"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.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
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
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 8:30 PM UTC
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
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
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
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC
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.
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
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
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
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
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 12:24 PM UTC
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.
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
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
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
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~
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
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
Apr 2, 2011
Apr 2, 2011 at 8:19 AM UTC
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
Dec 7, 2010
Dec 7, 2010 at 7:00 PM UTC
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
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 5:59 PM UTC
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
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
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
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:01 PM UTC
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
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC
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.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
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.
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 5:27 PM UTC
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.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
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...
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 5:06 PM UTC
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.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
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
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
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?
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
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.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
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.
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 10:52 PM UTC