Best Fuzziness Poems
mother’s love
voice as smooth as velvet
touch lighter than that
empathy that envelops people
wrapping them up in warm fuzziness
she has the style of the angels
listening without interrupting
saying the right things without directing
waiting for you to make up your own mind
letting you talk, without suggestions
cuddling you with her warm brown eyes,
she has the style of few who walk the earth
Categories:
fuzziness, mother,
Form:
Free verse
Her feet haven't danced across the meadow
Nodules prevent dancing and walking is strenuous
Mental fuzziness skews the facts
His smile is a fresh memory etched like a tattoo
Nodules prevent dancing and walking is strenuous
Memories warm her heart and nights
His smile is a fresh memory etched like a tattoo
Laughter was common in their youth
Memories warm her heart and nights
Mental fuzziness skews the facts
Laughter was common in their youth
Her feet haven't danced across the meadow
Pantoum for the tragedy contest
autobiographical
Missed the contest!!
Categories:
fuzziness, life, lossheart, memory, heart,
Form:
Pantoum
Emotions up and down,
spinning out of control,
light headedness,
fuzziness,
all of a dither,
my mind can't deliver,
such emotive thoughts.
Try to shut away in a box in my head,
they are not in charge of me,
I am in charge of them,
keeping busy is the answer,
for a mediocre happy ever after,
pretty thoughts of a life after,
but for now, living for the day I can live the life i'm after.
Categories:
fuzziness, hope, life,
Form:
Ballad
I grew up in Bath in the nineteen nineties
wearing short shorts over tighty whities,
while Bath were champions of English Rugby,
a beautiful city farfetched from ugly.
We played on Stilts and had Yo-Yo's,
skateboards with logo's,
Tamagotchi's, Slinkys and Pogo Sticks,
a string tied to sticks for Diablo tricks.
A lot wobbled, we played Wall Ball,
Smarties packets caused trouble.
Political Correctness didn't exist yet,
we wore Reebok, Fila or Hi-Tec.
We had Roller Skates, later Roller Blades,
out on the concrete in the streets we played,
as there were always lots of parking spaces,
space we used for running races.
We played Bulldogs Charge on repeat,
never stopping for the rain or sleet.
We played Wembley, or Heads, Volleys and Beats,
playing in the street our daily treat.
We played Kirby because kirbs were free,
40 40 in, also called Alien,
front gardens were a great WWF ring,
or we'd hit tennis balls tied to string.
Jumpers for goalposts,
or one and a lamppost,
cheated as we'd peek
playing Hide And Seek.
We played Knock Knock Ginger with its hiding,
or we'd get out our bikes and go riding.
We went Garden Hopping, never stopping,
played in the dark after the suns dropping.
We had Master Systems, Mega Drives or Nintendo's,
but were not reliant on technology inside,
we built Lego stadiums, played Subbuteo,
we collected sticker books, Pog's and trading cards with pride.
There was a fuzziness to Radio and TV,
we'd always sneak a peek at Page 3,
we watched films on VHS, played Cassettes or CD's,
or Conkers when they dropped from trees.
We only had four television channels to be flicking,
Saturday mornings were for Live and Kicking.
Bodger and Badger, The Chuckle Brothers, Rosie and Jim,
but you couldn't beata, bit of Blue Peter,
to Neighbours and Home and Away we tuned in.
When home alone emptied living rooms,
played football inside, 2-a-side,
cleaned up damage with brooms,
when parents got home we lied.
I'm proud I grew up in the nineties in Bath,
we had so much fun, so many laughs.
From no other time and place I'd rather be,
so here's to the nineties in the West Country.
Categories:
fuzziness, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Hopping across fields of happiness
Early-morning Fluffy rejoices in the edibles of earth
Glowing white and pearly, a real spunky bunny
Points her petite, pink nose upward to daylight’s boundless birth
Fluffy personifies cute, cuddly impulsiveness
Jumping skyward when she perceives birds
A teeny-weeny bunny feels like eating something yummy
And unearthed veggie delights are preferred
Adorable Fluffy hops to kids with contentedness
To be petted by children moving back and forth
Catching their gazes requires Fluffy to be jumpy
While competing with their laughs to be heard
Dancing grasslands and flowers evoke merriness
In the wind, requiring Fluffy to be alert
Watching the merry bunny nibble food is so funny
Then away she goes, sneaking under the fence, undeterred
Fearless Fluffy, famous for her choosiness
For natural treasures that she’s unearthed,
Her earthly bounty provides the sunny
Orange carrots as reimbursement.
In springtime, Fluffy displays fuzziness
Fennel, hay, crisps, and zucchini are her preferred
So, when fuzzy Fluffy plays joyfully in the country
This dancing cottontail will hide the chicken’s eggs for disbursement
Throughout the rabbit kingdom, coats of arms are emblazoned with sunniness
Warming her boundless heart
Fluffy is undoubtedly a lucky bunny
Living life lovingly, lighthearted and reaffirmed
Mundanely divine!
Categories:
fuzziness, animal, april, celebration, easter,
Form:
Ballad
The picture is a window to another world
wide open, allowing me to gaze freely into
the distance,
getting lost in the warm blanket of fuzziness
that brings a smile to my face,
finding myself in a shelter from the cold
that blocks even the harshest wind
and withstands even the fiercest of storms.
Categories:
fuzziness, mystery, time
Form:
Over the confines of the cliffs
in a cloud of crystalline haze
in the midst of a tsunami of whistling
skyline shadows in golden amber
hues ooze into the ocean
triumph against craving
waves of fairy spirits
Pearl stone sparkles in sundrops
flying is my passion
I'm diving again
in a wide chasm
sapphire knitting
chromium marble light
optimums prime
upheaval toward verisimilitude
you and my floating rhyme
with an increasing susurrus
a gentle melody is heard
tonal fuzziness
reverberations of rainbow hues
a scarlet choir of classic lullabies
Written: April 24, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1211 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
fuzziness, analogy, appreciation, bereavement,
Form:
Free verse
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Categories:
fuzziness, philosophy, space,
Form:
Footle
Loss caused by powerlessness and helplessness as its heart,
Gloom and sorrow and sadness as its despondent spare part;
Anger and fear as lifeblood; despair and guilt as its veins;
With somber moods, melancholy is a bundle of pains...!
I undergo the resonance of my inner unease,
My pain pains me; my anger angers me; my joys soon cease;
With no physical accident, I undergo trauma,
Temples are seen all around me, without the true Brahma...!
With lethargic, listless, lacking luster as its liver,
No fervor in things around; yet, acts as a lawgiver;
Where's my hunger gone? Why very often this sleeplessness?
Deep within, like restless seabed currents, whirls hopelessness...!
Illusion as the brain and delusions as its large screen,
Tensions and turmoil, as though cruel beasts, are always seen;
Dejection, depreciation, glumness, and gloominess,
Self-condemnation, like tides, fluctuate my fuzziness...!
As cine screens alter, feelings go senile hysteric,
Pseudo zeal, zest, and enthusiasm soon turn barbaric;
Like poles of the north and the south or the head and the tail,
Why are feelings of violence and suicide crucial...?
Isn't, yet, this anatomy affirmative as well?
Doesn't it pulsate me to ponder over my death knell?
I grow, as a wounded, aware of all facts and fancies,
This is the anatomy that par excels the deep seas...!!!
12 May 2023
Anatomy of Melancholy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Categories:
fuzziness, depression, mental illness, psychological,
Form:
Rhyme
Why does your heart get fluttered so?
And you are feeling happy whenever that person
Is near?
Can’t help but smile
And laugh for no reason
Are you in a state of absolute giddiness
Lightheaded, uncontrollably warm fuzziness?
And clear thinking is definitely out of the way
Lol
You tried to concentrate but it’s no use
And suddenly burst out laughing
You can’t help
But that smile seems stuck on your face
Ok
You got work to do
And you just want to sit here
Thinking of that person
Ahh, you are a bad one
Slacking on the job
But oh well
You are in a trance
Fixed
No cure
Lost cause
You are in the abyss
Flying
Floating
Slipping
You are in an unknown territory
And you are not knowledgeable
Are you going to get lost?
You are not sure
But you know you don’t want to be found
Lost forever
In the hypnotic spell
Ok, wake up
Your co worker is talking to you
:)
Categories:
fuzziness, faith, love,
Form:
Free verse
Hollyhock princesses provides a happy team.
Showing up marvelously in July’s early sunbeam.
Their lovely pink fuzziness shows no glare or loud sheen
They are as pretty as any beauty of sweet sixteen
Hollyhock princesses showing the garden off just so.
We can see their height no matter what our row.
They entice a delight as they tower and they grow.
Giving our garden as special warm spiritual glow.
Categories:
fuzziness, flower, garden,
Form:
Rhyme
Words worth Loving.
I'm bigger than you, I'm better than you;
I'm stronger, more powerful and more passionate than you.
I live more than you; I like more than you do.
I have the strength of ten men and would happily say I do.
For I have found love and my love is with me;
She's the one who shook my world and made me complete.
I'm not vain like you; I don't need what you do.
I don't care what you think, or what you tell me to.
I won't change for you; yet I could be the same as you.
But it's you who will change the things that make you, you.
For I have found love and my love is with me;
She's the one who shook my world and made me complete.
I'm not sad like you, I'm not alone like you;
I have someone here with me, who loves like I do.
I don't fear what you do; I don't only hear what I want to.
I'm free to be free, because I'm not trapped like you.
I'm not scared like you are. I don't get envious of your car;
Or your money, or house, or what you believe you are.
For I have found love and my love is with me;
She's the one who shook my world and made me complete.
So become free like me and see what I see;
This passion, which leads to distraction; that lets me be free.
There’s an ache in my heart, whenever we are apart;
But this glorious, warmness and fuzziness;
Is more beautiful than any art.
For I have found love and my love is with me;
She's the one who shook my world and made me complete.
Open your arms; don't lock yourself away.
Don't hide from your fears; do not be afraid.
Don't run away and hide, if she's the one who makes you smile;
Because any fight for a loved one, is always worthwhile
And you too could find love, if you made it your priority
And ignored all distractions, thrown at you by society.
I'm guessing even you, could be the one to write poetry;
Because if you find love too, your soul will be set free.
And remember when I'm gone, nothing matters but this...
To find love is to be richer than any man...
And to be in love and be loved, is to forever live in bliss.
(C)2006 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Categories:
fuzziness, freedom, happy, love, me,
Form:
Bio
Placed strategically close
to suburban hedgerows,
elderly backyard mavens
nourish generations of groundhogs.
Daily the grass is seeded
with 'Puffcorn Delites,'
bought wholesale from Costco,
An elderly lady died last year.
I see her at night,
as I take out the trash;
a small possum-like shadow.
The ladies seem to me
to grow more like the marmots,
and I wonder if I will ‘turn’ any time soon.
I think I could live quite comfortably
as a whistle-pig.
I dreamed that the widowed ladies
had put a spell upon our local critters.
By some manner of black-arts
had married themselves to woodchucks
and other medium sized mammals.
The late bewitched Mr. Mason
has dug a cubby hole
from which he peers
myopically each evening.
Archie Smith stays
amid the shrubbery
where he can read
the odd moonlit almanac.
Fred scratches his head
with a rear claw
contemplating eternal vows.
They show up at mealtimes.
Furred paws in tartan slippers
shuffle at back doors.
Herbal tobacco scents night airs.
A grey whiskered fuzziness
permeates the Autumnal evening.
Do I wake or sleep?
The widows lay their heads near
to this enchanted nether land;
snore in harmony
with their nearby furry loves.
All here snuggle close
to the roots of this
mist conjuring season.
Categories:
fuzziness, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Dandelion puff clouds
tickle the air with their flossy flights.
Other weeds cannot fly
they are deeply rooted, their seeds
flop low.
Landscapers grind the ground grimly,
mowers grapple and growl
but the low gravity and the fluffy,
the wind-walking dandelions
sneeze up their fuzziness
and care not
as they ride the sky, their
high-flown wispy pedigrees
waving goodbye.
Categories:
fuzziness, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
There is a distinct fuzziness in her mind
Her dendrite highway is drying up, cracked like broken concrete.
Cloudy thinking keeps her off the path of clarity.
She dares not let the others know.
Wait!
They are also using drugs; perhaps they already know?
She breathes easier.
Happily lapsing into her final coma.
Categories:
fuzziness, abuse, drug,
Form:
Free verse