Best Drowsily Poems
Daybreak usually greets me when it ascends each day.
Yawning, I drowsily rise from the comfort of my bed
as the horizon glows with colors in resplendent array.
Dawn announces, "The warmth of Ra is on its way!"
Soon, over land and sea, aureate beams will spread.
Daybreak usually greets me when it ascends each day.
Sunrise shines on foxes in meadows where they play,
illuminating their coppery coats of orange and red
as the horizon glows with colors in resplendent array.
In shallows, sunlight dances with waves as they spray,
creating prisms in nuanced tones of variegated thread.
Daybreak usually greets me when it ascends each day.
It does not matter where I wander or aimlessly stray.
Mornings are idyllic once somber darkness is shed
as the horizon glows with colors in resplendent array.
How I'd dread a cause for the rooster's crowing delay.
What a folly if the moon continued her reign instead.
Daybreak usually greets me when it ascends each day,
as the horizon glows with colors in resplendent array.
August 11, 2022
First Person Villanelle Contest
Sponsored by L Milton Hankins
Categories:
drowsily, morning, sun,
Form:
Villanelle
A ruby-red sun slowly starts to sink;
its sanguine sunbeams coloring clouds pink.
And as a molten moon mirrors Sole's face,
its gilded beams begin to fall in place.
And as dusk's darkness drowsily descends,
a star-studded sky suddenly transcends.
And, wave wrinkled waters washing ashore
form frothy foam tops, the seagulls adore.
The beach sands are orange with crawling crab
that tides, tethered to the moon, cannot grab.
And a fog fashioned from droplets of mist
fosters faint feelings of just being kissed.
Now, night navigates through the tides of day,
inking indelible shadows that stay.
And as ebony engulfs everything,
charcoal clouds corral the moon in a ring.
Categories:
drowsily, 10th grade, beach, beautiful,
Form:
Alliteration
Negative comments won't hold me down
I won't be wearing it like a royal crown
It won't get rid of the divorce papers my dad received
When I heard about it, I felt myself in the inside grieve...will he ever be relieved?
That message was received at the wrong day and the wrong time
Drowsily, making rhyme after rhyme after rhyme time after time
I don't want the same for us -
This tragedy that has thrown us under the bus
Isn't my beloved mother aware
That God hates divorce?
Is my humble father ever going to be happy just a hair?
We can't move the carriage without the horse
How I hate unloving Satan with a passion?
He makes sin as eye-catching as fashion
Divorce will take us on another level of lament
Momma, I want you to feel regret and I want God to inspire you to repent
I still have hope in mind still
You know what? It's all in God's will
I'll let it be and stop acting like a pill
I need to literally take a sleeping pill to chill out
For sweet sleep isn't given to me tonight no doubt
Oh well, yeah, I fell pretty hard on my bottom
Now, I feel so numb and dumb and getting tasteless like gum
I can't put a finger on how shocked I am
This divorce process will make me a more lost lamb
I keep listening to music
Because it's awfully therapeutic
The hardships we encounter
Is all because of her...I'm sure...
Sorry for being a blame-placer
But I'm a hater of divorce too
My fine and dandy future's a mighty blur
Now that I see my dad blue
Categories:
drowsily, anger, bible, change, dad,
Form:
Rhyme
When we were young
Summer stretched
In brilliant splendor
As the last school bell tolled
We spilled forth from
School marm’s arms
And greeted freedom
In the jeweled waters
of beach and stream
With picnics, sunburns
And warm summer nights
In tents
Listening drowsily to the cicadas song
Categories:
drowsily, butterfly, youth,
Form:
Free verse
Smoke bellowed out the top
Of the trawler’s ships
As the merciless hunters loaded
Their harpoons with exploding tips
“There she blows,” a sailor shouted
It was a female whale that surfaced and spouted
The engines roared in hot pursuit
The Captain aiming ready to shoot
He shoots, it explodes, making a hole in her fin
She gasps her last breath as she can no longer swim
Her eyes expresses her agony and shock
Then close as she passes out and sinks like a rock
Divers plunge to secure their with ropes
But she is out of reach dashing their hopes
Then in the darkness she feels a thump
Again and a again under her she feels the bump
Her eyes open drowsily to see him struggling to push her up
A male dolphin she identifies when he swims close up
Endangering his own life he will not go up for air
She must breath first as he is overwhelmed with her despair
What seemed an eternity she finally surfaces and takes a breath
The he surfaces satisfied they both cheated death
He swims gently supporting her wounded fin
Til they reach the shore of an island call Baralin
The water is warm and shallow enough
For her to breath where the water’s not too rough
He swims out to sea where it’s warm in the south
And returns with plankton and kisses her transferring it from his to her mouth
Each time he does this, their feels grow strong
Of the love between a dolphin and a whale which will be remembered in loves folk song...
**For Elizabeth Wesley, Who wanted a poem of a dophin who falls in love with a
whale**
Categories:
drowsily, love, passionlove,
Form:
Rhyme
A little Girl’s Journey
A little girl’s day dream of her first train ride
A journey filled with laughter,
fun, comfort, and ease
Her heart does a small leap
With butterflies on daisies teasing her tummy
Excited with glee barely able to sleep
with thoughts on her mind
~
Does a big giant clock make the train run?
How about if it winds down and runs out of time,
do they have to rewind it again?
Does it get mad because it’s lost its pace
and bellows smoke out its stack?
Would I be able to feel the cool breeze
flow through the open window upon my face?
Will we be racing a cross-country
a hundred miles an hour
watching the trees wheeze by?
Do we get a glimpsed of livestock
and animals grazing in the countryside?
Can I give a friendly wave
and say hello to all the people?
~
She carries a basket of cheese,
cherries, cookies, and brownies
Waiting impatiently with each passing second
Drowsily she lays her head on a pillow
against the window adrift in sweet dreams
with her long beautiful wavy red hair
draped over her shoulder
Awaking to the echoes of people chattering,
The whistle and the screeching sounds
of the train coming to a halt arriving at the end
of her journey approximately at the right time
© 8/5/2015
Categories:
drowsily, fantasy, girl, journey,
Form:
Free verse
Sunbeams interact with dreams
at the shallow end of sleep.
And reality awakes;
if it isn't buried too deep.
Drowsily reaching over,
you half expect he'll be there.
But his pillow's all you find,
where his scent clings to the air.
His death brought grief to your door,
but your tears have mostly dried.
For it wasn't that long ago
that you laid in bed and cried.
You struggle with depression;
willing yourself to get up.
And clinging to normalcy;
you drink from a half-full cup.
You cage your raging anger;
whenever it barks and nips.
And peruse faded photos
that bring a smile to your lips.
Faith enters your grieving heart,
where hope slowly starts to grow.
And although it's gradual,
its effect begins to show.
Categories:
drowsily, angst, death, depression, faith,
Form:
Quatrain
Sleepless
Nights
Drifting
In and
Out
and
I realize
that
I've
Lost myself
Inside
This house
My
home
with
Glass walls
and
darkened windows
Ne'er letting the light in
Trying
to
find
an escape
and
In
This dreamlike
State
I
find myself walking
Through the halls
I once knew
My
feet
Throb from
the tingling sensation of
numbness that only
the
Cold Glass floor can bring
My
Nightdress
ghost like in appearence
flutters
in
the
wind
as
glacial temperatures
drop
and
My
breath
becoming visible
like tufts of
Clouds
Eerie
it seems
that no one can
hear my cries
and
the
walls
White
as
Angel Wings
Glow
in the Darkness of
the
midst of
this
confusion
And
TIME
SEEMS
To
Crawl
To
CRAWL
TO
CRAWL
Drowsily
I
continue
my
quest
Almost
Methodical
In my Deliberation
To
seek
out
the mythical creature
that once was
Laura
Amidst
the moment before I was.... something... something to behold
FULL
of
FEROCITY and LIFE
and Now
Shivering
in the dark of night
in
my neglicee
Spellbound
Searching
for who I have become
chasing
the bunny through the rabbit hole
peering around the corner
only
to
have
gotten
Lost
further
in
this maze
Glass Houses were meant to be brought down
Categories:
drowsily, confusion, fantasy, hope, introspection
Form:
Sitting on the beach of “Puri” beholden at the setting sun
Rose-colored globe dropping drowsily in fathom less ocean.
Felt every atom of the sand pulsating with divinity
Million years since depicting the milieu of sanctity.
Envisioned countless footprints of great master on the sand
who sojourned across the beach with manifestation beyond .
Indistinguishable metamorphosis of the boisterous ocean at then
While masters strolled over sand along with connoisseurs in union.
My body quivered with every tide battering the shore
Persevered the cosmic fragrance concocted in the murky air.
In front prevailed the featureless ocean vibrant in action
virulent mass of agile water bopping in tandem.
Amidst chorus of enticed pilgrims infused with the blustering sound
Listened a fragile voice reverberating from every dimension beyond.
“From time immemorial I encompass agony of billions who visited me
Inseminate their reminiscence with glee through my end less journey”
Note:
“Puri” – A sea beach in state of Orissa , India where the great masters have attained their salvation :
Categories:
drowsily, philosophy, , memorial,
Form:
ABC
Gold
ruptures
shining pearl,
splitting ashen
powdered nebula
languidly changing form.
Infused fuchsia wisps unfold
drowsily thread by thread trailing
athwart the resplendent crimson orb
seductively slipping into twilight.
Categories:
drowsily, nature,
Form:
Etheree
On a summer’s day,
Drowsily as I lay;
On my soft bed,
On an empty head;
Eating all the muffins away!
'Summer Laziness' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mohan Chutani
Written and Submitted on: 05/06/2020
Categories:
drowsily, fun, how i feel,
Form:
Limerick
The winter approaching,
Snow glistening,
The sound of wind so strong,
Midnight fuel burning,
My heart is so lonely.
Listening to unfriendly loud screams,
The snoring and friends’ bad dreams,
Very faint in my ear but close it seems,
As silence creeps in and cover my dizziness,
My heart is so lonely,
I cover my breath in loneliness,
Staring at my emptiness,
As nothing in my mind happens,
My frustration leads to sleeplessness,
My heart is so lonely.
My thought overpowers the frustrations,
I get out of the bed to change my thoughts,
Late night shows and books in my hands,
The words just blur past my eyes,
But my heart is still lonely.
My exhaustion seeps in and I see strange things,
I ran back to my bed cuddling my pillows,
Rational thoughts run in my jumbled memories,
As I recall the best ever moments in our lives,
Drowsily I sleep off with soothing whispers,
Although I am lonely at night.
Categories:
drowsily, imagination, loneliness, lonely,
Form:
Romanticism
poesie slumbers
quietly breathing
swathed in white noise
deep in reverie
poesie trances
in an English garden
picture windows
take after an Anglian sky
poesie rolls over
on freshly cut grass
hedged in by Japanese Quince
the color of wild things waking
poesie sighs deeply
someone's pestering
a spiny shrub grows taller
a pond furthermore darkens
poesie tosses and turns
throws back the covers
lavender makes its entrance
into a parasoled cottage
poesie shivers
someone's cuddling
icy rain babbles against the leadlights
like a lot of raucous stones
poesie comforts
between loud mirth
and crushing sadness
fluffy visions inquire
poesie is awoken
drowsily recalling
a dream of a nightmare
a downy rousing to alertness
poesie rubs her eyes
yawns an aspiration
and utters a fact
the dream's gone too fast.
Categories:
drowsily, allusion, dream, garden,
Form:
Free verse
Dreams of a distant past
Dance in the dungeon of my heart
Driving me to drop my daily duties
And to dare wonder
At how shall it be
When,
Breathless, I shall be in your gaze
Trying to look as neutral
As would be a statue
In the midst of a storm!
Shall the winds blow the frail grip
That I hold on reality away?
Or shall the waters leave the river bed
And drag me to the ocean’s depths?
Or,
Shall the skies start twinkling
In broad daylight
Too ecstatic at the thought
That at last,
Their will is being abided to?
Dreams of a distant past
Dance drowsily in my heart,
Bidding slumber and its heaviness
To fly away from the branches
Of my poetry house
And thereby leaving me
Cold and numb,
Wondering always
At what shall be the outcome
Of those few exchanged words
That we owe to each other?
21st April 2021
Categories:
drowsily, love,
Form:
Free verse
living in this house gets weird in the winter,
we just live here now, the two of us, me and babby.
well, I guess it’s not just us, always sleeping is the cat.
whenever it gets a little gloomy outside we get out the split peas
something feels so wrong about making soup in the light.
whenever i ask if she needs help cooking she lets out a laugh
god, how warm i feel when i hear her laugh,
her smile and the soup makes a summer day in winter.
in our kitchen our landlord put up a light
that is absolutely horrendous and red. “i hate that light, babby”
“yeah, i know. but it does give a nice red hue to the split peas.
they look like blood clots” she laughed and that woke the cat.
stretching her black and white body, complaining, the cat
meows. drowsily, she almost falls out of her chair and i laugh.
“i thought cats were smart, but Eloise is dumb as those split peas”
“don’t be mean!” she scolds. i shut up at look at the winter
through the window. “it’s snowing, babby!”
i tell her. it’s coming down softly. “well the snow’s light
“and you know it’ll never stick if it’s that light.”
she’s such a realist. so instead i go ask the cat.
“i need the real news from you Eloise. babby
says the snow won’t stick. will it?” from the kitchen i hear her laugh
the cat meows and i smile. “she says it’s gonna be a white winter!”
“she’s just telling you so you give her a treat. these split peas
are too small. what is even the point of split peas?
peas are small enough.” she turns around to find the light
switch. she turns the blood clot light off. “winter
is harsh enough without that stupid red light. the cat
hates it too. i think it makes her mad like a bull.” i laugh
and think about Eloise charging up and sprinting at babby.
“do you think you’d be a good matador, babby?”
i ask but i think i know the answer. it’s no. the split peas
are really boiling now. “i’d be the best” and a little laugh
escapes. she knows she’d be bad too. i turn the light
back on. “turn it off” “one sec, i wanna see if the cat
would really charge us.” what’s not to love about winter?
each day inside we laugh. myself, the cat and babby.
the gloomy days of winter, stepping on spilt split peas
in the blood clot light, attacked by the charging cat
Categories:
drowsily, cat, food, love, seasons,
Form:
Sestina