Best Ecstatic Poems

"Here rise to life again, dead poetry!
Let it, O holy Muses, for I am yours,
And here Calliope, strike a higher key,
Accompanying my song with that sweet air
which made the wretched Magpies feel a blow
that turned all hope of pardon to despair"
—Dante, "Purgatorio", Canto I, lines...

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kissing my love good
loving the touch of her skin
her doing the same...

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The American Dream.
What is it? How do you live it?
Most would say “I want to be rich and famous!” 
Or “I want to have world peace.”
My answer would be to be happy.
But that's impossible when happiness is an illusion.
A cloudy image of your desire can...

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I'm strongly feeling
Into the depths of my heart, 
That this present life 
Would be my 
Last and liberating birth...

This is my final show
Of this tragic drama
On this ill-fated vast stage 
Made up of
Time and space...

I was an actor
In this eternal drama
Since the ancient times,
But, at...

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ecstatic we run to embrace freedom,
are too afraid to turn back 
lest we get caught again.



Contest: In Praise of a Kimo
Mohan Chutani
17.02.2015
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I have written your name
Upon the ethereal layer
Of my memory
Which always supplies me
The life saving oxygen
To live in.

I drink the wine
Of your alluring beauty
And sacred Love
Which gives my heart
Ecstatic pleasure
On earth everytime....

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I long to see you, to infuse you with joy
Speak bubbling words to soothe 
Your aching heart
Hold you tightly in my loving arms
Place lasting kisses on your very soft,
Revered lips
As an honest man does to a newly-found 
young woman
Of whom his heart craves so much...

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With his first touch our galaxy became an orchestra,
I quivered as waves of ecstasy took possession of me,
I felt I was no more in control of what was to be,
I heard voices of celestial beings,
Galactic sounds turned the heavens into an opera,
Angels misty, joyful tears...

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Attune yourself to see the miracle of music.
Merging with the dance is truly ecstatic.
Hey! Swing, sway and frisk, every way it’s fantastic!

Stir your senses, I wanna hear your riotous roar.
Unbound and bounce, in you I see Terpsichore
Just dance, just dance! Forget every frightening chore!

 I...

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The world says,” Mom is always beside”.
Oh mom! When I need you, where do you hide?

The world says, “Mom is a child’s best friend.”
Oh mom! Why, you couldn’t comprehend?

To my childhood, your presence was ecstatic.
But I miss a mom, who has never been emphatic.

I left...

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Your unique colors once flashed light’s perfection inside my 
dark and with ecstatic presence you erased all the gray stains in
my heart.  In our arms, through our words and shared actions, 
our love merged and returned fulfilling, stirred and deserved 
barrier-free years.

Now, you have...

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Cooling your glass in
The cold waters
That flow forth, fresh and crisp
From my fragrant heart,
I raise to you that cup of nectar
And I am moved to see the grateful drops
That form in your emerald eyes…

We will sup a bit, and then
We will dive, together,
Clothed in our...

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Meer Bai (1498-1546) was a Hindu mystic, musician, poet, and saint. She was born to a royal house, but gave up all privilege to live as a beggar, singing of her true love Krishna along the byways and in the marketplace. I have adapted two...

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Three days and topo, 
Drawn circle to stay 
Within; can’t 
Encounter another.

Three days of solitude
Bare provisions, no tent;
Fruit, jerky, one egg,
Three matches.

The rest of food to find
Mid-summer, Sierra,
Plenty if you know,
Nothing if not.

Night one, little sleep 
Chilled, shaking fingers
Touch flame to tinder – 
Welcome whisp.

Eat...

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Mystic dancer in the firelight,
spinning, swirling as her soul takes flight,
chasing spirits on an astral plane
and catching them to call by name.

Perspiration beads on her skin,
arms spread like wings of her peregrine,
bracelets jingle and scatter light
and she dances late into the night.

Drummers beat out a...

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