Best Extroverted Poems
“I want to be alone… with someone else who wants to be alone.” – Dimitri Zaik
I was born an introvert,
misplaced in an extroverted garden.
Mother's cocoon,
which once kept me safe and warm,
now left me exposed to
green-eyed predators,
who stole my fluorescent fragility.
Is it any wonder that in adolescence,
my heart resembles red glass,
which can shatter at the slightest betrayal,
bleeding in crushing, harlequin drops.
In between the silence of heartbeats,
there was a demonic darkness,
plaguing the scent of my honeysuckle aura—
making me feel an imperfection of ugliness.
Until a vision of a celestial silhouette,
appeared in evergreen ethereal tones.
His smile glistened like tender
pearls of white, seducing
my senses speechless.
I am like a drop of rain upon
his petals of orchid glory.
I know there will be monsoon seasons,
erratic elements harassing my presence,
among his poetic prestige,
yet, I yearn to be
the one,
who is forever enthroned by
his emerald eminence.
Devotion floats in the
silence of heartbeats -
only lovers savor and devour.
I crawled to her
like a caterpillar.
Cradling in her cocoon -
her vision transformed
me into a butterfly.
She is a love -
for whom
I've left behind
a trail of petals -
to roam within her
eternal evergreen Eden.
In florescent fragility
of her femininity.
I'm an introvert in
her extroverted flower garden.
Her sunflower smile, highlights her
delightful dahlia dimples.
Sensations of her satin skin are
smoother than vanilla orchids.
Aromatic aura unfurls like honeysuckle,
wrapping around my emotions.
Her ethereal jasmine scent,
seduces me speechless.
Lost in her evocative lobelia eyes,
desire drinks from the cup of lust,
flowing like a fountain towards the
lusciousness of her red lily lips -
would they be sinful to kiss?
I am a drop of rain,
resting upon her petal.
Craving to be a bee
suckling nectar from pink
blossoms of her bosoms.
May the quill of my pen,
forever dip in the juices of her ink.
So, I can cultivate within
her flourishing fields -
forever.
Silent One
11 July 2020
This poem was partly inspired by Vijay Pandit's poem
called Garden of Beauty. Thanks for the inspiration!
I always thought that I was like my dad.
People tell me that I look like him
So, I just suspected that we were similar.
He doesn’t show much emotion
I don’t show much emotion.
He’s got blue eyes,
I’ve got blue eyes
He only has a select few friends,
I’m picky with my friends.
He’s funny,
I hope I’m funny.
I’m quiet and reserved,
He’s extroverted and sociable
But I’m at my best when I’m with people.
I’m open to people,
He’s super skeptical of people
I give a lot to people,
He gives a lot to those he loves but not really to those he doesn’t know.
I’m afraid to be alone,
He’s pretty much always been on his own.
Maybe we aren’t that much alike after all.
The saying opposites attract is true for him and I
But perhaps it’s the opposite for my mom and I
We don’t really look alike,
But we do the same things,
feel the same emotions,
still mine are on a much deeper level
For example, I could’ve only known a girl for a month
things end and I’m heartbroken.
It doesn’t happen all the time, it’s legit only when I put a lot of time into it.
The same goes for my mom
she gets over things she didn’t put a lot of time and effort into easily
but when something does
and it doesn’t work out
she takes it hard
we might not show on the outside
but on the inside
it’s like we are lone sailors in the middle of hurricane
trying to lock down the hatches
calling for help,
but just wanting to someone to understand us.
Which is funny,
because I’m 5 shoe sizes bigger than her
yet her shoes don’t seem to hurt my toes.
She always wanted a relationship with her older sister,
I’ve always wanted a relationship with a stranger.
We are so much alike that I tend to get annoyed with her
because it’s like talking to a different version of me.
I’m sorry for not recognizing this earlier mom
It turns out I’m just like you,
And I love it.
Sometimes I would like to be a hermit,
live in solitude in the woods,
away from clamor and distraction,
with quiet to think and write.
Then I remember that I am
an extroverted people person:
I would not last three days
with no one to talk to,
not a month without a party.
I read about the ornamental garden hermits
in 18th century England,
housed in artificial caves on the estates,
paid to be on exhibit and to give
sage advise to visitors –
which sounds like the worst of both worlds.
Maybe I can be a weekend hermit?
SIGNS OF THE TIMES
Wow, this is cool.
Spectacular and groovy
So real to my intellect that I feel that I am a noetic ambiance.
Surreal and extroverted
I am unreserved.
I am spreading my wings to test the world.
See do I really fit in.
If I fail, I will try again.
Wow, what a winner.
Touring the city in my Lamborghini.
Dress as sharp as I cut the corners.
I am prequel to greater excitement.
A cause and effect to another’s desires.
I am ablaze afire.
Avid to paint the city lights,
As I dance in the streets tonight.
Wow, what a knockout.
I stand under the disco ball.
A pleasant surprise and a thrill to all.
Sequential to my last time out.
Ensuing others to come along
On this joyride of freedom.
Never suppress or overpowered
No weapon formed shall prosper.
Wow, what a smash.
I have overcome many obstacles.
Not following any protocol
I am in a rightful mind people.
My workflow is by policy.
I am OSHA and safety.
No guidelines I avoid.
I am the strength of my workforce.
Wow, what a sensation.
I am the image of persuasion.
Under no circumstances do I procrastinate.
The situation is there to investigate.
So I monitor my surroundings
To become wise and intuitive.
Yet, overwhelmed this may become.
That is me of my wisdom.
Wow, another triumph!
Destiny’s miracle.
In a diurnal mood,
To achieve and to attain and
To remain attuned.
Neptune has entered Aquarius.
The birth sigh of Emma Mae Porter-Sexton.
Sirens sing I am here forever and I am a new beginning.
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Penned January 25, 2015!
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of the Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology
Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted
My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun loving guy who enjoys life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife!
© Jack Ellison 2014
When I think of my favourite hue
Images of red blanket my view
Red of the rose, lush like a heart
Intertwined ribbons wild and free
Vibrant and bold full of vintage warmth
Variant shades revealing state of mind
Extroverted or angered with rage
Or coloured by passionate emotion
A defining moment wearing the colour love
Or painting , expressionist in the making
All wrapped and tangled
It’s what red does to me
The colour that is
My favourite hue
If you're off colour
bean bag it
If you're not in the zone
couch it
If you can't center it
spa it
How is your mental furniture?
It says a lot about you
if anyone should see it
who would you allow on it
should anybody need to
Mental furniture in your head
the place you go to
to chill out, relax, regroup
it's your inner therapy
not everyone is extroverted
though that's the trend
what shape does it take
inside your head?
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
From the mystical world of the Astrology
I'm generous, strong and warmhearted
That's if you believe in symbology
Not making this up, check it out
Masculine, positive and extroverted
If I listen too carefully, my head will swell
Which should definitely be averted
My wife suggested widening the doorways
Or I might severely injure my brain
Methinks my honey's being a bit facetious
But I love her a bunch just the same
I'm Leo the Lion, I am, I am
Just a fun loving guy who enjoys life
They also say I'm very broad-minded
Love broads but don't tell my wife!
My solitude, -when I am able to
discover it – how wonderful to me
it is and not so difficult to do.
I find it as I’m writing poetry.
Right now I write with sunshine on my face.
But I could be inside my house; there is
no difference. I feel a kind of grace
when God inspires me, and that grace is His.
An extroverted introvert, I find
my solitude quite easily, for I
see past distractions. Thoughts come to my mind.
They then take shape, like clouds form in the sky!
God, give me grace again and then again -
that poetry might pour from me like rain!
For John Hamilton's Grace & Solitude Poetry Contest
May 4, 2020
I'm logical about my passion
And passionate about my logic
I am shy and friendly
I am an extroverted introvert
I'm an intellectual who loves media glitz
I am a homebody who craves date nights outings
I'm an isolated observer of human nature
I'm an industrious couch potato
I'm a bohemian who requires a structured lifestyle
I'm a despairing romantic
Optimism and pessimism continue to crowd me
I am human...
Mysterious mime or calculating creature
Misanthropic recluse or doting benefactor
Shallow Charlatan or discerning teacher
Obstinate hauteur or modest beseecher
Erudite miser or innovative vizier
Bridled subordinate or confident mentor
Repressed miscreant or extroverted courtier
Natural predator or nurtured fancier
Meager cipher or extravagant couture
Perennial malcontent or persistent pacifier
Venal provocateur or unremitting stabilizer
Wavering transient or steadfast accompanier
Pessimistic mentality or positive reinforcer
Incessant doubter or faithful believer
Opportunistic voyeur or resolute lover
Impulsive actor or objective personifier
Exotic egos evade exit endings, encompass=ing eccentric
extensive earwaxed essentials/ergo enameled equi,
existentials everexuding extra egg entrenched eyecons,
extricating eerie effervescent
ephemerals. Ecoli epitaths engulfing erratic enticing eras, escorting
electric eel embraces establishing estival estates ever enticing
etiological esrogenic excerpts effecting extracurricular edsel
edacious eddy ecto estrogenic ecstacies---endemic endowments
enervative energies, etheral engagements, ethylolic etudes eulogized
evinces evasive evidenced evil equipped evocative enforced
excimer excised exercised excessed extrapolated, extended, excess-ed
extravagantly exualted enviously extroverted extrinsic extrose
excused excited exclusive evolved evangalized eventualated
everlasting etude estranged estopped etched eternal enriched
enthralled estate established espirited expressed essemplastic
erosive erratic errantly erased equipoposed epitomized eualized
epicured entombed enthused entertained enthroned entitleded
enlightened enlaced enmeshed enlisted enlarged endured.
Enclosed encounters enlist enclaved endeavors. Endangered
empathys em pale emotive embalmings empty emulsions
extricated eleventh elevated elegant elementary existentials.
Elderly ego ejections, elastic executions, egrets. Ecstatic entrails
endorsed. End-demic equivalents extracted.
my mind is else where
distracted
a misplaced focus.
this happens when you're plate is full.
when you care for someone who is ill
life stop's.
those individual things like future plans
goals
dreams
happiness
wishes
all change.
it's all about the person you are caring for.
also true is that caregiving comes with no handbook.
spendind time in the ER
intensive care
Dialysis
you name it I have been there,I could be my local Hospital's concierge I know it so well.
over time you become resilient and resourceful
and if it's not in you're nature to be extroverted too bad you will be,you have no choice,you learn to hustle to get support
the advocates
Doctors
Nurses
Medicad
medicare
healthcare
know the who's and the why's
it's not easy
would not wish it on my worst enemy.
I'm humbled
I have humility,but I also carry anger,it's hard not to take this personnel
but it's not about me
it is about the one you love.
Ever since she was a young girl, Lal's mind was in a twirl. She was too young to understand what she was feeling deep within.
But it was there very close, almost instinctual. Many of her peers, very young and very old, did not quite understand her.
Extroverted, convivial both parents could be. The was why not she?
Plagued by a bad attitude. With other people she wanted nothing to do.
A loner in her own right, isolated so she wouldn't have to fight. Fight feelings of betrayal, from the outside. But mostly from the inside. Why can't she get her act together?
Why must she conform? Was it really so wrong to have the personality she adorned?