Best Poems Written by Caz Leroy

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Sleepless

The clock chimes 3–
I lay sleepless in bed 
My body feels frozen-
I feel like i’m undead.
My thoughts run wild.
Like a horse in a race.
Im like a labyrinth-
Yet as fragile as a porcelain vase.
I try to sleep yet I open my eyes-
Here comes morning, the sunlight comes to rise.

Copyright © Caz Leroy | Year Posted 2024


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Bite

Bite at the hand that feeds me.
Yet I only fed myself.
The meat I ate beneath me.
I stare at my body—
now I have no one else.

Copyright © Caz Leroy | Year Posted 2024

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Start

I walked to the edge of the universe humming a tune— No one else behind me.
Yet I saw a star, who glared as if my past was right behind me.
I asked him—“What do I do; I moved on yet now I have no start.”
He  closed an eye and turned on by to say, “keep walking kid, with that tune to lead you to a new start.”

Copyright © Caz Leroy | Year Posted 2024

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Thank you

Thank you, for being there when my tearful riverbeds -
 flooded down my eyes.
 And when the sun couldn't even dry them.

 Thank you, for being there when I faced -
 the lies, by the one who swore I was the -
 apple in their eyes.

 Thank you, for being you.
 Be cause you told me the truth -
 with no ties.
 
 I've tied us a ribbon made of gold.
 
 Thank you, for being there, and gracing my eyes.

Copyright © Caz Leroy | Year Posted 2025

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Man

To be born in the eye of man; yet to not be seen by the ones who claim they are Gods.
Who am I when man is finally seen by the gods, and they take back everything they lost.
Alone in melancholy, mourning my death, and not their loss.

Copyright © Caz Leroy | Year Posted 2024


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Blur

Tired eyes open to grey
Blurred vision sets dead in stone 
I turn over in bed

Copyright © Caz Leroy | Year Posted 2026

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Jump the gate

Lets meet by the gate and jump it
Hands intertwined as we share nothing but short breaths
In the heat
Our shoes beat into the brush
As we forget what's behind us

And when dusk becomes our dawn
And sweat flickers against our foreheads
We can get up and walk back 
Then jump the gate.

Copyright © Caz Leroy | Year Posted 2026

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