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"excitment" poems
The feeling of swimming underwater, missing someone, standing on top of a mountain. The feeling of shedding tears over a movie, excitment over a kiss, running for no reason. The feeling of jumping up and down over a song, smiling to birds, being lost after a drunken night out, is what we should live for.
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
What we should live for
Amongst the tall grass everything is short and everything is quiet amongst these walls of forts nothing can be seen, amongst the waves of green but yet the vermin move by invisible trails I deem And only in the tall grass where time and space don't move fast the blades of grass conceal mass for demons that strike fear fast and birds dare not land too quick for creatures just like arsenic are quick to make the grass twitch and slowly move away so perhaps don't choose the tall grass only move on safe paths and maybe if you move fast you'll even get away and here I wait in silence alone, I am an island and when you see the grass twitch you know I've been that way excitment isn
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Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 8:30 PM UTC
Tall Grass
I wanna live an absurd I wanna live in pain I wanna feel excitment And dance in colored rain You are the one who made me Feel alive again You are the one who taught me Cruel rules of this sweet game You are my grug, my teacher My love, my dark champagne In my dreams you're the torture My absurd, my bright pain
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
The Absurd
Today I lost a dear friend. She loved with unconditional love; the type you can not buy or barter she would instinctively know when I was near and would wait patiently by the front door a 6th sense beyond what we see or what we hear what we think we heard or what we thought we saw. She had golden hair with flecks of mottled brown smiling eyes that knew friend from foe loyally walk side by side without fear in the darkest places where ever we would go I remember that time before; id broken up with a girl of 5 years she knew something hidden was very wrong, although I hid the tears, let the feelings cower she sat upon my legs, a paw on each shoulder nestled her head into my neck and hugged me for at least an hour She was a lady of grace, with the poise of pedigree with an open heart for those close she loved; her immediate family, close friends and me. She would've made a winning frisbee catcher that'll be the greyhound whippet in her genes zig zag sprinting faster than the wind itself hares and foxes was her excited prize lay low among the undergrowth unseen other than her piercing forever watching eyes Yesterday, like any other day she dug for stones chased her reflection on the water and stood guard as we slept little did we know the excitment of a fox to chase would stop her heart and for hours after my father, who kept his emotions in check, was left speechless and bereft   as he uncontrollably wept. Today I lost a dear friend, a companion like no other an amalgamated sense of loss, like a sister from another mother. Her last breaths, there are no words to look upon her slowly glazing eyes wrapped in a shroud and placed in a box she will be sorely missed departed from the ones she loved to the land of the chasing fox; muted words exchanged - the last goodbye the forever kiss. Corrie Rest in Peace 1999 - 2013
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Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC
Forever Chasing Foxes
Today I lost a dear friend. She loved with unconditional love; the type you can not buy or barter she would instinctively know when I was near and would wait patiently by the front door a 6th sense beyond what we see or what we hear what we think we heard or what we thought we saw. She had golden hair with flecks of mottled brown smiling eyes that knew friend from foe loyally walk side by side without fear in the darkest places where ever we would go I remember that time before; id broken up with a girl of 5 years she knew something hidden was very wrong, although I hid the tears, let the feelings cower she sat upon my legs, a paw on each shoulder nestled her head into my neck and hugged me for at least an hour She was a lady of grace, with the poise of pedigree with an open heart for those close she loved; her immediate family, close friends and me. She would've made a winning frisbee catcher that'll be the greyhound whippet in her genes zig zag sprinting faster than the wind itself hares and foxes was her excited prize lay low among the undergrowth unseen other than her piercing forever watching eyes Yesterday, like any other day she dug for stones chased her reflection on the water and stood guard as we slept little did we know the excitment of a fox to chase would stop her heart and for hours after my father, who kept his emotions in check, was left speechless and bereft   as he uncontrollably wept. Today I lost a dear friend, a companion like no other an amalgamated sense of loss, like a sister from another mother. Her last breaths, there are no words to look upon her slowly glazing eyes wrapped in a shroud and placed in a box she will be sorely missed departed from the ones she loved to the land of the chasing fox; muted words exchanged - the last goodbye the forever kiss. Corrie Rest in Peace 1999 - 2013
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My sister is a dreamcatcher dancing in the wind. Following every gust of excitment, every breath of desire; she collects passerbys dreams and leaves sunlight in her wake.
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
A metaphor for my sister
Humans can be cruel am left to reminisce on the brutality The look on  your faces Excitment, fears and tears Why do you invent things that will harm you Overwhelming your brain I've heard violence begets more of it all alone in a world gone mad next time I'll pull the world underneath you You defame death but life made you suffer I promise you life after death Or maybe the sun won't rise tomorrow Life isn't fun till you see your enemies jealous I promise you today death will be more painful I'll turn you into a morgue ****** with much enthusiasim my intentions are wicked thoughts lethal I've set out to conquer very sinful, fearless secrets
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Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
Terrified
My breath short speechless and wrenching as your hand brushes across my stomach delicate and concentrated Painting a picture a step closer and your face is beside mine I rest my face on your neck eyes closed in acceptance the way your hips move slow and seductive lure me into leaning in for the motion your gaze dilated and glazed full of lust and excitment my chest beats so close to yours as beads of sweat form upon it The heat in these moments is hotter than hell and I cant seem to get enough of it You pin my hands to the wall and I kiss you in surrender and submission The way things are going I'll fight the dawn and delight in this night forever
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Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 12:24 PM UTC
Hotter than Hell
When the clock strikes at four my mind will not be at rest anymore, when the clock strikes at four this little energy i have will be fully drained, these pillars of mine will be very weak and unstable to hold my body  anymore. When the clock strikes at four i will be tired of forgetting, my hand will not be able to keep the pen dancing,.my thoughts will be saturated by you i cannot do it anymore i can hardly bare sitting here anymore. Its a Friday After such a long day yesterday. Tomorrow is Saturday And thanks God that i will be home tonight. I shall fail to cope because my mind roams in thoughts saturated by my plans for tomorrow. It is 8o'clock on the wall, the moment for me to start trying to solve for X's at nine i will have to retell the story of Animal Farm, the death of Othello and anylse those poems. At 10:30 i will be free an additional language always makes my day. But when the clock strikes at one my soul will be gone and my body will be shut down, i shall await for the clock to strikes 3:30 before some little excitment kicks in. When the clock strikes at four, i shall carry my bags with me and get drifted away by the wind like chaff. I shall find my way home, only to get a peace of mind and a hot bath. And then think about you until i nearly drawn, when the clock strikes at four, i know i will be going home today.
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
When the clock strikes at four..Part 1
A buzzing in the air excitment We're finally leaving lets go already Just another hour.. We've been waiting all year All the saving finally paying off It's here. It's here. So tune up those strings. We're here to play
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
Tour
It's after the magic happens. It's our own personal time, when time stops, When our eyes make four, and in that moment my heart drops. We understand that no place is better than here. Where love in our hearts is the only imperative thing, Our fingers entwine, I'm your Queen and you're my king. Everything about you seems different, yet somehow still the same. Here you have my heart, you can be the  puppeteer, I don't mind the submission, I'll gladly volunteer. You have my undivided attention because the look we're giving each other cannot be divided. Your body is warm like a summer's day, I can't for the life of me explain this feeling in my chest, not even in the most simplest way. I'm speaking but your eyes are focused on my lips. Forgetting what I said, I'd rather not bother, It's probably two minutes, maybe ten, but it feels like forever. The emersion of the sun breaks our gaze. Now it's that time again to cut our ties, It's unfortunately time to say our goodbyes. I yearn for our time once again. With an aching heart I give you the final kiss, You leave and the sweet smell of your perfume is stuck on my body, that I'll truly miss. I look through the window. You open the cardoor. "Wait", I silently say, but you could hear me no more, As you go to put one foot in, an abrupt pause I saw. It's like your heart heard mine. A sharp turn and there you run, The sound of the door open proves that both our hearts beats to the same drum. I stood there, and multiple the emotions hit me all at once. You were like a cagged animal being set free, Fright, happiness, excitment...all rapidly came over me. In your arms you held me, as we manage to make it up the stairs. The atmosphere is silent, cool and absolutely beautiful, Your skin seems to glow more, I could see into your soul, it's wonderful. Back to the bedroom we walked. For after we made magic, we would pillowtalk.                     ~Gabbriella with 2 b's~
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
Pillowtalk...
It's after the magic happens. It's our own personal time, when time stops, When our eyes make four, and in that moment my heart drops. We understand that no place is better than here. Where love in our hearts is the only imperative thing, Our fingers entwine, I'm your Queen and you're my king. Everything about you seems different, yet somehow still the same. Here you have my heart, you can be the  puppeteer, I don't mind the submission, I'll gladly volunteer. You have my undivided attention because the look we're giving each other cannot be divided. Your body is warm like a summer's day, I can't for the life of me explain this feeling in my chest, not even in the most simplest way. I'm speaking but your eyes are focused on my lips. Forgetting what I said, I'd rather not bother, It's probably two minutes, maybe ten, but it feels like forever. The emersion of the sun breaks our gaze. Now it's that time again to cut our ties, It's unfortunately time to say our goodbyes. I yearn for our time once again. With an aching heart I give you the final kiss, You leave and the sweet smell of your perfume is stuck on my body, that I'll truly miss. I look through the window. You open the cardoor. "Wait", I silently say, but you could hear me no more, As you go to put one foot in, an abrupt pause I saw. It's like your heart heard mine. A sharp turn and there you run, The sound of the door open proves that both our hearts beats to the same drum. I stood there, and multiple the emotions hit me all at once. You were like a cagged animal being set free, Fright, happiness, excitment...all rapidly came over me. In your arms you held me, as we manage to make it up the stairs. The atmosphere is silent, cool and absolutely beautiful, Your skin seems to glow more, I could see into your soul, it's wonderful. Back to the bedroom we walked. For after we made magic, we would pillowtalk.                     ~Gabbriella with 2 b's~
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Nesting Time Jackdaws were gathering nest sticks today excited with beaks full then flying away Birds picking the lint that I took from the dryer with every piece the excitment got higher Oh what a beautiful and simple sight the pleasure they take in the joy of their flight Each of their sticks and the lint is a treasure I hope one day I can have such simple pleasures
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Apr 2, 2011
Apr 2, 2011 at 8:19 AM UTC
Nesting Time
skater kids doing flip tricks motion of a jelly fish they glide they move faster then space and time in thier minds there rulers of this city and how they make it look so pretty they tremble with excitment carvin there names into history twish twish the sound of there shoe laces rubbin the pavement they roll front and center spray paint cans in hand tag there names across the land bandanas cover there faces they leap the staircases they are merely a imagination swoop in grab a few cases drink while they ride taking pictures of the night sky with no camera but plenty of eyes oh how they move the wind carries them in a silent groove how do we understand this nature of kids kicking and pushing into a future full of trial and error they have there own flavor a taste of danger aromas of marijuana lingure in the crisp air the wind flows through thier hair they have not one care they have there own melody metal clinking wheels scrapping car horns screaming as they come flying into traffic because that gap could've been tragic when they land it they know that it was some kid of magic they kick on pushing wheels creaking like floor boards in the attic tired they ride till the sun brings its shine when all there wonders can be seen by any traveling eye
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Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 7:00 PM UTC
skaters melody
Soundwaves Break Vibrating through as his heart swells Building up sensations an unignorable spell Releasing an excitment so divine he slides out of his hiding and begins to rise
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Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 5:59 PM UTC
Snake Charmer
Act , with a a Pen in Your Hand Claim Now Your Decree He is Mine Just as You Are That's my Flame A Heart for a Mind A Body for the Flesh Instant Messanger of the Soul Ravi's Wife For the Moment Calls Me to Its Excitment And It's Lust
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
Husband
I saw her on the side of the road Her thumb was scrapping the sky I couldn't believe what I was seeing She was standing where love goes to die I asked, "Where you headed hon?" She just smiled and climbed on in I put my love life back into gear But she was just lookin' for sin "This is as far as my heart will go" She made it clear to me "I just like the honeymoon And that's all it's gonna be" She was ready to double-down on love Even though she had no idea what came next It didn't matter if she won or lost Her heart was used to writing that check I was maybe just the next ace But gambling was her life She just liked the excitment She didn't care if she became my wife This is as far as her heart will go She made it clear to me She just likes honeymoons A beauty queen won't settle down for free For a moment I thought I saw it She was telling me she's been hurt before Just when I thought she might settle down She started looking at the door This is as far as her heart will go Just to the next stop She'll ride with you for a while But soon you'll be alone on that blacktop
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Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:01 PM UTC
That's As Far As Her Heart Will Go
just a sliver of silver the orb's bright edge peeking out behind a dull gray silhouette falling to the horizon in line with L. A.'s flight path the darkness came early tonight will the stars come out in the moonlessness? once laid my back in pitch black on the sand at the Salton Sea sky gazing excitment stole my sleep as eye witnessed the galaxy is it an illusion like water in the desert or are the stars so numerous they appear milky? I look for him in winter three close stars in a straight line Orion watches over scorpions and dogs I follow the Big Dipper pointing to the North Star sky's center the mother of all constellations they encircle her each telling her their stories in turn the Ancients looked up and listened transcribing what they thought they heard now-a-days with science preferred to mythology and exact measurements to imagination the stars twinkle silently mocking us in mute mystery and unshared secrets gaze upward in wonder of the tales they hold paying homage to their beauty and tranquility listen carefully and patiently for their whispers you may still hear a story or two as they teach us to dream
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Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC
Reaching Upward
I feel, I love, I cry. All the time I feel something, maybe passion maybe anger maybe sadness maybe excitment. But i never stop feeling. I find myself conpletley lost in my imagination lots of the time. I find myself confused, never knowing what to think or do or say. I see myself as never good enough, i want to be like the others. I see myself as ugly or fat or too skinny or full of spots or stupid or a nerd. What am I? I'm a normal teenage girl, trying to find herself.
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
What am I?
It's like a distant call of a well known ghost. Change breath's heavy apon the wind. She yerns to know the other end of rejection. Two broke souls rich in the passion of a uncertin day. No money can touch that excitment of just what comes next. Sweet mercey we exist on a favor we cant repay. A old radio and room no bigger than postage stamp. ***** windows give the best moonlit visions indeed. Five star dream's I'll take a greezy burger and cold beer my hand inbetween her thighs. Her eye's speak the direction we shall take. A devilish grin a twisted snake of plessure leading to a old bed's dusty retreat. But millions can't taste this moment. Inside her plessure I grasp a key turned towards the locked vessel to which she does give. My nights are rich in splendor. And a endless river in thought.
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Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC
Through Curtain We Call
Had hit five hundred pounds my wife and I living in our tiny bunker of concrete waiting for the food truck to deliver to our door. The outside world had a startling hum of trillions of insects which were ******* up all the air we knew it was just a matter of time. Darkness often descended and all we knew was our hot breath breathing on each other in the tight small space breathing each other's moist air. The bunker was heating up hotter and hotter which meant the fans were clogging up with the bodies of the insects and in my horror it meant I would have to go outside to clear the vent. Outside Outside I had not been For I can't remember when. The encased cave to the ladder the walls closing in while insects smacked their bodies against the sides trying to get inside. I crawled with suffocating breath Mice rats bats Sewage dripping as the walls tightened around me. Finally a tiny light lead the way from the cave to the ladder which would take me up to the top where the vent was clogged. I climbed that ladder up up up choking and gagging and spitting out wings Spiders crawling On my skin And my nostrils in looking down falling down in my mind with each and every step and having to stick my hand inside the squished and smashed remains to find the screen which  kept them out and us inside. I wasn't sure how I would survive. Finally my task was achieved and down the rickety shaking ladder I went back through the cave to our tiny shelter and as I went inside my wife in her excitment knocked us over. We lay rocking on our backs like two turtles unable to get up. And there we lay total helplessness in our last days.
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Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
Phobic Future
Had hit five hundred pounds my wife and I living in our tiny bunker of concrete waiting for the food truck to deliver to our door. The outside world had a startling hum of trillions of insects which were ******* up all the air we knew it was just a matter of time. Darkness often descended and all we knew was our hot breath breathing on each other in the tight small space breathing each other's moist air. The bunker was heating up hotter and hotter which meant the fans were clogging up with the bodies of the insects and in my horror it meant I would have to go outside to clear the vent. Outside Outside I had not been For I can't remember when. The encased cave to the ladder the walls closing in while insects smacked their bodies against the sides trying to get inside. I crawled with suffocating breath Mice rats bats Sewage dripping as the walls tightened around me. Finally a tiny light lead the way from the cave to the ladder which would take me up to the top where the vent was clogged. I climbed that ladder up up up choking and gagging and spitting out wings Spiders crawling On my skin And my nostrils in looking down falling down in my mind with each and every step and having to stick my hand inside the squished and smashed remains to find the screen which  kept them out and us inside. I wasn't sure how I would survive. Finally my task was achieved and down the rickety shaking ladder I went back through the cave to our tiny shelter and as I went inside my wife in her excitment knocked us over. We lay rocking on our backs like two turtles unable to get up. And there we lay total helplessness in our last days.
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That inexplicable fluttering in the stomach a feeling in the air almost like held breath if you keep still and silent you can almost hear something coming not music not voices but a silent tension that heralds and i feel if i wait long enough something exciting is going to happen to me any second now if i can just keep still and quiet enough... although what i expect to happen at my age i don't know it happens at the begining of every summer and I feel a girl again full of breathless inexplicable excitment where you know anything can happen and will...
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 5:06 PM UTC
That strange spring tingle
I remember the first time I laid eyes upon you. My heart raced with excitment, palms sweaty, nervous speech. We exchanged out letters, snuck down to the river to see you. Exchanged kisses and stories. I remember asking myself... Is this lust or love? The often confused quote. I left home for you, got engaged to you, tried for kids with you, wanted a life with you, and never stopped. Things began to fade... Lust or love? Lust or love, I would think... I cornered myself with this question, never knowing the answer. Now looking back... Love. Lust doesn't burn like this. Lust doesn't feel this way... That question ruined us, and you don't even know. You had no idea of this part of me, how icy of me. I'm cruel, i'm rude, i'm human. Don't fall for lust.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
Lust
I still can't believe the time has come The time to start our story I thought it would be years from now That life would bring us this new glory We've discovered each other in a new way No longer are we just a friendly duo Intimacy, affection, excitment Lovers with a new flow I've been dreaming about you Throughout the day and night When you're around me, I smile Perhaps it was love at first sight When we are separated By life's many obligations All I think of is when I'll see you next I must practice patience I never tire of having you near It's what I die to feel When I feel your touch That's when I know it's real Our love has been long awaited And it's now our time to shine You're so special to me My favorite thing is calling you mine Come on baby, light my fire Try to set the night on fire I want to be in love with you The time to hesitate is through
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Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
Light My Fire
Delighted and gleeful Anxious and exhilarated Gitty and Filled with joy Seeing new angles Switching the plot Making everyone around you see in a new light Filled with hope Filled with excitment Each and everyone saying theyre gonna change the world But who has proven themselves?
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Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
Wide eyed and Optomistic
The dream a clear picture of wisdom a life full of excitment a women with a bright smile. The dream a life that was taken away at a young age the peace and love that flow be watched a loving angel flying. The dream is couragous and out going picture with she lived for may her wings spread in god praise a beatiful dream.
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
THE DREAM
Do you hear bells? Your words escaped with a gentle urgency. Our bodies glistening in the soft light. I heard no bells. I stopped and strained to hear anything over my quickened breath. Over the roar of our passion burning hot, I tried so hard to hear the bells over the battle drum that was my heart. Boom boom boom. But no bells. I try again and strain my ears, struggling to hear the faintest ring. Yet No bells. I hear bells! you say with a passionate excitment. I look up into you face. My mind and body lost in a fog. I feel myself begin to smile. I see the way you glow. As a smile slowly appears upon your face, As my hand runs absently across your skin , I try again to hear the bells, But no bells. That night as I lay in bed alone, Sleepless, My thoughts stuck on you Your taste, your touch, the soft caress of your voice, No bells. I think back to the way you looked when you first asked "do you hear bells?" The way you looked so excited, so awe struck, so beautiful, That thought, that memory, hanging on as my eyes finally start to close. And As I fall into a gentle sleep I realize I can hear the bells.
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Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 10:52 PM UTC
Do you hear the bells?