"onrush" poems
I can’t come to you for my pain in the throat
But I can for the pain in my soul.
Perception is your prescription
Somehow I took too many dose
My pore my nostrils
Inflated with the onrush of ecstasy
It’s mistaken,
Curiosity should be the cure.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
It wasn't love at first sight. It was the opposite. It was slowly and beautiful. Like a sun rising in between two mountains or a flower slowly opening itself to the world.
I don't know when it happened, but with every tired sighs, blinking of eyes, and all the moments in between, I let the waves take me further to where you were. Suddenly, being alone was something I could not remember. Oh and my hands? They have always held a book or a pen, but they now crave for your hands instead. And I don't know why, but whenever you're not here, I can still smell your perfume and I can't help but look for you in the room. Whenever people ask me what my favorite color was, I would say "Pink", but when I saw your eyes, it has been my favorite ever since.
It wasn't love at first sight. It was something I witnessed unravel before me. It was you. And like slow sunsets and blooming flowers, my heart swelled at the onrush of the scenery.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
The passion released in the medley of intrigue
Flows restoring as an onrush of air
Deeply inhaled as a kiss of aching persuasion
Gently arresting the heart waiting there
A resonant fascination mesmerizes the pulsation
Tempting the acceleration to exceed
The natural precision, which is known to maintain
A rush of harmony, as the heart beats
There are some who will emphatically attempt to deny
This medley of delightful intrigue exists
As they have never inhaled, the passion released
By the aching persuasion of the kiss
If your heart has never felt this deep fascination
A swift acceleration that rises above
The natural precision, the heart's known to maintain
Then you have never, truly been in love
Jul 18, 2010
Jul 18, 2010 at 6:56 PM UTC
Here we are again, in the deathmask of the city spinning.
The circumcised sea with its crocodiles and scars.
Never is the onrush of blood so violent the falsehoods
of the sky that drip neon on our heads
from desiccated clouds so true
This is the wild:
To the clusterfucked and cloistered swimming
in their bowls of soup and the scuttled
shells synchronous in their bass pulse beeping
to the blackhats who don’t believe
their messiah will ever come because they hear
the trump of doom every second of every day
yet they still stomp in their flatbeds for joy
and the prismatic dead who drag themselves from
their gurneys to march through the alleys
like tuskless elephants shoving their fingers
into the sun’s fumarole determined
to disintegrate into a mist of Krylon and copper
where we carry our concrete world slung
over our shoulders and the ravenous
moon in its ellipse above beached night heaving,
eyes curling in their sockets like gunsmoke smoldering
hearts humming like taut snares beheaded fish
in front of us, beheaded bodies behind us
I drag mine along by the hair.
To the children and the panhandlers who greet
the lion like hello kitty
and the skittish magnetic few in their
lightning-spaded furrows
on the ecliptic chained but leaping ever farther
and higher like the wrecking ***** pendulum
and all the naked lost milling among the mummified
tenements, waving Geiger counters before them
as they wander the sweaty street holding their heads
high as they grind flesh against flesh
pulverizing themselves into rubble
measuring the toll of time by destruction
drinking in mercury and hard water and
shrapnel and gamma and fire and gold
to them I say:
turn your hourglass on its side turn
your hourglasses on their sides
then acknowledge me so I can die in peace.
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 4:35 PM UTC
The strings were pulled of a bitter signal
Erratically hateful in their draw
Commencing the judgment of her mental state
As a bloodthirsty crowd looked on in awe
All her pleading notations were met with objection
By all their unfeeling eyes
Who merely wished to bear witness to the surrender
Of sanity and to see its quiet demise
Suddenly without warning an onrush of light
Blinded the probing eyes of the crowd
A curve of great decision was suspended in space
As they began to read her crimes aloud
Guilty as charged a voice rang out from the light
For moving against the grain
For not following behind the shadow of others
She is guilty, she must be insane
Completely unnatural, no control of her faculties
She cannot possibly be competent, the voice loudly rang
Daring to be optimistic in the face of grievous pain
She holds no resentment, she must be insane
Her sentence was pronounced for the entire crowd to hear
Claiming her incompetent and unfit
All the eyes in the crowd remain blinded by the light
Yet she doesn’t mind at all as she smiles and sits
She smiles into the faces of the blinded crowd
Knowing she has not changed a bit
****** she may be to the unfeeling eyes of the blind
However, they can never take her own happiness
Jul 30, 2010
Jul 30, 2010 at 6:13 AM UTC
On the breath of sighs
I seek to be reborn into the warmth
Of love sated in the glimmer
Of whispers sweeping away the years.
On the breath of sighs
I touch the tenderest part of you,
Sheltered in a heart
Whose beats divide the onrush of worry
From the hand that moves within--
And hope that is enough.
In this breath, this momentary pause,
Can we make enough room
To find each other
Again
And again.
Copyright/All Rights Reserved Audrey Howitt 2011
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 7:07 PM UTC
An amber glow softly visits your face as the new evening washes in
To bathe you in a new light so fair
While distinctive patterns of the lovely day’s end
Are dancing through the highlights in your hair
An onrush of divine sensation lights in your eyes
the day has ended in glee
You smile as you watch the sun leave its place
Over the edge of the glorious sea
A fresh faced moon illuminates the air
a million stars dance in the moon’s glow
A bright new world finds a home
In the depths of your delighted soul
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 3:58 AM UTC
sam i yam not,
nor will this 'lo bot go away
cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows,
enables and provides
an opportunity to bray,
and thence get access
to each excel lent power full point
one among the beguiling bajillion,
thus this ming boggling concept proffers
(even the generic mom and pop hacker
tubby in her/his element field gloating
as if they won
the Irish Sweepstakes that day
despite neither could claim
direct lineage, sans Emerald Eire
analogous to Celtic temptress,
whose grand geography
beckons toward entranceway,
where sensory, levity,
and ecstasy punctuate foray
boot that diverges one hundred
and eighty degrees asper gateway
onrush of spam enters electronic hatchway
spilling forth like
offal horrific bilge interlay
sloshing violently, revoltingly,
and nauseatingly, witnessing a jay
bird donning mask (yule hating)
beak coming contrivance fashioned keyway.
force full brainstorm to firewall
to place on indefinite layaway
inundation of spam midway
between now and eternity,
essentially noway
no more, and if necessary
hermetically seal myself
stationing a pal in drone willingly overpay!
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
The sweetest breath of morning has quickly stolen into view
Such a lovely way to bring in the start of day
When morning breaks into your sleep with the softest moves
That rushes in and takes your breath away
The softest moves escalate into a frenzied touch of wonder
As the morning light touches upon your face
Your world of sleep so swiftly leaves its place of rest
To keep in stride with this onrush of pace
An atmosphere of stillness breaks as the wonder rushes in
Sweetly filling every open crevice in your soul
A dreamlike state while wide awake floods onto your skin
As the intensity of the moment takes control
Now who could ever say in truth and truly be alive
This is no way to bring the morning’s glory in
To awake and look into the eyes of the one you love
And feel the softest moves of wonder once again
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 4:42 PM UTC
Eight of us
A train
And the blinding light of stars
For that moment
As we laid together under the sky
Shoulder against shoulder
And watched as the blinding light inched towards us
Waiting for the onrush of wind
The split second of weightlessness
And a sign that this is where we needed to be
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
Why?
Everything has a reason,
you need just to recognize it, and
to do it the journey's long, but
I'll get there. I'll found my answers,
I'll discover them in
my onrush, in
my guide, I'll find my
sake of living
And thereupon I'll live, I will continue to live and
to expect.
Because a man, without the hope
is not a man.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 4:04 AM UTC
You want so desperately to believe
that this
so carefully ruled white line
fresh as ****** snow
pure against the silver
browning to the lighter’s flame
this first ignited onrush of confidence
emboldening you
with the awakening you dream of
will open up
take you into a land where
you will be the ruler
but
here is the base line
it will ultimately lay bare
emptiness
a white yet colourless
sterile salt desert of numbness
and you will seek
that white line
forever more
Feb 17, 2022
Feb 17, 2022 at 2:50 PM UTC
When you are reading a book
And in the midst
Of a great chapter
You feel a tug on your chest
And suddenly
You are there
Living that book
And you are exhilarated
When that character jumps off a cliff
Or takes down the bad guy
And you can feel the sudden wind
The onrush of emotions
Tingling in your soul
But then
Right as the character makes a last stand
You hear
“TIME FOR DINNER!”
And you close the book
Realizing that you are here
Not in that book
And you head downstairs
For dinner
But after dinner
That book will be waiting
For you to pick it up
And finish that chapter
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
Your touch is gentle
Yet, I tremble
You make me blush
But, the onrush of my past becomes equal
My mind outcasts your good intentions
Your charm could win masses
But, the harness of my fear provokes alarms
My mind is a dangerous weapon that I only use on myself
Which throws spears into my brain
Please, come in
Break down my walls
Make yourself at home
Take my pain away with your love
Drive through this rough terrain called life
Revive me
As I nose-dive into your love.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC