#pounding
My joints ache inside my body
Heart is pounding like a hammer in my chest
Veins are itching with emptiness
It is lonely without the company of chemicals to converse with my cloudy thoughts
Come home
Need you now more than ever
I am waiting for you to make me feel alright
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 7:59 AM UTC
Disconcerted
by Michael R. Burch
Meg, my sweet,
fresh as a daisy,
when I’m with you
my heart beats like crazy
& my future gets hazy ...
Keywords/Tags: Meg, love, lover, fresh, daisy, heart, heartbeat, crazy, pounding, future, hazy, bachelorhood, engagement, marriage
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 3:30 AM UTC
astonished by the relentless pounding of my mind
the threshold has been reached, breached, and unleashed
unleashed to the smugness and complacency within themselves
can you hear the outrageous containment
can they exist in harmony
what to do, oh what to do
Brian Hill - 2020 # 40
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
We love the heart
For how it beats aloud
For none to see and only one to hear
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
i blow the smoke out
along with my worries for the night
i feel my eyes get heavy
i feel my body getting light
see my veins protruding under my skin
hear my heart pounding aggressively within
my stomach yearns for hot food
the music puts me in a good mood
i feel a roller coaster in my head
before i know it I'm in bed
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 12:52 AM UTC
From the tears that fall
To the pounding wall
Nothing stings more
Then the hurting inside
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 2:20 PM UTC
It's a rhythm,
Pounding in my brain,
For words to match.
That's the aim.
This poem has rules,
For which I make
The words to follow
Or the rhythm breaks.
Four lines a verse entails.
The rules are clear to me.
Lines second and last
Must have synchrony.
Some call this rhythm poetry,
To most a simple rhyme,
The words are much more to me.
They help improve my mind.
With every verse I write
New words come to me.
The rhythm and good luck
enhance my vocabulary.
Like the pulsing of a drum.
The rhythm has a beat.
The words, they march to that.
With measure and repeat.
Now the poundings stopped.
The words all written down.
I can rest a while
Listening for that sound.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 8:06 AM UTC
It burns like an acid,
these hot tears,
Tearing through my skin.
The inside of my chest shredded,
And it's your hand this time,
That holds the carving knife.
Through it all, I hear a pounding-
It's my hand on the table.
As some tune's stuck in my head.
I look around at all my friends,
Grins and smiles a blaze by the fire.
And for the first time in a long while,
I join in, and I'm okay.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
demons
hold me back
tether me away from the outside world
i can't go out there
don't make me go
my mind is eerie
but i know what to expect
these demons are my friends
they know me best
why did you decide
to make my body home
stop pounding on my chest
i know you're not alone
there are millions of you
only one of me
i'm outnumbered
please
just set me free
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 2:43 PM UTC
I want someone to look at me
the way I look at her
for them to be filled with joy
at seeing me
heart pounding
from a goofy smile
to have someone want
to spend all their free time with me
I want someone to love me
the way I love her
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
the pounding in my head only stops when my head is resting on your shoulder.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
The heaviest weight drags the heart
and hooks on strongly,
piercing the chambers,
prolonging through all hells of the body
in the name of sanity.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
"Amber Noise"
The amber noise of sunrise
the sable dead tonight
And in between a spectrum
of beings sentient
Accost the earth with myriad feet
pounding as a drum
A frantic beat of busyness
gild vestibule of mind
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 8:40 PM UTC
I write with letters of the silent alphabet
the foreword is a short criticized page.
With my heart pounding and silence as my bed
I notice that my life will step to another stage.
I will not be a poet, I will just pretend
that I use noble and enchanted words
I'll write, but I'll be not famous at the end
I'm going to search for the emotions of verbs.
And the non-colorful muse with which I feed,
will be hiding in the comfort of billions of stars
will feel melancholy this entire universe of greed
my eardrums will have an echo of silence and scars.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
my feet are pounding the ground
but it feels like im flying
my heart is beating like drums
but i can't feel it at all
all i know is that im a few steps away from freedom
can my feet take me there?
maybe i can leap to it
i can't fail
i need this
i need to be free
i want my own air in my lungs
no, not want
need
i need
i need to be free
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
The first day that I met you
My heart was pounding in my chest
But it could have been because
I ran there, to the Starbucks
On the Ave
The one you used to work at
But maybe it wasn't because I was
In such a rush
It could have been the coffee
I've heard that can increase your
Heart rate
Or maybe both of these are wrong
You see, I was born with a slight
Arrhythmia
Which messes with the way my heart beats
But maybe it was my hearts way of saying
This one is the one
There's no way of knowing
But ever since that day
I've been smitten;
Scheduling my whole day around
Getting to see you
And I even remember the first time
I rode in your car
Because
You were worried about me
But it became a regular thing
You drove me home on the nights
You worked a close
And each and every time I fell more and more
And you started to feel like home
Because home is not a place
But a feeling in the heart,
And maybe it was my arrhythmia
But I've felt it since the start
And then you up and left
You moved so far away
But you needed to be with your family
I just wish you could've stayed
So I guess I had to visit
Because I was craving you so much
You see, you're like a drug to me,
You're my ******
My crutch
Because I wouldn't make it
Through every day life
Without your voice to hold onto
And our conversations replaying
Over and over
In my painseeking mind
Play it through
Then rewind
Again and again
I reminisce you
And every time we're together it's like
The world stops
And as we lay together
You tell me
"I can hear your heart beating are you okay?"
And maybe you heard
The arrhythmia
Which is why you were concerned
But my heart pounds in my chest
Like the timpani in an orchestra
And every third beat is half the length of the others,
But that's just the arrhythmia
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 10:52 PM UTC
Sparkly like strings of
red garlands
there lives a little
dustball man
in my lower abdomen
rubbing his tiny
warm hands together
in complete delight.
Always singing
the silliest of songs
his round chubby cheeks
flaming bright pink
just thinking of our kiss
last night behind the dumpster.
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
The radio is so loud;
My father's voice sounds
Like thunder.
The car is too squeaky;
The cat meowing sounds
Like an obnoxious alarm.
My own thoughts are too noisy;
My voice sounds
Like waves pounding on the shore.
It's like someone turned my
Sensitivity levels all the way up;
Like some form of torture.
Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
It's pounding.
It's beating.
It's louder than
breathing.
This wild heart
locked in my cage.
So full of emotion.
Feeling this rage.
Wants to break out.
When words speak
the language.
Feel love in the crowd.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
Not making a sound,
Trapped in my inner self,
With Acid field lungs,
Pounding in my ears
are deadly drums
Caged in like monkeys
Are the voices that surround my head
Autumn burns like fire
Tied to my neck is a short wire
Autumn doesn't scream I'm free
Because it feels as if I'm trapped in this 21 century
Not making a sound
As I'm Connected to that wire
Feet are unable to touch the ground
Here I stand not making a sound
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
My lungs are burning
And I start to sweat,
Not being able to breathe
Is my biggest threat.
My lungs fill with water,
And my breath gets shallow,
My chest is pounding,
But my heart is hollow.
My pulse is slowing,
And my stress is on the rise,
The pressure inside me is increasing,
As tears gather in my eyes.
My throat starts to shrink,
And my airway begins to close,
I begin to fall unconcious,
And blood drips from my nose.
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
In only minutes, surging wind brought rain, then pounding hail into this verdant canyon. The mountain disappeared into the mist, and in its place the full arc of a brightening rainbow. Almost as quickly, the mountain's face reappeared, while more rain poured down, now through brilliant sunlight. The rainbow remains, plunging its feet into the very roots of the valley.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 6:19 PM UTC
You wouldn't be able to tell if their were tears running down my face.
I'm in no ordinary place,
I'm surround in this large case
There's no air,
There is a a light above,
"I stare"
I wonder if I could be seen,
if you would care...
Underwater I am there,
I can no longer bare
My heart pounds,
As a sound of a helpless life drowns
But I will not be a mount of sand
For I will float to the top
By the time my heart stops
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 10:37 AM UTC
caked with wet empty dread
gnawing for moist marrow
i see white lies in your eyes boy (child) clown with lobotomy ice picks
driven through (dripping)
he screams at me (crawling on ceiling)
the grand cosmic joke
no one's laughing (head turns)
ugly dead frozen little boy girl *****
(who is really the specimen)
i **** it (her) {him} [me]
raw till no longer can hear death rattle
raw sour note (bleeding)
bone chips
saw you eat me in my dreams
fried raw and ******
(my liver and onions get you drunk)
pounding some incessant f note
on **** little black dress keys
till dust till dusk till we do part
silly tell tale heart
only haven't buried me yet
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC