Best Euphoria Poems
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2/14/2015
Euphoria this morning, it hits me
now and then. A feeling of joy and peace.
A feeling of well being, sense of we
rather than I, quickening, a release,
knowledge that there is another world
so close that I can touch it if I choose,
a sense of all the others that I hold
at bay on ordinary days, let loose
in the room, the house, in the universe,
and I know I am invited to join
them where they are, here and in the reverse,
seen and unobserved, a flip of a coin
away. I hold the door open slightly,
at times for hours, then, close it gently.
Equivocal Euphoria
A bird song heralds
a halcyon morn, espies--
wiles of a keen hawk.
2019 May 20
*2nd Place
Writing Challenge 3, May 2019, Nature Haiku
~~Constance La France
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.
Tis here that I met you on a pleasing summer morn
Where blossoms of the cherry, out on the bough, adorn;
Underneath the cherry tree euphoria welled soon,
I met you in the morning, I loved you by the noon.
You were more the things to me that I should ever know
And there beneath the cherry tree, neath the scented show,
We watched the sun rise in the sky and felt our hearts entwine
And all the world was lost to me just as your eyes kissed mine.
We loved throughout that summer time down in the cherry glade;
The warmest days that I had known that God has ever made.
And from an overflowing cup of mirth where I may drink
Beneath the blooming cherry tree, beneath the perfumed pink.
But as the autumn chill appeared and cooled the air around
The leaves upon the cherry tree were tumbled to the ground.
Then so the dusk of time came by, the evening of the day,
And in the darkness of the night my love had gone away.
Yet still the joy of love is mine, though but a moment long,
The memory of those blissful days shall always here belong.
And I shall sacrifice the peace I ever knew before ~
The pain of love remains with me for now and evermore.
Plaisir d'amour ne dure qu'un moment
Chagrin d'amour dure toute la vie.
It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly.
Flight motion is a dreamy adventure I would savor.
How excited I would be to Peter Pan the sky.
I feel certain the atmosphere would gladly comply.
Granting me ascent would be a most splendid favor.
It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly.
Passing birds would wonder why and what was saying hi.
My desire to sky soar would never reduce or waver.
How excited I would be to Peter Pan the sky.
To sky view earth's wondrous beauty might make me cry.
Dipping and lifting thru blue could make me a flight craver.
It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly.
My liftoff would be a spry leg jump and arm raising try.
I could be an artistic flying, smiling, cloud engraver.
How excited I would be to Peter Pan the sky.
Amplified amazing waves of euphoria would apply.
Each moment of exhilaration would grow me braver.
It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly.
How excited I would be to Peter Pan the sky.
Euphoria is a canvas bright,
Where joy paints life in colors light;
In cozy nooks, we find our peace,
Hearts bloom with hope, and worries cease.
I gaze upon the mountain’s crown,
Veiled in clouds, yet never down;
A promise whispers through the mist,
The sun will rise, and shadows twist.
On rainy days, beneath the green,
Birds shelter softly, their songs unseen;
Yet optimism stirs in their chests,
Soon they’ll emerge, wearing their best.
Life’s tides may shift, as storms may sway,
Bad news can darken, good news can play;
In the race of life, we may feel the strain,
Yet love’s embrace brings joy again.
I long to embark on a journey of ecstasy with you
Ride on the waves of unquenchable desires
I can't wait to feel such euphoric sensations
Just the thought of you, takes my breath away
I will be lying underneath the pale moonlight waiting,
For you to take me on a sweet trip, to unknown places
In cerebral moments of euphoria
we allow the mind to wander
where the body wishes to fly
where waves wash along seashores
anecdotal to our new found virgin sky
in fissures we do fuse
igniting within a spark
an inner euphoric battle
epic
killing off of time and space
we are one with the night
beheld in the blackness of trust
crushed by stone
and stirred
until we are strong
cast to the grail
of one another
inseperable
like the wind
filling holes
we rise above
the rubble
tossed across the sand
She's like a cool breeze in summer of June
Like twinkling stars above the crescent moon
Like the shining sun in winter's noon
She's like a majestic bird soaring in the sky
Like diaphanous wings of a butterfly
Like I've found the heaven high above the sky
She's like a soft drizzle of monsoon rain
Like a soothing ointment at times of pain
Like a touch to reality that keeps me sane
She's like glorious glimmer of Northern lights
Like a warm blanket in a cold night
Like someone who can turn every wrong into right
She's like calm music to my ears
Like ravager of all my fears
And she is all I want to see and all I want to hear
loose, lacy, white - a flowing blouse
the muse left clues in green-gray eyes
an outlier near the lighthouse-ocean
the seabreeze salty and windswept
foreshadowing of quill and paper
before she knew what to say
before the euphoria of surf
leapt up and touched her fingertips
before she learned to grasp
shadows and shapes, beyond the pale
moon and muted sun
dandelion seeds and towering
sunflowers kissed the blue sky
she’s a mere child, shy and unseen
seeded by the realm of poets
that came before her
the unknowns with journals
antique paper with vanishing ink
the poets with landscapes
that look out of their lighthouses
and see potential
perspicuity, peculiarity
themselves as a child
and open the window
let the little girl get a taste
of ebb and flow, pen and ink
E-dging ever closer to a
u-niversal link between the
p-eople who oppose all
h-ateful despots who encroach
o-n precious freedoms be they
r-ight or left wing motivated spectres
i-n a world that watches daily with abhorrence
a-t the "moderates" who look the other way
Love song to Toria -
You were euphoria.
You gave my heart a whirl -
First time I kissed a girl.
My first slow dance was you -
Thought our romance was true.
Sang our tune, had some fun -
All too soon, love was gone.
Cosmic colors dance and prance
Swirling in and out of black holes
Doe-see-do’ing through the void.
God paints in pigment of a billion shades;
Each color in his Crayola box begets a
vibrant note of ecstasy in my soul.
I resonate with the universe;
pour myself through timeless seas of
onyx and obsidian hoops.
I am liquid joy as my soul melts into each hue.
Without the morbid physical plane,
I am one more painting
Living eternal.
Emerald eyes smile bright like sun
Unique peach grin bubbly so fun
Purple passionate soul singing in rain
Happy as brown toad maybe as vain
Orange fruity dance as umbrella snaps
Rosy cheeks like cranberries that laugh
Impressive indigo views an optimistic spirit
Amethyst hope glows from heart you hear it
There are moments
when love feels like flight,
as though the air itself bends
to lift us higher.
Your smile is not just light,
it is acceleration,
a rush that floods my body
until I am dizzy with wonder.
Every glance from you
is electricity-
not pain,
but the spark of being alive
in ways I had only imagined.
Euphoria is dangerous,
a fever of the soul.
It makes the ordinary miraculous:
a shared laugh becomes music,
a hand brushing mine
becomes revelation.
The world is still flawed,
but through you
I see it gleam,
as though touched by divinity.
I fear this joy sometimes,
its intensity,
its sharpness.
But what is love
if not the willingness
to surrender to the storm
and let it remake you?
So I leap,
I fall,
I burn,
I soar.
For in your presence,
every nerve sings,
and I am made infinite.