Best Exhilarates Poems
Flowers In Your Hair, Gold Dust On Your Trailing Gown
( Robert Lindley and Nicola Byrne )
Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing gown
You my true sky angel, had floated right on down.
Golden sandals on your feet, toenails glowing white
All eternity shan’t see a prettier sight.
Your soft and gentle voice, a million ways of sweet
Your touch is my hope and your kiss, love-food to eat.
Each moment a true blessing, you my darling gave
Each dance your gift, healing treasures, my heart to save.
Love of my life, sing softest hymns to this lost soul
For before you came, sorrows took a heavy toll.
Know darling, this heart and spirit you have thus healed,
Should fate deny us, with love, truth has been revealed.
Now every balmy breeze that blows against my skin,
Resonant of your kisses, brings a joyous grin.
In the sun’s warm splendour, a halo I doth see
Shine upon the waters, where love’s eyes swim to me.
And every now and then, blessed with rains from above,
I feel your tender touch, the glory of your love.
Your scent, like fragrant blossoms, straight from heaven’s lawn
Exhilarates the senses, waking me each dawn.
Firm witness is the world, to thy healing powers
and graceful presence, bringing halcyon hours.
All that I envision, to turn around a frown:
Flowers in your hair, gold dust on your trailing gown.
Collaboration by Robert J. Lindley and Nicola Byrne
5-22-2017
Words were meant to be shared,
embraced, loathed at times,
feared, and met with trepidation.
Words release that power within us
we need to express in tactile whispers
or in loud climactic reverberations.
They are meant to charm, to soothe,
to pacify, to even stop that internal
clock ticking away elusive moments.
Words...
laid bare, exhuming the bleeding heart
with its rhythmic flow that exhilarates
to an innate beating of native drums.
When words enter the realm of poetry
they seek their own uncharted path
enlightening and illuminating the spirit.
They become their own reward,
caught between light and shadow,
imagination and creative exploration.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Sizeable Passion Grows, Unspoken Exhilarates Her Hunger
For His Undying Love To Her.
Two Heart's Collide Then Lightnin Struck
Only In Their Dream's Can She
Come To Him,
In Secrecy.
Wrapping So00 Ever Tightly,
Around The Clouds Sealing The Kiss
So00 Intimitly....Pressed!
He Gentley Lay's Her Down
On Silky Sheets Of Blue
Ribbon Caressing Her With Finesse
Oh So00 Ever Softly.
The Two Heart's Collide Creativitly
Speaking, Unlocking Lips:
Oh So00 Quietly.
When Two Heart's Collide,
Oh So00 Feircely, Knowing
They Can Only Be Together In Dream's
He Softly Kisses Her Goodnight,
With Deep Watered Passion In His Eye's
She Can Now Sleep
Restfully Against His,
Chest; Shortly
Awakened The Two Heart's
That Collided,
Forever
Dreamed....
Night is not like day,
when my body is groggy and I get tired,
but sleep doesn't come suddenly...
Even when the macabre darkness reigns,
I seek the hidden moon among the hickories,
to make me stray from loneliness...
And strolling with the pace of vagabonds,
I get to feel what they feel: when they are
ignored or forgotten by others...
Crickets seem out of tune,
while the watchful owls conjure;
and what attracts me: is mystery...
The bag-lady sleeps on the same bench,
and her softest pillow is a heap of leaves;
this morning she performed a superb dance...
The bright lam-posts begin to dim, to scare the fire-flies away;
and flickering they announce the new day,
when the strong aroma of the jasmines exhilarates me...
Night is not like day,
when the perfect peace is really felt inside;
even my gentle shadow turns into a silver light...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I am an aged dusky man,
like a bottle of Bordeaux wine,
The older am I,
The Stronger my tipsiness,
I am packed in old Jeroboam bottle;
May be in old filthy bottle,
Yet soul is fresh vigorous,
inebriating wine;
My soul is prisoner under cork,
Once is released,
gravity is at height;
Squirt my wetty aroma,
exhilarates all for fun;
My body may break or perish,
Even may leave me helpless,
Yet am Bordeaux wine, loved by all,
They all know, more the older am I,
More the tipsiness I have;
I am an aged dusky man,
like a bottle of Bordeaux wine;
© Sadashivan Nair.
WINGS OF WONDER
cool wings of blackbirds
likened to blue angel jets
spectators wonder
a shadow that soars beneath
a cloud that exhilarates
7/17/2017
tanka form
Summer Haiku
Gliding through blue waves
freedom that exhilarates
surfing my ocean...
05/15/16
Mountains feel its cascade.
Yesterdays remember its destruction.
Blossoms drink its delightfulness.
Estuaries enliven effervescently.
Sunshine shimmers during sprinkles.
The freedom of rain exhilarates.
Rainwater refreshes.
Acclimates the atmosphere.
Invigorates the soul.
Nurtures all that lives.
Precious precipitation,
Omnipotent and cyclical,
Entices excitement.
Merrily mizzling..
© July 16, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: best RAIN poem
Sponsored by: ¥ Destroyer ¥ Poet
Note: mizzling - definition of mizzling by the Free Online Dictionary ...
To rain in fine, mistlike droplets; drizzle. n. A mistlike rain; a drizzle. [Middle English misellen ...
www.thefreedictionary.com/mizzling
Every layman knows that since long ago,
painting, sketching and sculpting
by those possessing valid talent
has produced art that exhilarates hearts
and/or thoughts as artistry caught.
Not all know that our modern times
paired fine arts’ aesthetics chime
with craft’s utilitarian cadence
under Visual Art's mega umbrella.
Many wish riddance to this ambivalence.
To me, the grabbing-high from creativity
comes when it moves me perceptively.
I’m not much for art particulars,
its critics, popular trends or scholars.
I have my own criteria for art to
be brought home and share my hearth;
it must spark my imagination’s girth
with a delight that bubbles forth.
... CayCay
March 5, 2019
Flower I hold in hand, delicate as your sweet charm
Reaffirms my love, and feelings of amorous warmth
Idyllic like your serene beauty, petals are made of glee
Surrounded by ardent leaves of treasured memories
Color is your favorite pink, but the aroma is my wish
Searching nectar like a honeybee, adorning my plea
Never could I say enough, without help of eternal
Delivering blissful message, from my heart to yours
Yes, I wrote the verses but the words are not mine
They were custom-made to worship in your shrine
When you hear my inner voice urging for your reply
A gentle tug of heart exhilarates fervid eyes to smile
Scripting affectionate cherish of happy-valentine song
For love has always known, to each other we belong
February 13, 2018
Placed first in contest # 545 by Brian Strand
Trumpet
Melody notes
One fine evening
Bugle celebrates victory
Proclaiming amnesty into air
Trumpeter exhilarates
Lets out loose
Blows it harder
Trumpet
Written on 9/9/13 by
Dr. Upma Sharma
On visual #2
bordello beauty
exhilarates rich gray beard~
rubies seduce her
A gentle breeze
Resonates me
At heartstrings,
Sets a quiver
Of emotions,
Quaffs all my
Grief,
Nipping life
Into me,
Retreads my
Rambunctious self,
A gentle breeze,
A keepsake,
Is dainty
And compatible,
Jiggles and
Evokes aspirations,
Exhilarates ,
A zephyr !!
Note: ( I proudly share the same birth date with my favorite poet, Robert Frost (3-26)
I wrote the following poem in honor of my favorite poet, Robert Frost, who was born in the same
month and date as I, March 26th, the only difference was the year, yet those years have not separated
our poetic kinship. I decided to use a similar style as was used by my childhood poet hero.
The poem is not about him, yet I have used his surname in the title as inspiration for it! I hope you enjoy it. Robert
This Frost Brings Snow
When rains attempt to touch down.
Chilled north breath freezes them;
Heaven's watery tears,
Turning inward to crystal.
So much fun to slide
On their blinding residue.
These feet used for sleds;
Not so humorous on unprepared bottom.
Still, this fresh cold oxygen,
It exhilarates older lungs.
I've breathed warmer air,
Yet from poisoned lower valleys.
Something about this frosted water,
Floating into my life.
A natural miracle from the sky;
My mind loves it before it melts.
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Music is life; live with it...
The life flows in romance,
Dances in blissful tune,
As the pitch of flute's melody,
Flows high and low;
Like flowing lake,
Enjoy ups and down in life;
Music inspires; own it...
Tune of life as violin strings,
Exhilarates senses of mind,
Transforms to positivity,
Directs to live,
With purpose in life;
Music is love; cling on with...
Embellishes spirit,
Drives emotions rise,
Eyes get wet by dews,
Teaches to live for others;
Music is relief; unwind it...
However the stress,
However pain may you have,
Yet the Mind draws to melody,
Ears are open wide,
Enchants the Mind;
Feel relieved from pain and sad;
Music is attraction; drag it...
Pulls you to spiritual height,
Tempts to live your life,
Peace and contentment,
Drives your life;
As sound of melody tune;
Music is personality; express it...
Melody of vibrating guitar,
Melts your heart,
As ice melts in warm sun shine,
Builds you soft, humble, wise;
Compassionate you are;
Endearment,
Becomes priority of life;
Music is remedy; discover it;
You are in different world;
Heart pumps in vacillation,
Blood flows in inebriation,
Nerves open wide;
Music is cure,
Calms down stress;
Frees you from emotional pain,
Brings happiness back;
© Sadashivan Nair