"energizing" poems
In lonely moments
I stroll the waning memories
when love pure smiled blissfully
deep within a fawning heart
a wistful melody arises untainted
like a steaming enslaved passion
breathlessly released
unrestrained,..
evident
as the pressed and dried flowers
cuddled between life's ardent petaled pages,
bookmarks of the heart
traces of the wild bouquets
that often soothingly caress’d
the energizing tingles
inflaming a tantalizing touch
the yearning empty voids
feverishly undressed,
traced in the hidden sands
of unexplored oceans..
though time and distance
make the bereft heart grow helplessly fonder,
memories fade softly as the summer breeze befalls,
as gentle feather’d touch
the evanescent sunset afterglow
where the earth and sky align
the dimming of the day
loving can heal
the poet’s bleeding words,
loving can mend your soul ―
the perennial dawning of an
unpromised new day
will someday come again
bequeathed like the bluebird’s mirthful song
to bring forth nascent wild flowers’ blossoming petals
flourishing in the meadow of my heart
Someone you used to know
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 7:48 PM UTC
All is calm.
relaxing and re-energizing in the sun.
enjoying the sweet sugar-rich liquid.
With no time to spare,
Enemies zoom by in a flash!
Faster than a bullet
But still able to see its distinct wings.
Flying over again,
Dive bombing, trying to take over.
Both take off into the air soaring all around!
whizzing faster than the speed of light!
Racing high up to the heavens
then plunging to the ground at full force!
but able to pull back at the last second!
gliding swiftly across earth.
shrieks condescend between the two!
As they fight flying over the land
They don't even notice what has happened.
another hummingbird lands
and enjoys the sweet victorious nectar.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
Listen! Can you hear?
Behold! Can you see?
Feel! Can you experience
The change from a female
To a fruitful African mother?
Oh yes, she took the concoction
This morning to prove her innocence,
Yes, she had to go through this
Ordeal to satisfy her aggressive head,
But this passionate love was
According the will of Tweaduampon,
Hmm, the moon has appeared
Nine times over the thirsty land
Of Africa since morning,
Can you behold Asaase Yaa
And Isis watching with their
Eyes of favor and fertility?
For Osiris, the Beautiful Being, can even
Testify the May-rain matching
Endlessly over the wings of Timbuktu,
Ah look! The noon is fast approaching
With excess wailing and fear,
For the Military Hospital
Is burning and bleeding with
The fire of eternal expectations,
Indeed, with success comes greed,
And the gods of blacks is not to ****
Push daughter, push!
Push the pain of this Tuesday joy
Out of your vulnerable soul,
For the Marshall bells are still
Ringing to receive this divine offer,
Hear the sweet voice of the dawn
Energizing the anointed male baby
Out of the nine-mouth old darkness,
Today, a new day is born,
Today, a revolutionary is born,
Today, the gods have given birth,
Today, Kabutu is born,
Today, the history of Africa has given birth,
In fact, magical protection and life
Were behind this gods and his
Divine Essence was glorified with power.
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: [email protected]
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC
Your warmth slid through my body,
energizing every cell,
a tingling sensation.
You started at my lips and worked your way
down
through my throat
down my spine
past my stomach
around my legs
to my toes.
Part of me wanted to pull away
but I couldn't leave from your
mocha taste and firm grip-
my addiction.
I've never loved a sensation like this,
but I can't bring myself to tear away
from the caffiene that is your touch.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
A powerful euphoric sensation rushes to my brain when I inhale the crack ******* leaving me appalled for twenty one seconds to contemplate a super rush of dopamine into my central nervous system that hits me immediately an intense pleasant sensation is felt with a overly joyful feeling. The rush lasts about 2-5 minutes then slowly begins to come down I start to feel a slight paranoia then an uncomfortable feeling sets in midway to the euphoric high and after 10 minute mark I start to crave to repeat the powerful high. Like a thunderbolt energizing my whole body and rushing thoughts come crashing down at the 15 minute mark I begin to feel unsatisfied with myself wanting to repeat the vicious cycle all over again. Once I hit 20 minutes I feel like a cheap ***** who's been used and abused by the drug itself and this feeling of restlessness and dysphoria sets in leaving me once again alone and feeling slightly discontent. **** where can I get more hard again and there I once again start talking to myself creating fictitious illments and materializing maladies. That is chasing the Great White Dragon in a state of misery and despair. I was hooked but now am healed thru the 12 steps and the Grace of Almighty God. I am now 40 days clean and sober...I am sincere and certain not to pick up this again for if I do I'll will ruin my life or better yet put me in a casket. By the Grace of Adonai I praise thee for saving this wretched addict. Now and forevermore in debt with the Lord. Amen!
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
Integrity is the value
You place on yourself
You keep your own promises
You know yourself well
You don’t compromise
Your values, your core
Because that never changes
From what went before
Then you can be open
And give your support
Be flexible
Life just can’t distort
Or toss you around
By what others think
You’ll see opportunities
Not pull back from the brink
You’ll try those new things
With a principled life
In confidence
Not on whim
You’ll always decide
You’ll plan your direction
And not just react
You know who you are
And you have the map
You prepare your own future
On the screen of your mind
Long before it happens
It’s already designed
No matter how adverse
Or how dark the hour
Your hope burns within
And gives you new power
You pick yourself up
Rejoicing in faith
Energizing your life
And fulfilling your days
Feb 14, 2010
Feb 14, 2010 at 5:22 PM UTC
The cool plush ****
of succulent grass
whispering against
bare ankles.
The verdant smell
of rain pelting
the crusty earth,
loamy fresh.
The piercing tingle
of noon sunshine
on the bald orb
of the shoulder.
The comforting touch
the warm embrace
that soothes
the aching heart.
The energizing aroma
of coffee burbling
brews hope
and inspiration.
My filter, clear and bright
illuminates the night
in waves of bliss
Anchored by the senses
I remember
what brings me
happiness
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 3:25 AM UTC
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Bubble, Bubble, Head and Phone
Drop it all:
~
You
Thee
Thine
self
Thor
my
self A
sovereign
ruler
Freya
Smashing
Ontogenetics
O, Odin !
Grace of Celestial
Sobriety
is
To Dive
The surface, energizing
Below
Immorttelle
T
Love
Scented
Neroli
Rose blushes ~ Rose Bushes
Flashes
Appear
All
over
Thou Faces
I
Expressions
Get away with the old Kneipp
Get along
With it
easily
Snow sleet Crystal
Degrees
Uwwaaaaaaahoooo
uuuu
"Boing"
Bubbling Boiling
Magma *******
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
Lightening crashing, thunder blazing.
Skies ripped open by electrical magic.
Energizing the air,
energizing our bodies.
Wind slapping past my face,
Adrenaline surging through my body.
Nerves tense as wires,
Waiting to be strummed.
Expectant silence before the next storm surge.
Waiting...
Waiting.....
Waiting........
Light flashing
Sound crashing.
Reaching,
Searching for you.
Excitement and energy.
Nature
Seizing us
in her grip.
Bringing us crashing together.
Time after time.
Until the winds die down,
The thunder rolls away,
Our bodies sated,
Lie nestled together,
in sweet oblivion.
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 5:35 PM UTC
Her supple and shapely silhouette rests submissively
as the luster upon the soft satin sheets arouses
sensual images of salaciousness beneath the sheen surface
My empty yet enduring eyes slowly engage the darkness
eager to embark upon the elusive lines energizing the elation
as a sojourning moon entices her to endear
Her excelling exuberance... exploited on exhalation
exposing her explicitly; exemplifying the excerpt
of an exonerated experience as the moonlight expires
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 2:33 AM UTC
Your back against the hardwood floorthrustingharderthanbefore--
it's our scent that is now rising,
every inhale energizing
giving Life to our tantalizing dance of ancient lore
GraspSoothScratch
Your challenge is my match--
Walls of fear, fade, crumble then disapp
GropeSqueezeHold
Let me break your mold
GrabPullKiss
The taste of Belgian beer still lingers on your lips;
a hint of you on my finger's tip
enough to savor in your flavor,
not in gulp but in sips
SuckSlipLick
Moans with every flick--
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All my senses lose their tenses,
past and future have no fences
gone now all of our pretenses
5 connectors
5 receptors
1 pathway
to the nectar of your essence.
Aug 11, 2010
Aug 11, 2010 at 12:24 PM UTC
My life a day,
you are golden—
uplifting, energizing,
a light that carries me on.
My life a day,
you are orange—
calm, peaceful,
unaware of coming dark.
My life a day,
you are black—
silent, endless,
and I am lost in you.
My life a day,
you are blue—
brief, beautiful,
Held in memory.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC
I have written poems about rising.
It’s a good subject for poets.
Isn’t a poem itself a rising?
We spend much time revising
what we write and what we do.
There are so many good words ending in izing.
I could write a whole poem
using words symbolizing
so much of life -
it’s absolutely tantalizing.
I watch and read about all the polarizing.
It is a cool oasis lingering here
synchronizing
my words with my feelings and thoughts
realizing the heart of who I really am
comprising ways of saying my truth
without moralizing.
At times it is agonizing -
all this analyzing
how I belong and how I don’t
if I’ll join others or if I won’t.
I look at that guy Jesus
and how so many obsess
about his blood and sacrifice
all the while not recognizing
it’s not so much about our sins
and his need to atone as it is
about the good he did
who he sat with and loved,
the seeds he sowed
who he stopped to touch
on the side of the road.
I find obsessions with power
really unappetizing.
I’d rather spend my time rising
from darkness into light
or embracing my sadness, exercising
and emphasizing what is energizing.
When I do that, it is quite surprising
how creative my muse is helping ME
to also rise.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
People come in and out of our lives everyday some make more impact than others, some we miss, some we hope we never see again, I know that there is a reason our paths crossed, whether it was to teach me patience, to help you get over your fears, jump start my drive to achieve great things in life, inspire me to write the poems that I write daily, show me that I can give myself to someone without fear of getting hurt, finally having the satisfaction that I didn't hurt anyone I cared for, but that I willingly gave them up so they could find their happiness. I am stronger today because of you, I know I can find what I've been looking for, so I'll keep waiting until that day comes. I can't force you to feel anyway about me, I could only show you what I feel for you is real and it could have made you the happiest woman on earth, unfortunately it is not our time, maybe it never will be, we will never know. It is easier for you to not have me in your life because I'm the reason you have so many doubts, questions and unknown feelings. You know I will never leave you, every day you wake up I'll be there with you and no matter where I go you will always be with me, you are part of me now. I'll keep posting my thoughts for you, if you want to keep in touch is up to you, I would never turm away from seeing that beautiful smile, warm hug, energizing laugh, holding you in my arms. I will never turn away I will always be here, you know how and where to find me.
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 8:29 PM UTC
This valley will save me
Two hands
Oil coated & tender
Fertile
Lush
Energizing queries
Twisted grass tuft
Open, quivering
Hope & purity
It’s our time
You said
Answered prayers
& symbols etched
Released whispers
Revelation of lies,
Truths overcome.
Here in the valley,
Lost in my labors
Commiserating with the Devil after his fall
Denying the mountains security
I found disorder
Muddied my spirit
Grabbed tight
It’s time you said
Leading me out
Dark tent and a roaring blaze
With you,
This valley saved me.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 2:02 PM UTC
There she stood
Tall and assured
Charming but not boastful --
An energizing silence
A magnetic pull, all-knowing
Drawing me closer --
A scar I notice
A defect somewhat
An impurity they say --
She cares not to hide it
She basks in it
Pride in memory --
I come to hold her in esteem
Sets her apart
A quiet confidence --
A connection inimitable
I fondly remember
And she revels in remembrance --
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 1:34 PM UTC
Deep within the pit
Front and centre to the stage
Music blasting around you
Your mind starts to engage
Time slows around you
Forgetting your in a crowd
You feel your heart pumping in your chest
The surroundings no longer loud
Feeling like your soul is being lifted
higher up and up into the sky
The colours flooding your atmosphere
You feel as if you can fly
Sweat beading in your hands
Temperature on your skin is rising
hands wrapped around your waist
Spirits are energizing
You tune into the music there
Surrounding you with its soul
I never realized it before
How the rhythm can make you feel so whole
The exhilarating feeling
the rush that it entails
Hooked on this version of me
That is free to go off the rails
Run Free, Be Free
Everything in my soul is Free.
The taste of being this new untamed version,
The Freedom of being truly me
Euphoric
Dec 4, 2023
Dec 4, 2023 at 3:49 AM UTC
This is your life
leave a fire behind
to pass the torch
via karma transfusion
telepathically energizing
racing minds
You've got your whole life ahead of you
To come back around
minute by minute
racing you down
left in the inertia
of figuring yourself out
chase the light
it's passing through the floorboards
where your heart lays sealed
secluded until one day…
she came
simultaneously
slipping up the skirt
of synchronicity
somewhere in time
You had her
And You lost her again
Until you stared down fine art
To bring her back
At the right place
at the right time
of minds' projection
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 1:20 AM UTC
I want to become a diver
like the scuba guys in the Thai cave
risking death to save life,
going deeper into convoluted passages
of darkness to pull life from it.
I want to become a heart surgeon
transplanting energizing mitochondria
into babies’ dying hearts
to revive and save damaged cells.
Oh to receive from the gods of creativity
an infusion of fresh energy
into this old body
and renew flagging cells
with a flowering fragrance
as sweet and unique as Plumeria!
May this diving deeper
be as fruitful now as it has been
in the decisive moments
I was able to conquer pride and self
to reach out to others
whose spirits had frowns
whose life energy was down.
I know: thinking, reading and writing
are not quite enough to reach and taste
the fruits of angels.
Like the classic tension
between “faith and works”
“deeper” means a marriage
of information and application
to get transformation.
And so these moments of writing poems
and diving deeper, rising higher
for the creative spirit
are not divorced
from kindness and reaching out
in friendship, intimacy, and love,
from taking time and spending energy
beyond these meditative walls
embracing life where it calls.
I am a diver and a surgeon
a spark striker, a flame keeper
always desiring
to move
deeper, deeper, deeper.
Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
So what if our ages are months or years apart,
Love lies not in numbers.
So what if our abodes are airplanes or a bus ride apart,
Love is not curbed by distance.
So what if our incomes are millions or thousands apart,
Love is not controlled by dollars.
So what if our Gods or those we think rule us are different,
Love is immune to such differences.
So what if our preference in music is as vast as the sky is spread across the ocean,
Love does not lie in music alone.
So what if our boundaries seem to others as two poles of the magnet;
But yet to us,
We are glued by an invisible bond of gooey stuff that
Goes beyond the superficial stuff
Of colour and creed and cross,
The ties that bind us do not depend on the eyes that see us,
Love so feeling, kind and healing,
Energizing and vibrating,
Absorbing and melting,
Into each other now and forever more!!
© shaqila
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
Brush strokes caress the canvass, coating it with colors
magenta-cyan-purple-seafoam-gray-and-orange-like
-beyond those colors-
This painting is a story drawn from the choices of the artist
sad scenes, happy times, blatant in the backdrop(the mural)
each choice, stroke, and color morphs the painting
into what the artist wants to see
As an onlooker watches, in kaleidoscope glasses,
the onlookers experiences shape that gazed upon
What makes this painting a masterpiece is not the color choices
not the strokes,
not the canvass,
not the onlooker,
not the artist...
but the image of you
energizing happy times and transforming sad scenes in the mural
Scenes of young love,
strolling the park hand-in-hand,
strolling the park with younger us's,
strolling the park as we mature and ripen,
together as two grapes left on a stem,
always by my side,
always by your side
-a thought of you is a thought of me-
Even as we age and crumble (bonded like ancient clay)
we will always hold together,
like ancient clay
One pair of people,
two seeds in an apple,
our union is that of leaf and tree,
honey and bee,
just as you and me,
we're one thought on all minds in this...
unfinished masterpiece of our life.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
With all the world waiting
We turned our eyes skyward.
Remember that day when we all looked through
Our electric windows on the universe,
Seeing old spheres from a new point of view?
Three times again, and again, and again,
Descending on dancing flames,
They scurried, slow-motion, through ancient dust
Who still now remembers their names?
They did the unthinkable, achieved the impossible,
Went where none had preceded, and more.
"Ho-hum! ...another launch, you say?
Is football on Channel Four?"
Mechanical colonists left behind
When we blasted back home in our ships
Drew life in their bellies from shattering atoms,
Energizing electronic chips.
They sensed the heat of ancient fires,
Moon-embers, banked deep inside.
They felt the star-bits streaming,
And the rumbling silent tide.
ALSEP voices, talking to Earth
In chattering bits and bytes
Sent their colonial treasures back
Through the lunar days and nights.
They measured the limb-shocked solar winds,
Changing the charges in sputtered lands,
And vibrating signals crossed the void,
Twitching inked fingers on metal hands.
The footprints and tire-tracks, unchanging, remain.
Like paths to the future, they glisten.
Solipsistic sentinals converse with themselves,
But there's nobody left who can listen.
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 6:16 AM UTC
that pending job(no particular order)
getting qualified to apply to pending job
writing for Excal.
actually doing work, and well
absorb more literature
produce those short story ideas, novel(s)
decisions are made after confronting the no. 3
rearrange room when home next
bulk up there scrawny
where am i living next year
friendships, both new and old, the you know why's
who took my deodorant!
ease the knots in my back
eat energizing foods
a normal sleeping pattern, at least for a couple months
a job after the summer
location and change
declaring my stream
that ****** POLS assignment
an overall comfort
i'm not far off form 20
and i want something to show for it
a personal standard, not to wave but have
why exclude poetry from the list?
written and read
guts to be a musician of any sort
to routinize the gym, or not to? not to.
don't **** away money
a glass of water
cable for my bedroom
switch desks from home and school
a desperate need for space, choking taut
4:18 am is no time to be conscious today
does an inspirational soul exist
i risk time rather than action, too often
do i show THAT poem to HER
*** must i consider thee at all?
how okay am i with my laziness?
how okay is laziness
bringer of bad news, sorry bud, no can do
laser eye surgery
to scoff or bow to the notion of a Happy Medium
too pompous, too cynical?
it's too late for one
a vehicle, real bad
boxers, needed new
materialistic detachment
africa and the world
children?
how do i function in this universe, do i?
hand eye not so great, kind of a klutz
remember everything (faces, time, self) better
do i get promoted?
does anything matter?
will it later?
Feb 19, 2010
Feb 19, 2010 at 12:05 AM UTC
Buildings are like men's ****** qualities...
I surmise as I sit in the shadow of the WTC.
I wonder why two?
One may have been too revealing,
to telling, alone, pornographic...
no mask to that...
I, on the 33rd floor of a Cortlandt St. nag
still get a full eye fill,
but not for long because they ***** anew always,
around my view...
a beautiful Hudson energizing the battery with
fresh flows is forever...
but not for my view...
I wonder who is building that long skinny one?
What about this short fat one?
Who's ******** is this?
I assume its a man's
it is a man's world...
little windows on the Hudson,
I spy natures *****
James Brown;
Man's World
jbm
9/85
nyc
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC