Crazier Poems | Examples

Love Maniac

You're just, my heart's desire,
You're like the night, so far away,
From my fire.

Tuned to our night, that gets crazier,
Watching you, all night away,
Just an admirer.

When you'll fall in my love,
Don't get your heart like hazy,
Let's kill this love like crazy,
Just you and me,
Like dancing tunes.

Rockabye baby, rockabye,
Hang on my moonlight, 
Rockabye, baby, I'd cry,
Lets do this tonight.

24

It started at 1, 4 came soon
Covered the world in blue
That used to be my favorite hue
24 hours and two moons
A lot can change in just a day
Some phases never let you stay the same

24 years of abuse
Put a blanket on the past and
Throw it in a casket
24 years out of view
Starting over feels so tragic
But crazier things have happened

Craze Craziness

Never act crazy
There will always be someone
Crazier than you.

INSANE

I love your presence
This is driving me crazier
I'm considering the possibility of torture
Playing this idea in my mind
So beautiful, baby, I love you
I feel the butterflies fluttering
With every cut that knife makes
Deep into my skin
My dear,
You are so insane
Insanely, shamelessly
That almost stopped my heart
Literally
I thought about kissing you again
Too bad, I just imagined it
I got goosebumps
But I loved it
I got excited
But I wished
Feel your weight again
On top of me, making me lose my breath
I can't breathe
I didn't let myself suffocate
Because I haven't let go yet
This is very insane
What fault do I have?
I'm not used to
Living without you…

My dear
Anxiety.

Mixed Poetry At Life's End

Life has a beginning and a end, 
for me when and where will it all end by friend. 
I wish I knew how many more days I have left, 
like other's deaths will come like a theft. 

 


In this crazy world I must go on, 
getting crazier with each new dawn. 
A world that is being eaten alive, 
a world that is not for me yet I must survive. 

 


Now at life's end, 
I cannot pretend. 
Death sits here and awaits, 
for I do not know the times or dates. 

 



A peaceful heaven waits, 
I cannot wait to see the pearly gates. 
To see the ones I have missed the most, 
the love ones who I hold very close.

what is the deal

king cobra rose up and gave the tourist a fantastic smile
She began screaming as if he were a bear or a crocodile
What is the deal? He asked his cousin, who was lying around on a tile.
I have no idea, humans are crazier here than they were on the Nile.

Haunted

Bound under a revolving pain
Holding up my chin to prove am happy,
swirling up inside my own shell
haunted by the same feelings I held dear
Crying for relief as I dangle under the cliff of my own mind
Chained and buried in a sea of endless prejudice
I gasp under my hair,
Holding back droplets of tears that I wish
could just fall and set me free.
I disappoint my own self,
with every drop of tears, now an ocean.
With just a blink, my emotions are my enemy
One I will never rid myself of
And still, they never seize to negotiate with my actions.
The rain indeed hides tears,
The hours I wish they could just run freely
And comfort me.	
I am my own stress, so I learnt, from the fragments of my wasted heartaches which grabs hold of my frail trembling heart
 and pushes me back into thoughts I burnt and faded the ashes into the air
Could I be anymore crazier to crave for things that  disrespect my feelings?
So I lay aimless in total surrender of feelings I cannot resist nor forget
Hope is my only friend; as I, my only nightmare!

The Crazier It Gets

The crazier it gets, the less sad it seems. No need to dream about houseboats on rivers so blue, the windmill and standstills of a heart that was true. Down here to nowhere with all this time on your hands. Don’t plan it through the heart ache, says plenty, says so. No seashore, no pebbles please. The sand and the foam, the little we know of echoes alone. It’s so bad the seasons sigh and trues just on cue. All about and left without somebody like you. So Up the Chin, just dig in, It’s a crazy cold world. So, warm your hands on all He plans, the stay faithful stalls time. The line is in a song, with a crazy cool mine!

Mood Swings

Cold days, lonely hours l I didn’t know about
   These past few months with my ups and downs
Tracing every beat of my heart 
    I am falling deeper
I thought of you waiting for your reply
    You paint a smile that never dies
Voice of yours bestows happiness 
    I don’t wanna end this

Tell me more about yourself 
     More you are capable of this cliche’s feelings
 In a way I let you have your moodswing in peace  
   till you get normal again,
     Back to where this emotions began to shift
Slowly, and inevitably bipolar
     Crazier to think that your cleverness hits my  madness as a poet,
You challenge me in every little way like
    Nature attracts nature;
 Words bubble up like soda pop
    You’ll never be boring 

I’ll like how our emotions intertwine
    Doth sparkles like diamonds over sapphires
Boosting ego’ and posseses thine love
    Speak low if you speak love; 
Cupid arrows heart became weak 
    And this weakness I’d love to feel, 
I’m burn for you 
    Narrative, elusive begins to change
 Feelings are vulnerably unseen 
    That’s when heart is pure; love can be made

Pick Up That Pen

Was it insanity or brilliance that stood calling my name?
I woke out of a deep sleep, disoriented, desiring an explanation.
My heart was beating triple time. Was this a heart attack then?
Don’t be any crazier than you have been, urged my persnickety muse.
Let’s get up and write something.

I knew it would not be anything that could appeal to the masses.
I have never related to any of them.
They want clean sheets and neat drawers.
I am not one to iron clothes or sweep a driveway.
The messier the room, the better; I have a hoarder’s habits.

Don’t write that! Said my muse.
My anti-muse laughed, wanting me to.
My heart had stopped beating now.
Not entirely, probably, but it had slowed down.
Pick up that pen! I rolled my eyes at the voice.
Cognizant that whatever I wrote today I would not recognize tomorrow.
I am a frenzied writer, channeling spirit, insanely clairaudient.

Lily and Poindexter

Lily pranced through the woods on her way to somewhere
The oaks, elms and maples whispered of her glorious mirth.
Today she has a Rubenesque friend, something new.
Something not often found in the woods, a baby elephant.

How do you know what it is? Asked a mushroom to the moss.
I once saw a photo of one when she was reading a book here.
This amazed the mushroom, who had no idea how to read.
The elephant trumpeted to say “I don’t know how either; it’s okay.”

Who speaks elephant? The mushroom asked the violets.
They tittered and glittered, but were too silly to answer.
Lily stopped smoking for a second to check on Poindexter.
“Are you coming?” Poindexter held up a note.

“And he can write!” Mushroom was shocked at this.
“I thought everyone could write,” a dead leaf said.
The woods were getting a bit crazier every day.
Mushroom felt a relief when the wind carried off the leaf.

It'Ll Be Too Tragic

I went crazy thinking about you
even before other guys did,
I try to be crazier now and take you
away from him; what good
is it to get mad if he won't give you up? 
I've been fighting without any luck!

It'll be too tragic 
to lose you to him and be alone;
let the sky and the stars fall 
without worrying about the range of your rage!  
It'll be too tragic
to lose you to him and be alone,
to let me feel jealousy and madness,
don't let these be the dire thoughts of my revenge 
that I show and have shown;
don't hit me with a flinging stone
and start another chaos:
just find yourself that perfect one! 

I'm going crazy to hold you and make you feel
the same way have been hurting me with your betrayal,
don't come back to hurt me again and make me bleed;
I still have the strength to knock down any wall,
we don't decide for ourselves, it's the decision of fate...
we won't be forgiven for the pain we cause
and the anger we actually create:
who's wrong and who's right to choose? 

It'll be too tragic
to lose you to him and go entirely insane;
it'll be too tragic
to bear this loss in an unconquered zone!

Breakfast For Squids

Oooooooh bagels and bread by golly
Rumors and ramekins, fools folly
This attitude aggregious 
But a knick knack fecicious
Hold a tick, did you say napkins? 
Not for glass jars and captains
A twist off jammed and stuck in a rut
Threads on a screw doing all the scut
A nail has it easy
All smooth and goes in easy
But time and hammer gave a chance
As long as it was done in baggy pants
So a squid with a quiver
Full of arrows did deliver
Down the narrows did they float
But on a paddle not a boat
So he ate his breakfast fast
And wiped the ink off from a blast
Broke open the container
It's no crazier than saner
Built the shelter speedily
With headphones on greedily
Balanced atop a wooden oar
A raft, no no, just such a bore
Not very analytical 
But we won't become political 
Since it was a higher ranking tenticle
Who made the inky wooden popsicle
A little poem nonsensical
Where sense is reprehensible

Madder Than the Other Hatters

There was much chatter about the new mad hatter
He is madder than the other, said my sister and brother
I want to meet him, I told them, intrigued by the new him.
He was a bit crazier than expected, nutty as suspected, on a whim.

How else would he have met the council’s approval? I said.
He was upside down backwards weird, named himself Odd Ted.
He could run for mayor of crazy town, I suggested immediately.
It was agreed upon unanimously, and delivered with expediency.

For if there is one thing we know about our delightful city, Crazy Town, 
It’s undeniably the weirdest, zaniest place under, over, above or down.
Mad hatter turned down our offer to make him mayor and ran away.
The sixth crazy mad hatter mayor that had gotten away that day.

Entangle and Free From His Angle - Via Sally Eslinger

I
Relationships tangle
In many good ways
But when we untangle
There's pain from every angle

II
The language made it easier
One good angle is spelling
Not in spells, or things darker, crazier
A N G L E can unravel for your ANGEL

III
Will you be God's angel, per Hebrews13?
The one with warmth, welcome, or a word
How else are we different as Christian
Unless we buck the trend, disentangle evil

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