Best Doze Off Poems
In moments of despondent spirits I turn to you,
the resplendent paradise of secret dreams anew.
The opalescent orchard orchestrates tender hopes,
like cuddling chrysanthemum my fading fear elopes.
Bursting bubbles of beguile blossoms sprinkle love,
frivolous faith nurtures nascent nest of white dove.
I find solace in sumptuous serenades through storms,
in symphony of mellowed streams, my anxiety reforms.
Intertwined petals of Cynthia and magnolia waltz,
undressing my weariness to dissolve draped faults.
Butterflies blissfully slip into alluring aurora,
a healing touch melts my heart in gleaming aura.
A sapphire gem dropped by the albatross as rain,
absorbs my tormented memories in nascent vervain.
The seeds of lavender mellows in whispers strum,
silk strings of your fir-kissed ensnaring soft hum.
How gracefully my soul dances behind velvet dew,
as Asteria and Aphrodite fuse their worlds anew.
In the vineyard of blushing lullabies in light,
my musk-soaked pages flip with snowflakes bright.
The oceans of my universe peek into a shore afar,
dripping in crevices of my sanctuary as your star.
I doze off to a euphony of embraced fingers in sleep,
this secret paradise, our eternal promise I'll keep.
August 17, 2020
Sanctuary Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place
Categories:
doze off, analogy, hope, music,
Form:
Couplet
On a spotty, sprinkled day, at the Plott's house on the block,
A squatty Uncle Scotty had sent a polka dotted, cuckoo clock!
The family said "That's handy!", and found a spot upon a shelf
For the dandy, new Swiss timepiece,...next to toddy mix and tea pots!
While Mommy Plott washed all her pots, Daddy Plott worked in the yard
The children, too, were caught worn out, after swatting flies so hard
By the twilight of the evening, they were worn, like pennies spent
Supping lentils, corn and pintos, ...then, up stairs they gladly went
Daddy Plott turned out the lights, falling, plop, right into bed
But bolted up with such a jolt!!...loud "CUCKOOS!!" hurt his head!!
The brand-new clock, made such a noise, his nerves hung by a thread !
That yoddling bird, that could be heard, might wake the neighborhood!
It popped out every hour, and the sour house would shake
With a hollering "CUCKOO' voice....with an awful racket made!
They covered it with pillows...and took it from the room
But the "CUCKOO-CUCKOO-CUCKOO" could be heard...from even the moon!!
They would just doze off, fall fast asleep, and think that it was done....
But when the hands said Next O'Clock......it would cluck out lots more fun!!
One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock...four....!!
The poor little bird, with his voice getting sore....
Saying 'cuckoo', ....'Cuckoo'......"CUCKOO!!!" again !!!
So Daddy took out the tick...........then he took out the tock
Then he defrocked little birdy.....so that he couldn't talk
Now it sits on a shelf.....in the house at the Plott's
Even the clock's little birdy.....can sleep like a rock!
Categories:
doze off, childrenhouse, house,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear Kitty, with small paws tucked underneath
your furry chest – I watch you slumbering.
Instinctively, your sweet eyes open wide
as I lean in to study eyes flecked gold
with oval slits. I watch you watching ME!
I wonder can you see me. Am I just
a shadow figure? Do you see me gray?
Or in this room with sunlight streaming in,
am I as vivid as the very hue
in which I’m viewing YOU, sweet pet of mine?
With me inside this room, you have no fear.
But when you dream, perhaps you wander plains
of ancient Egypt or of Africa,
and catching sight of me inside your dream,
you flee, to prowl through ghostly reeds where howls
of predators – coyotes, jackals, wolves -
are shattering the stillness of the night.
Do you then creep into a secret place
to later waken to an orb of gold
that shines above you as you run to play
with your cub companions, tumbling in the grass?
Then in the arid heat of afternoon,
do you lie down and tuck your lion paws
beneath your chest and doze off, dreaming of
a distant space much smaller where there looms
a strange new species? And among it there
is one who meets your needs by bringing you
strange food spooned from a can and also grooms
your coat and keeps you safe and someone who
most curiously, watches as you sleep!
12/20/16 for Broken Wing's Form B Poetry Contest
Categories:
doze off, cat,
Form:
Blank verse
I knew a cat once named Peaches. He was an all-black cat, but not one of those that could be described like a “shadow”, never be named Bagheera, never moved like a “black bolt” or even be described as “mysterious”. You’d never mistake him for a bad omen. He wouldn’t make a very good Halloween mascot either, the boy ran with wide-eye from vacuum cleaners and drooled in his sleep for God’s sake. Peaches had one eye. I never asked him how he lost it, or if he traded it for some extra lives or something. Frankly, I don’t even know if he remembered having two. He, with astounding two-eyed confidence, would size up the antique, conversation stained dining room table and leap up there, skewed depth perception and all, to fall six inches short of his goal. Never seemed to bother him though, two seconds later (eight seconds in cat years) he’d wiggle his butt and give it another go. Never letting one eye or wood tables or any of life’s other traditional inconveniences stop him. He could have written really great self-help books. Now that I’m thinking about it, Peaches taught me a lot about life. Most importantly, that the two o’clock sun was the best place to close your eye and doze off for an hour (four hours in cat years), drool a bit, and dream of a world without vacuums.
Categories:
doze off, cat, pets,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Emptiness seems paler,
Within the wind and the movements,
Echoes begin to creep in,
Without a beat, beyond the warnings,
The effervescence that once fueled my tools now sears my lungs,
Collecting old shadows I left to rest from once upon a time,
Colors are only a delicacy for monsters,
And the taints in my spine are drained by dementors,
Fallen for the light that seeps through the wooden blinds,
Convinced, maybe this time!
It’s only right,
The stars can be kind,
At times the sky speaks in tears,
While the storm strikes the pillars of my heart with fears,
Visions creating instruments out of casualties in my storms,
I wonder sometimes, how much combat is left in my bones,
Resist to insist for joy,
Yet every step feels like a bridge I destroy,
I’ve shown my skin and strengthened my pride,
My words have lost their loom through the valley of my tribe,
One day I hope I doze off and find some ease,
For I know, no limbs of mine can do what love can please.
Categories:
doze off, poetry, words,
Form:
Free verse
Join me while we doze off in a lavender field
Allow me to indulge in a few splashes of color
Hold these drips of yearned-for times in mind
to enter magical paradises with a simple slide.
and immerse yourself entirely in me
A teardrop slides and drips down your cheek
leaving a dead spot on your lips corner
The intense thrill of being in devotion.
soon we shall be overflowing with feeling
A hypnotic embrace of skin-on-skin
entwining and encircling one another
sharing a night of laughter and affection.
Written: May 10, 2023
Categories:
doze off, analogy, appreciation, character, cute
Form:
Free verse
KISMET
If ever the mind could decipher the mien of an intuited presence,
Would it insinuate that which is understood?
It is never a thing to perceive, that intuited presence that goes unseen.
Once it appears in audible form, it seems to grasp a shape from a line in the wall.
The figure rune becomes known.
It is like counting sheep to doze off.
The night air blows through the window.
You look beyond.
Your apprehension converts your thoughts.
Doom is the calamity of your psychic powers.
By God pulpits the sun,
Insofar as the moon is no longer disclosed.
****
In tribute of Josephine Louise Miles (June 11, 1911 – May 12, 1985) who was an American poet and literary critic and the first woman tenured in the English Department at the University of California, Berkeley.[1] She wrote over a dozen books of poetry and several works of criticism. I am inspired by her poem Dialogue.
Dialogue
Silence comes down the street to us in the shape
Of those three girls.
They are going to walk past us.
Dampen down
The big brag of our coffee morning.
Hush up
Our open mouths with their billions of words.
Quiet falls.
Now we come walking into this big silence
Heavy as doom,
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Psalmist Thumb!
Categories:
doze off, anxiety, imagery, imagination, senses,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
..they swirl in swarms across
the darkening
skyline,
spiralling round the huge tree
like a coiling
vine;
they snuggle tight for the
night at the
canopy,
lansijang birds of Bohol
doze off
serenely..
Categories:
doze off, nature
Form:
Tail-rhyme
Sounds of the day?
Children at play.
It's summertime.
The weather's fine.
I'm at home with
me and mine.
It's piano time.
I listen to wind chime.
Cars passing outside.
Bees in their beehive.
Pigeons cooing in trees.
Warm summer breeze.
Clink of ice in glass.
Hope this weather lasts.
Music wafting from inner room.
My favourite piano tune.
Doze off in summer seat.
Woken by sound of wing beat.
Butterfly has landed on my nose.
Daren't breathe I suppose.
Phone rings inside.
Daughter answers, I hide.
"Do not disturb" my imagined sign.
Rather just drink wine.
Fall asleep in the haze.
Next to field where goats graze.
Sound of their bleeting wakes me.
Kettle whistling, time for tea.
15/06/2016
Categories:
doze off, appreciation, nice, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
I Wanna End Me
It’s chill dawg. I’m just a savage. Gotta take that redpill homie. Two squared. Remember the illusion and have a giggle. No need to pout. It’s just a lil fun and games. Haha. Paint me like one of your Trojan horses. Why be sad that I’m returning home soon? Big bad voodoo daddy. Let me know. New Orleans. It’s likely that I’m a sociopath. But what would it matter? Chairs don’t sit, so why would I let the thought do so?
Mcguffins. Pilgrims. Plow rainbow serpentine. Turps. Wax on, doze off. I wanna kiss Billie Eilish. Her dead inside look matches my ensuite. Reckon she’d carry a lot of Bilbo baggage. As do thee unto mishaps. Perhaps. Hmm. Plausible. Ocean endeavours. Funny to think she’s younger than me. Origami. Murmur more peasant.
No board here. Rest easy mudblood. Whichever jumbo cup, always worth the diabeetus. Science, beach. Card master rates, deep down low. Don’t watch on acid. Reads palsy palms. Muster the leap of faith. Sow the famine field of bliss. Certified manga madness. Mango? Two for five dollars. Get like forty of em’. Fiddy bucks. Lez go. Who the hell are ya? I wanna know. Who do you think you are? Coming round here. Fancy pants.
Route 66 roadtwister? I don’t think so mister. Haha. Fly away. Debate the ways of the flying dutchman. Fly over yonder with thou stout in hand. Bound for the beasts riches in tires. Burnt rubber smells so good, not as good as keytamine. Tammy you little dinglebat. Rest easy little nymph. Driftking stands for doorokrats. Laundries. Coin? Denary. Tugboat the infestation. Retribution. Mortify. Grrrrr. That’s a growl. I don’t care. Zoo wee mumma. Throw that little Rat in a tub of acid. That’s nuts.
Categories:
doze off, cheer up, destiny, flying,
Form:
Free verse
the picture hangs in my study
it's gilded fame outshines everything in the room
I enjoy looking and reliving that day
remembering....
the grass was prickly beneath my hands
blue sky made life worth while
I gaze with thoughtful frown
at the old grey house.
why does it sit in my memory
what should I remember?
why does it shout at me
go...go far from here!
laying my head down on my arms
green grass prickling my nose
I doze off.....was living again in that old house
father angry I had broken his favourite pipe
was but 3 years old...remembering the anger
as he pushed me, slamming me against the wall
falling....falling into a deep chasm
awakening I can't move, body covered in bruises
legs no longer able to carry my body.
I am here crawling in the grass, can no longer walk
looking at my old family house
remembering.... remembering
penned 4 may 2016
picture used is by Andrew Wyeth. - Christina's World
Categories:
doze off, meaningful, memory,
Form:
Verse
Winter Night with my Dog.
Nestle in warmth with blankets abound on a late winter night.
With light from the flames of the fireplace flickering across the room.
Here with my dog cuddle by my side.
His eyes are closed with love and trust.
Outside my frosted window the wind blows gently in the cold night air.
The trees are bare and naked.
They stretch up into the dark gray sky, twisted, distorted strip bare of autumn leaves.
Replaced by a thin layer of snow.
Birds seek shelter as does night’s creatures large and small.
My focus soon turns to watching tiny snowflakes gently falling though the light that radiates from outside light fixture.
Then fade into the darkness of night, like ballerinas on stage.
Each snowflake dances and sparkles within a brief period of time.
As the night passes and the minutes seem endless, I began to doze off.
I place my head on my pillow, leaning over and giving my little furry friend a goodnight kiss and a gentle pat.
Shortly I will close my eyes comforted, by the warmth of my blanket and fireplace.
Enjoying these finale minutes of this late winter night.
And yet within the recess of my mind,
I Know that our time in life is short.
As we go through the journey of life. Like the tiny snowflakes that fall though the light this winter night.
Categories:
doze off, best friend, december, dog,
Form:
Free verse
Two days have passed and its not over
I'm still ravaged by my gory deed of inaction
Been praying to the gods asking mercy
To forgive me and grant me guts and to be swifter in action
I live in a country unsafe for women
Laws and its protectors are a dicy affair
Always frightened of getting trapped
In a horrific misadventure on the streets
Shocked and shaken up after watching a late night movie
A nerve wrecking, true story on honour killing
I took long to doze off only to wake up before I slept
Foggy and heavy in mind wondered what was happening
I could hear a girl shouting and a man yelling
Got out of my bed and tried to hear from where
The heart rending cries were coming much beyond midnight hour
I walked to the window but couldn't see through the thick creepers
Rushed to the lobby windows for a clearer view
Saw a young girl sitting on the road before the car in tears
Her husband -presumably with the authority he was using-
Angered and abusive was asking her to get into the car
She refused and kept pleading that her arm was broken
She refused to be seated and was given a tight slap
She was just howling that she was in pain as her arm was broken
A lady who I thought was her mother was foolishly consoling her
I wasn't sure if she was drunk after late Christmas celebrations
Or a regular victim of a suffering male chauvinistic abuser
Before I could wake up another neighbour she was shoved
Into the car and driven off and I couldn't see her mother anywhere
I'm guilt ridden that I didn't act quickly to save her
Keep wondering which house she belonged to
Has she been hospitalised or suffering more brutalities?
Now I'm stocked with helplines, I pray to the gods to make me quick in action
December 27, 2015
Contest: Deep and Dark
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Categories:
doze off, abuse, anger, confusion, cry,
Form:
Free verse
The Patient’s Lament
You're lying in your bed
Just trying to get some sleep
You've taken your medication
And you've counted endless sheep
The guy that shares the room with you
Snores so loud he wakes the dead
You can't go over to shake him
Cause you can't get out of bed
Finally when you just doze off
And sleep has come at last
They wake you for your sleeping pill
(Aren't hospitals just a blast!)
It's 7:00 am when you finally crash
And sleep has come your way
When an aide shouts "good morning
Here is your breakfast tray!"
Then they prop you up with pillows
So they can draw some blood
But they hit the mother vein
And it spurts out in a flood
They get you out of bed
So your blood doesn't clot
But you sit there all day long
Because someone just forgot!
The coffee's just not drinkable
The food...not fit for man or beast
At the price that you are paying
You expect a decent steak at least!
Then one day you're feeling better
And they get you out of bed
Then they rush you out the door
And give it to someone else instead
They say that you're no longer ill
You think it's just a plot
Then they hand you the bill
And you drop dead on the spot!
The moral of this story
Is never to be ill
If the hospital doesn't kill you
The final bill WILL!
Copyright©2000 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
For Tracie's Make Me Laugh contest.
Categories:
doze off, funny, day, sleep,
Form:
Light Verse
Hotel terraces art nouveau ironwork and interiors
Mother of pearl cufflinks painters actors musicians
Scooters racing around an antiquity filled Italian city
Mediterranean charm "How do you like your breakky?"
Feeling faint she lay on the comfortable chintz couch
And began to doze off to sleep...two cherubs red hair
Sea-green eyes turned up frecked nose sniffed air
Clove cigarettes perfume of sandalwood musk rose
Fresh strawberries slithered onto his awaiting lap
Beautifully chiselled shaven jawline elegantly poised
Handsome blue eyes dazzled like secret treasures
Categories:
doze off, friendship, love, people, places,
Form:
Rhyme