Best Hazily Poems
Echoes through the hallway
Of this dilapidated ruin
A stone house made with devoted hands
Ladened once with the life and love of humans
Soft whispers can be heard
An occasional silhouette hazily drifts by
The humans that once lived here
Continue to reside ….
Categories:
hazily, grave, home, leaving,
Form:
Rhyme
The coda of mourning jays vibrates
In bittersweet tracks when daybreak scans
An almost whipping backdrop, hushed
By low warbles from birds’ paean;
Indistinct as dusty sketches—
Throaty on a lane of funeral’s last rites;
Where the hazily drawn view turns bland
Moistening wail of eyes with a muted song,
Tunes stale, while jays drone on the horizon.
Mixed Senses Contest for nette onclaud
20 Sept 2015
From Amelie Mara ---Music in 9 lines
Categories:
hazily, bereavement, cry, music,
Form:
Free verse
sand
flying
hazily
in a desert
storm
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Contest: Lanterne Frenzy
Sponsor: Ir0nic Zink
Categories:
hazily, imagery,
Form:
Lanterne
Aroma lingers
within the encasing bastion,
aisle upon aisle haunts the ancient catacomb
that is home to the decisive many.
User friendly ecstasy
depending on Fahrenheit fifty two,
this golden age to cherish?
Hypothermia guaranteed, with anything less.
Inward the soul is searched,
waves of thoughts woven by the juggler,
the body a vast kingdom to learn
yet the power to levitate.
The mind, acting out mutation
although not in the normal way,
“Optimist” He thinks he’ll save the world
when standing tall upon its pinnacle.
Ne’er question hell upon earth
or life in constant rotate,
darkness into light synthesize
the mingling tendon of dawn unfolds.
From the elusive underground the mind retreats
while hazily shedding off coats of vertigo,
worn, his weary body loiters with gleet
till “Xavier” goes flashing by.
“Screaming, his deep desires yearn
for the potency of ‘Zeus’”
© Harry J Horsman 1992
A form of ABC poetry, each line first starting with an A must contain
a letter in order, from the alphabet, second line B etc till the last line Z.
Categories:
hazily,
Form:
ABC
The Golden Stool
Offer me the sacrosanct golden stool
To rest my bottom,
Cursed! And of course abominable it is
The Asantihene possesses it,
I will rather then be banish from being;
And become a bottomless bottoms
A riddle riddled with contour,
It is uncomfortable anyway,
I will rather seat on an armchair
Listening to the howling wind from Elmina;
Telling stormy tales of the beginning,
Of million sunk soul ancestors departed;
In ocean-farer Columbus minute sail,
Neither I examine buttocks of Homo- erectus
With magnifying glasses,
Nor listen to naked maidens cuddling calabash;
Filled with soft breadfruits
Strolling on marble tarmac roads,
But to virgins with unripe chest mangoes;
Dancing and queuing at my hut stepping,
Listen to mothers mingling backed urchins
Hoping in hope load of sacks;
In uncountable mileage
To dispose and bring back joy of cowries;
Labouring farmer hue mounds in hectares,
Rose in a grunt
Nostalgically, looked hazily back and future;
I must do a little bit more, more and more,
Mounds, until I reach tip end of the earth;
The hunegred yawns must be fill.
Categories:
hazily, history
Form:
Free verse
The Sieve of Time
Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,
whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,
Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,
clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.
Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,
trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.
Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,
my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,
I stagger ashore,
alone,
embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.
Categories:
hazily, allegory, angst, beach, beautiful,
Form:
Puttin’ on the Ritz
She went to London where the gold-paved streets
glittered not in rainy foggy mornings.
In vain she knocked on doors in search of fame.
Uttered from beyond thick lighted cigars,
idle promises drifted hazily,
like suffocating smoke that filled the air.
Her talents never stood an acting chance,
but offers came dependant on her looks,
the long toned legs, attractive sex appeal.
Clinging to hope, she bit at proffered bait,
she gave her all, and acted at his will,
away from the bright lights of screen or stage.
She played the part of mistress to her man;
she lacked for nothing and lived like a queen,
but in the process she gave up her dreams.
She had the jewellery and choice of clothes
most fashionable and extravagant,
while hobnobbing with high society.
Sadly, she lived a life that was not hers,
following a dull script of make-belief.
Her heart was torn, her soul deceived and worn.
The pain within became too much to bear.
She knew no joy; had only grief to share.
Her life she took – a victim of despair.
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Paul Callus ~ 6th September, 2015
Contest: Puttin’ on the Ritz
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Placed 1st
Categories:
hazily, class, dream, society,
Form:
Verse
The mobile is ringing. It gets closer and closer, and louder and louder. It has finally arrived at her ear canal.
She meticulously rolls on her left side, she hazily reads the screen. It reads 'Femme Fatale'.
She mumbled "I have no idea who this is, and why is she in my contacts?"
She then receives a text message from Femme Fatale. No number is listed. It reads 'agoRaPHobiaC'.
Theres a picture attached to the message. She opens it and its her! She wearily asked herself "When did I go this concert, and who are these faces?"
"Where in the world am I?" "Who took these pictures of me in these open and public places?"
She never leaves the house. She never opens the blinds. She's NEVER met anyone named Femme Fatale. Her body slowly elevates 3 feet above her mattress. Her blood pressure rises.
She screams with disappointment "Oh my god, I'm having another crisis!"
She floats to her medicine cabinet, moving her arms and holding her breath, as if she was under water.
Last week a bull was sleeping in the bath tub, the week before, she was beamed up to a UFO. The scars on her wrist proves she was slaughtered.
The mobile is ringing. It gets closer and closer, and louder and louder.
It has finally arrived at her ear canal.
She meticulously rolls on her right side, she hazily reads the screen. It reads 'agoraphobiac'.
Categories:
hazily, analogy, dark, hyperbole, journey,
Form:
Dramatic Verse
Curling crests cassessing coastlines
backwash bumping beach breakers.
screeching Seagulls squark and scream
mocking maritime merrymakers.
Burning boogers brave blisterd backs
scorched surfers seek shoreline shade,
urbane under umpteen umberellas,
peacocks posed in a parasol parade.
Drifting dunes delight deserted
lovers, languorously lounging, lazily
craving comfort, coveting cool currents.
Hellishly humid, heat hovers hazily.
Spirited siblings, spades spanking
bucket bottoms, bulid
carefully carved chimerical castles,
infantile fantasies fulfilled.
Exposing exiled exoskeletons
turning tide tickles toes,
sun sinks slowly seaward
disclosing dusk's descending doze.
Categories:
hazily, imagery, sea, summer,
Form:
Alliteration
As morning's veil did lift its gentle hand
On my first call to ingratiate with the land
I fathered that night to dawn's early stand
And hit the roadway, where my journey's plan
Did unfold like a map, with twists and turns so grand
If I remember well, Kachikau did wave his hand
H hazily, with a wry grin, a gesture so bland
I paused for a moment, twiddling thumbs of my hand
Chaffed by the wind, my heart did take its stand
I looked at this dehydrated home village of mine
Eyes bursting with pathos, a tale so divine
In some odd sense, that distorted moment did shine
A light enough to fool the mind, a beacon so fine
I felt my heart beat increase with the intensity of light
Like selenium, a spark that ignited the night
I looked again at this parched home village of mine
Even raddled grass blades, a beauty so divine
The sun did rise, a fiery ball of gold
As I walked on, my footsteps did unfold
A story of longing, of dreams yet untold
Of a heart that beats, with a spirit so bold
The wind did whisper secrets, of a world so wide
As I walked on, my soul did start to glide
Through fields of green, where wildflowers did sway
And the scent of blooming lavender did fill the day
I felt the warmth of the sun, on my skin so fair
As I walked on, without a care
The world did seem so vast, so full of wonder and might
As I walked on, into the light of day and night
The stars did twinkle, like diamonds in the sky
As I walked on, with a heart that did not deny
The beauty of the world, the wonder of the sight
As I walked on, into the darkness of the night
The moon did glow, a silver crescent shape
As I walked on, with a heart that did not escape
The magic of the world, the mystery of the night
As I walked on, into the light of day and night
Categories:
hazily, poetry, poets,
Form:
We are on our porch
in the morning
in the canvas chairs,
drawing in the sunlight,
dreaming.
Hazily lazing over the
wooden floorboards
bleached and weathered
by the sun over time.
And he and I are
having coffee, talking,
gawking at nature and
the people walking up
and down the street.
Our legs stretched out before us,
the garden on our porch: a forest.
Time.....drags.....by like a steamboat
on a river...
Birds on the rail
flick their beaks and tails,
Morning Glories galore
climb the wood
near our door.
It's Summer, we love it.
It's what we wait
all year for.
Categories:
hazily, friendship, happiness, life, nature,
Form:
Imagism
Elegy on the Death of Vicente Aleixandre, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Elegia en la muerte de Vicente Aleixandre
(Born in 1923, Carlos Bousono, a renowned prize-winning Spanish poet and eminent theoretician on the aesthetics of poetry, held the Chair of Stylistics at the Central (Complutense) University of Madrid. ; later as E-meritus.
He wrote his doctoral dissertation, in 1950, on the poetry of Vicente Aleixandre, the recepient of the 1977 Nobel Prize for Literature. It is evident, he witnessed the Nobel laureate’s passing in 1984. Bousono’s every lecture, delivered off the cuff, earned him an indomitabe world-wide reputation. T. Wignesan)
In Death
Eyes that kept looking
so full of pain
on the last day, hardly moments
before dying,
and from the deathbed
he recalled in sadness,
from far away, very far away though somewhat hazily,
those days with his friends,
out there in the distance
of his childhood,
having himself a great time,
life even then being immortal,
they (may have) roamed through small orchards, or through the
pinewood, or the soaring heights
bathed palpitatingly in the light.
Then to run, concealing themselves,
in the rear of some thickets, awhile :
why were they not being called to
yet from the house.
A little later, a little later feeling really lonesome
for the very last time, and that would be it.
And when they put
a crown on his head as on the king of the world
the day when it all came to pass
the king* had reigned for seven years,
seven years as lord
over everyone in the universe : the air, the sea.
He breathed. He looked tired
and the impossibility. Life, the crown,
painted cardboard, feeling yet happy,
later in love, in the company
of those slinging shots, such happiness. Years without
knowing doubt, and all that was
just an instant so lonely,
bitter grief
real.
And now the tears –
he who never cried – filled his eyes,
sliding down ever so slowly
over his pale cheeks,
soaking the skin,
the mouth,
and continued sliding
even though he was already dead.
The tears lasted longer
than his sorrow-laden eyes.
Much longer
than his own pain.
• Probably a reference to King Juan Carlos of the House of Bourbon.
© T. Wignesan – Patis, 2013
Categories:
hazily, poets, universe, , literature,
Form:
Elegy
What if I told you the sky was purple
and that the clouds were really a dark green
could you imagine the luscious possibility
Or is your mind a reality check machine
Take a trip into your subconscious
maybe what you see is a dream
maybe the stars bleed blue
as red seeps into the ocean stream
We are taught as a child what to think
The language and colors of life
And not to challenge the system
Not to looks back, like Lot's wife
So imagine, you lay out in a field
Yellow grass sways in the wind
The lavender sky stretches before your eyes
and nature's balance hazily ends
Forget what you've been told
Forget it while you can
Before you become too senile
Because time waits for no man
The clouds are green I tell you,
The vast oceans are red
The purple skies adorn a silver moon
As it shines through the window near my bed
Sleep well love, because in the morning
The skies will once again be blue
After your imagination sobers
The possibilities become few.
Categories:
hazily, art, beauty, confusion, dream,
Form:
Clouds in the sky drift lazily
Sparkling patches of blue linger,
Mind daydreaming so hazily
Songbirds chirping a moodswinger,
Summer is here
A time for cheer.
Evening sounding so jazzily,
Recording of a scat singer
Distant stars twinkle snazzily,
I am an accomplished swinger
Have no complaints,
And few restraints.
[syllables checked by HMS;
rhymes checked with Rhyme Zone]
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written May 31, 2022
Submitted to “Posie” Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Categories:
hazily, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
As I am slowly fading away
My body grows weaker & weaker each day.
Injections into my arms
then into my other bodily parts.
A needle been filled only with poison
That's why with this poem my words in am voicing.
My life started out all good to begin
But along the path of journey I noticed something missing.
Was it the love of another or just even a friend
Someone whom I could truly rely on in life to depend.
Where & when did life change so dramatically
When did I on my life become lost along its pathway?
Who wad to blame for letting me down
Who or another could I lay the blame on & frown.
Because I didn't see what I had done wrong
Perhaps I'd become blinded when weakness was strong.
I couldn't admit to being the failure that today I've become
Why am in being punished in more ways most & even more some.
I began taking to drinking alcoholic beverages quite
Which become more by the days & nights passing in cloyded hazily sight.
Then when hos was no longer doing its best in my need
it was then i took to substances much greater for my habit to feed.
Losing my friends my family tried to warn me in vain
The path I had chosen was going to kill me only if I chose in it's habits sustain.
But still they stood by me & probably battled harder than me
For I could no longer see as soon tarred with the label of a heroine junkie.
Only tooting at first until I wanted it's hit to be strengthend more
That's when I took to the injecting with needles in my skins every pore.
And when I ran out of feeling for only the effects of the drugs
Soon I began rattling heavily in pain in this blinded game only for mugs.
Friends were no longer & family was now scarce in my life
Soon to be all alone in darkness of a bottomless pit in its strife.
In deeper and deeper I soon began stealing from shops
Then even off the closest of kin until shopped to the cops.
Sat in my police cell I soon started to think
about what went wrong in life choices sending me to the depths that I sink
Categories:
hazily, abuse, care,
Form:
Free verse