"revitalizing" poems
I followed my dear friends to the edge of a cliff
and was greeted by a peculiar thing.
There, standing on the edge of the earth
was a swing set waiting just for me.
Her thick black seat and strong metal arms
cradled me while together we flew
into the starry night canvas, sprawling
dark blue, except for a splatter of twinkling
firefly-speckles, from the cityscape
to the moon.
Each time she lifted me I felt closer
to the heavens. I raised my chin
and let the gentle kiss of raindrops
wash away my sins, cleansing
and revitalizing my body like a baptism.
I’ll never forget the smell of the rain
on the freshly-sprouted grass, with dew drops
made from the breath of my friends
hanging delicately in the sweet air
like glass beads strung on a wire
while the crisp wind carried me higher and higher
and the most brilliant masterpiece ever created
was painted across the entire night sky.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
While briskly walking through a patch of weeds,
My eyes thought they had quickly been deceived,
For as I placed my foot down on the ground,
I saw a flower blooming all around.
A cherry blossom, bright and blooming free,
It’s beauty overflowed with joyous glee.
“How rare”, I said, “this really is a find”,
And then, I thought, what if the plant was mine?
And so, I picked her from her place unknown,
And brought her back to stay inside my home.
I kept her happy, for a while, it’s true.
What happened next always makes me so blue…
Her beauty, so divine, so unrestrained;
She captivated me, no effort made.
Her smell, on par with scents of those Greek gods,
To get my own Goddess, I beat the odds.
She brought me life and happiness, I was
Blessed to have her in my life because
There never was a blossom quite like her,
Such beauty could not spring from putrid earth….
And when she blossomed, I watched in dismay...
My Cherry Blossom fated not to stay.
I loved my flower truly, dearly so,
Her love and care gave me a place to go.
A prime example, perfect specimen,
Revitalizing my flat heart again.
My garden’s empty now, my shades are drawn,
I wish I’d smelled you once, before you’d gone.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
Chocolate swirl
Flourish of vanilla
Crisscross of marble
Lemony tang
Creamy peanut butter
White washed and dipped
Strawberry poppin'
Caramel drippin'
Cherry filled
Cookie crumbling goodness
Wrapped up in a smooth delicacy
Revitalizing breath of mint
Chocolate as dark and rich
As its flavor
Some common, some unique
Tiger's eye, what's that you ask?
Peanut butter and milk chocolate melded into one
Sprinkled salt
️️Warm caramel
Tantalizing, fresh orange creme
Homemade from grandma's
Or warmly bought in a bakery on a rainy day
What a wonderful feeling!
When a flavor seeps into your tongue
Growl of stomach
As you gaze at the slice
And then you attack the tender palette of colors, flavors, smells
Your lust for fudge consuming you
As the smooth delicacies explode within your mouth.. And you know
It was worth it
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
I need smoke to clear my head,
to fog the brain that needs unclogged,
a draino of the mind,
snaking its way into my conscious
imagination
Past the gates of the unconcerned,
entering the territory of the learned
and scholarly,
stepping onto the path of resurrection,
reliving the life that was meant to pay
Sipping the juice of incarnation,
revitalizing the soul,
drawing a blank is not an option
as the red hot coal burns
through my ill-intentions
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 5:12 PM UTC
Sitting alone
Wrapped in darkness.
Its cold embrace
And emptiness,
Reminiscent of a life
That I once had.
Her touch,
A seductive slash
Upon my lacerated skin.
Her kiss,
A tantalizing poison
Upon my parched lips.
And yet as she turns her back
Is as the sun wanes
And the moon covets its light
With a foolish, jealous glow.
And even as twilight arrives
The moon still doesn't let go.
And as she walks away
With a flick of her sharp hair
And a roll of her dark eyes,
She leaves me a crooked smile
Which captivated
And I was mesmerized.
But suddenly,
Through the darkness
Appears a stunning bright lantern,
Breaking my trance
By beaming brilliant rays
And shining with compassion.
Sitting, no longer alone
I bask in the inspiring aura.
Warmth enriches my heart
With a revitalizing swell,
Reminiscent of a life
That I once had as well.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
You’re all over me
Soaking me
Like hard rain
Steady
Cleansing
Removing the scars
From my heart
One by one
You’re revitalizing
And fun
Full of surprise
Grounding me
Then uprooting me
Rooting for me
Moving me
Making me think
And think
A little wink
**** smile
And I’m putty
To play with awhile
completely content
A puppy on his back
Begging for more
Not a care in the world
Just a girl
And her eyes
The goddess of the butterflies
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC
Chamomile, soft and mild and
Soothing on my tongue,
Pleasing like a sweet spring breeze
And gentle as a hum.
Wild orange, citrus sweet;
I'm drinking up the sun.
**** and dancing on my lips;
Remaining once it's gone
Lotus blossom green- serene,
Tranquility and calm.
Revitalizing with each sip
And healing like a balm
Chai is cozy comfort cupped
Between my chilly hands.
Cinnamon, spice within its scent
Is anything but bland
"Zen" is short for lemongrass
With fleeting hints of mint.
Tastes that conjure memories
Of early summer wind.
I sipped my lonely way through five
Each one a different strain
Their flavors mingled with me as
I watched the falling rain.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Around Mayadevi Temple (Circa)
Surrounded by pillars of our age
Cultivated with reminiscence of a
graceful child and his mother
Smiling ruins reflecting the history
A child of destiny who stepped in
with his seven birth steps over lotus
A tribute from Ashoka,
Cylindrical pillar inscribing his regards,
To the one who chose world enlightenment
over easy royal luxury,
To the one who turned him knight of peace
from emperor of wars.
No Shoes Allowed Inside
Leave your turbulence and rush out the gate
The chanting of mantras will cool down your hot head
The cameras of tourist will bring smiles to face
And at reflection on sacred pool,
Where Mother Mayadevi shed down her motherly sorrows
Over the transformation of Beloved Prince to Holy Buddha,
Let you find the lost purpose in ripples of calmness
The place where Sidhhartha played as child
and grew up to be Light of Asia
Nurture again the true purpose as for being Human
For Peace , For harmony, For Love
As you nap under revitalizing shades of Peepal trees
Inhale today, the air that whistles your resolves
Inside garden of peace, Around Mayadevi Temple
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
the day you called me
i could hear that tin can tear drop echo
in the midst of my happy hello,
but my hopes crashed faster than my ego
as you recited those rehearsed lines of let go,
& the words were wet with sobs & sweat
& love wasn't mentioned amidst the mess
of apologies & idle threats.
& i listened with my full attention
until you ran out of breath,
& i responded cautiously
with tiny verbal tip-toed steps.
& while your eyes ***** dishonesty,
your heart hunts for a better chest
because you're aware of it so sparingly
it's just a ribcage ornament.
& i felt empathetic as you wept
because your valves were finally thawed & thumping
& i wonder if you felt the weight
on your breastplate
as it was shocked into a waking state,
& made up for missed decades
by pounding at a rapid pace
& revitalizing vapid veins.
& as i listened to you come alive
over that claustrophobic cell phone line
it floods my ears & drains my eyes
& makes my heart divide...
May 8, 2010
May 8, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
Hello Poetry to me is just another joint family
How by a common bond, here we are strung together
Though separated by geographical boundaries
Distance has never been a hitch or a tether
Your relentless encouragement helps me aim for heights
Your heart felt blessings give me loads of happiness
Your poems open before me new avenues of thought
Your gracious company creates for me a new ambience
Before my eyes, a hundred smiling faces appear in a row
Some stand out as beacons of radiant light
With words of encouragement, you vanquish all my doubts
Revitalizing my spirit and leaving it shimmering bright
Through this forum we share our inmost thoughts
How close we feel though never been together
Many have left the scene leaving trails of footprints
And many join fresh to continue the endeavor
Irrespective of creed we are here at art’s sacred shrine
‘Poets’ we are called and we breathe the scented pride
We stand tall among many others of our species
Let us proclaim aloud our fraternity worldwide!
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
Kindness and love
flows freely from your joyous being,
Radiating with a luminescence
bright and pleasing upon my soul
Chasing away the ebbing darkness
that threatens to engulf me
And denies the seed of my salvation to grow
Cascading words of rapture and merriment
Pours from your lips like a waterfall
Exciting and refreshing
Washing away the loneliness
Replenishing my dying pool of contentment.
Endless rays of the mornings bright promise
Reflect like diamonds in your eyes
across my emotional wasteland
Revitalizing the soil
with new expectations and hope
So that a new crop of pleasing feelings and thoughts
Can take root and flourish within me.
And your gentle hands
Can reap the bountiful harvest
That is my love.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
The sky was a cornflower
and the trees heavy
with birdsong
air fragrant with freshness
cooling the silk of my bare
heat rising from my
skin in shades of
tropical
morning pond
oasis of damp promise
teeming with life
under surface
mini color-popped creatures
humming with
fluorescent vitality
fronds reaching out
in an aquatic dance
nourishing the gateway
to inner organs
with sweet
vitamin love
as a trip of
buzzing, faintly heard
opens into my brainwave
revitalizing
cleaning out toxicity
pushing out
words that lower
self-worth
bringing up subconscious
potions of power
harmonious with the new,
embryonic fluid of clear
reaching deep
into corners of
brittle heartdust
And my lotus soul opens
a small glowing orb
expanding in polychrome prisms
to the glory of
aurora-tipped streaks
as straight into
my aching heart
the quenching dawn
speaks
My thirst slaked by
nature's mantra,
I now stand waist-deep
into grounded
and heavenly clarity,
feeling water lilies bloom
between my thighs
as I take the occasion
to pick up the pieces
where my soul
left off
and despite all odds,
arise
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 12:04 AM UTC
Cotton fields in our mouths
Quenched with a kiss
Rain soaked ground
Or is it the bed
Flower petals opening up
Relishing in the dew
Or was it your stamen
Revitalizing in the rose
Apples in your hands
Unable to bite through
But yielding to your grasp
Hungry we were
A meal set before us
Dates, apples, steak, rosehips
Adam's Ale our drink
Pulled apart and snapped back
Ivy entwined together
Our bodies and souls sated for now
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
Breathing unconscious the air permeating
an oxygen right into lungs finely formed fed
waters so carelessly drunk quenching thirsts,
revitalizing with hydrogens exact innards all.
blood red coursing true from vital forces aplenty
Terra firm formed so right for me to walk straight
finely tilted earth enough for my days and nights
turning over for summers and my springs bright.
Now fine bodies and limbs,a heart pulsing sound,
minds capable bestowed by a time eternity bound
given lovely comrades, mothers, sisters, lovers and
brothers, friends, angels all for me destined especial.
the universe cosmic pandering to me, kind totally,
creating never a God,a cast,creed or a religion sole
but all and everything to survive as a man whole.
why then did I fragment,divide and multiply false?
and How! the mind shut first and then did heart too
geniuses both, discriminating unholy, inventing evils
dividing colors,crazed gods,cruel prophets,races divine
religions irrational unmeant for me but claiming us all
in a class uncaring obscene,a kid now just dead hungry!
what purpose is then of us,the grand senates and fiscals,
our temples,mosques and churches shining,vaults monied.
claiming then minds,hearts,honor, integrity and the self
stating grandly, survive you shall as you are the meek!
and so shall you be starved.raped,killed,burnt! Hell I am,
meek no longer! survive I shall as a king, a queen free!
I reclaim all now,taken from me in false names dastardly
show just my finger mid,for where I was led unwilling
the whole creed sole human,the religion only just humanity.
my will is what i make of my consciousness eternal revealed,
slowly peeling off layers and burdens yolked,reemerging now.
to freedoms anew today, and soon to that day of Armageddon.
I just wanted to count and write a small poem on the numerous natural blessings of Universe and time,but then realized all these are taken for granted and turned to horrible human made curses...now this is neither a prosy poem nor poetic prose. a state of mind?..so here I am..with what ever it is..
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 7:13 AM UTC
Brilliant hues of violet and turquoise fill the world in which you live
No other feeling could possibly compare to my bliss
Your presence fills every room of my spirit with laughter and cheer.
Loneliness, emptiness, and despair, leave me when you return.
Memories of you walk confidently through the chambers of my mind
Endless enchanting images of your magnificence that won't decline .
The revitalizing rush of feeling that your presence releases
Cleanses my spirit of an excess of pain, grief and sorrow.
Oh, How I long to be held by your eye for eternity
And show you the way things can be from now on.
And as mystical possibility rises out, I feel, that we will be forever.
It is the choices we did not make, that have sealed our destiny
Everyone should know the radiating joy my spirit now makes
And how I greatly appreciate that you let me past my mistakes
If I lost my past, but could go back and repeat just one thing that happened,
I'd go back to the day, to the first moment, to the lovely second, that you found me,
My Love.
Aug 12, 2012
Aug 12, 2012 at 8:56 AM UTC
Two and a half years of my life
spent pining, yearning, honing in your memory.
My dreams revitalizing your body but never quite able
to capture your voice.
Two and a half years of self-loathing, because you stopped
speaking to me.
Nightmares and day dreams, engrossed in the past or
the future with you in it, takes up the space meant for the present.
Two and a half years later, and you still treat me like **** but
now you have agreed to see me.
Naturally I was ecstatic, but indifference has knocked on my door
and I'm debating on opening it.
Unrequited love has lost its glamour and its edge.
One sip of your mind used to make me tipsy
but all those nights out on the town
has got me drunk on other men and other worlds
that don't revolve around you.
Two and a half years later, and I could potentially have you,
but what good would that do, if your love could never amount
to the intensity and the longevity of my love for you.
The door is still knocking but I'm shutting the whole world out tonight.
Two and a half years later, and I finally have the strength to overcome
your choke hold and take control of my life.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC
You are the glowing coal in the bonfire-
The one that stays hot and bright
Never to burn out or turn to ash
But to thaw frozen fingers indefinitely.
We are entwined and entangled
Bright eyes locked, greedy for each other.
Bodies held together like a Chinese finger trap.
You smile. I unravel.
Your lips put me back together.
You are the earth, the grass, the sun.
Revitalizing and calming, fantastic and real.
I breathe you in and I begin again.
With senses in overdrive and nerves in flames,
I take you in and we are one again.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC
Once upon a concrete fairytale
There lived, and loved, a girl
With eyes of cuts of sky
And lips of roses red.
She aimed to be kind,
And she aspired to be perfect,
And though it's what you saw
She often fell short,
Like a shot of whiskey;
This lovely, golden girl.
If she so wished,
The stars would have been her hairnet,
The midnight ink her silent gown,
And suitors the slippers that caressed her feet,
The ones she walked all over.
She was described as
Spring; as laughter in liquid form
To be drank in slowly; as ice
On the spine - so revitalizing;
Like your future,
Like everything you wanted.
But she didn't want
Any part of herself.
She found her words too sweet,
Her beliefs too strong,
She found her own life and song too stifling.
And her Prince was a long time coming.
And you watched her wither,
Eat poison apples, and wake herself up,
You watched her become still, and quiet,
With the lonely that froze her
Out of her own heart.
And so you, her jailer, with your watchful stare,
Took pity, and, releasing her,
From her self made chains,
You told her to cut her hair, to dress different,
To do anything to reanimate her mind.
You gave her the key.
And she used it.
Then she threw it out the tower,
So it could never again enslave her,
And then she jumped after it.
Chasing sweet, unparalleled freedom.
And she lived happily ever after
In the hearts and minds of men.
No puppet strings attached.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
There is something beautiful and revitalizing about October. When the leaves fall the world is surrendering. Letting go of the pieces and parts that can no longer serve in a positive way. Trees hold strong to their core and survive the storms; but every good tree knows that as time goes by, the leaves will come back and we all get to start again.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 5:10 PM UTC
twisted acids building sick
ten hour internal processers
wore and frayed
spilling refuse
leaking bacterial microbes
feeding diseased cells
revitalizing decomposition
foreign substance discovering pleasant surroundings
calling for manifest destiny
and the claiming of new regions in the name of an unseen king
wave after wave of intruders build homes
spread culture
influence the overall society
engage the natives
become allies
all the while undermining the land itself
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
The Eidolon
She awaits the dawn of love in an ambiguous form; a crystal eye for the mind’s eye.
The apparition of untold beauty has transported her soul to the vanishing realm without her Mother’s knowledge.
She is the daughter of the Earth who has been lain to sleep; somnolent for eternity and ethereal in luminosity.
The wings of phoenix have revived a hollow corpse; she no longer lies down but had broken free of binding soil.
The Universe greets her eyes as she lie on the pavement to eternity…
Where are you?
I see now…
The world is swirling around my fingertips; iridescent cosmic glitter has been laid on my fingertips; ethereality and incorporeality run amuck in this realm.
Where have I gone?
Have I not awakened to the light of Mother Nature’s womb?
Is this not the cascading waterfall cavern with luxuriant blossoms along a baptismal and pristine lake?
The rainbow surge had arisen from the horizon, a cosmic crescent of spectral means.
My body; a vessel unseen; fiery silhouettes of a revitalizing eagle.
Scorching heat blazes across the bare soil and she knows then and there that her soul hath been lain, slain, desolated, discombobulated.
A lurid vision of a gory demise; my annihilation that now has passed.
I see now evermore…
My crystal eye, a prognosticator has revealed to me the ghastly truth.
I am merely an elimination, a casualty from an unknown world known as…
cannot remember
“Is it home?”
By Sanders M. Foulke III
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 9:29 PM UTC
The fire hits my back,
Her name is on my tongue.
I clench my teeth and profess her
As being entirely dumb.
She is pathetic, her weakness
Will not trigger anxiety in me;
Let the fire-water touch my back
And I will be set free.
Her words will not cut me,
For she has not cared.
She has turned into a child,
And is never really there.
I am not obliged to fear her,
For she has very little strength;
I have endured this for a
Terribly extended length.
My hands turn off the water,
I step from the shower reborn again;
Although my back is sore
I am no weaker a man.
One day I won't need this,
The revitalizing fire;
But for now it fuels
This everlasting desire.
To be free, to throw off trauma;
To stop fearing the feeble;
To not balk in the face of
Someone who drinks evil.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
I can almost imagine how red you get
At some of the things I've said.
The way you fumble for words and
Get flustered, it's adorable, my favorite.
It's the tiny explosions of tingles
That erupt in my spine, legs, and chest
The words you say-- I can't respond--
They're cloying, saccharine, my favorite.
We'd both argue we're better, more apt than.
(You win, this time, whatever, I guess)
Got to have this competition, got to have the race
It's revitalizing, livening, my favorite.
I'd ignore a comedy to hear your laugh
It's contagious, it always brings me with.
I'm a buffoon for a single chuckle
It's addictive, amazing, my favorite.
And it could be silence that wraps around me
And it could be that razor sharp, sassy wit.
It could be questions and answers and information
But it's you foremost, so lovely, my favorite.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
I look down hoping to see
something other than what I already know.
My God will be
oh-so disappointed
if I have actually done it.
Maybe I didn't.
Maybe its just my imagination.
But I feel it.
That
oozy
sticky
runny
warm
thick
trickle
runs down my am in
a beautiful
glossy
flawless
crimson.
I am so ashamed
but yet so relieved.
I feel like relieved is a wrenched thing to say.
It probably is.
But my morals died
the first time
the razor
and my skin
collided.
And as I stand here,
in awe of my art,
I realize that
oh ****
I have left a little pool
on the floor
and oh ****
it might stain.
But I don't want to clean it.
It catches the light in a certain magical way.
Does this make me evil?
Or simply confused?
Maybe my mind is not working
because I'm just in awe
of these
sick and twisted
but revitalizing
cuts.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
This breath of revitalizing air
Taken in on the first brisk day
inhale
Wintergreen presence of menthol
Leaving me without words to say
Pinecones dropping without provocation
Dodging them as they pummel the ground
exhale
If winter was forever
I think I'd be okay
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC