"electrifies" poems
The crowd fades away
As chords in every melody
Rings in our ears,
And shivers downs in our body
It vibrates in every muscle
A musical fusion
Almost everything didn’t matter
It’s you, me and the beating rhythm
The graceful posture
The sway of every gesture
It’s a motion adventure.
Feeling the adrenaline pulsing through
Pervading the entity
Beating rhythm pounding, it electrifies the body
into graceful art, emancipating the sound of the music
Captivating the mind, liberating the young, reckless soul
covertly hidden inside an indifferent exterior
A freeing beauty
of movement to the rhythm
A therapy to the mind and body.
Dancing to the music,
feeling every tune
every beat
every breath of every movement,
with Explosions of Euphoria
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC
sun girls:
they’re all bright eyes and warm hands, they’ll kiss you on the cheek. beautiful freckles. glowing skin, sunflowers and paintbrushes gripped tightly in their hand.
moon girls:
dark clothes and a eyes-closed kind of grin, beat up sneakers and an arizona iced tea, hair that shines, they sparkle even in the dark. soft kisses that taste like spearmint.
mercury girls:
smooth talkers, could convince you to do anything. big eyes and round lips, hair tied up or tucked behind their ear. late night walks and quiet conversations.
venus girls:
lipgloss and breathless laughing, soft hands and tummy. kissing their girlfriend randomly. a voice like honey. hypnotizingly lovely. muffled music and strawberry lemonade.
mars girls:
quick winks and subtle smirks. would **** for you. a love deeper than the ocean, strong shoulders and collar bones. ****** knuckles healing over and tight hugs.
neptune girls:
dreamy girls, hazy around the edges. tilting their heads to the side and sleeping soundly. delicate hands and cherry chapstick. hot cups of tea served with knowing eyes.
saturn girls:
sharpened pencils tucked behind their ear. serious eyes with a hint of laughter. tapping their toes and paying attention. books piled high with the pages well loved.
jupiter girls:
moving their hips and applying lipstick. a smile that electrifies you and lips that entrance you. has a hundred admirers but loves the one girl she can’t have. red lights and excitement.
pluto girls:
confidence that carries through the air. tastes like energy drinks and lightning. crooked smile messy hair. continuous movement with no time to talk. gesturing hands and shuffling papers.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 9:16 AM UTC
You run your fingers up my thigh
I sigh at the delicate touch and
Inwardly shudder at my multiplying
feelings, I try to say stop but
the cry dies on my lips
this I want
My body belies my shyness
My body electrifies my senses
no shame is felt as those fingers explore
the stimuli they bring, crash into me
like waves upon the shore.
Higher and deeper, they amplify
the lullaby that in my head sings my
shyness away and magnifies my delight.
Detoxified, I soar like a dragonfly
mystified at the brazen me
lying spent in the moonlight.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
The Secret of Her Clothes
by Michael R. Burch
The secret of her clothes
is that they whisper a little mysteriously
of things unseen
in the language of nylon and cotton,
so that when she walks
to her amorous drawers
to rummage among the embroidered hearts
and rumors of pastel slips
for a white wisp of Victorian lace,
the delicate rustle of fabric on fabric,
the slightest whisper of telltale static,
electrifies me.
Published by Erosha, Velvet Avalanche (Anthology) and Poetry Life & Times
Keywords/Tags: clothes, lingerie, nylon, cotton, amorous, drawers, slips, lace, static, electricity, mystery, mysterious
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 5:16 AM UTC
Dear Colette,
I want to write to you
about being a woman
for that is what you write to me.
I want to tell you how your face
enduring after thirty, forty, fifty. . .
hangs above my desk
like my own muse.
I want to tell you how your hands
reach out from your books
& seize my heart.
I want to tell you how your hair
electrifies my thoughts
like my own halo.
I want to tell you how your eyes
penetrate my fear
& make it melt.
I want to tell you
simply that I love you--
though you are "dead"
& I am still "alive."
Suicides & spinsters--
all our kind!
Even decorous Jane Austen
never marrying,
& Sappho leaping,
& Sylvia in the oven,
& Anna Wickham, Tsvetaeva, Sara Teasdale,
& pale Virginia floating like Ophelia,
& Emily alone, alone, alone. . . .
But you endure & marry,
go on writing,
lose a husband, gain a husband,
go on writing,
sing & tap dance
& you go on writing,
have a child & still
you go on writing,
love a woman, love a man
& go on writing.
You endure your writing
& your life.
Dear Colette,
I only want to thank you:
for your eyes ringed
with bluest paint like bruises,
for your hair gathering sparks
like brush fire,
for your hands which never willingly
let go,
for your years, your child, your lovers,
all your books. . . .
Dear Colette,
you hold me
to this life.
2.4k
His rasping grumbles define hunger, louder than my stomach
complains about the seven hours since breakfast,
Grunts replace the pry of a commanding tongue, eager to devour, or a feathery graze past the
hook in my collarbone, a tender nip at the crescent of flesh that
peeks below my white plastic earring.
Gutturals guide our transition from a stained mattress to a rickety desk where
Frenetic eyes validate the arch of my back.
Wild thrusts push us perpendicular.
Undoubtedly, my howls alert the neighbors.
If not, then the neglected crashes of my plummeting clutter or the unfaltering thud of my head
pounding the half closed window can attest:
We mean business.
The tired floor creaks ‘nd cranks as erratic lunges hasten.
(grasping his shoulders tighter than a lone, wrinkled hand grips the pepper spray in her bag)
I brace that swelling itch, my hips shudder as it consumes, throbs, and then
Electrifies to axons from dendrites.
And he doesn’t miss a beat— more jabs **** my liver.
Jun 1, 2010
Jun 1, 2010 at 4:20 PM UTC
Sometimes,
words hit like bolts
of yellow and blue lightning.
Erupting from their
bottled container,
spattering bits of
charred glass
and gore of the
words that have been contained for far too long.
Reckless in their nonconformity
with what is expected,
what is,
and what needs
to be said.
When they spill
out of painted or chapped lips
like liquid fire.
Fire and lightning
that burns and singes
and electrifies
everything they touch.
Almost as painful
as the real thing.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 2:55 AM UTC
One inhalation of the sky
To separate the murky sea
And reassure you as you cry
The clouds still hover by your knee.
Two puffs of moonlight left behind
As products of the midnight rose
Then let your sorrow be refined
As angels let their weak wings close.
Three champagne bubbles of a laugh
A courtesy sent by a friend
A flash of lightning in the dark
Like vaulting over to the end.
Step four is harder than the rest
As it depends on nature's strain
Abandon sunshine on your quest
And wallow in torrential rain.
And halfway there it's number five
And rhythm marks a saddened truth
A little song to drown alive
A beacon in such inky youth.
A devil's dance at number six
Invest in favouring your greed
Some crime electrifies the mix
Prioritise things you don't need.
At seven let yourself break free
And choke in sympathetic arms
Unscrew the lock and break the key
Because your friends contain some calm.
Except, at eight you'll be alone
Reciting old quotes that apply
And spending hours on your phone
Relating till your eyes are dry
At number nine then, here it is
The scent of fear that smells like grace
You tune your blood to lightly fizz
And brush the tears from off your face
Ten gashes end the whole ordeal
Of shortened breath and shaking hands
Though sunsets bleed the way you feel
No one else will understand
It's not a choice, it's a command.
Now your mind is stressing less
You've cured the chaos with a mess.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
fiery cumulonimbus of emotion
gather ominously on your horizon
fierce silence of a righteous rage
electrifies the very air you breathe
bursts of lightening pierce the darkness
chased by thunder that shocks the heart
shattering the silence with a deafening fury
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
Why sleep
when the words
are running through
the maze of my mind
gushing up through
my pores
in liquid divine
Why sleep
if my fingers could
be interlocked with yours
wrists pinned
our legs a-tangle
souls wrapped
around each other
like the crush of
viscous silk
my breath
entering you
with the purity
of the most nourishing,
ink-stained milk
How on earth to sleep
when this wild restlessness
electrifies my bones
makes me roam into
the caverns of deep
as the rushed heat
disintegrates my clothes
my inner loneliness
holds me in the night
spoons me for comfort
cups my ******* hard from behind
grips my throat
and squeezes me
with its presence
crushes my heart
with its emptiness,
its ghostly weight
tries to steal my breath
attempts to control
my fate
And I do not let it
No way
hell no
I will fight this
to the end
I will keep myself alive
and my soul will wander
through the night air
my womb
will search
for her home
as the blood spills
from the tip of my pen
and my heart beats
in lit
darkness,
alone
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 7:40 PM UTC
Formless words...broadcast scribbling space, their diagram
of poetic motion washes over you...formed on impact.
Dark room's glow in broad daylight--your fully developed
picture...deepest blue of two worlds in one, betwixt vibration.
Hue of the canonized, twanging entire a cloudless sky...
enriched tenfold in mimicry of you.
If only stained glass and silk would wed, search light's
spectrum...distill the most affecting gradation of blue--
then would you see a just replica?
Visionary's shield...where earthen wend unveils the abysmal...
that eyes may remain upon you--till one is ferried, and
vision seen through.
Apogee of seventh sea...epicenter of dancing Nine Muses,
whose round keeps the Blue Flower earthbound.
Blue Flower of the poet's pilgrimage, whose synesthesia
electrifies.
Blue Flower...a nebula pinned to earth, the name of spring
born of you.
The golden section of angels fly their flawless form to you...
that High Art may pray to High Art.
...Blue Flower, commended spirit rife with grace...whose
ceaseless hour at hand holds beauty alone.
Mind, quill to tongue riven--if ever...ever is now--Blue Flower...
ever is Now!
The words of this poet have begun fasting...not to eat of what
they cannot sacrifice...their Blue Flower.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
I crave your presence
the energy
which follows you like a shadow
electrifies my body
magnifies
my awareness
which is always
fine tuned
to you
you are
my personal drug
the high
you give me
is unlike any other
excites my body
and my mind
putting me in a daze
so that I
stumble
over words
embarrass myself
you never fail
to leave me
with a colorful
imagination
one filled
with thoughts
of you and me
passion
and lust
paint the scenes
in my mind
tempting me
to tell you to
get to know
me
let your hands
be your eyes
and see
how my body feels
exploring
new territory
relieving
tension
I am hungry
for you
but I wonder
if I ever do
get to have you
will it
spoil
my appetite?
will I
grow accustomed
to your taste
after a few bites
and become bored
discard you
like a half eaten
apple
no longer
hungry
at all?
alas,
I crave you still
you wave hello
and in return
the smile I give you
screams all of this
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
My weight lifts up
As the sun rises
And the moon and stars hide
Beneath the blanket of light
Honorable mention
Standing ovation
Hands clapping
Congratulations
Loud noise penetrates the air
Static electrifies my hair
Surfing couches on a wave
Of homelessness and "bah, humbugs!"
Clever critters creep crawling covertly
Across the room, I see my face
Peering curiously like a child's
At something new, born into a world
Of nuclear reactions and hummingbirds
Of postulants and female circumcision
Of fried turkey and wrapped gifts
I am the divining rod of this family
Sun peeks around the clouds
As the clock counts down my every breath
This staircase reeks of death
He was the walrus, hunted like prey.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
I have never felt this transparant
All the walls I have been building
Seem to melt since the moment
You stared right through my eyes
And deep into my soul
I have never liked to be this vulnerable
But with the safety that fires from your soothing voice
And the warmth that electrifies me
Whenever we lock skin
I am no longer scared of what you could do to me
I'd be more than honoured
To get broken by you, my love
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 3:15 AM UTC
My Inner Critic
I've misunderstood you far too long
I used to think you ginormous
But I see you're actually small.
You're not a beast I need to hide from
But a child I must protect
Your poisonous tongue was cursed to you
From years of abuse and neglect.
When you're scared, you can be scary
To get attention, you yell mean things
You bring something up over and over again
When you know that I'm not listening.
When I look, you're stuck and screaming
Like you felt and could never express
You see danger and no one will listen
I shut you down like all of the rest.
Sweet one, I'm sorry I ran from you
I misjudged your might and will
Now I've grown and understand better
No one ever taught you the skills.
Instead you learned to fear your big feelings
Because they made you bad and unloveable
But your feelings are valid and helpful to hold
You're on fire, but you're not combustible.
The rage that electrifies your skin
Makes sense and will not destroy you
We can redirect, run through it's end
Then, together, decide what to do.
You screamed that you wanted to die
But we dyed our hair instead
You wanted to take your own life
So we've taken it into our own hands.
Big feelings will always wash over us
I know sometimes that feels like too much
But now I'll listen and we can make choices
That won't harm either of us.
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 8:40 PM UTC
The color green with drops of dew spreading on eternally
The darker woods to meet the green over on the edge
A meadow, dandelions grow waiting to be wished upon
The insects crawl upon the earth not caring, knowing, needing
She meets him here (in thought) too often situations running wild
As in her mind he comes to her with only her upon his brain
No other girl; reality can't touch her in the meadow
His breath descends upon her close, her lips anticipate the same
This wish this kiss electrifies with new decisions made and kept
She sighs alone not knowing if his lips do taste of sweet or brine
He himself becomes translucent, wavers, bends, and slips to nothing
Only here where wishes come to be as real as flesh and bone
Have two lips met so real to her and yet so obviously not
Perhaps someday, even today, who knows the answer, no one does
But for the moment she's alone to wish in fields of dandelions.
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 10:21 AM UTC
You are the light rain; softly falling towards the ground, giving me a calm feeling.
You are the lightning that electrifies me, sending shock waves through my body; consuming my thoughts, consuming me.
You are the thunder that keeps me on my toes; a screaming reminder of what it is like to be alive.
You are the soothing winds that carry me; a tender embrace, a soft caress, giving me peace at the slightest touch.
Yet our love was too much and it quickly became a hurricane; huge nimbus clouds rioting across the sky, a warning of what's to come; the torrential and unforgiving rain, relentless as it soaked every surface and precipice.
We are each other's salvation, rain, lightning, thunder and wind. Yet no one ever told us that we would brew a storm and become each other's worst destruction.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
I.
When you sleep
your spine curls
like a question mark
and there's always
too much space.
II.
You lay alone,
belly down on your bed.
You can't breathe
and you don't mean
to but you cry out,
arms wrapped around
your body,
clutching your sides.
You fall apart.
III.
You want to scream.
You want to scream
because it hurts.
You're empty
and everything aches.
You're tired of trying
and waiting and
waiting and waiting
and always
going to bed alone.
IV.
It is a never-ending prayer.
In the back of your mind,
it plays like a soundtrack.
Please, please, please, please.
V.
They say it happens when
you least expect it.
You wonder if you can
use reverse-psychology
on the Universe.
VI.
You'll fall in love
with every man
who looks at you
without turning away.
Every touch
from any stranger
electrifies you.
You still feel it
three
days
later.
VII.
You write letters
to the Universe.
Sometimes you're
angry but usually
you're just broken.
You're always asking
why?
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 3:41 AM UTC
there are no words
for the way my ski
n electrifies when y
our smoke wraps ar
ound our bodies and
sends shivers down m
y spine because you a
re trickling your finge
rs down my ribs and s
ometimes i can not hel
p but think about how
blood felt trickling dow
n my wrists and by the
time you came around
i was so far gone that i
'm more than surprised
about how someone wh
ose smile is always six m
iles wide could love some
one who wants to be bur
ied six feet under and if i
lost the chance to tell you
that i love you, then i don
;t know where i would be
and if i make my bed in a
grave before you do i hop
e you never pick up the bo
ttle again and try to find s
olace because we both kno
w that anesthetics are neve
r any different from poison
s and if your nerve endings
remember my touch and y
our breath gets short but h
eavy when you think you j
ust got a text from me but
you remember that the te
xt will never come; i want y
ou to know that i love yo
u and that you can make it
through anything and if yo
u do just one thing in my r
emembrance then i want y
ou to never ******* drink
my taste away because no
matter how strong you se
em i still think that my p
assing will make you a lit
tle uneasy and a little diff
erent maybe and i wonde
r if you'll cry anywhere c
lose to as much as i used t
o cry on a nightly basis a
nd will you sneak out an
d walk down to the stop
sign where we exhaled a
nd inhaled smoke and we
held each other and ****
man when i laid on the as
phalt i still wished a car w
ould come speeding by e
ven though that's so ****
ed up and this isn't even a
poem it's just a ****** up
story but if you ever love
d me at all, you won't pi
ck up the bottle- you wo
n't take a shot even if it m
eans remembering the tr
igger.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
I feel like I’m floating
This must be a dream
My vision is cloudy
Light headed it seems
Euphoria electrifies my body
It’s too good to be real
****** memories of you
Which I chose to conceal
A warm sensation slips over me
As blood rushes out my veins
It won’t be long now
The absence of pain
Jul 22, 2012
Jul 22, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC
So frail she is, aged too,
but what I see every time
is a frozen leaf resisting
falling snow and whistling gale.
The grace she exudes grips
every time she passes me
in the morning or evening
her smile electrifies me without fail
In my bones it echoes, I felt
each smile brings instant delight,
I feel like it spreads in to my being
unlike the hollow smiles thrown at you.
What remains after one is gone
is to be felt much later by others
but to make the hollow deeply felt
in absence, their gifts in mind should persist.
what makes that huge difference,
now I grasp, her heart that has seen
many seasons, of human predicaments
and beaten in resonance.instantaneously
strikes a chord, with all, it's music to ears.
And it's a moment none would easily forget
she reflects the timeless grace humans acquire
through a life lived fully in mindfulness
I am embraced by grace, when her smile is gifted.
What remains when she has gone
is a serene sense of fulfillment, for having met
a luminous being, who without even a word
or touch, could make others feel nice and be better.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC
Head to toe,
All the places, I wish to go,
Exploring every inch of your skin,
Flesh, Heart, Mind and deep within.
North to south, east to west,
in this journey, your whole, my quest.
A passage to the secret chamber,
Will unlock for me, a true lover.
Will crawl through my lips,
With a break at your hips.
Every part of you is a bliss,
I would never want to miss.
Attractive mountains filled with nectar,
The sweetest, I have tasted ever.
In mammary glands, a treasure stored,
nutrition for newborns, un-compared.
A joyful and wildest ride,
To reach & delve in the site you hide.
To get drenched in a river that flows,
Where life evolves and only one knows.
Want to seize, fresh blooming flower,
**** out all the honey, I will devour.
Want to make you feel,
That heaven is for real.
Scrolling, tip to toe, with my touches,
Covering your whole, with my smooches.
For breakfast, lunch and dinner,
My apatite, you are my platter.
Sweat from your warm body,
Beautifully resides, tidy
on your skin, each drop
Like a fresh morning dewdrop.
Providing ultimate pleasure,
With intense pressure,
And my naughty gesture,
Will lead you to heights, I assure.
Up and down I travel,
Every stop is a marvel.
A miraculous place, your navel,
Beneath which, next wonder, another level.
Some time on top,
and at time down I drop.
Emotion's playful game, one on one,
At the end both will win.
I want you to feel me in your nerves,
When I journey through the curves.
Pouring my love without any measure,
Moments together, we shall treasure.
I'll dive into places dark & deepest,
Thoughts of you makes me, a craziest,
Yet an act, sacred and purest,
For soul partners, not for tourists.
Your every touch, Electrifies my veins,
Powers up, propelling the plains.
Heavy Storms and thunders,
Leading to heavy cloudy rains.
My love for you, always pure,
Will retain this forever, I'm sure.
A journey that I want to cherish,
Until the day I perish.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 12:39 AM UTC
the sun signifies
a deep bloom of affection
radiant in the heart
a kiss miles in the making
geography of your love
an extra horizon away
eager heartbeats
the ache of a touch
electrifies every nerve
warmth of a lemon embrace
light swims in
now watch how you glow
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
I still remember the color of your eyes that day
it's still my favorite color
they were the color of gold
but not exactly gold
white
but not exactly white
they were the color of the sun behind the clouds
just as the sun rises
and the color of the sun behind the clouds
right before the sun begins to set
they were the color of the star I stared at
while me and another girl I loved
talked about our dreams
(she longed for the cosmos-
I only longed for her)
they were the color of what I think my soul looks like
the color of what my wings were before I fell
the color of a halo,
of God's throne, of
the love I feel within my chest.
they were the color of what a spark feels like
as it pierces your mind
and electrifies your lungs,
sending you into deadly spasms-
and yet, they are glorious while they last;
you never thought you'd enjoy dying.
they were the color of an angel's blade
and the color of the inside of my eyelids
as my body burned away from looking at the kingliness
not meant for me or any mortal-
they were the color of something I never thought
I'd see again,
the color of a place my soul had almost forgotten,
they forged a connection, a wormhole
to something bigger and more powerful
than I could ever imagine.
Like a long-lost brother
or finding your house in the middle of a strange city-
like seeing your mother for the first time and
instinctively knowing who she is-
like I was being called home, to my true home,
and I could only get there
if I just could reach, a little farther...
Heaven is present in everything, I know,
but it was personified in your eyes.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC