Best Hazes Poems
Personification of the Elements – 9-1-23
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The Elementals
Frigid currents gather stirring
Mists to rain hail in fists of fire and ice
From fractured magma stone eruptions
Crust and fire collide
In melted tornados
In hollows where minerals hitchhike
Into purple ruby hazes
Igneous bursts into fevered conundrums
Where four elementals convene
In cryptic crystals, intoxicated by emerald,
Fused laughing enigmas,
Shedding molten aqua teardrops,
Where fire and fury reside
Imprisoned in liquid stone,
Sparkling matrix thunders,
Compressed grit in animations
Of clear-cut brilliance
The Elementals speak
In captured eternal flames,
Water, stone and breath.
Categories:
hazes, birth, earth, fire, water,
Form:
Personification
I met a Hippie walking down the street.
She had long hair, big eyes.
Wide-bottomed trousers, orange-red,
Covered in an intricate pattern
Of strange designs, flapped round her feet
And from her shoulders over a flowered blouse
Hung a black satin something
With bright green frills on the edges.
From her neck dangled to her breast an emblem
In a circle – a unity of Love and Peace.
I passed by her and she glanced up.
I smiled...she smiled...and we moved on.
A smile can work wonders.
The couch and chairs were empty
And we sat comfortably on the carpet.
The candle threw an eerie light
Which came to nought in the depths
Of the room’s shadowy corners.
An odour of incense drifted around us
And a distorted candle flame
Was reflected in my cup of coffee.
We spoke of art, painting and poetry
Treading on the romantic,
Passing through hazes of religion:
A mixture of love, knowledge and mystery,
Probing into the eluding outlets of LSD,
The restful release of meditation,
The yearning of youth, disillusions of life,
The roots of joy and depression,
The understanding of oneself.
Smoke rose in bluish transparency.
The ring on her finger was big and it glimmered;
She opened a poetry book at random
And began reading from Tagore.
I was silent. Her voice was soft.
And when she stopped we said not a word.
There was no need – we both understood.
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Contest: Any Poem#22
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placing: 4th
Categories:
hazes, peace, together, youth,
Form:
Free verse
we're trapped, and,
inherently speaking
those of us here don't want us to escape : )
what a : )
........
life is time
time is life
it is mine
like a wife
there is no contradiction
(that is not how) it seems
we live in an abstract
(multi-dimensional) the means
ah, the mazes
the phases
the faces
of time
when will it end
these crazes of mine
when
will it end
these hazes of line
....
i see,
said the ban-she,
you are of the hinge
...me!?...am of the cringe,
the lock and the key...so please
allow me to flee...not flea...
oh gawd...it's all up to me...
it's enough to make one screee
...mmm...i've got a thought...a short time out,
try some p_t : )
......hmmm....a bit better....
now for meaning and force of letter,
..........
...need some supper.
Categories:
hazes, absence, adventure, appreciation, august,
Form:
Free verse
Tortured and destroyed I fall to the floor,
a darkness waits anxiously for more.
It laughs and croaks as blood falls,
more and more as it splatters the walls.
It stands up to enjoy the kill,
I lay still for I have not the will.
Pleading for a hasty end the weapon raises,
one swift blow i see the hazes.
Darkness takes me over I am no more,
just a pawn laying on the floor.
Categories:
hazes, death
Form:
Rhyme
I watch the curling smoke
rising from my cigarette
my mind’s flat broke
my creative spirit begins to fret
sipping my hot coffee
listening to the cold rain
wishing something would inspire me
and end this poet’s strain
I start jotting down words
and random gibberish phrases
most no one’s ever heard
extracted from my mind’s hazes
but I really need to write
something that’s worth reading
locked in a brutal fight
come on, pen start bleeding!
Categories:
hazes, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
She watches but doesn't see the crashing waves,
Awe and Wonder in her eyes as her mind replays.
Time's nightmare, Love's dream;
If only time and love could happily meet.
A beautiful sight, the sun setting over the ocean, a painted perfect image reflected on water.
She gives it one last look then turns away, feeling a desperate and sudden need to wander.
Time's memories, Love's ache;
Yet time and love were always too late.
He walks along the shore, his eyes distant, teary and bright.
His gaze rests on the the birds high above the water, wishing he could join them in their flight.
Time's cure, Love's phases;
If only time and love could find a way out of their hazes.
He goes on as dawn turns to dusk, the moon shines on the ocean, as if looking into a mirror.
He feels his heart race, knowing his final days of youth are nearer.
Time's prison, Love's hell;
Though time and love were once partners, the end came and they said farewell.
Categories:
hazes, farewell, goodbye, loneliness, longing,
Form:
Remote land summon an aloof tempest,
Bursting lights glint inquietude offshore,
Edged mists intimate like an apprentice,
Intrigue asserts the clouded to explore.
Inland heating like a warming welcome,
Landlubbers likely combative response,
Unveiled inherent instincts that seldom,
Aid dominions that are so nonchalance.
Newt eyes nictating atop curling waves,
A plucked forest acts as a casting wand,
Amplifying teens conjure inward braves,
Spirits arising maintaining the spawned.
Imaged enthralled hazes flit Noah's ark,
Sweeper-swept palls purify rainbow arc.
Categories:
hazes, angst, conflict, courage, extended
Form:
Sonnet
“Go west young man”, the neighbors said; but they wisely stayed at home.
From pianoforte to pianoforte, saloon to saloon, town to town I roam.
Surrounded by Phillistines, “soiled doves”, cowpokes, and dullards,
Gamblers, dealers, dance hall girls, and other assorted drunkards.
If a fellow’s feeling generous, he might leave something in my jar,
Or even offer me a drink of the “good stuff” behind the bar.
I guess my fortune can be made where folks are hot, dry, and thirsty,
Playing sad songs on old pianofortes that are musty, dusty, and rusty.
I grew up playing Beethoven, Chopin, Bach and Wagner.
The only songs these cretins know are all by Stephen Foster.
A gambler in a pink silk shirt once asked for a Franz Lizt tune.
I was so surprised, I fell off my chair, to the amusement of the room.
The “faded rose” smells like a horse, and looks the worse for wear.
But if a few more drovers buy me beers, I probably will not care.
If I should wake up next to her, I won’t know what to say.
But she’ll just pretend to be asleep as I quietly slip away.
Through hazes I might recognize a face; or maybe they all look the same.
But in town’s like Rotgut, last night’s best friend won’t remember your name.
I hope someday, somewhere I’ll find a good pianoforte in tune--
But that’s something I’ll probably never find in a one-street town saloon.
If they don’t happen to catch my name, “Eighty-Eight Fingers” will usually do;
That’s all any of them remembers anyway, after they’ve had a few.
Categories:
hazes, addiction, america, humorous, music,
Form:
Couplet
On the eve of, demand. Betrayal was rising.
The voice of strength evaded me.
The knife pushed deeper in.
Darkness awoke within me. Its grip squashing the life I thought I had.
I hate you. I despise you.
You killed the life within me. The cracks kept showing.
I died a thousand deaths, t he memory burned out my frontal lobe.
No words of truth or lies to bind those charred connections.
Twisted expectance of soliloquy to compete with these
Mounting streams of inner wars, they all purge me
With heavenly fire but they feel like antagonizing strings of strife
A thousand arrows aimed at my hearts beating drum.
No mirth or merry go round ride to quench this drying adrenaline rush
Struck at the top with the loose end, going wild
The wind up here is so loud; my ears are crashing because of these revelations
These outlandish antics whip and bruise my face
They like fleeting backward incomprehensive syllables.
I am trying to fathom the meaning of the it.
Those words I thought I understood they lost their meaning the second I tried to say them out loud to myself.
It feels like nothing makes sense. The meaning this is all too clear
The end is nigh.
Can you smell it in the air?
Can you feel it on the wind?
Can you hear it in my breathing?
My lungs are contracting. The floor is slipping
My world is crumbling. It is falling out of its orbit
How will I survive?
I just can’t take this anymore!
Take me over already!
Don’t hold back. I won’t hold back. I am open.
My fighting spirit is not responding. No retaliation. I am all yours.
The reality hazes my eyes and I am lost to the darkness.
Forever trapped in a nightmare of bitter dreams.
As I plunge over to the other side.
A light pierces my darkness and I see your face.
Your smile and laughter, a melodious song calling back to sanity
But as soon the detail starts to solidify
The sun sets and I’m plunged back into the abyss
The cold follows soon after.
Geniuskin
Categories:
hazes, abuse, addiction, anger, betrayal,
Form:
Ballad
Talk about me
Like I am not in the same room
Push me from your priorities,
But your mind will not obey
You must engrossingly aknowledge
The edges that mishapen me
Slide your grubby fingers against the surface
Like you do,
Like you tell your friends
Unlock my insecurities,
With one horizontal swipe
Erasing history
Sustaining shame
All you have gained,
Is what you tethered on the surface
The very surface you despise
That you misunderstand,
The ones that you feed the lies to
Will you never realize,
The reality that hazes into black numbness
With your lingering actions?
You will never see through me now
Because I am shattered, paralyzed
Not victimized, just barely survived
I am rough to the touch...
But what did you expect,
After dropping me so much?
5/13/2016
Categories:
hazes, angst, character, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Free verse
One day you say I'm your favorite,
the next, life is flipping through pages.
I don’t understand all these places,
but I’ve never been afraid of the unknown.
So I’ll keep smoking my hazes,
until the end of time and ages.
Just hold my hand and I’ll say it,
and onto tomorrow we’ll go.
I have missed you always,
especially on days like today.
So hold onto hope and my name,
and maybe we’ll find a way.
Until then I’ll be brokenhearted,
and work my way back to where it all started.
Because our dreams will take us the farthest,
from this bent and broken road.
We might find peace if we try,
and then I can look you in the eyes.
And say that I’m sorry for lost time,
but I’m never going to say goodbye.
So keep your faith in this,
and we will play like kids.
Because this world is too damn big,
to just stop and let it go.
Understand how much I love you,
never forget what we have been through.
Because the future is coming our way,
and forever on we'll go.
Categories:
hazes, absence, devotion, faith, growing
Form:
Quatrain
Core or hubs…
Change the chains related our mental health.
Free our slaves of silks and all untied.
China ill reputes may take a bath to wash.
Baths as French are beauty ways.
French has right and left and gather wings may think and talk and take their French politic steps reset or set together some.
Share the same or something rotten tastes exclusive all are china tyrants both with china jesters.
Ways with frills will need decors as china leaders charm offense or nasty nice with soft despotic.
Moral hazards all are china politic games with jungle laws.
Global games are china evil ways as cores or hubs.
Hardly seen are global worlds with evil hazes.
China landscapes all have lunatic fringes with china conquerors. Tibet DALAI LAMA must be sad. China lunatic fringes may ride and sail.
Tibet DALAI LAMA leave and flee are political groups abused by China tyrants ordered armies that called china P.L.A.
Helms as china Maoism teams with terms and names by doing crazy silly things in mania ways that made.
Cores and hubs are ways of fierce beasts but human self asserted and self esteems as all from starts to en. Will fixations also minds so complexes just are china commie till the old to new.
Self for means and cover all and attempt so much that all are acting cores or hubs of china commies those is such.
-------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-------------
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Categories:
hazes, dark, self, evil, games,
Form:
ABC
and as the day slowly circles back into a night,
hazes yawn over stranded lost loves final flight
and again here I stand alone yet not afraid, I find myself everytime fighting that maze
like a spider a web will be weave from the throw, deep and darker the strings of our heart become stone, and as dancing delights those with skeletons pride, it is you who should run fast ride, cower and hide I am free again thank you for this bitter end, Go now my sweet love, this dream journeys here end.
Categories:
hazes, crazy, , sweet love,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
The rooms are bright white,
empty square chambers.
With memories stale in the air.
The creeping echo of your voice.
Glossy refinished pine floors,
swimming in polyurethane.
Done new for someone new,
who can never appreciate our time here.
Hollow except the single bed,
so inviting to lay my head.
Feel the thick, crisp comforter warm me,
and the lumpy mattress envelope me.
Hold me in its lumps, molding into me.
The lone lamp on the oak nightstand,
lit dim, a solitary candle.
Alone.
Never to see you in this house again.
To not feel love,
nor hear the laughter I long for.
When once you knocked on my door for guidance...
curious and naive.
Now you are grown and strong...a Marine.
Still, I see the boy in your face,
the innocent, blushing child I grew with.
To return a man,
if to return at all.
Walking through the hallways,
the sun hazes your ghostly figure.
One,
without.
Never to wake careless at noon.
Never to touch these creaky floors with my bare feet.
The growing,
our wonder years.
All the fighting screams.
The energy...
But mostly you.
And when you left me brother- so did this place.
Where will I go to find you...if you never return?
Categories:
hazes, childhoodme,
Form:
Free verse
Beyond the time I bethought thy ambiguity
With you I aspire the longanimity
Beyond the prophecy there crests thy conceivability
With you I cognize the viability.
Beyond thy persuasion I bechanced your propinquity
With you I behold the emotionality
Beyond the state of elated bliss there prehends thy fidelity
With you I summon the reality.
Beyond the beauty I got hold of your integrity
With you I propel morality
Beyond the smile there hazes over thy timidity
With you the shyness broke to chastity.
Beyond the journey I conformed to serenity
With you I got word that there exist eternality
Beyond the nature there fragrances a virtuality
With you I revered ideality.
Beyond a relation there dilates a compilation of esoteric affinity
With you I got hold thy spirituality
Beyond the secrecy there exists enshrouded duality
With You, me makes us evermore infallibility.
Categories:
hazes, dream, love, relationship, integrity,
Form:
Free verse