Best Lazy Poems
I’m listless as a lazy river
barely lapping at the shore.
I wanted once to find the ocean,
but I don’t care any more.
Would I even make a ripple
if a stone were tossed my way?
Even with the frogs and fishies
I no longer wish to play.
I’ve lost my course and lie inert
inside my riverbed.
Had I legs to help me run,
I think they’d be as lead.
So spiritless and dull am I.
I’m like the kite I see
motionless each breeze-less day,
stuck and hanging from a tree.
Languor sure did overtake me,
for this humid, hot July
sucked out all my energy.
I think perhaps I’ll simply die.
Posted Aug. 3, 2022
For Hilo Poet's Simile Poetry Contest
Submitted Jan. 31, 2023 for Julia Ward's
Your Favourite Rhyming Poem From The Second Half Of 2022 Poetry Contest
It was one lazy afternoon
laying in the hammock
under the azure sky
sheltered from the blistering sun
by the canopy of the old oak tree
chru chru chru
warbles from the Bluebird
can be heard
as she calls for her mate
Closing my eyes
I soar, I soar so high
above the tallest branch
floating free
gliding in the wind
travelling towards the perfumed breezes of pansy fields
watching their velveteen petals sway
like her hips when she dances in the stream
watching their alluring moves
attracting the pollinator
with seducing aromas
Almost tasting the sweetened nectar
soft and smooth like her honeycombed hair
pleasing like her sun-kissed skin
which keeps taunting my dreams
with ephimeral wishes
of untamed adventures
with her.
Each of us have two wolves living inside us
One wants to eat burritos
and watch horror movies.
The other wants to walk about
in its underpants all day
snacking on cheetos between long naps.
The wolf that thrives is the one
who lives on with diabetes while the other
dies of a heart attack.
Dozing
on a cream-colored comforter
I care not
for a cacophony
of color
cloistered
near my ear
but vague vestiges
of vanilla whispers
melting
in an ivory bowl
1st Place
Mid Summer Standard Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
7/19/17
hammock in the shade
views to crystal clear water ~
new cut grass smells good
27/06/2021
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Summer Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
5th place in the contest
Memories of garden walks
Primrose paths, intimate talks
A coin tossed wishfully in a fountain
Gazing up at snow-capped mountains...
Lazy Sundays in our reading chairs
Sunset, sipping tea in our town square
The glow of ruddy cheeks twilight demarcates
A last toast to Friendship ~ to sow and cultivate
Wake up in the afternoon, I go to sleep at two,
I'm spending all my time just wasting time, nothing else to do,
Too doo, too doo.
I'm looking for a part time job, but (ha) not very hard,
'Cause I've got better things to do than do better things
Without you.
'Cause you're my sunshine, shining all the time,
Brighten up my day, chase my cares away,
I'll spend my lifetime soaking up your rays,
Living in a sunny Summer daze.
Eat, drink, sleep the day away, okay, all day, all right, good night
Tomorrow morning you'll be yawning, but I won't,
'cause I don't...
Wake up 'til the afternoon, I go to sleep at two,
I'm spending all my time just wasting time, nothing else to do
'Cause you're my sunshine, shining all the time,
Brighten up my day, chase my cares away,
I'll spend my lifetime soaking up your rays,
Living in a sunny Summer daze.
Carefree and footloose at the top of the world,
Now I'm at the bottom as Autumn takes my sun away,
Away off in the future lies my Summer, so it seems,
I'll just sing my song of Summer daze only in my dreams...
'Cause you're my sunshine, shining all the time,
Brighten up my day, chase my cares away,
I'll spend my lifetime soaking up your rays,
Living in a sunny Summer daze.
A lawnmower whirrs in the distance
My neighbor has gotten ambitious
The sun shines upon my head
As I sit upon my deck
I feel the warm rays soak into my skin
Am I tanning yet?
The bees are busy buzzing
Stopping only to drink from sweet blossoms
Birds are calling happily
Back and forth across my rising lawn
Should I get ambitious too
And mow my growing grass?
I sigh
Not today . . .
Not today
Summertime coats your tongue like molasses
Lingering kiss of strawberry lasses
Sipping lemonade
Beneath pastel shade
Bare toes wriggle in beach-salty grasses
6/06/20
O lazy boy
Glutton to sleeping
Doze in reading
When it comes to food
Voracious to food
Not think of future
Think of things not
O lazy boy
Patriot to film
Watch with his heart
Call him hear not
Until you touch his heart
Film do kill brain
With gradual process
O lazy boy
Elephant in playing
Think of thing not
Ask of what read a few hour
Remember not
O lazy boy
Well, when I woke up
I admit it's true
There was nothing in this world
That I wanted to do
So I lay there, in my cozy warm bed
Clutching my soft pillow, with the covers on my head
I wanted to enter this contest, 'till I realized
They expected I write a whole poem, just for a prize
I suspect that this contest is one, I can't win
Cause I'm to lazy to take out some paper
And lift up a pen
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Our jobs were all done yesterday,
Got up to a sunny morning today.
Breakfast done and dishes washed,
Another coffee and my comfy chair,
Just gazing about seeing what's there.
Azure blue sky and a gentle breeze,
All in place for a morning of ease.
Birds drink at the fountain I made,
They also drink at our water cascade.
Bees gathering nectar for their Queen,
All in the garden is quite serene.
Butterflies flutter by, cicadas chatter,
Pigeons in the Pine having a natter.
A large bright green lizard ambled across,
For all the world saying Hey I'm the boss.
Smaller ones flitted among the pots,
Prehistoric animals that time forgot.
And so the day passed in our Cyprus place,
A coffee, a book, our dogs in a lazy space.
© Dave Timperley 30 July 2017
palm trees standing tall
hammock swaying in the breeze
calm before the storm.
The truth is at times, we are just too lazy to write.
Hence, we blame our Muses, a wrong, to be made, right!
Inspiration is everywhere, in your past, present and within
you on the chair.
Who knows what beauty we might pen, if we could just realize,it's in your brain matter, right under your hair.
Some faint after a simple verse written?
You must learn to have the heart of a lion, not a newborn kitten.
Excuses, I hear, and it's tedious and wearisome.
Drink coffee or tea, and use your brain as the rest of us.
You have to eat food and read, for your poetic soul.
Otherwise, there are just lame excuses with zero poetic goals.
Oh, you have no goals, you say??
Look deep into your soul, it's called, Inspiration Bay!
3/7/2021
~2~
Hanging with the clothes, hanging on the line,
sunk down in a hammock listening to Prine.
I'm hiding from the mower under this tree,
with a cooler full of beer, as cold as can be.
There's a stack of bills on the kitchen table,
to pay them all, don't think I'll be able.
I ain't gonna starve and ain't gonna beg,
if the garden comes up and the chickens lay eggs.
The wife handed me a list and I hate to be rude,
but I got a deaf ear and a laid back mood.
It looks like this place is falling apart
and I'm too crazy to care and too lazy to start.
3/12/21