Best Dozy Poems
A female gymnast in Romania
Sweet girl's name is Nadia
Went to a castle passed Brasov
A legendary castle, not of Romanov
Elegant and so cozy
To stay is nonchalant and dozy
Fictional character hailed once
People's world quivered more than once
Nadia kept coming back
In the said castle with a knack
Fell asleep one time waiting
In Bram Stoker's baiting
The night so dim in the scene
As a knight comes out with sheen
But the night crumbled with pangs
Nadia and the knight bitten with fangs
From the bed Nadia dropped on the floor, screaming
... a dream!
Categories:
dozy, death, dream, evil,
Form:
Vogon Poetry
Dozy Dick and his Magic Stick it comes to life at night
Takes him to a world of joy and pure delight
Transports him to a place he really wants to be
Of inner dreams and pleasure and every fantasy
With his magic stick Dick can travel far and wide
He can be all alone or have a beauty by his side
Dozy dipped his rigid stick and cast his magic spell
Where he dipped his magic stick he swears he'll never tell
Though the local witches coven each night with longing yearn
The sweet boys in fairyland also pray for his return
Dozy practices with his magic stick when he is in the bath
The most fun he's ever had yet he never laughs
He must by now be a fully-fledged master of his trade
Though as a result of all that practice, he wears a hearing aid.
Dozy waded into the sea when the water was quite choppy
His usually rampant magic stick became flexible and floppy
A myriad of baby mermaids now swim in the bay
Dozy and his magic stick must now undergo a test for DNA.
8th July 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
Categories:
dozy, fantasy, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
An English teacher named Rosie
Thought one of her pupils was dozy
He’d cribbed off the web
From a man in Zagreb
The language he’d used was too prosy!
In false glory he’d tried to bask
So Rosie she took him to task
She said it’s not neat
if you try and cheat -
when needing some help you should ask!
NB cheaters is an anagram of teachers!
Sadly this is based (with some poetic licence about Zagreb) on a true event in the school I worked at. The english teacher was fully aware of the capabilities of the student and it was blatantly obvious the work was not his and it was merely copied and printed off the internet ... he failed to get a mark
2/2/18
Categories:
dozy, humorous, school,
Form:
Limerick
In the magic kingdom Disney's pen he did draw
A slightly dozy tiger and a bear named winnie the poo
The Lion king and Simba who brought joy to all who saw .
Dumbo and his big ears amazed the world and flew.
and king Louie in the jungle, who wants to be like you.
and a kung fu fighting panda and a dragon warrior to boot.
the only downside is that thanks to you and me, theres only.
Tigers are nearly toast 3,200 left
20,000 lions roaming free
Asian elephant 35,000 not a big number as you can see
Sumatran orangutan 14,600 nice going cousins nearly wiped me out
Panda 1,964 that pretty black and white
If your another species beware the human race.
Categories:
dozy, animal, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I rest my chin upon her , I caress her neck
She responds with the music of the ages
Silky hair rubs across the smoothness of her belly
Her melodious voice Heard soaring in the wind
We are one Together , creating the music of LOVE
I stroke YOU and YOUR voice sings A Cappella
Together we are one and the Symphony continues
Strings tie the universe of mankind to the Heavens
Remember I told my music teacher I want to versify
As Strings of love, become strings of pleasure
Dozy-do, allemande left with a Kiss on the cheek
Its Ho-down party time, with a Stradivarius
Classical, an aria of down home Music, a Legacy
The same instrument singing two different Songs
In quite solitude she whispers the sounds of Love
Spirits lifted, in the Melody of Togetherness
Inspired by the Contest “ Sound Madness “ sponsored by
Nette Onclaud : my Instrument the “ Violin “ (Fiddle)
By HGARVEY DANIEL ESQUIRE
Categories:
dozy, love, thank you, music,
Form:
Free verse
(Answer to Claude McKay I shall return)
YOU shall not come again
You won’t come back
You shall not turn up, you shan’t
To chuckle and care for the ones you want to see
To wristwatch with wonder surprised eyes
For the dozy noontime shall be shadowy,
And you shall not see the way
The forest fires shall have eased off
And there shall be mere darkness, grey
Grey smoke drifting stagnantly
To the blackened grey sky without limit
You won’t reach your destination
Where many streams loiter without flowing
As huge boulders in it are embedded
Your dreams shall be unrealized
From afar ere you arrive
You shall hear the fiddle and fife
Of the village of your destination,
Eliding desponding delicious tunes
That stir to life the secreted depth of native life
Of a life of depression, nullity of life
Dull melodies of primitive, smart tunes that
Shall make you moan, this weak and vicious melodies
You shall not return, you shall not return
The pain in your heart, the soreness in your soul
Cannot be alleviated, you shall expire
Before you return your dreams unrealized
You shall not return again
Categories:
dozy, losslife,
Form:
Free verse
Oh Hypnos lord of all the lands of dream,
Whose slumb’rous breath weaves eyes with poppy leaf,
And whose sweet lullabies mortals relieve
Of throes, and shields them from the evil scheme
Of Phobetor who roams around the world at close of eve,
Oh Hypnos, phantom o’er each mossy cot,
Whose gentle, dreamy hands all place to rest
The cooing birds found snoozing in their nest
And all the goats upon the meads where not
A pallid moonbeam can descry, for all’s by night suppressed,
Or mortal denizens in cities, pent
Or gleaming fish found in the ocean’s deep,
Or cattle, waiting in the glens for sleep
To dawn upon their minds, and their souls send
Into Elysium until the morn shall night’s shoots reap,
And plant its gloried beams into the bare
And fill the lands with nec’trous, honeyed rays,
Come on us, god of sleep, unearthly grace
From out the shadows of your mystic lair,
And spread across our waking minds your thick, morphean haze.
How much I’ve agonized and yearned to gain
The lavender and eat such dozy bud,
And try to fall asleep, and ever nod
As I get lost and stray in dream’s domain,
But never have I had success for slumber I could not!
I roamed across the clouds of yester night
And round the meadows of the yesteryear,
But never can I my bright spirit steer
Into such sleep, and take upon my flight
Into deep slumber’s den, until, Hypnos you did appear,
And eased my mind and soul, and with your spells
Had quelled the raging passions of my heart,
And carefully had closed the draws to part,
Once you had done your deed and slowed the swells
Of my free spirit, and had my sore mind with slumbers barred…
© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov
Categories:
dozy,
Form:
Rhyme
Dozy with Cider
The tavern was quiet but for old farmer John,
when the Kings rider strode in demanding a bed,
He ordered his ale and sat next to the old sage,
“Where be all the villagers?” he said.
Farmer John took a sip from his tankard and smiled,
“What brings you to our village, good sire?”
The rider frowned, then with his head tucked down,
His eyebrows rose higher and higher!
“This village gives birth to babes every year
They, being born all on the same day!
And ‘tis known all about, folk here are healthy and strong
And everyone happy and gay!”
The old man grinned, wily,
“Aye sire, ‘tis true. Now, you fill my tankard to its peak,
Many a slip, twixt cup and lip
an’ i will give you the answers you seek.”
“On this day sire, when the season’s mists do rise
to the warmth of the September sun,
The young lads an’ lasses stand ready, in Jackson’s field,
their race of the day has begun.
They run to the orchard, climbing ladders high,
pickin’ apples to throw in to their sack.
Their young knees bending with the weight
of the fruit hanging, from their back.
When they’ve finished their task and the cart is full,
the sun is low in the sky,
An’ the Taverner welcomes ‘em with bread an’ cheese,
an’ their spirits are soaring high!
An’ they drink the fruits of their labour with glee,
then hand in hand, sleep they, in the hedgerows you see!
Every babe born the following year,
is born a healthy, happy mite,
For under those hedgerows, were created love, an’ a natural joy,
A Royal beginning, for girl an’ boy!
An’ the heart of this ritual, if the truth be told,
Is the liquid you drink now sire, our Autumn Gold!"
Categories:
dozy, birth, culture, drink, england,
Form:
Rhyme
A mosquito on my hand! I smiled at her
She evaded my eyes and dug deep into my skin
‘zrrrrrrrrrr’! Sipped my blood without fear
Again I smiled; rather I did grin
This time she looked with dozy eyes at me
Laughed aloud and tried to take off,
Stumbled a bit and fumbled her way to the
Nearby chair and managed to cough
She looked around as if she is unable
To see anything and moved precariously
Towards the cabinet at the corner wall
Looked at the files and left my room lazily
Few weeks later, during my evening stroll
Along the side of a drainage channel
I found that mosquito and called her
“I haven’t seen you for too long! Gone where?”
She looked aghast at me and after a long brood
Said, “By our mosquito-king’s decree
I never dared to come to your sinecure
The order said; never touch a Govt. servant’s blood”
Categories:
dozy, allegory, funny, satire,
Form:
Free verse
Basundia, a glittering wonder of untamed raw Nature,
The pastoral splendour that reflects Eden in miniature.
The claret lychee-yards that stoop, stoop, stoop, stoop
With its branches, bunches that loop, loop, loop loop.
Blonde body of jackfruits dazzles green luminescence
Of grass-wet field as if with the golden phosphorescence.
The abundance of fruits fills the air with a dozy scent
So that thirsty drunkards of Nature can drink affluent.
The fresh air enters into the heart instead of the lung
And captivates that inner core, ever-new, ever-young.
The enchantress Basundia with her wands of Beauty,
Drenches the eyes of beholder with nectar of divinity.
Categories:
dozy, nature, peace, places,
Form:
Pastoral
Stand Up witness your dream!
Where everything around,
Flowing into you
Stand up testify
How standing sleeping trees,
Dreamy in the murmurs air,
While swims in the beam
Of your ethereal soul!
Stand up and look at sea
While herds of the waves,
Creat in thy dozy heart
echo _ will never return.
Stand up and listen to poetry sighs
Weep, in the cave of darkest thought
For several hours,
Then flowing away
Through your serenity majestic
Stand Up and testify your dream
While ascends towards east.
As a dearly beam, wreathed by stars
Oh dreamer of god's light.
Categories:
dozy, dream,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Wear
thy breast
thin, now rest
thy cheeks rosy
upon my armored chest
smashing the headboard, tea cozy
Now we play ring around the rosary
In me embedded, stroking silk strands of my hair
Thoughts growing so hazy, day dream dozy
Your fiery eyes keep me toasty
now roaming kisses quest
our lips mosey
mounting crest
Last test
Bare
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This is a Diatelle.
Categories:
dozy, love, lust,
Form:
Alice in Unreality Land
Tweedle Dee was acting frivolously dumb,
Whilst Mock Turtle’s face sullen and glum.
Not unusually White Rabbit was late,
Alice grew large compressed in a gate.
Absent minded Dodo, helpful so polite,
Gryphon has wings but cannot take flight.
A Cat from Cheshire grinning ear to ear,
The Queen has a King, so kindly my dear.
Remover of Monsters our Lizard man Bill,
Caterpillar smokes Hookah with obstinate will.
March Hare so ridiculous, loudly insane,
Dozy Dormouse in Teapot doesn’t complain.
Unbirthday parties of a Hatter so mad,
Duchess is curious, neither good nor bad.
Lewis Carroll wrote a surreal world of confusion,
A curiosity tale filled of unreality and illusion.
Written 8.10.18
Categories:
dozy, character, confusion, nonsense, surreal,
Form:
Rhyme
Sniffs of cotton candy glide
Glistening like hairy sugar bombs
Through barns of dozy prized cows
Stinky squeaky piggies squeal off-key
While whirligig Ferris Wheels grind and spin
In the hum of the Tilt-A-Whirl and giddy voices
May 14, 2023
Bitesize Contest No. 64 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
dozy, celebration, feelings, happy,
Form:
Free verse
So, I’m the last survivor of a breed that ruled the world!
Brrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
I suppose we can’t complain though. Our innings was quite long.
Brrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
When I was just a nipper not long hatched from the egg,
Brrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold,
My dinosaurus granddad told us stories of an age,
When everything was beautiful and fair.
We had a democratic system,
We had judges stern but just.
No one knew what hunger was,
We just ate ferns and moss.
O happy salad days!
Brrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
I suppose we got too dozy in our leafy paradise
And didn’t see the rot was setting in.,
When a bad-egg dinosaurus by the name of Tyrannosaurus
Decided violent revolution was a more preferable solution
To the problems of the state than was steady evolution.
Brrrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
He taught that eating lettuce was a very foolish practice,
That eating meat was what we ought to do.
“In the case of scarcity, don’t think t a perversity
To eat a weaker brother. Let the weak go to the wall!
Brrrrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
The ensuing decimation with each succeeding generation
Of our species led in time to a general deterioration,
Then a cataclysmic annihilation until the time has come
That I’m the only one left to tell the tale.
Brrrrrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
Those frisky little suckers that constantly make fun of us
Doubtless think they’ll have it all their way – and so they may!
The sun denies to none of heydays at least one.
But after that? Brrrrrrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold!
Categories:
dozy, animal, earth, environment,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue