Lazy Poems - Poems about Lazy

...A different kind of love Easy, in and out your breath lungs unsullied by cigarette smoke Siesta nap, a lazy Sunday afternoon when flowers are recklessly nude Breath, taking should you stop I......Read the rest...

...Dear my you were, as I know you mever wanted to bear, I won't call you near. Audios like you are for me, preparing in different timelines to see, if I used the same words and never sumbled a......Read the rest...

...CURTAINS Like all exhausted actors, I’ll fold and drop And will this endless production ever stop Do you understand, just listen to me I pray I play the lead in this, so I must have my say <>...Read the rest...

...And when healing has it's own beauty to embrace, I rarely like my past to be rephrased. Because in the past who I was I wanted to time stand still, and thought that my happiness would come bac......Read the rest...

... Hate Lazy Love Leisure Leisure restores Lazy destroys Leisure is production's reward Lazy rewards nothingness 050324PS......Read the rest...

...I wonder how people live everyday by bitterly minding other people's business instead of fixing their own life, like jabbering parrots that have no life of their own. Or is it really true that they ......Read the rest...

...Quote:"In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins." Elizabeth Goudge In the depths of my soul, I striv......Read the rest...

...In this large house, unseen, I wander round, Climbing up cavities between each wall Hiding in secret places that I’ve found. This is one advantage of being small. Here Jack a......Read the rest...

...i only do free verse i rarely make exceptions ever since i learned about it in 5th grade i made a silent vow to myself that i would utilize this new expression ......Read the rest...

...writing a haiku short simple interesting bit lazy also......Read the rest...

...Blue twinges of lament cast gaunt shadow o’er my dreadful pang as a grim mist segued into dark claustrophobic cantons where rabid zeal of hearts once smouldered from magma’s deep red vein Y......Read the rest...

...I was a celebrated, professional psychic, offering glimpses of rosy future; And helping people work through problems, like pink moon, come sooner. I had learnt to talk with the spirits, a......Read the rest...

...Dawn drifts softly into sleepy eyes a serenade of light from the skies Awaking at last and sensing fun is meadow, as flowers lift their heads It must be time to welcome the sun celebrating, ......Read the rest...

...A picnic basket I will bring Inside will be most everything I know you like, and also more I'll pick to try from favorite store A picnic blanket where we'll sit The grass so green, your hair ......Read the rest...

...If I was that bird flying so high, would fear still: be able take a hold of me. Dearing not to look down, at what's beneath of me ? I wonder? If was tha......Read the rest...