"exhilarates" poems
You Only Live Once…
So laugh as much as you can
Laughter can cure even the greatest ills and make even the worst days better
It can even reconcile the most troubled of friendships
You Only Live Once…
So find those who love you for you and stick by them
Those are the people who will matter in the long run
And those are the people who will stand by you when things fall apart
They will ALWAYS be there to pick you up if you let them.
You Only Live Once…
So don’t sweat the small stuff
You will make mistakes but everyone does
It’s not about the mistakes that you make but how you handle them after the fact
Pick yourself back up. Keep moving. Everything will be OK.
You Only Live Once…
So find what you are passionate for and go for it
When you find your passion, you find something that will get you up in the morning and make you excited to live.
Passion exhilarates you. It makes you alive.
Embrace that. You will never regret that.
You Only Live Once…
So trust in God and His plan.
He knows what He wants for you and when you let Him take the wheel, everything will fall into place.
Believe in Him. He won’t let you fall.
You Only Live Once…
So give it your all and nothing less.
This way you don’t ever have regrets and no one can ever tell you that you have to try harder
Also this way you know at the end of the day that you’ve done all that you could to make your day the best it could be
You Only Live Once…
So be happy. Take chances. Make the best out of what you were given and never take anything for granted.
You never know when something could be taken away from you and you never know when your time will come to an end
You only know that You Only Live Once…
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 11:54 PM UTC
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’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates—
So over Horror, it half Captivates—
The Soul stares after it, secure—
A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more—
To scan a Ghost, is faint—
But grappling, conquers it—
How easy, Torment, now—
Suspense kept sawing so—
The Truth, is Bald, and Cold—
But that will hold—
If any are not sure—
We show them—prayer—
But we, who know,
Stop hoping, now—
Looking at Death, is Dying—
Just let go the Breath—
And not the pillow at your Cheek
So Slumbereth—
Others, Can wrestle—
Yours, is done—
And so of Woe, bleak dreaded—come,
It sets the Fright at liberty—
And Terror’s free—
Gay, Ghastly, Holiday!
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Impossibility, like Wine
Exhilarates the Man
Who tastes it; Possibility
Is flavorless—Combine
A Chance’s faintest Tincture
And in the former Dram
Enchantment makes ingredient
As certainly as Doom—
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Your nectar
Please cool me down with your nectar
My passion for you is burning
It's so intense I can feel the flame radiating from my body
Do you feel it? Do you feel me?
I want you with all my being
I can't hold back any longer
The fernace in my chest is about to explode
You know I want you
That I'm hungry for you
Why won't you just take me
Give me what's mine
A scorpio must have what he wants
But in that case I guess you are all ready
The way you tease me
It exhilarates me
I love it
Drives me to the brink of insanity
Till you finally show me mercy
Oh thank you love
Thank you for cooling me down
With your sweet sweet nectar
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
Morning voice whispers:
Stillness and silence bring and guide the soul from the darkness into the door of light, bring hopes, bring tears of happiness, and dancing into the new breath of life, rebirth and producing "healthy baby"... And known that I'm loved I'm being blessed.
Poetry replies:
All welcome... As the dews in the morning shimmering the rays of love to the world... All welcome... As the morning air cleanses the past burdens... Purifies the bloodstream of mind and heart to the point (of no return) where freedom exhilarates life; envisions the paths for greater humanity and God's glory... All welcome...
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
Mighty the muscle of unmerciful momentum
Taking names, keeping pace, rhythmic with the arms of father time
Back to rehash an ancient scribe just moments away
You can taste it
The blood of the forsaken
Dying a thousands deaths
Ravished by the beast
Whilst storms blow in from the east
With messages of pale horses and unrelenting fate
Demanding blood to cleanse the land and to burn the stakes
Fear tantalizes
Exhilarates
All the kings men take their place
and prepare to battle the cycles history incessantly recreates
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 12:27 PM UTC
"Shala, la, la, la live for today. Don't worry about tomorrow, hey-ey..."
I'm sitting on the edge of my bed listening to songs that make me miss her. I hear her voice in the words of strangers. I see her face before me, though only thin air rests between myself and my vision of her. Her long black hair, falls over her shoulders like Niagara. Her eyes shine on par with the light of the Sun cranked to maximum. My heart sinks at the same time that it floats. Such an odd feeling. It's like dying and being brought back to life by a mysterious, elegant, beautiful angel who you know can't be of the same species as you. It's dramatic but so is this feeling. She makes me want to write. To record every feeling I have as they wash over me like deep blue waves on a vacant beach at twilight, everything illuminated only by the light of the Moon. She exhilarates me, overwhelms me and takes me over. Holds me captive as if she's cast a Heavenly spell on me to keep me utterly and seemingly permanently in a state of grace. All of this while I just sit here, alone. Just thinking, waiting, wondering, contemplating. And I can't get over the stereotype that I'm supposed to be the "tough" one. I'm supposed to be the one who takes the word "love" and twists it, molds it into something that's insignificant. Something that is only for young girls to swoon over and devastatingly and beautifully infected by. Well, I guess I prove that caveman stereotype wrong. I'm a mess. And it's all because I'm just thinking about her. Running through, in my own head, our next encounter. Each time I see her, I feel like I'm being woken up. Being yanked out of a drab and dim dream only to be pulled into the most amazing vision of content and happiness that I can even comprehend. It's a wonder I can even conceive of such things. And I have her to thank for that. I have her to thank for pulling me from a slow and agonizing every day life that was only inching me closer and closer to another spiritual death. She rescued me, kidnapped me with her cupped hands stretched out toward me. And inside her little hands was my heart, my brain, my lungs, my legs, my arms, my life.
And for some reason... I think I understand why love is so often compared to death. I've fallen in love. And as I did, I died. Only to resurrected again with a brand new body, a brand new heart and brain and perspective. Now, I can't even imagine what would have happened if she hadn't killed me.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 11:12 AM UTC
I shy from your piercing gaze
Consumed by passion as I wane from the comforts that once kept me grounded
Flying high on the feelings provoked
When you entered my tomb and evoked a lovers ghost
My room now lit with your radiant presence
As I digress and falter to heavy air leading to the path of least resistance
Hoping that my complexity doesn't **** this flame with cold reluctant bitterness
In which the past has inevitably carved into my character
I left my heart upon my sleeve and my frailty translucent
No matter the cost it was well worth the enchantment
The risk exhilarates and vibrates through my cortex
Turning me on and away from my senses
and when you lifted my chin there was no doubt that I want this
By the heat of your hand I melted into intoxicating madness
Adorned in beads of sweat reflecting my bodies tension
Yearning for lips I cant help but mention
because they've become somewhat of an obsession
I'm scratching at your heart almost desperate for recognition
Swearing that I don't need forever
Just one bright moment
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 11:28 PM UTC
I sit still and stare secretively at your fragile figure.
Your shivering skin screams while you sleep in your twin sized bed,
As your blight bones rapidly rattle with fevering fear.
Your exasperating eyes open to expeditiously escape your nauseating nightmare.
But
Instead.
You awake to a repulsive reality worse than your immense imagination.
My heartbeat exhilarates excitedly,
When the damaged door frantically flies open,
The shrieking sound of wood carelessly colliding with the wall,
Is intentionally ignored by sleeping ears dreaming in denial,
As I wildly watch him stormily stumble like a gigantic giant,
Into your room.
Your battered body quivers quickly like an anxious animal.
You are the petty prey and he is the havoc hunter.
You use your cobalt comforter like a shield, to protect your shaking skeleton,
As you try to hide from the morbid monster who sedately sleeps down the hall.
The sour scent of bitter beer fills my nose as he places a filthy finger on your trembling lips.
He tragically tears the blue blanket away, destructively destroying your shield.
