Best Excite Poems
Ars Poetica
Horace circa 19 BC gave some sound advice to
poets on the art of writing poetry and drama.
The following thoughts may echo in our minds,
most likely, the intent of what he may have meant . . .
A poem may excite and delight readers with its
imagery, meaning, metaphors, and so much more
A poem may speak of “home” and what it means
to each of us as we grow up and reach adulthood
A poem may excite one’s imagination to learn
of people, places, events, and things in our world
A poem may speak to one’s emotions—
love, lust, hate, happiness, sadness, and more
A poem may speak to palpability—
touching, feeling, embracing, kissing, and more
A poem may address courage—
to stand for something meaningful against all odds
A poem may address a weakness—
cowardice, avarice, and even a temptation
A poem may address humility—
in realizing that being humble can be strength too
A poem may address faith—
believing in yourself and others, and a cosmic destiny
A poem may address morality—
as good and evil, right and wrong are with us always
A poem may address objects and images—
that tickle one’s poetic imagination and certitude
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
January 10, 2018 (Couplet)
I scour the sky's for signs
Talking to the constellations.
Walking home alone
With an array of destinations.
I need "titillation"
An excitement to take over.
Do I overlook the smallest things.
Or rather see a four leaf clover?
Devour life like a succulent peach
Don't dilly dally on the bad
Take time to inhale the
sun as well as rain.
Like that bloke I met I last week
Hours I didn't even notice
Next morning I passed him trotting down the street
Recalling memories of my lost dog Otis.
Live in the present, not past or tomorrow.
Breathe in the hindsight that you missed.
As far as I am concerned
We should have immediately got hitched
.
She laid poised
'pon mine bedroll
Eyne beaming
lips
displaying
with sweet wide smile
hern pearls
My kneez were buckling
whilst mine eyne slithered
her twisted torso
‘Exposing with relish she wuz
hern hale haunch
Cocksure’
What lover uv write
Would ignore
This share
Uv i
“mine two digits
tap tap
tapping
‘pon this machine
Whilst mine other
duke’s two digits
pulled
Haltingly with excite
her
bikini bottom’s bowed
string”
*Cocksure: overly confident
Hale: sound; free from defect
For Timothy Lee
You excite all my senses.
I happily lack any defenses
against stimuli your love dispenses.
Your ways lack false pretenses.
Whenever together, true joy commences.
Eyes, ears, taste, scents, touch -
all intoxicate me so much.
My heart and soul clutch
because our love grants such.
You are my sweet penuche.
Thoughts of me and you
paint a picture perfect view.
Our combination is love's brew
sweet seeped through and through.
Daily, love gifts us anew.
That sin excite
me,sexual ego sex
up.
When I *******, I
heaven on the earth.
Just like how player
needed golden cup,
so do my body
needed sexy girth.
Each morning I
desire lolita's act.
Midday, I do search
out for foreplay girl.
At dusk, with sexy
worker, I react.
At night time only
dirty bed my pearl.
But deadly hell fire
belong I evermore.
Reward of sinners
are but to pass on.
What profit shall I
inbox when one more
earth I regain but
lost eternal Bon.
In God's own
kingdom, I shall put
my head.
Let God's excite
prevail my dirty bed.
Beginnings Excite but Are Difficult,
Getting Out of Bed to the Alarm,
Deciding What Needs Doing is Occult,
Showing Up at the Office Can Harm,
The Urge to Exclaim "Halt!",
School Often Makes One a Worm,
Lines Blank on Paper May Scald,
1st Words are Awkward & Squirm,
Like Feet Preceding a Swim, Cold!
But Take the Plunge, Abandon, Be Firm,
"Dive In!, Carpe Diem!" Your Story be Told,
Yet Giving Birth May Affirm,
If Done Right Never Gets Old,
A "Nes", The Newborn Solution Confirm,
Imagine! Curious & Daring as Disney Walt,
Cleaning Up After the Party, Post Partum,
Even Eating Begins in the Kitchen Called,
"Legwork" as it's Needed to Enjoy the Hum,
It's Easy to Overlook Our DNA Spiraled,
Roots, Such as My Loved Little Woman,
If I Can't Anew Fresh Starts in Life Bundled,
The Men in White Coats Will Hunt Me Down!
HAIKU
~~~~~~
we sit alone
the moon has us in its grasp
blue can excite
I paint my words
Every sparkle and hue
The color of romance
A tiny splash of passion will do
All the wonders
As the words collide and meet
The heat from my pen
Paint my emotions so sweet
Magic of love to write
My moods excite
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Giddy with excitement
of two souls' delightment.
One tiny taste of a moments bliss
found within one simple kiss.
Carrying on with wings of flight
Mouths open invoking wetness-- landslide.
Much euphoria & sweetness await.
How, on this day, did come such fate?
Once only an object of affection from afar
hast come making my heart sing & giggle & soar.
For from only mere seconds in continuum of time
bottling up these fleeting glances of ours-- yours & mine.
From moonglow
To sunglow.
Once skyglow
Igniting soulglow.
Now laughs my soul
in this everglow.
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She walks toward the room, lips soft and warm.
A slight skip, a fiendish smirk.
Looking at the beads of sweat on your brow form,
An idea she has, will it work?
Grabbing you by the hips, she tenses.
Oooh...I have a headache, good night!
Enthusiastic because all my dreams, hopes, needs – everything I’ve ever imagined could be… is now reality
I like the feeling of dirt beneath my feet. I like to hear the gate squeak. I like to wake up
singing. I like the smell of dirtbike exhaust in the morning. I like the look of sharks teeth.
When it rains I like it pouring. I like gravy with my dark meat. I like to wake myself up
snoring. I like danger and excitment. I don't like to be boring.
Risk Takers excite me
Jumping in without hesitation
Optimism oozing out of them
Self confident
Perpetually ready
Game for whatever
Diving off cliffs
Our out of airplanes
Without caution
Expecting the best
Anticipating the thrill of the win
And usually getting it
It steals silently in the dark night,
wrapping your mind into its arms,
telling tales of your majesty,
enhancing stories of your many charms.
Soon you feel on top of the world.
Nothing can get in your way.
Everything's perfect: you made it so.
You, the ruler of all your survey.
Money has suddenly grown on trees.
You talk ceaselessly, not eat a bite.
You ride along on the mania trip
where everything seems to excite.
Your opposite is depth of depression.
Ennui invades everything now.
You've come down with a terrible sadness;
the weight of the world furrows your brow.
Sleep becomes your only refuge.
About your dreams, one hasn't a clue.
When roused from sleep, you stare at TV,
and stare at the ceiling long periods, too.
This is the roller coaster of your life,
a ride one would not willingly take.
The ups very high, the downs very low,
the mediums you must forsake.
For those caretakers with a loved one
afflicted with this terrible assault:
you ride up and down on waves of their mind
because you realize no one is at fault.