Best Breathless Poems
"I want to see thirst In the syllables, touch fire In the sound; feel through the dark. For the scream." ~ Pablo Neruda
I
taste the
pulse of stars
coursing through rhymes,
stirring my moon-swept
soul, as I ache for your
soft blue sparks of poetry,
breathless and lost in the musky
heat of phrases etched beneath champagne
skies, wrapped in threads of chiffon-laced heartbeats.
And I think of you ~ the pearl warmth of dusk,
for in your arms, I felt a wistful
verse, glowing like fervent fireflies
but if love could color the
blush of secret sunsets,
would you be the gold
that binds me to
Romeo’s
silent
sighs?
Relaxing to a rain song serenade
Which breaks the stillness of hot southern nights
Fat bullfrogs harmonize while crickets play
A melting moon drips waxy yellow light
The motion of the porch swing cools your sweat
It's rhythm synchronizes with fireflies
Romantic nights like these remove regrets
Because they seem to somehow hypnotize
And yet to you they may not sound unique
With rain song serenades and melting moon
Our breathless southern nights have a mystique
Tranquility sings such a peaceful tune
If you think southern nights are not your thing
Come spend one with me on my old porch swing
an original poem by Daniel Turner
An innocent look that never dies
comes to me with bedroom eyes
With a touch of flame
I can't explain,
It makes me crave
again
and again
Words, like chocolate,
my sweet addiction
My heart cries out
for endless affection
Passion burning, such deep desire
I melt in this heat
as flames grow higher
Hot emotion now ablaze
smokey haze
erotic craze
Dry lips, breathless screams
rising from these endless dreams
We were vibrant once
but it seems the sun has taken it's toll
Slowly wrinkles and cracks have appeared
Our once glowing skin has perceptibly faded
I am now a fan of the moon
It allows us to maintain the illusion of youth
I prefer it's more subtle glow
as it washes over our bodies
Passion is our elixir
For our spirits have not faded
Our desire is the fountain of youth
You my forever bride
make this man thankful
for each and every time
you leave me breathless
There are times, awkward
Moments when I question my own feelings
My ideas, thoughts, beliefs
The way I have been directed and the
Way I have lived
There are times, difficult
Moments when I don’t know the answers
My theories, contemplations, hopes
The memories that have given me promises
Of the light that I seek
The wonder felt in a dream
Beckoning me, protecting me, telling me
All that I have lived for – my faith
Is like a raindrop or a embrace
Not long and I’ll know His touch
The breath of His love
Against my naked spirit
The kindness that will lift me
Through every worry and temptation
There are times, tricky
Moments when I fail to feel sure, certainty
Colors me ambiguous and I wake to
A world of dark, dreary death
Blackness surrounding my silent wish
For purity, praise, prayer – promises of
The everlasting grace – hope and glory
Songs to enchant and embrace
Longings rich and vibrant, whole
Like a hallelujah
Sung breathlessly, with
Anticipation of holy help
There are times, obstinate
When I’m insecure
It is then that faith reminds me
Jesus is alive, a light
Living inside me, enlightening
Delighting, heartening
He only desires my trust
In His intimate, vibrant
Everlasting Love
I believe He is alive
A burning fire
Living inside
Where I only desire
To be like Him
I’m His child
And I am not an only child
Religion meets spirituality
On the edge of His brilliance
Embrace Jesus and live
On the caress of His spirit
Religion or Spirituality Contest
Unseeking Seeker
May 14, 2021
It sounds like laughter, the wind,
Softly rustling leaves, prayers
Fading silence, busy rush
Gusts of light, dancing
Clouds hang low, muffling the maple-covered mountainside.
Fog rises from a saturated earth, weakly wetting a soft breeze.
Mist maintains the connection 'tween earth and eternity.
Within the gloom, where barren treetops scrap the sky, twigs green.
Hope springs with random bits of color to the opened mortal eye.
Soon, soon, a brighter pallet will appear, light will live.
A gray day lies upon the wane and weary eye of morn.
Soon, wind-born blossoms wipe the cinders from the pale eye of sol,
melting the chill of fog and mist, warming the home of man.
First Published by Mused: BellaOnLine Literary Review 2015
A dream once entered the hall leading
to the stairway of enchanting dining room
one guest echoes rang out bells began chiming
inside an echo to the soul dancing paradise golden sands speak
Blowing whispers silently upon a heartbeat calls
footsteps your stage platform takes to dancing ignites
into a restless flame flicking warmly on each breath
sweet delight floating in a fresh blue breeze
Two celestial beings join universes apart our spirits fly
planets and stars gazing softly twinkle love
on a collision course together we spark lighting up
silver ore we are the magic that spells are made from dust
Caught in lust's whirlpool -
pretzel entwined limbs
edge me into your
carnal cavity
whilst you taste thine's flesh.
Nail-induced scars
tattoo my back
as wanton yips
pervade night air.
Erotic
stimuli
mingle and
sculpt our
torso's
whole!
The powerful palpitations pounding in my chest,
Will my heart with stand this test,
Another attack has just begun,
Abracadabra out it sprung.
Piercing pain constricting my chest,
My ribs collapsing, the attack conquering its quest,
Each breath harder, sharper, shallower than the next,
My fingers hastily clawing at my chests raw flesh.
Panic awakens my pale plain face,
Every gasp leaves a lingering lifeless taste,
Time is of the essence, prayers wont save me now,
The devils claws run deep and are dragging me down.
Awaiting me, a fiery hell of tortured terror,
My lungs burn is my soul to be condemned forever,
Just one deep breath to save my soul hear me saviour,
I beg of you I am not ready to meet my maker.
Finally the attack releases my air way,
The fatal fear and fantasies begin to fade away,
I have survived another panic attack today.
My eyes are all out of breath
A day such as this
feels the calm fingers
........ of eternity
In this....the morning of a new year
change stands on the horizon
Yet, earth feels no quiver
...the air
weaves no motion in the shafts of wheat
to mark the soundless trail by which the seasons pass
So hushed a day is this
that one mere leaf
floating earthward with compliant sigh
would send the echo of it's whispering
across the purple arches of the sky
can I? should I? even try to write a poem?
for, who am I to describe?
a
q u i e t
b e a u t y
t r a n s c e n d i n g
a l l
e y e s
this
gift
from
God
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To slow dance into night with a new love,
anticipation building all the while!
To look into your darling’s eyes and see
the adoration that you strongly feel
reflected back, for you too are adored,
and barely can you breathe it feels so good!
Romance has budded sweetly like a rose.
Its scent is pure delight, and petal-soft
will be the kiss that you’ve been dreaming of.
Your fingers interlace. A thrill divine
goes down your spine, and tiny butterflies
are all aflutter in your stomach as
you gaze into the eyes of your amor.
Your love - so fresh - like snow that no one yet
has tread upon; your prints will be the first!
There's nothing like it; never will there be
a thing so beautiful as this first love.
You're both alone beneath a starry sky.
You lean in for that magical first kiss.
There’s nothing else but bliss in all the world,
and breathless, oh, you’re soaring to the moon!
Dec. 28, 2021 using theme Breathless
Now for A Strand (1057) Poetry Contest
"Being alone with Spirit lifts souls with gifts of joy for hearts and light for eyes." Poet
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Whether I am embracing joy or buried in strife,
Your presence has been clear to me all of my life.
Through all years, I have sought to feel You even more
so truth continuously cements firmer within my core.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
Whenever I need and seek precious time alone with You,
I close my eyes so all of the world leaves my view.
Focusing on a tiny white spot grows an ethereal light.
I see and feel vibrations pulsed exquisitely bright.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
Within my chest palpitates a genuine, stupendous high
unlike any intoxication to be felt on earth's side of sky.
It is no longer air that I breathe, but Your glory I inhale.
You lovingly wrap me serene in glimpses of divine detail.
Your closeness - my awareness ~ I live zealously breathless
she was fragile-
delicate, like autumn fighting
for reveries of crimson tides,
delirium raced and left no trace,
and before i whispered farewell-
she was already gone.
she spoke as if her awakening
had arrived,
yet-
hid without telling me where
to seek;
ran over rivers not fearing
bridges,
fought with might while weak-
the egregious demons she
grew up with rippled into fears,
all the why mes and what ifs-
questions left unanswered
leaving her breathless and me…
restless.
she was not self-centered,
just a woman longing to
see the snow-capped Rocky
Mountains once again-
(where she found herself lost in joy)
she’s been gone for quite some
time now-
and even on obtuse nights when
midnight breaks medallion dreams,
i wonder why she felt indigent and
abandoned.
as i mediate the contradicting
thoughts my mind wears,
i remember why she left in
the first place-
to find PEACE.
i shall consecrate her memory...
by loving others as she loved me.
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August 15, 2019
Writing Challenge 2, November - A Poem Meaningful
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wisshkobi Ode
Eyes, lashes, lips, what
What flaming trap did you set
My precious, Kismet
English Haiku
December 10, 2019