His terrible touch turns you hard, like a stiff statue,
Resulting in fierce feelings of shame and guilt, to wash wildly over you like a titanic tidal wave.
He painfully penetrates and turbulently thrusts into your collapsing core,
Annihilating,
Your illumined innocence and your beauteous body,
As his monstrous moans carefully cloud your cries as he explodes like a boiling bomb.
Once he leaves your blemished bedroom, you savagely grab onto me.
"I wish I was a superhero, like you Spiderman."
He cries as terrified tears tear across his face,
Leaving salty streaks and creating secluded scars.
But I cannot protect you.
So I am no superhero.
I think to myself.
As I let you cry onto my stuffed shoulder,
The only thing I can do,
Because I can't talk.
I can only keep sinister secrets.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 9:08 AM UTC
I deliberate
You reiterate
It completely exhilarates
Me.
You eviscerate
My heart
From my chest
Like a secret art.
Before I know it
I'm exposed
Nothing left disclosed,
Nothing left to hide
And then you
Roll away, like the tide
Leaving me ashore
With nothing more
Than an empty
Chest cavity,
An abnormality.
As I stand there
In despair
you drift away
To another land
Where another girl
Will just as easily
Give you her hand,
Without knowing
That she'll never withstand
Your ever rolling tides.
And that she'll never be able
To get rid of the pain that subsides
Once you've stripped her
Down like you did I.
I'd cry
But I don't have a heart
To even really feel this goodbye.
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 3:24 AM UTC
Never have I seen such a fine immaculate thing such as yourself.
With impeccable features on every part of you.
Intricate hairlines with the same latitude as Montego Bay.
Wavy curls that go like the Pacific Ocean.
Soft and tiny hands with moisture abound that make my skin tingle at your touch.
Your scent – lingers around you like a fresh rose: thorn-free and beautiful. It intoxicates me and exhilarates my senses, refreshing my mind and bringing me into overdrive.
This is how you are.
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 6:26 AM UTC
my love life with words
has a hidden side,
at times i even think:
"is it the curse of the witch
in a dream called me ' poet'
to carry this along, all life long?"
a never ending itch,
that only exhilarates,
and makes me *****
more than ever.
as a poet,
words of certain nature,
winged birds, that fly high
to a higher level few reach,
enrapture me more than others.
so much passion gush out,
at the very first sight,
like when i was deeply involved
with a girl, first.
but here is the secret
that leads to a long love affair:
i make love like a libertine,
pulling out all the stops,
but later the true color
of the relationship emerges,
i can't put up with post ****** hatred,
it's a poison that kills all lust for life,
when i embrace a word
i have this fervent wish in mind:
"oh! word, that binds me with
such fragrance, color and mood,
embrace me, let me feel your pulse,
permeate your warmth in to my heart
color my mind with your brush"
i love to relish each word,
like a fresh, ripe, pulpy fruit,
let there be no seed to spit.
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Jan 21, 2012
Jan 21, 2012 at 1:00 AM UTC
inspecting momentarily
the visiting sulphur-crested cockatoos
leave our pine-tree for another, further down the hill
en masse, they fly towards and just above us,
their screeches, loud and unmistakeable
are full of enthusiasm and intent
some, slightly smaller in size, are silent
I wonder if they’re the understudies of the chorus
closely following flight-lines of their elder’s character and bravado
these beautiful creatures, so independently defined
raise a cacophony that exhilarates
every fibre of the soul and fills the heart with laughter
self-less, expanding and enraptured
I briefly lift to the massing of their flight:
a complete and joyful glimpse, of full participation
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
Oh and since that day we met,
I have this feeling,
This feeling leads me to believe there's gonna be more,
We laugh,
We talk,
Yet never a deep conversation is shared,
You hugged me tight,
I loved the feeling of your arms wrapped around me,
I like how you start poking my thigh,
Leading your hand higher and higher each passing second,
And for the moment your hand lays upon my thigh,
I smile,
But the feeling exhilarates every inch of my body,
I hold on,
Trying to let you continue,
But the feeling of your hand on my skin,
It shakes me to my very core,
I can't help but want your kiss,
I've wanted it for weeks now,
But you don't want anything real,
Not from a girl like me,
Maybe not from anybody,
But I'm starting to want you in a way I can't explain,
And I can't believe that since the day I met you this feeling won't fade,
I want you,
Even if I know barely anything about you,
I WANT YOU.
Aug 27, 2011
Aug 27, 2011 at 12:23 AM UTC
In my dreams I'm angry
Only to awaken
To another situation
That I don't want to be in
It's complicated
I tell them
When they ask me the questions
That I don't want to answer
Maybe
This is good for me
Maybe it's all going to be
Okay in the long run
I do have faith
But for now
I choose to run
From my problems,
too troubled to solve them
At the moment
It's more than one component
In the potion
That is poisoning my soul
I am out of control
But I like it
Because while I am spinning recklessly
I have control of the velocity
And that is what exhilarates me
So why fight it?
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC
The evaluation, act carefully. He exhilarates risky sensations.
But under the love exists rage.
Why can't we just be
together?
Nov 11, 2011
Nov 11, 2011 at 11:32 PM UTC
And if she were my world,
she'd be right in the center,
between the soil,
where our skin would suffice a splinter,
I tried to call death but heaven already sent her.
Her stinging euphoria exhilarates my touch,
her body against mine has never felt so cold,
I've never felt a lifeless hold,
until I looked into her shimmered, crevassed eye's.
Not until she embraced my souls walls,
I listened to her indigenous call,
now I'm trapped in her concrete noose,
and I wouldn't wanna hold on any tighter to her recluse,
her voices music is my only muse.
I'm coiled up, tattered, and blue.
Now tell me,
where the **** are you?
a corpse has never been my reluctant seal,
but sometimes disgust brings the prettiest of deals.
Edging down these thick gray slabs,
the inebriating smell of your stench takes hold and grabs,
down my jaw-line,
her favorite feature,
and around my neck paperless and thin,
then tightened at the top,
She was holding the lever the second before I dropped.
Now I subdue into this henchman's knot,
fading into her chaos I decay,
death and I will go far away,
where the luminous meadows enrich our souls,
and my body forever in her rotting lifeless hold,
we'll float away onto burning coals,
'cause life ain't nothin' but gold when you've got a noose around your neck,
and nothin' to hold.
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 8:25 PM UTC
Time is what i'm fearing.
Not enough time for enough regrets.
What if i never get to taste and savor the lips of my tempting dignity ?So soft and frail yet so firm to capture my breath.
You'd taste like honey, darling. So sweet yet so bitter.
I'd brush my lips in so deep , i think i might of forgotten the meaning of grudges .
My heart exhilarates and my hands palpitate on the strands of your golden locks, which separate into distant strands threw my fingertips.
I lace the open space in between my fingers, tugging your scalp and curls till i lose focus.
Now i'm on the bridge of failing.
I'm afraid of your eyes the ones that cave into my soul so far that it grabbed the captivity on the leg of my minds shadow.
Now my mind has no shadow.
You tug and pull and my shadow quakes its feet above the mouth of your cave.
It dropped, my mind did.
I'm lost, i'm inside of your fear, carving my way out.
Pushing everything in with me.
My limbs, shoulders and hands.
I carve deeper , my fingernails grasp your ******
I grip to your shoulder blades so harshly that you start to rattle out your meanings .
Now i know.
Now you know.
Now we all know what i fear.
If fear is what we all fear then i fear myself.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC
comfort
safety
everything I needed
& she was holding me.
forehead to forehead I'm crying
& she's so calm so slow so high so careful
not enclosing me
just there
as I'm buckling under the weight
of the pieces I've just
put together.
I'm sitting there
forever with her hand on the nape of my neck,
pixie queen eyes never faltering,
meeting my pleading
alarmed gaze. "It's okay baby girl"
she whispers it
over & over
she reaches up & presses her thumbs down on my airways shaking me & my head keeps smacking the concrete. Both a crack and a thump in my skull. But later it's me: beating her face into the floor breaking her nose her face all apart makes me feel sickeningly alive, mortifies & exhilarates at once. I'm terrified of her, yes, but more so of myself. "It's okay baby girl." Is it? Because night after night sleeping pill after sleeping pill I'm dreaming of ending it all.
Oh, of all the ways I could end.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC
We fall back into the arms of an old flame so many times.
Why?
Well, because maybe you want the rush of the fight or the sting of the burn.
After a while that flame makes you realize you deserve the same rush with a little less pain.
Then you get it, call it love and it exhilarates you, gives you life and makes you smile.
That flame both killed you and pushed you into a whole new life.
It may make you cry now, but every tear, if rolling down the right river, will take you to the cool mountains to refresh that last bit of wind in your sails and bring back your peace of mind.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
Sure, I am just a passenger
in this story of your life
but each ride exhilarates me;
it rocks me to my core
and leaves me wanting more.
I always leave with a smile,
like we drove to the top of the world;
the perfect stop to drop me off
and let loose the butterflies
I collected along the way.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
Somewhere, I may never have traveled,
Haunts my memory in foggy dreams
I smell the fire in the fireplace burning
I see the cabin door swinging
Outside the snow that had fallen
Lies melting, hardening to ice
Mountain air fills my lungs and exhilarates
With the smell of pine and of juniper and cedar
A distant crow's caw brings me back to reality
And I am suddenly in the snow at the door of a cabin
Somewhere I may never have traveled to
Aug 21, 2023
Aug 21, 2023 at 11:05 AM UTC
Tonight I am in the open field
Wheatgrass freely tickles the calf
I will stretch the canvas for a hundred yards
And fade away into winter sky
Glide along the freezing clouds
In between here and outer space
A thousand miles away with the migrating geese
To go without chains
The wind screams quiet in my ears
Following the invisible breeze of fate
Alone I go, alone I rip the strings
Tonight, the moon hangs a pockmarked perfect orb
Exhilarates with the liquor of light
A dead land, timeless beyond man
A slain foe of refurbished bone
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
He talks so smooth, **** and sophisticated
He amplifies and exhilarates my dreams
Debonair dreadhead attraction
Heavenly fresh locs locked to my heart
Dazzling black diamond eyes
He is my wild
My smooth sensational high
I crave to dance in his sea of waves
Harbor his hot sauce in my heart
Marvel at his swirling chocolate thunder
How I hunger for his fragrant fluid flesh
To fuse to mine, enliven my mind
Bright bold trailblazer
He is a sultry sweet simile
Shimmering in my mouth
A spectacular amorous anaphora
Sliding along the walls of my throat
I want to feel his vibrant valiant masculineness
Lingering in my digestive system
Charm me with his hot starry wonderment
Change my world with his magical jazzy attractiveness
His flaming electric gregariousness
I yearn to venture to vivid thrilling sights
Within his scrumptious dimension
Melt into the steamy memories we make
The teasing wet, and long kisses we engage in
His invigorating fragrance flowing in my marvelous midst
Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 8:15 PM UTC
My beloved let us share the moments of happiness
Let me take hand in hand and warmth heart to heart
Let us talk our hearts about love affair being voiceless
But my beloved please never ever to think to depart
Heavy breathing tells love at its extreme to declare
Intensity of love in real perspective just so to speak
Let my love take bath in your beauty's just real glare
Embrace me in trance by touching cheek to cheek
Love is what changes colors of passion to rainbow
The color of emotion makes cheeks red like blood
Beauty is what makes it to burn like candle to glow
It exhilarates and gives it power to be a violent flood
Col Muhammad Khalid khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC