"exhilirating" poems
Nothing is greater than the beach.
The majestic, beautiful white sand has an exhilirating thrill to your eyes.
The sound of the abundant and grandiose seagulls bring absolute and utter joy to your ears.
The delicate and radiant ocean is a whole different story.
The superb, splendid and stunning crystal clear water puts your soul at tranquility.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
When I was five
the most magnificent pastime
was imagining what it would be like
when you swept me off my feet
wearing a long peach gown
(because that was my favorite color
at the time)
and you would set me on
your tall white stallion
and sing me a song
about some enchanted evening
the woodland creatures would sing
with you
wrap your cloak around my shoulders
and we would ride like Snow White
to Ever Ever, After.
When I was twelve
the most exhilirating fantasy
was dreaming what it would be like
when you rolled up
in your strech Hummer
pressing your palm on the
small of my olive green dress back
(because I know what goes with my hair
this time)
and folded your fingers around my wrist
the paparazzi's going mad
gasps and lightning strikes
to our retreating frames
as I turn and wink one last time
and we ride off into the distance
to Broadway and Main.
Now that I'm older
I realize that I'll probably meet you
in the most unexpected of places
a bookstore
a library
when I'm pretending
to read Hemingway
you'll off-handedly tell me
that you like his work
I'll confess that I really don't get it
you'll grin and I'll smile
sheepishly
you'll rest your hand on the
table in front of us
and I'll be wearing
my glasses and a jacket
(because I don't care
what goes with my hair
this time)
and I'll realize that you probably
don't own a white stallion
nor a stretch Hummer
and you probably aren't famous
nor will you sing me some sappy song
about enchanted evenings
and that it'd be really freaky
if the chipmunks sang with you
but I'll nod anyway
and we'll ride off into the distance
of Starbucks.
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 1:43 PM UTC
You’re like a coffee that sends a buzz
Exhilirating;
a kind of rush
As I take a sip,
I remember the time how you kept me awake
Oh, that steamy night with hot kisses…
Mmmmmm..
like this freshly brewed coffee I have in hand
All day I could savor
the aroma and flavor
I love how it taste
Just like how I tasted you
ー
**But like a coffee stain, you leave a mark
You left a spot here in my heart**
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC
They said curiosity was the urge of the generation
I for myself, can hardly beg to differ
It was Friday
Austin was moist
there were raindrops all over my tyres
I drove on in an enchanting madness
I was alone there when I got there.
There were some of you
whom I thought I knew
but I actually didn't.
I felt amongst friends
Then the familiarity of some emotions
struck me
those emotions, that once and for all,
is beyond race, ethnicity and national origin.
You were mesmerized, but
people from your country are supposedly known
for nonchalance and indifference.
He had something for you
But niether did you know
nor did I
what would be true
if I were him.
Could we go back to the shades of the past
Could we disappear in black and in white
so that you would look beautiful
and I your gaunt lover.
I came back after pausing a moment to wonder.
You and him, tap danced away.
It was exhilirating for me
to watch all the excitement
and yet surprisingly not being a part of it
always forgotten
always uninvited.
But then I was invited somewhere
I became the face of the crowd
But then you called.
The rain didn't stop .
It poured and poured.
We chatted, briefly.
You became silent on the other end of the phone.
I waited on this end.
The rain kept pouring and pouring.
A thunder rolled.
I kept waiting for Saturday morning.
I watched the rain from pools,
streams, rivers of connected waters
washing away everything
from the window of my room
a window that I seldom open.
Saturday came unknowingly.
The rain had stopped.
It had left its scent.
I watched the branches of moss laden trees
and wondered.
A cold wind blew towards me.
© Nothing Personal. Feb 18 2012.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 4:14 PM UTC
She was dolled up, high heeled,
All smiley faced.
Beside her, a handsome date stood
He made her heart race.
I was forced to wear an ugly dress
And pinchy heels,
Discarded somewhere later in the night.
Oh right!
I was also made to bring a handsome date,
Did I mention that I wasn’t straight?
She danced.
Soon enough, everyone was in a trance.
Exhilirating, beer and boys
Her squad rejoiced.
I thought parties were cool,
Went to one that had a pool.
Turns out,
It was just hella loud.
At first,I was excited.
Now, I just wished I wasn’t invited.
She was blooming,
Just turned eighteen.
Fancy dinner and
The debutante, a stunner.
Could I be any farther?
I wanted a road trip with my friends
To somewhere cold.
We could open gates made of sand to unload.
Intimate, hidden
With drinks and memories
Tucked inside seashells
That resurfaced like waves.
Hands, skin, bones, muscle, vein, mole,
Her own soul, she gave
To a boy who loved her just the same.
Emotions spread, lapsed
Like vines, crawled, slow
But just as beautiful when its flowers bloomed.
Because baby, she waited for you.
I, on the other hand
At the ripe age of seventeen,
Still waiting for a queen,
My head between my knees
I realize I’m still hiding.
Mind, in constant doubt of naked skin,
Tradition and isolation
For now I am still abiding.
Tradition is a resonating nightmare
Wraps its fingers,
From the nape of your neck.
And after all this, I am still happy
Shaking my kaleidoscope,
I don’t need to fit in to feel complete.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC
And so the day begins with a breath of fresh air, the sun beaming down on us.
With a sky so blue there’s bound to be something new to discover.
Setting a bare foot on the green grass, feeling the earth beneath you…
A feeling so exhilirating and free.
Let us breathe in the happiness and freedom of the new day.
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 9:16 AM UTC
They experience an exhilirating flight
Adrenaline of pure joy mixed with fright
Hair flying back in the summers breeze
They're as one with the birds in the trees
And as their feet reach out to touch the sky
I mourn my inner child
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Remember when you were a little kid running down a big hill?
And you weren't really sure every single step that your feet wouldn't just collapse out from under you,
leaving you flat on your face,
with the smile still permanently glued there,
laughing into the soil,
inhaling its sweet aroma...
but you kept going because,
the rush was so much that even IF SO,
you would have ran right back to the top and did it again?
Remember when the fear was SO worth it because the way down was EXHILIRATING,
every terrifying adrenaline-packed second,
and the entire time you thought,
"This is it,
THIS is when I'm gonna fall,"
but you didn't,
and you conquered your power,
again and again?
And every time you did feel the least bit unstable in your footing,
you snapped back to bliss,
how much fun you were having,
why you were doing it,
and what you were getting out of it,
and the high was more than the fall anyway,
the journey was the destination,
because in reality,
a mouthful of dirt and grass was a tiny price to pay,
to FEEL something outside of yourself?
Yeah well,
there's someone out there,
they're going to make you feel like that,
infinitely,
without conditions.
Wait for them.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 6:48 PM UTC
Maybe I'm just bored,
and you seemed like an escape
Bad boys always do
seem to be the portal
to access through
into dreams exhilirating
But bad boys have souls too
though they'd never admit it
Girls like me want to love them to gentleness
Sometimes we melt through the aloof exterior
and find chinks in his armor
But we find out inevitably
that he can't love you anyway
'Cause he doesn't love himself
Us good hearted girls
with wide open hearts
in deep need of healing,
Believe
"If I could love a wounded man like him
Maybe, one day,
Someone could possibly love me"
I guess I was just bored,
I guess I just wanted someone to kiss
I guess all my unconscious baggage
reemerged on the surface
when you came back into my life
I guess you made me question in some ways
the patterns I am hooked into
and how they make me not okay
But you're just a bad boy,
Though I see more
You've told me who you are
And even though I'm bored
I can't entertain chaos anymore
I don't wish to return to the fire,
Once again.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC
The reflection from my radio -
the flying planes.
My heart races and my eyes flicker
from horizon to endless sky.
Searching for that trail of hope,
searching.
Despondent fingers break the
key from ignition.
In the milisecond of darkness I capture
fear - exhilirating.
The door is already open, the dome
light shatters over my ghost of
understanding. I capture fear -
inhibiting.
And my feet touch the ground.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
Just finished my watch.
Two long hours of staring into the emptiness of the world.
Can't seem to find the end.
Can't seem to see the light.
Mind-boggling.
Just finished my watch.
Two long hours of staring into the abyss of my ****** up soul.
Trying to find answers to questions that have been crawling through the cavities of my skull since time immemorial.
Hitting plateaus at questions I try to answer.
Then the sudden realisation hits me like a freight train.
Pointless.
Floating away from the abyss and onto the working parts.
Trying to paint the cerebral walls of my skull with thoughts of euphoria.
Plans of the future.
The feeling is astounding.
Racing through my thoughts.
Feeling every atom of this exhilirating make believe.
Every particle of this blissful rapture.
And then, like an architect that gets a kick, I snap back.
Snap back to the emptiness.
Snap back to the despair.
Snap back to reality.
Logic and reason take immediate action trying to tranquillise me before shock and fear of realisation of this fake reality take over.
Trying to show me that thoughts of the future are dangerous.
And hesitantly, Im obliged to agree with them.
******* ******
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
The way you graze my neck
It's not something I would expect
From such soft hands of a man
I can no longer decipher this land
One filled with gentle, warm touches
You don't know it, you're pushing all of my buttons
The ones that haven't been explored in years
You genuinely seem like you care
The way you kissed my nose
Oh, that was exhilirating, you know
Even though we're in square one
I think you've already won.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 11:00 PM UTC
Taken thee at dawn
Sticking from the trunk
Not leaf of that tree
But sort of a vine
That’s unfamiliar
By Villareal
Wealthy family
In Capiz province
Maybe by worker
Or their gardener
While four boy shower
About 6 AM
Sun has just risen
Sky has just brighten
September Eighteen
Tree infront shower
Also facing pool
Seems like a resort
But mainly for sports
In city’s stadium
A rare adventure
In InterCapSU
By 12 of us from
CapSU-Dumarao
Exhilirating!
-09/21/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Toladas Collection
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
"I like you."
A strong breeze passes through me.
I peer around, averting my gaze from hers.
The greys are fading.
The dim, ever unchanging lights slowly saturate.
How could I not realize how beautiful the sun was albeit only a single ray through the clouds?
The me in me cries in joy.
Life has color, life has meaning.
Everything has not been for naught.
I immerse myself in her existence.
What had been so mundane and exhausting is suddenly exhilirating and intriguing.
How could I have not experienced this before?
"I love you."
"I love you too."
The weights we carried were heavy but the load lightened by the minute.
A feeling of soaring emerges at my core.
A life intertwined and filled with a surplus of joy.
We eat, experience, sleep, wake, hug, kiss, share insecurities, provide support.
An unknowing feeling of dread is consuming her and I hardly noticed.
How could I notice how half-hearted and melancholy her smiles was?
She left for but a moment to rediscover what it means to exist.
I sleep alone, I wake alone, I exist alone.
I peer at my phone, ignorant to the returning grey.
Eventually it settles in.
The price I paid for thinking that I deserve such bliss.
She is gone, unsure, never willing to return
Melancholy as ever.
I am unable to cry.
I woke from a beautiful dream that I can never return to.
Days pass as I try to reconcile and collect the ephemeral remnants of my soul.
I wish her well and will welcome her should see find me as a cornerstone.
The hue she imbued in me for a short while is gone but the feelings remain.
I will not remain motionless.
I shall eat, experience, sleep, and wake alone
Awaiting the return of that ephemeral dream.
As I write this, tears finally fall.
Life is beautiful away from the grey.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC