Best Faze Poems
The one I loved has left my heart broken he stands right there in my hands he says he loves me but his words seem hurt I’m lost in a daze it should of only been a faze or a haze why does this love hurt as I daze I think about you are you a true faze or is it part of my daze? I wish it was a reality and not this faze that’s part of my daze why must I go through this day after day can’t stop thinking about our first time how you told me you loved me and I said I loved you to was it true or do you think I was just a faze as time flew by the time we had together was the best part of our daze, faze, or haze which ever I’m glad it was you that I fell in love with thank you I’ll always love and treasure you forever in my fazed daze
No Faze
20/08/2018
This is not a passing faze,
Your in my heart,
Your here to stay.
Captured and in raptures,
My swollen heart always stirs.
When your sweet smile comes to mind,
All else becomes a blur.
The sunshine your face exudes,
Make your eyes sparkle like jewels.
That cheeky grin thats mesmerising,
When time arrives for fantasising.
Sweet soft face so tantalising,
I’m in adoration and idolising.
Your perfect chest,
Inside and out.
I must be blessed,
I have no doubt.
You dress to kill, and dance to thrill.
My eyes bug out, our drinks I spill.
Your confidence is sassy,
Each move you make is sexy.
Your the girl of my dreams,
My everything it seems.
I’ll love you in every way
Until my dying day.
I’ve one thing left to say,
I’m never going away.
I catch junk with a stick
Whip it like batter
Make it thick
Set it firm in an oven brick
A sleight-of-hand trick
Flipping a well-rehearsed schtick
Pulling it out of the fire quick
Cool…then plate with a crispy breadstick
Sink your teeth in…taste the kick
A feast of rhyme…a bold remix
Juicy lyrics on a drumstick
gazing toward eternity’s echoing faze
clouds torment in papier mache gloom
winds of destiny massage in propelling vibrations
trees and grasses disperse, adhering, dancing in rhythmic tune ............
the verdant verdure of the meadow sways,
like a seductive serenade, as i wander,
my footsteps lost in the gentle hum of nature,
the soft petals of the flower
a canvas for the ladybug's crimson kiss,
i pause, my hand closing around her tiny shell,
like a conqueror's grasp on the fleeting freedom
of her existence, and i ponder,
are we the masters, the dominus of this domain,
or are we but a plague, a pestilence,
infecting the very life force of the planet,
do the ladybugs tremble at our boot heels,
or do they laugh,
mocking our pretensions,
as we toil and struggle,
blind and self-deluded,
our grand illusions of control,
mere wisps on the wind,
fragile as the life of this tiny monarch,
does it matter,
in the grand symphony of existence,
if we are the virtuoso or the minor chord,
does it matter,
when the melody of life wraps around us,
a gentle whisper of mortality,
and the ladybug's tiny heart beats on,
oblivious to our social pretensions,
to our weighs of science and reason,
she knows, in her simple,
inscrutable way,
that she is a world unto herself,
and i, a clumsy giant, a stumbling pain,
trying to understand the difference
between our feeble hum and the song of the earth.
moments like this that show me light,
i smile, because who cares—?
life is given, by who doesn’t matter,
live it, be true,
or your wasting your breath.
daydreaming about nonsense.