"heightens" poems
You know what I like; a fight.
Nice touch; and you love to bite.
We love the rush; you struggle
no match for my might.
Your tiny frame, twisted right.
Bending to my will.
Passion and skill,
screaming in pleasure-- you will.
Getting our fill, this little kink--
Heightens your delight.
Your body so petite, **** and tight.
squirmed your way to sweet surrender.
Gripping tight; it's now or never.
My weight pressed you to the bed,
Face down, pillowcase bracing your head.
Your *** up,
looking back at me,
just like I said.
My commands,
So stern -- you wet the bed.
Reaching down, I watched as your lips
Slowly they spread.
“command me!” is what they said.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
‘LOVE’ – What mystique power it wields
In what myriad guise it wraps!
At times a sweet ache so coy to reveal
Or a sudden urge, hard to unveil
Sometimes a deep sensation
A strong surge of emotion
Permeating every atom
Pervading from top to bottom
It heightens the pulse
And makes every nerve convulse
It has left kingdoms fall asunder
And many a mighty man - surrender
Often, like dew drops falling from above
Or the warbling notes flowing out from the grove
It leaves the heart go upbeat in prosody
Changing every sensation into rhapsody
As beams of silver cast by the moon
Or the cold touch of spray in the horrid heat of noon
It soothes, embalms and thrills the heart
Filling the void and leaving no dearth
Love sublime, sure like a candle lit
Consumes itself, and never dwindles a bit
It dispels the gloom and dissipates the fright
Invigorating the soul and healing every hurt
As brilliance to stars, fragrance to flowers
Music to flute or shade to bowers
Love is to Man, freeing him from all sores
Bestowing him the strength to meet all throes
Love can neither be beguiled nor disguised
Nor be stifled or be construed
Love puts all other things into place
And hems life with a lovely lace
Love is all we seek and too scarce to find
A magic thread by which hearts are bound
Hark! It is love that makes the world spin around
And cures all the ills that surround
Oh! Love thou virtues I will defend
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 8:57 AM UTC
RIVERS MAKES ME QUIVER
Youthful mind left wandering just feeling the wetness from yards into the curbs
Ripples running curbside over toes, forming those first streams for a meandering mind
Clouds collecting power,mists collecting,forming Drop by drop rains flowing into their reserves
High mountain lakes reflecting their passion, partitioned by beavers to make their own pond
Broken into brooks flowing faster downward into streams,cool and clear their taste like sweet liqueurs
Beauty not confined to a torrent but gifted with greenery and wildlife ,flowers that make the forests more confident
Trickles forming into cascades downward making outpourings & overflows waterfalls forced through the fissures
Gravity needs spaces we watch as it heightens then widens,making it's way through the continent quickly becoming most prominent
Admire her beauty but reap her rewards,wet bounty to feed the fields, food for fishes ,generations receive her treasures
Canoeists,kayakers or legendary steamboat captains are fond of their flowing, boys wondering where she will go ,knowing our tears of joy will flow to the sea should be our greatest compliment. R.C.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
You have long nails
I chew mine
Stunt their growth
With nervous teeth
Hungry teeth
I stunt mine
And lament their loss
We contrast
Black to colour
Stride to bounce
Distanced to cuddly
You avert questions,
Throwing random jest
I open up and bare my soul
Honest as I can figure
Under these beautiful cloaks
We sing in unison
Sorrow and deep caring
Somehow, we understand.
Our awkwardness is equal to none
That just heightens the intensity
I explore, feet, hands,
You let me, then clasp tight
The goth and the pixie.
Who would have thought?
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
Your white bosoms releasing that white serum.
That curvaceous mound feeds humanity,
That makes the biggest humanity via motherhood wisdom.
Your pink ******* arousing that tempest blood.
That soft hill becoming hard,
That hardens which heightens the adulthood.
Your black ***** taming sin.
That concealed shape popping out to provoke,
That provokes to **** feminism in mean.
May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 12:43 AM UTC
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defences...
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour.
Grasp it, sense it tremulous and tender.
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
Turn your face away from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to the music of the night...
Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
And you'll live as you've never lived before.
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you.
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you.
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which you know you cannot fight
the darkness of the music of the night.
Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world!
Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before!
Let your soul take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong to me.
Floating, falling, sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in,
To the harmony which dreams alone can write,
The power of the music of the night!
You alone can make my song take flight,
Help me make the music of the night.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
I was waiting
And now am found
I was longing
And now I long no more
I was lonely
And now you hold me close
I was escaping
And you caught me by the heart
The heart is strong, but it can be weak
The heart is strong, but it can be lost
The heart is strong, but it can lose pace
The heart is strong, but it is stronger next to yours
Logic, that's all this is.
Love is logical.
That is, when it comes down to rationality.
When it comes down to feeling,
when it is based on emotion,
when you feel your rib cage straining against that translucent chest of yours.
When the beating becomes unbearable,
and the threshold of pain heightens,
and your rationality weakens.
Only then does logic yield.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
The static ghost beneath the rainbow
Creeps patiently towards the house on the right
The sun sets with a mild thunderstorm
And the rain crushes the leaves on the trees
Take shelter in the garage. Ill watch from the window
The wind rattling the closed down doors
The marijuana we smoked; heightens hometown weather patterns
As I stare out the glass towards the driveway
Jul 30, 2012
Jul 30, 2012 at 9:53 PM UTC
Desperate kisses
Taste roses and peaches
Grips hair
Breath trembles
Desire
Lust
Craving
Yearning
Velvet bed
Tight flower
Hot sheets enchant
Untie corset
Unhook garters
Fingers dance slow circles
Pouring wax
Stroking oil
Soft hips
Tongue stroking...
Strawberry shudders
Unyielding teeth
Weak pleasures
Sultry sway
Heightens raw need, greed
**Burst Cherry
Exquisite cries
Swimming body freely
Skin glides
******
Penetrate
Damp Rhythm
Primitive, Swollen, Ragged, Fevered**
***
Sep 25, 2010
Sep 25, 2010 at 12:22 AM UTC
My body throbs in places it's never before.
My nerves are tingling - twitching at my knees.
You hold my close as if to keep me steady.
Then you skip a beat and my tongue goes heavy.
It's curled against the ceiling of my mouth
As I hold back these screams.
I dare not shout.
Your grasp tightens as this feeling - it... heightens.
And you pull me back.
And plant soundless kisses in my back.
And I'll come for you...
In silence...
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
oh what sustains this mind
a mind that teeters
on the edge of a spiral vertigo
that sways and rocks
in an unease of palpitations
attempting to escape
from the brutal insensitivity
of the granite faces that occupy the streets
a mind of hallucinated perceptions
with a constant stream of imagery
that finds a difficulty in the self negotiation,
the articulation of its inner geography
where a frightened availability of disturbance
in the vocabulary of its chemical graffiti
leaves speech vacated on the tongue
where eyes are pushed to see
a discord of sympathies for different dimensions
that has one disassociated, cut off from the immediate
living in an inner dialogue
of rebellious and unconventional preoccupations
a self alienation that heightens
the poetic colouring of the imagination
causes a ************ of the mind
that makes me cripplingly aware
of the abyss at the heart of my inner disquiet
makes my toes hover on the jagged edge of the world
yet I jump choosing discovery over societal dictum
to do rather than be
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 9:00 PM UTC
She feels like a young woman,
once again...
It's not like its
her first kiss,
first date,
or first love-
but it feels like
Her First All Over Again...
Its almost; as if,
she's gone back in time.
Her hands are cool,
palms sweaty-
Her heart is beating rapidly,
her tummy full of lil' butterflies-
She's a woman now-
but, the excitement, is just the same.
Should she have these feelings,
as she is, even though,
she isn't a young one anymore?
Her and her beau
are sitting on her bed-
He leans towards her,
she closes her eyes-
as he brushes his lips upon hers.
His lips...
so warm, soft, and giving!
He puts a hand through her hair,
along her neck, pulling her towards him-
closer, to deepen their kiss!
She puts a hand on his chest,
the other on the back
of his head-
keeping him right where she wants him.
They kiss for several long moments...
She moans softly,
he pulls her upward
and gently sits her upon his lap.
They melt into one another!
Each kiss;
more intense and increasingly
demanding, as the previous one-
he wants to taste her fully-
he flicks his tongue along her upper lip-
coaxing her to open up to him,
hoping she'll allow him access-
She parts her lips
with a hunger like no other
she had felt before!
Oh, the passion they feel...
the enticement that builds-
His tongue teases hers
with a seductive tangle...
Finally,
as their internal heat is high,
their clothing; too constricting-
they undress one another-
throwing articles of clothing
this way and that-
They have this bite of Heaven-
these stolen cherished moments
to just him and her... alone!
Passion, and pure desire
heightens them to anew.
The friendship
these two have built;
has been turning into this love
they now feel.
This love these two
feel, has been growing
for several months,
is right at their hands;
becoming deeper-
making them come alive!
Feeling so right, he takes her-
entering her in one full deep movement-
claiming her as only his!
Taking their passion
to a high- neither
could remember feeling before-
As they ****** together,
and lay in one another's arms'
totally satisfied- they cuddle
and close their eyes just for a few moments-
Then, he tells her he's never felt
so loved before!
And the twinkle in her eye
tells him she feels just the same!
2007
COPYRIGHT; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
the holidays draw to a close
the new year coming closer every day
the age of aquarius
bringing change in a whole new way
consciousness lightens
and awareness heightens
to a breathtaking sight
justice is delivered to all waiting hands
the karmic balance of the universe overflows its sands
the souls of darkened hearts are soon to be dismayed
pure love and light is all that will be displayed
the end of the battle of good & evil has begun
they say our time is nigh
so let's all give it one last good run
will it be the end of life on earth
or just life as we know it?
somehow something will spectacular will take place
if only we don't blow it
a transformation of mankind
a serenity in the making
the garden of Eden restored
solely for our taking
now is the time to prepare with open hearts
for when we least expect it a revolution will start
let us not surrender our compassion and goodwill
this will be our greatest weapon against the hearts of the ill
flourish with tender thoughts and legacy
penetrate the wicked souls of supremacy
banish the traitors from the land which they reign
to govern nature is blasphemy in plain
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 12:34 AM UTC
Come lay beneath the skylight
At a time when it's calm and quiet
There's always a strangeness within the silence
It heightens as the contiguous melodies crescendo without a pilot
Thoughts embraced are pushed aside for this moment
To catch the breath in the night with rhythm as a component
Still like the stem, of a flower unveiling the crown
Deepening down as time is frozen to claim the golden exponent
Midnight brings whimsical strings plucked by the creatures that hail
Nature springs underneath man's dreams; Those clouds that we sail
Through aural communication comes the cerebral provocation
That latent faculties synchronize and incite with an inhale, then exhale
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
You make me not hate snoring.
You miracle worker, you.
Usually it feels like a lawnmower
massaging my skull, but you, buddy,
croak like an angel.
The acoustics of your voice,
the high fidelity and crumpled static,
the seesaw between treble and bass,
have my head singing
pitch-perfect harmonies.
Your hum slows down my tempo,
heightens my crescendo,
sends my heart pumping
at double-time staccato.
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC
i met this girl once
she was different
“wanna have some fun?”
she whispered
this feeling of euphoria
courses through my veins
when i’m with her
she created stars in my eyes
so full of light
she makes me feel ecstatic
she opened my eyes to a new world
a world where i’m happy
she makes everything so bright
and vibrant, full of color
she heightens my senses
i’ve fallen in love with her
dancing and laughing
under the moonlight
i never want to be
alone without her again
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 1:06 PM UTC
Why is it you?
Of all people to have the ability to ruin me
why is it you? Bryan?
You're awkward and too tall
on top unmitigated gall
you're plain rude.
So why do I want you?
Bryan?
In my mind there's a collection
of every time you've shown affection
and
The slightest inclination
only heightens my determination
to trip you.
I want you to fall hard
for me. Bryan.
With every facebooked text
it's been my only request
for the whole year.
Did you notice?
Bryan?
When the smallest appreciation
left my pupils dilated
it's so degrading
When my faith in you is fading
more praise is awaiting
I am stuck in this net.
What's so unfair
is that you're not even aware
of what you do to me.
If I told you, would you love me?
Bryan?
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
You pulled me up and saved my skin,
Your voice it rises up over the din.
Good advice and fun we do make,
Villa Roma, a walk down by the lake.
I've never known such love and support,
My friend and lover, a total cohort.
Making new memories, day by day,
And wake together, at night we lay.
On our six by eight, on earth it's unmatched,
Strengthen emotions, relations are patched.
Little do we need to place a patch,
Emotions are strong, a perfect match.
Days turn to weeks and the months go by,
Feelings and emotions grow towards the sky.
This trip we are on, a short ride it has been,
The intensity heightens, I'm sure we will win.
Winning this game means together we stay,
Putting old troubles and relations away.
Spending my time, thinking how to please,
With you in my life, the thoughts come with ease.
More than *** in love with her mind,
Sweet and gentle, caring and kind.
What have I done to deserve god's bless?
Her love grows stronger, even when I'm a mess.
Your presence is needed, without it I wilt,
A stronger foundation has never been built
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Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC
With eyes open it's all black. Surrounding
Encased by dark and heavy emotions:
Thinking if I am alone, just heightens
The walls as I grip preparing to swing
To surpass the thoughts of no good doing;
By believing in true self with no harm;
Where words are judged to notify alarms
That brings tunes where sorrow melodies ring.
The frustration moves to show the sky blue,
Knowing my strength is never far away,
Unclear: Why is being together *******
Thwarted, trying to keep my sea at bay
Fearful to escape this prison I grew
To truly be true to my chimes in prayer.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 9:18 AM UTC
one day we will shed these bodies.
but please know,
the pain & suffering will fade.
he is not unjust in his wrath.
we share the earth, wicked & depraved.
our goal to know him & make him known.
he will not forget your works.
stay true.
stay just.
stay faithful.
to the end.
people lose love & sight when making decisions.
does not become indifference.
asking
what will they do?
what will you do?
ask.
& a cloud of witnesses beyond the bleachers, high above the home team's field.
unaware, where they play, we are waiting for blood. our sixth sense heightens & our visions spread. we are hungry.
in moments we will all taste the gaze.
we feel the thunder overhead.
between each bolt of fury, we trust our new instict.
trusting our new teeth from strange eons ago.
our skin sheds.
& into our shadows we step.
restless as the noise swells & we persist through passion.
flames scream leaving their home below.
now calm.
now dead.
our hunger disguised.
& we understand victory.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
The grounds echo sounds of gardeners grooming.
The blue sky canvas and a wash of clouds,
hang lightly, dressing up the place for show.
Pruned branches and piled neat cut grasses show,
uneven sweat stained shirts, on grooming
gardeners, hoped on winds below the clouds.
The vaulted layer heightens heat, no clouds
move, the breeze blows no reprieve, a no show
by day's end, the gardeners need grooming,
without clouds, a shower shows good grooming.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 7:34 PM UTC
***Always with the separate rooms, same separate landlocked pontoons. Another follow up, billow of rank stank air, stale like the calming still of shell shocked monsoons, into the deep dark abyss I stare-
Heightens my senses, that still begotten presence of quarantined ill begotten dimensions, left stark and in the dark with nothing but the whistling of our declining pensions-
Repentance ask it of yourself, there's always an extra bottle on the tippy top shelf, reach high, you don't have to lie now, go ahead and lay that lye down-
Corrosion never felt so **** good...***
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
A thick veil is sensually wrapped across the face of those presumed intellectual and spiritual insights, and heightens the awareness of your sublime intrigue.
It truly is a paradise lost, where ancient illusions continue to tickle my raging nostalgia with eager anticipations of forbidden refreshments.
Yet, I am not unaware of the concealment of those predictable and ludicrously mystical allurements, which you so proudly pronounce across those who are deemed to be inferior to your supremacy.
How trivial are your so-called strategies, as you are always captured after an effortless and psychological pursuit.
Therefore, how adept are you, thinkest thou, in your futile system of narcissism?
Vanity is a deplorable emptiness which scoffs at those who are deemed to be subservient to the lofty heights of your utmost divorce from reality.
The definition of a delusion is a fixed and false belief.
We have now constructed a picture where the application of this psychological veil exposes your profound ugliness.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
Title: “I came, I saw, I conquered”.
(A familiar quote by Julius Caesar after victory in a short war.)
More than the standard reference this sentence is also a delightful representation in the first person. Thus, the drama begins in the title, itself. The title is meant to emphasize the beginning; one person speaking of himself in the first person. A person in need of power and victory.
1st Stanza: With one voice
With one voice he strikes in anger with effective words. He desires for all things to uplift his need for approval. With glorious speeches he calls for others to join him. He becomes more encouraged as he calls out his grandiose ideas and philosophy of things to come.
2nd Stanza: The Bond of Unity
The uncontrolled need of the power-hungry ruler requires even more to satisfy his ego and personal needs. Without this step, he would fail. He succeeds however, as his call to strangers is heard and they eagerly gather to be controlled and commit to fight for the cause they now believe in.
3rd Stanza: State before the War
The “Angel” represents either (or both) of the opposing sides preparing for battle. Both sides now feel they are doing the right thing for the right reasons; pure intentions. At this point, actions begin, testing the opponent as the drama heightens and preparations ensue.
4th Stanza: Woe to the conquered!
From one with power and angry words – to the veracious battle. Reasoning is lost. Only winning counts now. The ground has been laid for treacherous harm. Emotions unparalleled. All crimes now justified. Destruction inevitable.
The poem itself is meant to increase in intensity with each stanza.
Latin phrases are used for drama, depth, and intensity.
Lastly, the hidden natural elements of Wind, Air, Fire, and Earth represent man’s nature.
Inevitably present and capable of fierce and volatile chaos.
You will find one of each of these elements in the first line; last word, of each stanza.
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 9:34 PM UTC
Time is money
money is time
So when they say it takes money to make money
They mean it takes time.
We all get the same amount daily
Personality gives quality
Because no one can survive selling off white canvases
portraying the self
to receive currensy
Gotta keep ths bar raised
Above and beyond what we call minimum wage
You gotta sell yourself in order to receive a fat check on pay day
Meaning understanding that wealth
Pertains to ones health
Properly known that to diet right heightens stealth.
Mediation nourishes the soul
Hydrating, purifying the flow
Keeping busy to stimulate the brain
Always on top when ignorant folk do or say anything
Its plain to see
Finding yourself includes paying off a bunch of fees
Some say taxes but its really adversity
Cause nothing worth having in life ever comes easy
Best way to succeed is to merely just be me
I can only speak for myself, cause its my world, my industry
My mind cant escape to retrieve too much of another mans mysteries
Ill burst like a bubble
My mind is that fragile
But ill forever help those in need with any one of their battling struggles
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC