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Tommy Randell Apr 16
A bowl of Skittles and I have to take one
A tray of Peppermints my hand reaches out
That painted bench is begging to be sat on
Being told to be silent I urge to shout

Wet cement and i need to write in it
A baby's cheek and my lips are pursed
A puddle of rain and I make a line for it
A bad boys' party and I'm the worst

Door handles come off in my hand
Zips fail just when I'm rushing
And even this poem isn't going to plan
Thinking too fast my brain is gushing

I can't hold back, I have to be Doing
I won't be patient, can't bear being last
I'm the one who wants to get in there
Stand back, stand back - I'm an Enthusiast!
Enthusiasm & Depression are Light & Shade, I know. I do see my enthusiasm as a force in itself now and not just a result of energy. It creates my energy, it is the beginning of my curiosity and my urgency in Life. It is a flame that has to be nurtured consciously daily.
She enters the room
and her ambient light fills
the darkened corners.
Where once there was sadness and doubt,
her loving favor cheers all our mourners.  
Where the world, each day, hurls cruel
barbs at our hearts,
she brings exuberant joy, levity
and the seeds of a new start!
Her warm, voluptuous beauty and
style inspires all who see her.
She generously shares
her sparkling smile and
luminous eyes,
revealing a soul that is pure.
In these troubled times,
her overflowing enthusiasm is infectious!
We need her expression of love, friendship and cheer
to show us a new direction.
Thank you, darling, for your spirit and light.
You have given me a new strength to fight!
This is dedicated to my friend Tish. What a wonderful lady! I am so grateful for her giving heart and kindness.
S Nirmal Kumar Nov 2018
Neophyte enthusiasm
Petered out
Flash floods
Put down your podcasts, pause all your shows
You've gained all the info you can from the pros
While Oprah is smart, and Jordan is wise
The words that they share are but words, not the prize
You can't be successful, or all that you dream
If you can't overlook all opinions mainstream
Some people will curse you, while others cast doubt
To be all you can be, you've got to crank out
Ignore all the fluff, get down to the work
Rise above all the slime and the dark muddy murk
First set the intention and just go from there
Your mind is a blessing with thoughts rather rare
To be all you can be, there is no more try
The doers will do and the others will sigh
You're destined for more, now this much I know
Just put in the time and you'll reap what you sow
Maniac girl Jul 2018
I love you it doesn't means that you can play with my heart,

But if I hate you it means that I can play with your bones.

Pebble and stone,

Leave me alone ,

Or I'll **** you with my cyclone,

Everyone has fancy for throne,

In the river of lust and greed,

We all are drown.


I am committing sin,

Without any shame.

My fake love and my fake grin,

Still, I m not to blame.

Sociopathic and mean,

I am here to defame.

You and your queen,

I am not enflame.

But i oath to make your everyday a malignant Halloween.


I love you it doesn't means that you can play with my heart,

But if I hate you it means that I can play with your bones.

Pebble and stone,

Leave me alone ,

Or I'll **** you with my cyclone,

Everyone has fancy for throne,

In the river of lust and greed,

We all are drown.


Fluency in my lies,

Mystery in the skies,

Fear in his eyes,

Dark and divine abyss,

Pleading and cries.

He thinks that I love him but I despise.

He thinks that it's night but it's somber sunrise.

He thinks that I worship deity but I like devil in disguise.

This is what makes me tantalise.


I love you it doesn't means that you can play with my heart,

But if I hate you it means that I can play with your bones.

Pebble and stone,

Leave me alone ,

Or I'll **** you with my cyclone,

Everyone has fancy for throne,

In the river of lust and greed,

We all are drown.


Be mine or you'll burn,

There's no return.

This is not a game.

Answer me or I'll light the flame.

Don't you dare to runaway,

Or there will be myriad of decay.

Try to delay and I'll slay.

If you think that this is game then let's play.


I love you it doesn't means that you can play with my heart,

But if I hate you it means that I can play with your bones.

Pebble and stone,

Leave me alone ,

Or I'll **** you with my cyclone,

Everyone has fancy for throne,

In the river of lust and greed,

We all are drown.


Even though I loathe you,

I am dreaming your face.

Splendour in disgrace,

Your body, I embrace,

Memory of yours, i try to erase,

Waited for forty days.


I love you it doesn't means that you can play with my heart,

But if I hate you it means that I can play with your bones.

Pebble and stone,

Leave me alone ,

Or I'll **** you with my cyclone,

Everyone has fancy for throne,

In the river of lust and greed,

We all are drown.



So now choice is yours.

Love me or die,

Kiss me or cry,

Miss me or say goodbye,

To your life.

And burn in the fire

Of my hate .

Burn in the fire of my desire.

Before it's too late,

Burn in the gloominess

Of my fate.
Passions, pleasure now feel like a chore,
making my life a bore
and my mind sore.
Tick, tock
Time is valuable
panic rises,
for there is a mental rigid routine to abide by.
But now my soul wears a dress,
which is stress.
Watching shows, self care and reading books
which once upon a time used to be relaxation,
have now become a cross off a to do list.
Losing interest in my mundane life,
I find my breath meaningless,
waking up pointless and have  
life just drag my corpse with time.
There are mountains;
burdening my mind and scraping my heart.
A soul of a robot is what I have,
except that I have a voice that complains
and ears that hear commands,
creating havoc on my mood and mind.
All what I loved, became
‘have to’ and ‘should do’,
a daunting tasks
requiring more effort than it did before.
Life seem drudgery and draining to wake up to.

But It was all about approach and perception.
Digging deeper with why,
I found reasons and meaning behind my life.
It was about relishing in the process,
rather than completing them.
In the errands for others; I searched for joy of my own.
Unleashing creativity in daily mundane activities,
it did not seem robotic no more.
Rediscovering happiness and enthusiasm,
making it interesting by sharing and snapping,
I set lose from the chains of my routine by reinvigorating spontaneity.
For what felt like burden, wasn’t meant to be felt like a burden.
Liz Carlson Feb 2018
this electricity clenching my bones,
these fireworks filling my head,
these jumping bunnies in my feet,
this excitement,
this enthusiasm,
it's filling every inch of my body and soul.
EXCITED
Milson Rai Dec 2017
The vast opening
Of the infinite luck
Dwells upon it.

The limitless ranging
Light scatters
By touching to it.

I hereby only see
What it has to show,
The sacred birds
Fly upon like
My own imaginative fantasies do.

It fences me
But
Asks several queries
And
I can’t answer any with bravado.

I just lie down like
I’ve nothing to do,
Its fragments are
As white as a cotton.

I dare not to see
High upon, as it
Makes me sneeze
Upon vast holy heaven.

The whole roof of
Heaven all filled
With the feelings of
Enthusiasm.

Knows not to bargain,
Knows not to over-gain,
And knows nothing of
Favouritism.

The soft breezes flow
Touching especially
My sight
And
Rest of my senses.

The invisibility of love,
Smell of the air
Smells bright
And
Nothingness dances.

My vision sees
The clear blue cake
With the fillings of
Creamy creams.

I just imagine
I imagine all for my sake
Where my heart would
Only see dreams.

These feelings
Are the feelings
That comes and goes
Touching my
Smiling lips.
When I look upon the sky.
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