Best Cozy Up Poems

...Now I ain't without notoriety,
Fact is.. I'm an old stalker with a walker.
She was big in the Purple Hat Society
and broke her hip,...while playing soccer.

When I met her, she was on the mend,
and she knew.. what I was after...
and I said I'd catch her when...

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In the deep blue realms of sadness
Floats the madness of my soul
No happy childhood dreams to cling to
No cherished memories left to hold

A crippled smile hides the weary miles
And scars carved deep within my heart
Ive searched this world for better horizons
But it seems those aspirations...

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...Now I ain't without notoriety,
Fact is.. I'm an old stalker with a walker.
She was big in the Purple Hat Society
and broke her hip,...while playing soccer.

When I met her, she was on the mend,
and she knew.. what I was after...
and I said I'd catch her when...

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Into The Heart Of A Soulless Existence

Damn these flies! 
There must be a half dozen of them 
Buzzing around my tiny room here, 
Buzzing and humming spasmodically, 
Like tongue-less eunuchs 
In a locked church full of salivating sodomites! 
Flies are actually amazing creatures 
That probably...

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Wild are the spring flowers which win my heart 
wood violets blue, and those Johnnie jump-Up starts
waves of ajunta burgundy glow 
pierced with lost daffodils standing apart
a gourmands delight admired a la carte
'mong seas of forsythia fences are draped.

Bushes of fuzzywillows looking smart, 
cozy up...

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What a conundrum
By this, I mean the thought of
You
You tickle at my taste buds
Take me hostage, by death of sweet
Tooth
Can you even stand to blame me
When for so long, I've been
Lonely?

I hate to be such
A girl, but I miss the sense of
Touch
He used to sneak...

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It's three forty two
And I'm feeling blue.
Saw you yesterday
And can't sleep without you.

If you were here
I'd simply cozy up to you
Stroke your face and hair
And fall back to sleep.

It would be a worry free sleep
Because you'd be next to me.
You'd be warm and safe
And I'd...

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“Just when he thought he’d had all he could take,
April arrived like a careless mistake.” 

From DRIVING DIXIE DOWN by Anonymous Brown
Smithstonian Folkways Recordings catalogue # 317-704-1106

When something is broken, it’s no longer of any use
Once you’ve given up trying to fix it.
When April came,...

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#1
I go to sleep each night,
For the rest I prize,
And wake each morning,
To my great surprise.
I sip my coffee,
Or drink my tea,
And revel in the luck,
Of being me!
And then one morn,
As the sun grew hot,
The coffee percolated,
In the coffee pot,
Everyone else woke,
As was their lot,
But...

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It happens every year  

Filled with cheer  

A holiday when we get together  

But it was the weather  

Which made us stay in  

Bar stocked with vodka and gin  

As for the Champaigne  

Drinking to success, glitter, and...

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Could have seduced you in plain sight,
but I don’t like to kiss and tell;
Stay down-low if it’s substantial;
There’s a cloak around every night,
we can cozy up it’s alright;
Magnetic’s not intentional,
could have seduced;
If you stick around I just might 
do something nonconventional;
Admit it I’m sensational,
if your...

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A couple checked into a room
In some small town hotel.
They settled in but were disturbed
By some unpleasant smell.

They checked the bathroom – it was clean.
The closet was, as well;
But clearly there was something off – 
Just what, they couldn’t tell.

Before they turned the bedspread back,
To...

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I cozy up...
the covers tight against my neck
not wanting the cold to seep down further
into my already shaking being
somehow blinded by the fact
the chill was begun deep and long ago
unable to shake the icy beast...

Sleep eludes me...
the tired body and drooping eyes seem
no match for...

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Inside A ‘72 Econoline

This old green van has a musty smell to it,
Like a pair of sweaty rancid socks
Mixed with half-empty beer cans.
It’s a banged up thing, this ’72 Econoline.
Scratches and mysterious dents 
Cover its façade,
Like boils on a hairless mastodon.
A spare tire rests under...

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At Jimmy Carter’s funeral
A senator exclaimed
He saw Obama “kiss the ring”
Of He-Who-Can’t-Be-Named.

I watched the clips and verified
The two of them conversed.
It was a bit surprising, but
It didn’t seem coerced.

Most others kept their distance,
Which is what I would have done,
For I’m sure I couldn’t cozy up
To...

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