sighs
trees stand tall
leaves ablaze
hues of crimson, amber, and brown
air is crisp
hint of chill
warmth in our embrace
meander along winding path
footfalls crunch fallen leaves
autumn’s scent fills the breeze
world goes by
colors change under the sky
autumn charms
revel in this scene
cherish autumn’s fleeting days
winter is on its way
Monday will be a momentous occasion
Going back to meet old friends
To where we spent eight glorious years
True friends right to the end
Well how fortunate can two people be
To have lived in this happy place
Where everyone knows you and says hello
With a happy smile on their face
A happy place called Utopia comes to mind
Which may seem a bit over the top
Down home coziness is a good description
It expresses this emotion nonstop
Circumstances forced us to leave our friends
An extremely sad time in our lives
To renew the bonds if for only a short while
Old friendships will be revived
© Jack Ellison 2015
Whichever does be the season, my soul feels always the earthly tremors
Why, always does it yearn for these bouts of divine fevers
See, spring does come and brings with it those newly budded flowers
Roses then blossom and say to me, already are you and the divine lovers!
Summer then shows its nose around the corner
And its warmth and coziness over my head do hover
Why, how lovely to feel the sunshine on my skin
How lovely indeed, to feel the cool sea water up to my chin
Autumn does come along and does be my favorite
Why, the cold air does give me, of my own melancholy, a good treat
Yearn I still for the strong arms of that celestial lover
Yearn I for Him and wish I he would just appear around the corner
And winter does come along, bringing with it, the runny noses and the coughs
Even if I do try, no more can i indulge in loud laughs
Warming me does be my poetry, my ode to my muse
My celestial love, the one to chill us all with this cold breeze
The seasons do come and go, each year they do repeat themselves
My life do I live, ignore I that I am human, taking myself to be like the elves
But then, my love does be constant, my love does be not seasonal
Yes, trod I my way through Earth, hoping someday to be among the celestial!
3 April 2016
Raindrops are falling
Wind whistles through the treetops
The heavens are opening
I feed the fire
Feeling a final comfort
Relieved that I arrived home
You strolled into view, then
Paused facing spot of solitude, of
Therapy and grace i always knew
I was only watching Sabbath's simmering sun, when
You stared intently, then climbed the mound I sat upon
Simmering before the Hudson River.
My bike and I had had our fill
Daylight warmth and Summer views had me lingering still, with
Books, snack, courteous breeze ...
Summer after Summer I'd known such tease
Was it "My Tribute" song you heard?
Spring rain does bring blossoming treats
You appeared stating this:
"I just thought I'd come to see why you look so happy."
You had no clue the New Year was yet new, when
I stood and watched not far from where I sat,
Red heart, blue star, yellow smile on helium balloons
Traversing wings of breeze with prayer I penned, and
In zenith of Summer, your presence I saw, like
Metamorphosis. You lingered and spoke as though you cared.
Soon, with ease you fulfilled promises, then the engagement.
I love the way you floated inside my mind
You ousted the Ex who had been unking
You showed me love spelled forever, and
Held me in splendor of your warmth that December
You made my coziness cozier,
You showed me true meaning of together
Now you're my Gulf breeze, strumming my chimes.
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At ease
I have acknowledged your ambiance for quite some interval,
Going thru the ups and dejected of courtship with you.
But something that has dire you,
Just wretched my soul,
And now my coziness with you has been meddled.
I know I’m not a flawless soul,
Or even calm to get along with;
But I attempt my preeminent to make you pleased.
My heart pains like someone just treaded on it,
And didn’t caution about how I may feel afterwards.
I love you very profoundly,
And know that there nothing on this God green earth I wouldn’t do for you ‘
But I am confounded by your actions of the propaganda.
I hope in your core you dearly attempt to fix this agony of mine,
Or this stronghold of love we have,
May tumble.
I do love and care for you ;
But I am not at ease.
I'm scared of these feelings that I have,
Because I'm finally past the point of being sad.
I'm ready to jump out window and fly,
Not looking back with you as my guy.
Hoping that I soar instead of hit the ground,
Because love is what I have found.
I'm ready to take this chance,
And show you true romance.
Being the only one you need,
To have love that goes deep.
I want to take away all your worries and fears,
Make all of the bad disappear.
I want to replace the loneliness,
With nothing but coziness.
Help you out along the way,
So you'd know your future will be okay.
I'm ready for something that's real,
Time for all the scars to heal.
Being your present and future girl,
Ride or die until the end of the world.
Being your other half to make a whole,
Making love that's out of control.
Being there for you every day,
Showing you that I'm here to stay.
Giving you all the things you deserve,
Because you have proven your worth.
Making you happy is all I want,
Becoming each others confidants.
Let me love you and show you that I care,
So your heart will no longer be in despair.
I want to be enough for you,
Because it's you that I choose.
No other person makes me feel the way you do,
I just want to share a life with you.
I want to make all your dreams come true,
Because I know all the pain you've been through.
I want to be apart of your love train,
Coming together creating our domain.
I want to give you love you've never had,
Because our bond makes us the perfect match.
Dedicated to the man I love
January 02, 2014
~The One and Only~
Before a baby's born
Before a fetus forms
The egg without a shell
Starts off as a single cell
Once the seeds are sown
And life begins to grow
Dividing in an ocean
Existence is set in motion
Cells split and clump together
Holding on with invisible tethers
Pulsating begins to start
As joining cells create the heart
Feeling the first thought
Of coziness and warmth
The distant sound of singing
A lullaby from the living
Sprouting little limbs
Pink fleshy little things
The light inside her womb
Prepares to leave its tomb
The canal opens wide
And everything's pushed outside
The gentle creeping wind
Crawls beneath the skin
The lungs gasp for breath
The air so cold and fresh
Vocals stir a cry
As alien colours amaze the eyes
Little person so fresh and new
So different from which you grew
Evolving from a small dividing device....
Behold the wonders of life!
The signs are all around me—
skies are suddenly gray-white,
and I smell snow is coming,
maybe on this very night…
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What is this ambiance of awe
when viewing those first flakes
swirling softly t’ward the earth—
a white blanket soon to make?
It’s not as tho’, these many years,
I’ve not witnessed this same scene—
snow piling high on field and trees,
and grass no longer green.
There is no explanation
for the pleasure I now feel
as I listen to this old house creak,
and think it no big deal.
The warmth and coziness inside
is multiplied ten-fold,
and I treasure it above those things
bought with purest gold.
Each flake serves such purpose
as it tumbles to the ground
covering seeds and crops to yield
while making nary a sound.
Protection from the temperatures
dipping way down low—
snow insulating ground from frost
spread liberally e’re it goes.
And I, like many others,
who endure long months of snow,
get weary of it later on
when it curtails where I go.
But oh, thru’ frosted window pane
reflecting fireplace glow,
it fills my heart with wonder,
as I welcome the first snow.
Tamara Hillman
©2011
Stuck in your box of ease
Fear holding you back from being free
Holding to comfort so you'll never fail
But this zone is starting to feel like a prison jail
So throw off the chains of easy
And mix up your routine
This life is all you'll live for
Make it somethin worth a mean
Stop being a wind up, just going through the day
Cause if your living a wind up, where will you wind up anyway
Live out your essence its too early to hit the sack
Life of coziness harvests nothing but a lack
So this worlds got a few bumps, but how else will you learn
A new experience awaits your every turn
So throw off the chains of easy
And mix up your routine
This life is all you'll live for
Make it somethin worth a mean
Stop being a wind up, just going through the day
Cause if your living a wind up, where will you wind up anyway
Scars are memories in a new form
Bruises are just knowledge being born
Sure burns may hurt for alittle bit
Chances are though youve learned from it
Tonight we change the clocks, which means
Tomorrow when I wake,
The world will look transparent
And will not appear opaque.
It’s nice to have some morning light
But not worth what we lose
And darkness in the afternoon
Is not what I would choose.
For shorter days just make me
Want to hurry up inside,
Cocooning in the coziness
That lamps and lights provide.
But that’s a paltry substitute
For sunshine and fresh air
And when the daylight lingers late
Indoors just can’t compare.
We can’t fight City Hall, they say,
So I’ll reset the time
But I can still complain and oh,
I love to kvetch in rhyme!