Snoozed Poems | Examples

The Unexpected Plunge of Reginald Cluck

"What are you all quacking about?" squawked Reginald Cluck,
Peering from his coop, quite out of luck.
A drizzle had started, a timid, soft weep,
While others still snoozed in feathery sleep.

"A little rain never hurt anyone!" chirped Pip,
Whose splash-prone spirit rarely would slip.
He’d eye every puddle, a shimmering pond,
With a gleam in his eye, quite remarkably fond.

Reginald scoffed, adjusted his comb,
"Such soggy affairs! I prefer my dry home."
He’d seen the contest poster, a splashy delight,
But preferred his reflections, all polished and bright.

Then a gust, unexpected, a mischievous sigh,
Tumbled Reginald forward, right under the sky.
He landed with grace, in a puddle so grand,
A most dignified splish across the wet land.

His feathers, now plastered, his dignity skewed,
He blinked at his image, delightfully new.
"Let's do the chicken splash!" he suddenly cried,
As the "Mystic Rose" whispered, "Don't hide your wet side!"

And so Reginald Cluck, once a skeptic so stiff,
Discovered true joy in that watery whiff.
He kicked up a fountain, a most glorious spray,
Proof that a puddle can brighten your day.

after rain

After Rain
The audacious sun finally showed up, and green was
the winter landscape, I also saw the sun set just behind
the carob tree, where the almond tree first blossom,
asleep under a carpet of wildflowers and snoozed till dawn.
Over the easterly range, which is the first defense against
Spanish Marauders and the rain on its plane, the clouds
were dark blue, perhaps, more rain tomorrow?
In fading light, a musical note danced down the phone line,
the first spring flirt. And should it rain tomorrow, I will
not be downhearted, this day will keep me warm for weeks.

Snow White

Snow White took an unladylike bite
of a big red apple polished bright
	she snoozed quite a while
	he kissed her with guile
and they shared an afternoon delight

Little Bear Hibernates In Peace

Little Bear parents argued about where he would hibernate this year.
He wished they would be nice to each other, this was not dear.
Since their separation, they had turned mean and sour with each other.
Seen by his cousins, aunts, uncles, and his old great grandmother.

She told his parents Little Bear's feelings were tender and sad.
His mom did not understand, was the same for his angry young dad.
Little Bear climbed up in a chair and snoozed as if it was winter break.
His grandmother said, “I am keeping him here for his emotional sake.”

For the first time his parents began to open their hearts a little bit.
They realized how much they were hurting Little Bear with each fit.
They let him snooze away his winter break in grandma’s chair.
For underneath all of their ridiculous fighting, they really did care.

Morning

Morning 

Morning is not for the morning glory
Morning is not for morning after pills,
Morning is not for the sound of birds
From trees to cold freezes, 
Morning is not for the Alarms 
Snoozed, snoozed and snoozed and off.
Morning is for the new one
New fresh day
Activates the smell of a fresh start. 
Morning is for the brave
Waking up from the grave
To face this life that God has gave.
Morning is for the hustlers 
Shaking off sleep to wear profits.
Morning is for the knockout 
Rising with the sun to knock again.
Morning is not for the sun to rise
But for the second chance to breathe and live.
Morning is not for the sad
But it is the shower of yesterdays pain
Brave are those that rise together with the sun 
To face it eye for an eye
And smile
And push
And drive
For they are activated by the spirit of the new day.

#GoodMorningYall
#Thelivingpoet

Nocturnal Reverie

The sultry night dispelled the light warm breeze,
As he snoozed on the hot sand of the beach:
She smiled and giggled, a dance of a tease,
Till she flew up quite far beyond his reach.

          He moaned; desire urged him to fly with her.

Could he zoom towards scintillating stars?
Achieve a love along the milky way,
Add her in his voluminous memoirs?
Search for passion in dark night's misty ray?
Summer silence held him in tangled blur.

Dexter John and His Wheelbarrow Nap

Dexter John, baby calf was tuckered, he had been playing all day.
He laid down in the Kansas grass, brown enough to be harsh hay.
His fifteen-year-old human cousins picked him up without a peep.
Placed him in a green wheelbarrow, comfortable enough to sleep.

His mother was comfortable resting her teats for a little while
The sun came out and filled the sky for a delightful country mile.
Dexter John snoozed loudly, his dreams of barley, oats and hay. 
He was being weaned from his mother, and this truly was the way.

Bull Daddy came across his wife, with no calf youngster by her side.
Where is Dexter John? He snorted, for Dexter was his loin-filled pride.
He’s in the barn, taking a snooze, giving me a little breathing room.
When he gets ready for some milk, he’ll be back out, probably quite soon.

The teenage boys heard Dexter John bellowing for his tasty mother.
They gave him pats and set him on his feet and he ran to join his brother.
Why did they put you in the green thing? His twin asked, was it a dare?
It was not so bad, Dexter John replied. I napped. It was kind of fun in there.

Alarm

For in the morning dew,
a freshness I see.
When through the open window cold air gushes in,
some kind of positivity it brings.
The rising sun, the brand ambassodor of hope,
brings about a new cheer to life.

In the blink of an eye, 
When I am reminded of night,
A cloud of fear takes upon me.
I am reminded of the corner of the room where I sat and cried.
My hands start to tremble again.
Again was the beast of lonileness knocking my door 

For when the sorrow of life,
flowed down the cheeks every night,
for only the walls of the house had heard me sob.

Like little girl I wished, 
I could run to my dad and cry,
and complain about the world being so mean. 
I wish to hear him say all is fine,
because all these years I have know my superhero never lied.
.But standing by the window miles apart from him,
I know I need to wipe my own tears,
and hide my own scars.
And get up and buckle up for work.
because the alarm has already snoozed twice.

Before the Death Rattle

Once rice plants in golden
frocks danced on my lap. 
And I was proud.

Now the weeds dry my
veins.

Once reapers, bending like
the sickles, lulled me with
their bucolic songs. And I
 snoozed under the paddy
 fragrance.

Now I wake up frightened
by the ‘profit – talks’.

Once the ecstatic moon
rose above the rhythms of 
the night. Moonlight was so
charming with some
 magnetic eyes. And I held 
my chest as a stage for your
dancers and singers.

Now your nostalgia is
twined around me.

Once the monsoon hid me
deep under the water – 
fishes and frogs enjoyed
their carnival. And I was 
tickled by the floating 
canoes.

Now an architect stares at
me. A tipper lorry vomits
the sand and stones on my
face. I die leaving a furrow 
in your mind.


[First published in Off the Coast, US]

Doubt You

3/9/17

Many may doubt you
And think they really know about you

Continually trying to clown you
Because they want to drown you


Getting frustrated when they don't know how to
Outdo

What becomes now new
Eventually is considered old, and either scarce or commonly seen around you

Within the presence of what many consider godly, they bow to

As matter accumulates and disperses all around you

Years in the dark, until there is an essential newfound clue

Undisputable, way down to

The root of it all, something so foul but true

Seen across more than a town or few

And in and out of a house or two

Crowds surrounded soon

So many wanted the fame, money and a crown of jewels

Amidst when another drought had loomed

In a stream where rainbow trout grew

There was several hundred sprouts in view

As stormy clouds drew

Had much more than a stout or two

Wound up on the couch and snoozed

Woke up thankful, resumed progress and was proud to

By: Dalton Ogletree

Out of Sync

I missed the morning wake-up call
The clock alarm, I snoozed right through
I missed the bus rolling past the mall,
that was to take me to my job interview

Out of sync,
out of step with time
Not in rhythm,
stuttering on the rhyme

I missed the one working elevator
taking me up to the 44th floor
Then I missed the receptionist,
going out to lunch, headed out the door

Out of sync,
my plans are skipping a beat
Irregular movements,
my life is sailing on rough seas

I missed my meeting with the Creator,
this is one serious faux pau
I missed making the call to my Savior,
how far can one person fall

Out of sync,
feels like I'm walking in mismatch shoes
My sanity's on the brink ...
why is it, I never miss catching the blues

Its Too Late To Be Writing Poetry

I’m tired and I just can’t stop yawning
It’s stupid o’clock in the bloody morning

We will just have to wait and see
If it’s too late to be writing poetry?

I really need some divine intervention
perhaps an elixir of lyrical inspiration

I drifted and snoozed and finally slumped
and only woke when my head got bumped!

Perhaps a surgeon would do instead
To remove this keyboard from my head


January 2017

Another Round Bartender

Another Round Bartender 


Today I went out for a cruise
By accident came cross some booze
Said hay sir partner
Fell off the counter
Yelled bring me ten more and snoozed


Written: Jan. 11, 2016
Theresa

I Forgive You

You've endured pain
I cannot fathom
Your heart stained
Gut wrenching spasm

For once, I admit
I have no words
Nothing to spit
But useless curd

The anger has oozed
In my direction
I should have snoozed
Gave back affection

These words have meaning
The knife runs deeper
My pride, I'm cleaning
But I'm not a sleeper

Heart on sleeve
Pleading for praise
My fans leave
Self worth is hazed

Obvious, the question
The answer is clear
No need for election
I'll dry your tear

Who am I 
If I can't forgive
If I don't try
Why should I live

God built me better
I'm not here for me
We can do this together
No apologies

I'M Fine and Other Lies

I’m Fine and Other Lies

By Elton Camp

Many of the words we say
In truth, aren’t at all that way

When a stranger we greet
“I’m very happy to meet”

“Your mother’s always welcome here”
When a visit is inevitable from that dear

“Very soon we must do lunch”
But in the gut, you’d like to punch

“You baby’s a darling little thing”
When “monkey” to you does spring

“Your hairdo suits you so well”
To the one who looks like hell

“Your sermon was great today”
When you snoozed dead away

“Why of course you’ll get my vote”
When you can’t stand the billy goat

“Your girlfriend is really very cute”
While in the sty you think she’d root

And there’s the most common lie
It’s when, “I’m fine,” you reply

For social lies we’re forced to tell
To get along with others very well

• Short Snoozed Poems
• Famous Snoozed Poems
• Best Snoozed Poems
• Read Snoozed Poems
• Long Snoozed Poems
• Snoozed Quotes