"exhilarate" poems
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That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet.
Believing what we don’t believe
Does not exhilarate.
That if it be, it be at best
An ablative estate—
This instigates an appetite
Precisely opposite.
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My body burns to rove far from man-made
buildings, prisons for the modern soul.
I need to traverse the frontiers white man stole
from those who made it their home.
I've been down to the Everglades of Florida.
Fan boats flew through the estuary lines with roots
of mangroves. I've been to the Hoh Rain Forest of
Washington where fog descended on the shoreline
and married the sulfur smell rising from hot springs.
I must experience America's coast to coast beauty.
Every spare seconds I spend luxuriating in the
sun, thinking of all the places untouched.
My list of desires grows as the glaciers
of Glacier recede in Montana, beckoning
me to the Rocky Mountain Peaks.
Old Faithful gushes, surrounded by wolves and grizzlies.
Someday I'll cross Yellowstone's expansive mountain ranges.
from Idaho to Montana to Wyoming. On the arches of
Utah I'll face my fear of heights and find solace at
the tops of time-layered sandstone towers.
Descending the Grand Canyon I'll study beautiful
colors exposed by years of erosion. In winter
Death Valley will be braved. The lowest and direst point
will exhilarate me with scaled creatures as sand
dunes whisper my name with every hot breath.
The Badlands of South Dakota will hope I come
backpacking through prairies to watch precious bison roam.
California Redwood trees and I will stand side by side
as friends. Yosemite will call me to her cliffs and I will chase
waterfalls and sequoia groves until I've seen it all.
I ache to explore the terrain that bears
my name, the country I call home.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
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His oriental heresies
Exhilarate the Bee,
And filling all the Earth and Air
With gay apostasy
Fatigued at last, a Clover plain
Allures his jaded eye
That lowly Breast where Butterflies
Have felt it meet to die—
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hey little bird you dive in the ocean's waves to exhilarate your tongue
you swim through the clouds, feathers a-flutter with joy
you hide in the trees and bushes, all winky and coy
i'd love to fall hands-first along your side catching my little bugs and my little birds
i wish i could fly
i wish i could fly
oh ** oh i wish i wish i could fly
no wings, no plane, no parachute
so thanks, bluejay, crane, pelican,
all the birds,
for letting me come along
(what a way to die)
so happy i can fly
so happy i can fly
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 11:12 AM UTC
When she says she hears voices rattling and battling in the deepest recesses of her mind, then it's time to beware, take care, and make choices saddling you and leave her behind.
Shes a case study of its kind. That even Freud would throw up his hands, make a grand stand in his frustrations and demand a vacation to unwind.
She's all that and more.
She'll wrap a man around her fingers make him putty in her hands,
leave him babbling in his mirror
trying so much to understand.
He should feel something, but just can't comprehend,
left a mute, numb, mumbling...
carcass, of a man.
She's like an itch that becomes a
scratch that's becomes a pestering,
festering **** till you look down
horror bound as the ****** swollen
thing has taken on a life of its own...
then it starts maxing out your cards,
throwing your clothes out on the yard,
yelling hard. Snooping on your phone. Won't go home. Won't leave you alone.
Is it a wound or a woman or a woman or a wound or both simultaneously, concurrently? Yes and no.
Oh the trials and tribulations I've known!
You can really pick em.
Daddy used to say, in his haphazard way, and really lay it on me in the harshest of phrases, meant to dazzle and daze me, rile and faze me, knock me a kilter off my normal day.
Son, you stimulate and exhilarate the
spirit of an untamed, pained, wild
child woman and it'll be the same, and here this,
as an insane drain on the brain most personally and certainly and most notably and you can quote me. It'll leave you feeling like the beach storming at Normandy.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 5:38 AM UTC
Graceful swan,
On skates,
You stately glide;
Etching your past
For the world to see.
You exhilarate
In your moment;
Refusing to yield
To the bond of earth.
Twirling, swirling,
Poetry is manifest
Into exquisite motion.
Your rhythm and beat
Cut through the ice;
Body and spirit become
One with the element.
(Dedicated to Michelle Kwan)
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 11:38 AM UTC
centelleo, centelleo, mi amour',
I shalt travel by foot, right to thy door!
Up above the moon so high,
I shalt exhilarate thee in thine mind.
When the colorful universe hath passed,
And All the glacier's melt so fast,
Then thou wilt illuminate,
centelleo, centelleo, on ourn impresionante date.
Than the watchmen in the dusk
Giveth thee thanks, of aloe and musk:
He couldst not seeith which way to flyeth,
But thine own light to all inviteth.....
In those dark brown eyes thou keepeth,
And always in mine soul thou peepeth,
For please don't ever close thine eye's
Until mine lips art met with thine own so fine....
As thy centelleo glints mine room,
And as thy centelleo is flared by thee mine muse,
I shalt continue to be thy poet
Writing a million poem's a day for thee so everyone shalt know it.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 5:37 PM UTC
a wish
flies to skies
Swims against
the star-glittery
streams
and inspires
the coolest of breeze
cincturing a mount ridge
to carve a glimpse
of an ice goddess
made of a pellucid kiss
O the flamboyant curves
of the temptress
abiding the blue-sky
shall too
one day vaporize
by the fire of a touch
to deliver
a seed of sprouts
within the dissipated
yearning of the fumes
lovers scintillate
aureate gleam
of the celestial bliss
on a non starry sky
whence becoming a home
to their eyes
the moon smiles
to exhilarate
You
by a dawn flower
born from love’s
secret meeting
unmanifest until
You have vivified
an unknown myrrh
in your dream
An aroma of
true desire
by which
I
shall be born
and reshape
most elegantly
most delicately
to dissolve
in the euphoria
of this incarnating bath
made of breath
seducing
the immaculate flavor
of nectar
glaring
like the mastic
of the pine
on your tongue
for I’ve left
my fasting heart
in vows of truth
to be able to
answer your question
about what I have meant
by my ’you are my first’
resurrecting letters now
to a whisper
clinging like a
perennial symphony
in your ears
only once heard
in the absence
of full trust
shall it too
stop
wobbling
this waking reality
from its truth
I would stay
then still
invariably
(unheard)
in your ears
to aid you create
A harmony born universe
of here
and
now
as you open and close your eyes
and teach me yogas
I shall not assume
of things and beings
Anymore but be
the one and the only
divine posture of the devi
that shall unite me to you
Eternally
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
Although she was complete and whole
she longed for something to terrify her
exhilarate her
make her feel alive--
a kiss with the knife
slowly turned to a dangerous dance
deterioration
her skin unraveling from her form
but manifesting metamorphoses:
changed in a way she never could have alone.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC
What is simple in the midst of the night,
Is never easy by sunrise.
Doesn’t that question your heart to know;
Whether the sun is capable of bleaching you clear of all passion?
This was supposed to be a poem;
But I don’t feel so good anymore.
This was supposed to be a “Dear Diary” entry;
But there is nothing dear about this entry
This was supposed to be a rationale about love;
But there is nothing rational about love.
This was supposed to be a motivational speech;
But the audience of my surroundings portray an ambiance of apathy.
This was supposed to be a farewell letter;
But my blood-pumping ***** cannot orchestrate a declaration of adieu.
This was supposed to be a livid rant;
But I cannot pinpoint the suitable syllables that have the strength to impale you such as a bullet.
This was supposed to be a love letter;
But I am not capable of fabricating words to exhilarate your mortalness.
This was supposed to be a poem;
But instead, it is a 3:48am compilation of my most vulnerable thoughts.
And I question;
At what age did I lose my compassion?
When did my smile become so brittle?
When did I become so bitter…?
So brash?
-Z.H.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
Get to the Market
Some people take the back road
Others use the highway
Some arrive early
Some arrive late
Get the market
We all follow our own way
No persuasion
No need to jump a red light
A river will flow where it flows
Carve its own way
Get to the market
Some exhilarate
Others doddle along the way
Walk or run
You will arrive when you get there
Get to the market
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 5:41 AM UTC
You are my delicate melody ..
You exhilarate me, rejuvenate me ..
You reverse my distress,
Into your fairy dance ..
We aim to share countless delightful times,
with memories all our remaining life ..
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
languorous breeze,close to chest carries
a scent,an invitation on the waves of air,
the valley blooms lustily in response,
sends away fragrance with different notes.
the mix and blend to regale olfactory sense
of every visitor,as it pleases them,so much,
The medley of fragrance sends the breeze,
sweeping to an ecstatic height, never expected,
like a village weaver who loves warps and wefts
of many hues, he spins and weaves fragrances,
to exhilarate all,near and far,any one who
deeply inhales the mix of fragrance,feels alive.
to the core,it's fuel to the wick, that enlightens the soul.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
You're my other.
You understand.
You engage.
You listen and mull things over and discuss.
You let me run
and you run with me.
You don't just let me run and wait for me to come back.
You run next to me.
You exhilarate me.
You allow me to breathe.
You breathe for me when I can't breathe for myself.
I miss you terribly.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
I hear it echo
deep beneath
like water that drips
one drop at a time
into a quiet cavern.
Echoes turn to rhythm
and I am filled
with a familiar melody
as I blink, walk, and breathe to the beat.
Sung from underwater,
it can exhilarate me
conjure up feelings of
dance and storm;
but mostly it exhausts me
dehydrates me,
and I am pulled under.
What used to seem like momentum
I hear like dragging feet
and the drips do less to complement
than to contrast
the storm I once could taste.
I know that I am the ocean
but with waves that tire
the current can be lost.
Sometimes I feel like the drop
dripping over and over again
and I am futile, worthless.
Sometimes I feel like the cavern
empty and waiting,
absorbing more than I contribute
and wasting time.
But I have learned
by sinking and racing
(and failing at both)
that often the best thing to do
is just to float,
and listen.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
joylessly howling
fools exhilarate, gloating
smiling silver crag
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
Everything happens for a reason,
one of the important lesson I learnt with the change in season
and people.
Some moments hurt, scar and engrave
an important lesson.
Protecting you from future treason
Making you deal with it even better.
Some moments exhilarate happiness and positivity
Fueling you with love and treasuring the memories.
Some people come as blessings
Building homes in our hearts;
Helping us sail turbulent waves;
Acting as starlights in our dark sky.
While some leave us lessons
Vacating their homes in our hearts.
Twist is some, come back
and some only stay a flashback.
Some are are sent for exile
and some come back to reconcile.
People come and go.
Some drawing a smile on our face;
creating a beautiful and positive impact.
But leave for certain reasons,
To those people I am thankful,
to have had my paths cross with them.
And grateful to the ones who’s chaos and storms,
I survived and bloomed from.
Not forgetting about the ones who stayed
even when some left,
Appreciating them for still standing by my side till the very end.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
You're in my veins you're in my thick skull you're in my throat you got me intoxicated you got me insane can't you see how much I have fallen for you, so hard that my stomach tightens and my rib cages crack and mu skin becomes swollen?
SUMMER BECAME WINTER AND MY COFFEE GREW STALE COLD BUT MY FEELINGS REMAINED THE SAME.
When I looked into your eyes I realized that you never loved me at all. Your touch was cold, your body unwelcoming and though I could feel our bodies exhilarate I didn't feel the ignition of the flame.
YOUR EYES ARE LIKE WATERFALLS - ENDLESS AND LEADING ME TO UNKNOWN WORLDS.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
You are my charming sparkling sweetheart
Mysteriously peerless and saucy
Beloved, delectable, and lovable lover boy
Wickedly glistening hotness
Your machoness travels to the core of my heart
Makes me call your name
Indulge in your game
In the harmonious crash-hot hours
The fresh earthy smell
Of your gorgeous flamboyant architecture
Captivates and pervades my senses
Such wondrously worshipful warmth
The way your skin unifies with mine
Chocolate-box toned hotness
You cradle my gayness
You exhilarate the superb curves
Of my brightly colored body
I feel your stirring fervor
The way you move your hands
On my bodacious boops
Bite my delightful rigid points
Display your wicked wild side
Entangle me in your booming luminous flame
Indefatigable illuminating magicalness
Slay me with your snake-like sensual moves
Pure atomic pressure, you sink me into your glory
Make me adore you forever
Aug 2, 2022
Aug 2, 2022 at 9:13 AM UTC
Life isn’t perfect
It’s far from it ..
Ninety percent of the time
I am stressed to fuckery about
What’s coming next
What’s already harmed me
Things that I can not control !
Yet I allow them to burden my life
It’s hard not to ..
But for that ten percent of the time
That is absolutely ******* perfect
I let that **** consume me
I let the lessons wash over me
Because...
That simple perfection
is not something that is worked for
It comes naturally
through love
and through humanity
In those small pieces of life
That exhilarate me to my bones
Extends the breath and the blood
That pulses through my body
It’s that ten percent
That makes it all worth while x
NatNat
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 2:37 AM UTC