Best Lazier Poems
redolent roses
just steps away from moonlight
in shadows of night
invisible bliss
colors unseen on the green
as flashing stars roam
romantic spiced scents
the shouts have become whispers
pink robin's dreaming
endless velvet night
lazier than the day, and
black cherry sunset
D o all what you wanted to do,
Explore me on anything new,
D rive me even crazier,
I nfluence me to become lazier,
C riticize the whole me,
A ct violently,
Treat me like your enemy,
Erase my name,
D rag me to pain.
Think that you don’t know me,
O rder me to die.
Y ou are now free,
O ver any rules and control from me,
U nloved me now.
Know This My Lover
Darling, pray that our love does not fade
the flower of desire blooms in a deep blush
Amongst passions planted and firmly laid
in secret interludes and whispering hush
My sweetheart, sing again our heart's song
with that angel voice so Heavenly made
Laced with sweet purity , flowers so strong
rainbow colors with stems of the greenest jade
My lover, remember the secret places that we love
the deep wooded cabin , the cliff hanging above
Rejoice in the climb to such heavenly heights
the sweet moans that shattered the silent night
My woman, know your heart and love are returned
My princess, our passion forever will be burned
Robert J. Lindley , 07-20-2014
This just woke me up from sleep. Had to bang it down
before I forget any of it!!
Has been a couple years since this happened and that
write only my wife has read as it is too racy to opening
reveal!
This one is much tamer, which means I am either getting
older, lazier or more complacent!
None of the three inspires me but something sure inspired
this late night , wake the hell up write!!!!
Don't ask me how I got here
But I know it was a struggle
You never knew you were pregnant with tomorrow
I ate what you ate
I drank what you drank
I went everywhere you went
When you was tired, I was too
When you were strong I felt stronger
When you was sad, I was sadder
When you became grumpy, I felt grumpier
When you slept, I rested my watery brain matter
I made you feel pain
I made you throwup
I made you restless
I made you crave for things ordinarily you wouldn't like to eat
I made you wince and flinch at sleep
I put your health in hazard
I made you worry and fret for 9 whole months
I changed your shape,
Altered your beauty
And sagged your breasts
I made you lazier than you were
I made you love me though we hadn't met
I made you wait and imagine what I looked like
I made you frequent that man in white
I made you more careful with each steps
You restricted your diets to suit my being
You did loose some hair
And added more flesh
You stood at the mirror and watched as days passed by the changes I incurred on you; changes you nor I had no control over
Your legs were swollen making each step painful and heavy
You were curious of my sex, but I already knew what I was
I made you understand the pains and joys of motherhood
I turned you near-crazy with excruciating pains
You worried over what to get for me during my grand entrance into the world
I made you react untowardly towards friends and families; only a few who had gone through what you did understood
You became a reader to ensure my safety
And when my set time was come,
You breathed in and out and screamed over and time again,
Increasing the size of the hole which showed me into the world
My birth costed you loss of blood and water
Mama, I'm sorry for the pain so far and many more to come.
From baby
To Mama
A little lazier...
Perhaps a little more...
Seeing things a little hazier
And a smile... did I just adore?
And I drank... can I have a straw?
I wanna ask... but I wish not to speak
Maybe if I am to draw?
Another smile... for my fingers are weak
Have I listen enough?
This piece of music that was set on repeat
And I hear myself laugh
DO NOT MOVE... my mind do plead
And I begin to think... did I?
Simply nothing... simply without a thought
And I feel my strength returning... to hide
Did I just wanna think?... perhaps not
A little sleazier...
Only... to be a little more
How much more lazier?
Yet a smile... I do adore
a day like
any other
day but X
on the monthly
photos of Mount
Fuji calender says
different
as circus
clowns with
painted smiles
juggle the day's
events for this yes
undecidedly different
day of days
finding myself
driving in non gps
directions but calmly
listening to piano waltz
variations on this very one
can only say variant day of
days
then not
a sign of the
apocalypse but
careful doors open
by themselves leaves
me thinking lazier and less
needing to be
but ocd
counts moments
from being here and when
i can enter the automated world
of a building that feels and even
smells of potential insanity yet feels
welcome
now i find
i'm face to
face with the
person who has
created me to be
the functioning socially
one i am
he asks
about what
since last time
fine fine fine walking
life's tightrope line above
an abyss that is all but three
inches below
he says
seemingly
knowing that i'm
fine fine fine showing
a graph of where i was
then and where i'm happily at
smiling
saying
see you
next time
but this time
make it four months
you're still crazy i assure
you have a good day
Remember “no talent, just too much time?”
Well we’ve had all the time in the world now
And what have we really created? Huh?
Not a worthwhile thought, dream, scheme
If no one cares and you can’t force them, yeah, that’s it
It’s worthless
We measured ourselves by potential
The songs will write themselves we said
We said we could do it, but then we didn’t
There would be time, a whole lifetime to look ahead
But now we’re older, wasted, tired (lazier maybe?)
And no one gives a sh!t
Current company included
All that time thinking and what have we got?
Thoughts, thoughts, and more thoughts
But not a single finished product
A million words to look back at, laugh at
Then discard
Bye bye
Nothing new, nothing perfect
Things already said in ways truly meant
One good idea, maybe a few
But nothing immaculate
We’re nowhere near as good as we think we are
So toss it out
Like all the morons we ignore
Beg for some new way
Knowing conformity is the only way out
The only way now
To find any form of happiness
But how can we be happy by giving in like that?
By losing dreams and feeling nothing we want to feel
Then we feel nothing but crying, stabbing in our hearts, souls
Our very essence made false
So send it all away for good and wait
For someone else with different standards to toss it out
And quickly remind us
We’re just as awful as we figured we were
It’s too late for me though
It’s far too late to give up and go somewhere else
Red panda was lazier than his friend the sloth
Just leave me alone, he said to Goth
If I want to raise my head I will later
But this second I want to lie like a gator
Olive copse
Sitting indoors being old and are forbidden
to go outside, I dream of lazier days
then in the heat of summer, I had siesta under
a 500 years olive tree.
I was dreaming of the shepherds who slept under
this tree and the only sound was grazing sheep and the occasional barks of a dog.
I can smell the cheese he ate and the wine he drank
before they drifted into a slumber.
The sheepherders got old and died but the tree grows
bigger and bore fruit.
There was poverty here and a new generation wanted
a better life, they went to America to find gold
and get married to Amanda.
Alas, factories paid well, they married no Amanda, but
someone of hardier, hairdresser stuff.
I wonder if they ever dreamt of the old days when the sun was hot, sleeping under an olive tree.
He jumped into the vehicle,
By the staring he praised the Oracle.
Billed the pedals,scolded the horn,
Clutched the clutch,pricked by fun.
Potholes and howling gutters
KIA on the way, tossing their triggers.
Hay and dusk blowing ordeals,
Omen of bitterness lurking in the lorry.
And then he visited the filling station,
Then 'over did he the staring to his lover.
His lover now in remonstration hover-
"Potholes feud, traffic strangling notions".
Jogging into potholes,she pricked her lover "The Lazier".
She has forgotten : Marriage's toss by two drivers.
17:17:09:11:32
I know of a hindrance
To Needful Remembrance:
To the mind a weapon,
Recalls: Luckless Coupons…
To stop getting hazier
We all know Amnesia
That thoughts makes lazier
And The Thinker lousier!
Ten times, “What did you say?”
And you’d repeat, “No Pay”
“Please, what’s your name, again?
And replies grant No Gain!
“All Roads to Hospital”
But we’re coming back with Little;
Amnesia comes to stay
And you’d better make a way?
Red panda was lazier than his friend the sloth
Just leave me alone, he said to Goth
If I want to raise my head I will later
But this second I want to lie like a gator
Sometimes i touch
with shadow softness
c/u/t/ with diamond lazier
could Kent beat super
wander the wonder as woman wanders her wonders
Mystiquely storming
Val and Kerri flying beside
Morning crows, 'Get-up-and-go'
Afternoon's lazy, and lazier grows
Even in a dark world, you'll think their is light.
Every time I open my eyes, nothing but pain in my sight!
People are hurting, bodies are deteriorating, minds going crazy.
Every morning, I wake up and ask God, "why does this have to be?"
Babies are being kidnapped, and taken from their homes
Women are losing their lives because they're getting beat on.
Families losing their love ones, and houses every day because of fires
Government making plans, and taking food out of our mouth.
The black race is getting taken back to the slavery days
Now they want to end all black everything, and take away our pay
Freedom is getting hard for all the illegal immigrants
Being rounded up and deported by "ICE" back to their homeland.
It's a pain every day to even look at social media or the news
Every day, someone is getting shot and murder for public views!
Young kids are getting lazier every day by the minute
They just want to be on any platform shaking their ass for pennies.