"excitements" poems
I remember you
from your beautiful smile
your cinnamon scented hair
your contagious laughter
your nail-biting addiction
your pointless insecurities
to our silly inside jokes
our dumb little fights
our peculiar bets
our goofy text messages
through tears and smiles
you were the only one who understood
my unspoken words
my concealed pain
my unexpressed happiness
my puzzled feelings
counting your days
we recalled our mischievous memories
when we danced in the rain
when we rang doorbells and ran away
when we pranked the gullible ones
when we stole Ikea pencils
when we fangirled over stunning guys
when we were together
everything turn into excitements
moments with you
I remember them all, Grace
it was a week before December twenty-fifth
when the monstrous cells stopped your heart
a glimpse of smile
appeared upon your face
as you're being taken
far away from us
skin turned pale
body stiffened
tears flooded my sight
there were wailing across the room
time flies like a bullet train without you
it's a rainy day today
you've always loved rainy days
sinking my knees in the dew-wet grass
raindrops whisper in my ears
as I brush off the gray snow from your stone
I still remember you, Grace
I still do
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 5:27 AM UTC
may the way that gives way to this accord of may be in awe of truth and not the fruits of disarray
I shall be meditating upon the roads travelled and many discoveries gather that I have unravelled
I shall curl my high excitements and misguided ambitions to unfurl what the calls of the wise unfurl and admonish
In the mist amidst the tricking twists of fits and false gists, may I hold up fists that will seize to desist and delete the disease of fallacy in curtailed wit
In the shadows dark, some pale
may I not fade into the tales of lies and manipulative games
In the guise of dames so modern and fabulously inclined to fame,
may I guage and carry my animosity into the mystery of my identity where only the genuine and real can relate
In the encounters with material and all that deters from the mystic and ethereal,
I hope to remember the real surreal to surmise the reels of fantasy thrills in graphic frills and euphonic trills
However the gigantic systems of the world in money, greed, vanity or lust, may doctor sickness into the souls of the lost and weak:
may my heart remain meek and my vision bright and led by the lens of the soul....
With or without I pray not as a religious pilgrim but a sage seeking neverending Light... ever the more grateful, harnessing the grapes of creation, worshiping a servant's code in humility.
hustling about this rash hassle of life overshadowed by pyramids and castles
remaining true to the cause even when temptation is endlessly bustling about
remember remember the hustle when you were down and out without
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
hot chocolate fantasies
peppermint insanities
keep me warm when im cold
make me young when im old
sweet enticements
sugary excitements
make it real when i dream
stitch me up at the seam
joys and sorrows
yesterdays and tomorrows
this is all for you
ill prove its true
remember me
sweet memory
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 12:56 AM UTC
You hear the vocals of my pores
Calling out for your ecstasy
Baby, will you answer me?
Annihilate my suspire
I'm craving for you to sojourn your lips unto my dermis
Floating in passion, your love takes me higher
With annimalism
Your death grip on my waistline severely quenches my skin
I feel your thunder storming on my frame
Being pounded by my waves
Of this flash flood you made
I NEED YOU
To come and swim deeply into my ocean
Contain my legs from this uncontrollable wavely motion
Surf my waves at each convulsion
Your breath trickles down my spine
You haven't even reached your peak yet
And I have came here
And
Came
4
Times
This visit, I do not regret
I WANT YOU
To make love to me
Like there is a war outdoors
With nature and valley
A war between temptation and flesh
But wait
Not just yet
Because your cinnamon skin
***** my tongue passionately*
Constantly
I melt, into a puddle
Full weight on the floor
That you lick up until no more
I travel my lips up and down your masculine build
You feel my exhaustion
Invading your spine
Interrupting your concentration
At this hour, in this moment
You are mine
And I am yours
Finally tasting those lips I've always adored
My succulent tongues takes a moment and travel down your chest
Leaving my mist dwelling on your buff
Down to the strong man hood you possess...
You grab my neck
As you explore the soft walls
Of my saturating portal
Your head inclines back in full relieve
As I continually, savagely feast
You then explode in great fury
We collapse as if an earthquake violated our terrain
And then we lay....
But,
This is not the end
Welcome, to foreplay
With gratitude, your excitements hardens
And your eyes paint me, you feel extremely lucky
You begin to fill your lips with thanks
But NO
Baby don't thank me
*Just **** me*...
Copy Right 2013
©Patty Ann
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
A pastel blue backdrop
behind three glass frames
not a cloud in the sky
not a plane flying by
Yet I cannot learn to love
the sky without the trails
smoky puffs of vapour
line a day with uncertainty
For a blue sky is bland
without the odd trace
of imperfection, even
birds in formation become
the aforementioned.
"I can't stand to sing
the same song the same way
two nights in succession"
Routine it seems is its
own imperfection.
Give me a grey sky in June
And thunder in peace
A stark croaking crow
Can be sheer bliss
All things aligned,
Excitements amiss
For the brain needs
A puzzle, a challenge...
Confrontation, **** your
Hollywood films and
Normalisation, your
predictable habits
And false gestation;
Astro-Turf fields
And palm tree islands,
Man-made beaches
And glacier skylines
Synthetic audio
and bastardisation
of the arts, your
contempt for nature
Shall be your Achilles
for the world we live in,
the forests and canopy's
are the very providers
Of human abilities,
rid us of them and face
extinction, this is the
nature of colonisation.
The earth which houses us
is not formulaic, It's a collision
of astronomic proportions
every detail as vital as another
Mankind can be primal, Oedipal
and graceless, but respecting your
home is not an optional gift, for
we cannot survive as a species adrift.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
It drives me.
Colliding my heart and my soul.
A night of wondering.
A voice in the dark.
Memories come
memories go.
I lie awake all night.
Even counting sheep don't help me sleep.
Sweet insomnia
excitements symptom.
I close my eyes
and I come alive.
These are the days my friend,
before it all begins.
Revel in these days.
Sweet insomnia comes to me when I close my eyes
my mind drifts
my heart flutters.
My body never to rest.
Forever locked in her sweet sleepless embrace
I bend knee and let insomnia in
ever to wander the gloom.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
These emotions swirl around my mind
Like the glowing leaves outside
Yellow anxieties, orange excitements, and red passions
All intermingling to create something divine
For those who don't understand
It appears disorganized and unnatural
But as sure as leaves return to trees in the spring
My feelings will continue to bloom for someone
More than one
And that's beautiful
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 4:13 AM UTC
uneasiness encore
tearing at the seams
all over me.
presence scruples
as your absence haunts
in the reality.
desire ignites
longing burns
bringing out passions deep within.
I feel
I strive to feel your
breath
whisper
touch
voice
essence
an undone trail you left
lingering every nook and corner.
the heart lies awake
flurry of excitements await
to quench the thirst of lustful longing.
you come to sew up
the undone you left
to enslave with your charms
to take my breath away.
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC
Living in a different time zone, still reeling from past decisions.
Fighting venemous events to no avail,
not letting go of lasting mass incisions.
Excision of life's excitements.
Removal of my livers, kidneys, colons,
but still, I shiver in the coldness
of the living.
Admitting to the voices in my head,
that the Lord's mercy still extends,
into heaven for the choices of the dead,
who did the devil's bidding.
A foolish folly for a younger self,
to fall afoot amongst a rotten hell,
hellish landscape brought into the realm,
of mortals and the bedroom shelves.
All my dreams upon a table,
and in the dusty drawers there lies the pain.
Honestly I'm never able,
to entrust another lover with my reigns.
To fly I must begin to build momentum,
but something's caught up on me and instead preventing.
And slowing my ascension,
Also did I mention,
that every other moment that I spend here in atonement
is a ticking to a redder deathly sentence.
Repentance, with a mix of learned and unearned lessons, accuses those who lied.
Impresses extra stress especially when the ghostly men attend and lean up on my bedside.
I use to shy away but now I stare them in the eyes.
Fear's been long gone since childhood,
when crazy layovers in hazy places
played a part of strongly breaking bonds with those I thought were good.
I've felt my death a million times and dreamed it millions more.
And yet I never let myself fall victim to the final tricks of it's afflictions.
Meaning it's a situation still remaining unexplored.
I know what I lived for, and I know exists a future still in store.
But god ******* ****** life is such a chore.
Lord,
Give me strength and give me more.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
Am human who has fallen
This world is too big
my thoughts vanquished
Am too small
always deluded with it's little things
am chained as an admirer
forced to hang myself with it's excitements
and enchanted into slavery
My heart 'spoke' it's truth
silently,but my actions remain dreadful
the deaf calls to my ancestors
bore no fruit.
Maybe I don't have a guardian angel.
I seek engagement in it's small
pleasures
and i pay with my sanity
Still choking on the weight of my
existence
I woke up and swore never again
but am just a lung full of smoke gasping for more air
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
For Clemmie.
Long sand roads lead
to excitements with buckets and worn spades
crafting barriers to keep the sea away.
*With baskets and cotton swimwear
we’d look into the eyes of each other,
lie next to each other,
be with one another.*
For men will never drop the need to protect,
nest in the trees and wait for the seas:
the seas that’ll sweep up and rise in your lifetime and,
when they begin, no sewn sort branches will
save you from the swell.
*Picnics made from grocery store vegetables,
ripened peppers flown in from
the greater somewhere.*
Take to the skies, you’ll ask those in the know,
but they’re out of ideas before an answer materialises and is known and
snow won’t fall no more, just ice for our sidewalk commutes,
lovely and unfilled;
it’ll take a large span of time for a man to build a sand barrier worthy of note and fame.
*You take me back 63 years
every time I look at you.*
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 2:45 PM UTC
I’m
Sitting here On the
mountain top
Watching the sunrise
With
a cup of coffee in hand
today’s
paper on the other
I’m reminded of the
Life I ought to have
And
How blessed I am
To be alive
Oh my
What a beautiful
Scenery
Nature surely knows
How
To put on a show
The Trees are creaking
And moaning in the
wind
The snakes are hissing
The Goats are bleating
The bears are growling
The bees are humming
And buzzing In a
distance
Birds high on the trees
Clapping for the rise
I swear
Excitements had them
Singing all morning long
Even had
the leaves dancing
For joy
And
Luckily for me
I was there
With my cup of coffee
In hand and today’s
Paper on the other
To capture the moment
Of a
Perfect performance
By Nature
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC
and again today he whispers to your ears
"You are never good enough"
but you have your eyes shut
while you pray to god
seeks his mercy and forgiveness
Its the work of the devil...
He wants you to give up,
He sweet talks and convinces you..
he wants you to think you're in adequate
incompetent, incomplete in the eyes of our god,
the devil tries to throw doubt in our hearts
He wants to despair of Allah's mercy.
The devil will sit on all man’s paths
Till you succumb and surrender
Till you doubt your faith.. and virtue
Keep on seducing you....
Lure you with all the excitements
Don't fall for this devilish trick.
The whispers are not songs...
But a poisonous devil in disguise...
Regardless of how bad you've been as a person
How many mistakes you've made
How many lives you scarred and tortured
in your life
God the creator wants you to repent,
He wants you to try again,
He wants your sincere effort
no matter how many times you slip and fall,
so never despair of His Mercy and Forgiveness.
The devil whispers...
Get ready your weapon
take hold of some pebbles in your hand and throw
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
Divine your soul's degree it is the sucker
Of rotting mind flesh off the bright light core
A red flashing neon exploding door
To heaven is causally over
Looked for excitements and anger little
Rubber hammers of perception tap mind
Tendons born formed or this life conditioned
And we **** **** **** our days away as chattel
To fault-full man-made process rationaled
Buy this! Get wet for this! Dream this! Consume your
HOLE LIFE CONSUME!!! and sigh the wish for more
Stoppage is not in time just now crafted
Body movements speak louder than words blow
Chunks!!! there's a full heap of actions to go
Feb 19, 2022
Feb 19, 2022 at 1:16 AM UTC
This wild being,
this State of flux,
this simmering smear
flooding the pure empty nothing.
This mess of splintering sparks
showering out of the deep dark
like dotted dice in awkward tumbles.
This misfit unfolding of stuff
with its difficult excitements,
dimensions and velocities,
describing laws of gravity
and the functions of our physics.
This formal structure of strictures
that fumbles at the hems of ghosts
now shocks the senses with corners
and the hard fabric of substance
This insignificant star dust
blustering in boiling eddies
disrupting the vague vacuum
with material surfaces
that jar against the ever present tense
This sprawling and reddening shift
of blue sky light brimming in domes
This semblance of solidity
This striving galactic ocean
beyond all forms of measurement
All this
and yet each night I sleep
in the disassembly of dreams
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
Here I am looking at you from afar,
With my heart that’s full of scars.
Here I am crying silently,
Hoping still that you will glance at me.
Simple dreams were shattered,
And life left me battered.
Another hope was torn apart,
And from this world I want to depart.
But I guess this is how life goes,
And this is how the river flows.
I can do nothing but let it pass,
For I am sure this encumbrance will last.
I asked myself why not fight for you,
I answered, “I will if you feel the same way too.”
It pains when I couldn’t fight for my loved one,
But how can I battle for you if I am not your special woman?
Dear I know you are perfectly happy,
And my heart is also trying to set you free.
If I love a man, I should let him go,
Even if my own self is my foe.
Please don’t look at me like that with your eyes,
Those eyes that made me hypnotized.
I don’t wish to dream and hope again,
And then leave my heart to breakin’.
All these years I kept my love for you,
But now I know that I have to let go.
The fact that you’re taken now dear,
Look at me, I still smile with my eyes full of tears.
I still laugh the way that I used to,
You never knew what I’ve gone through.
I still have my friends to be with,
But I wish it’s you I want to talk with.
I never regret to feel these emotions,
The excitements and depressions.
I know it’s part of life and I have to accept my fate,
I know also it’s not early to love and it’s not yet late.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
Astonishingly crass and
Brave in all situations
Comfortable in all quandaries
Daring beyond belief
Elegant and poised
Furious and feisty, fueled by anger
Grand individuality with a
Heart of ice and hate
Irreverent and haughty
Jester of pride, sarcasm, and sass
King of bluntness
Lively, rambunctious spirit
Mastermind of
Neuroticism, never in
Oblivion because
Pressure cannot persuade me
Quick to speak out against the wrong for the
Right reasons but truly
Selfish motives
Tainting the
Ubiquitous notion that every altruistic attitude springs from
Very bubbly and confident people
Wandering through life with the Greek concept
Xenia exhibited on the sleeve
Yelling boisterous excitements that could a game
Zoning in on all the end goals
These are the misperceptions
That create me
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
We always gonna have people that wants the upper hand on you.
The blackmailer or back stabbers trying to get ahead of you.
They tries to manipulate you in many ways.
Only accomplishing it.
When you give them the power too.
The upper handers.
Who really are the insecure fools of society?
Oh, they come in many degrees.
From the rich to the poor.
They live for excitements that's not theirs.
But yours.
And when their world comes crashing down.
Then they pretend they didn't create any type ruckus.
From the politicians to the mobsters.
We have seen it all.
Once entrapped, they wants to tell it all.
After they found that the upper hand isn't all about power.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 10:05 AM UTC
and he whispers close to your ears
" you are the most beautiful ...."
his lyrics lulled you to sleep
" heaven is here on earth"
The whispers are not songs...
The lyrics are ....But a poisonous venom
There is devil in disguise...
Who will sit on all man’s paths
Till you succumb and surrender
Till you doubt your faith.. and fall
into the hands of evils
The tireless whispers....
Keep on seducing you....
Lure you with all the excitements
and drown you within...
The devil whispers...
Get ready your weapon
take hold of some pebbles in your hand and throw
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
As close to beauty as I'll get , serving extra excitements for a forbidden wonder of which not to cross ,
even in the demented plains that hunt me down, and take my mind on a trip to the Atlantic frost,
Brain freeze is all,
But i insist I got there for all the beaches,
Girls eye glued to you, stuck like leeches,
If you can't accept the basics,
And you lead all the frustration,
Then you ever being happy is out of the equation,
Come to Flagler beach we'll have a fun time,
Let's not get in to some altercations,
Please!!
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
I wonder if I ever truly loved someone
Or these memories of past fires are fraudulent
Tiny lies so I can talk to my friends about the mundane
Useless drama, useless talks, little excitements
Little spats.
I'm tired of these tiny lies I tell to myself
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 12:10 AM UTC
A bard always inscribes...
A verse or two of innate sentiments,
that convey substantive expressions.
Like an ode that tells a story of love,
or a melancholic sonnet about solitude.
Quite an elegy of suspense depicting courage,
better yet a limerick of an adventurous quest.
And best couplet enthusing excitements
of an epic account of human endeavors
narrate explicit poetic phrases.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC