Best Hormonal Poems
Line of enquiry:
“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”
When ego controls a soul's mortal direction,
some remain asleep without a spiritual connection.
I count my blessings upon dawn's resurrection,
as an orchestra of robins compose with affection.
But curse of Seasonal Affective Disorder infliction
leaves a heart feeling melancholic in rejection.
Pills can take time to ease hormonal dejection,
so a tongue is mute when mirrors show dull reflection.
Some turn to the universe in times of retrospection.
Some prostrate in faith through silent genuflection
Some seek nature or vitamins to aid meditation.
Some clear angst through powers of intellection.
There's a sacred solace in morning contemplation,
soothed through the aroma of dark elixir elation.
Intense notes with sweet tones to relax abjection.
Each sip of potion is a symphony of perfection.
A clay chalice acting as a vessel for protection,
holding liquid nectar of your desired selection.
Awakening senses to transmute a mind's complexion,
igniting your spirit with wings of phoenix projection.
Toxic thoughts plagued from internal interjection,
now flow in smooth positive harmonic introspection.
In a brief existence a heart struggles from imperfection.
Brewed philosophies are a bridge to divine intervention.
Categories:
hormonal, angst, mental health, spiritual,
Form:
Monorhyme
All these insipid poems of Love
Love Lost….
Love Found….
What is this emotion that makes UP? Down?
All this frantic fretting
nail biting and bed-wetting.
What is this profound poetic notion?
What is the source of this commotion??
All these romantic, rabid, ramblings, of Love
Love Lost..
Love Found…
What is this emotion that makes UP? Down?
Palms pale and sweat,
brows furrow and frown.
All these horrid, hormonal, tizzies,
do little more than make one dizzy.
Love Lost…
Love Found…
Abandon this morose emotion
right this curse, set in motion.
And, if I may, let me suggest,
the route Narcissus took was best.
Love revealed…
Love found.
A love who’ll never let you down.
A love without product or prodigy
To fill the world with more dichotomy.
Categories:
hormonal, lost love, lovelove,
Form:
Rhyme
Do you remember old aunt Julie
In a hurry she opened all the windows
Even in the middle of the winter,
rain or storm
She suddenly needed to have fresh air
Breathed like a whale
The face changed color
Her cheek, ear and throat became deep red
Talked louder than normal
She was a comic figure
We were just young children
did not understand
The years go by ...
we are there ourselves
Hormonal hot flashes
I'm smiling by the old memories
Aunt Julie's advice was;
No estrogen supplements or pills ... but ...
...... Ice cold champagne ......
04.08.2017
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
- Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
hormonal, fantasy, humorous, life,
Form:
Light Verse
Renegades Foreva!
Renegade teenage rage babes
thinkin’ they all grown, all knowin’
when they seedlin’s barely sown
bleedin’ teenage angst with teenage crankst
always rhymin’ and mis-timin’ some poetry-crimin’
mis-mashin', diss-bashin'
word-clashin' song
heard on some half-sappy, sex-happy,
yap-rap, smack-attack vid
made by some brotha who’s just anotha
angry angst-ridden
wannabe gangsta kid
With a street beat
they be hummin’ or singin’ along
repeatin’ the deceit
not knowin’ curse verses
are just plain wrong and mostly maligin’
while grownups in earshot
takin’ all them swearshots
wishin’ them words had sweeter rhymin’
or that kids be more discreet
would take their claptrap,
no-class, crass-crack lyrics
and just tweet ‘em or mime ‘em
But if ‘dults could go back, meet themselves
when they was punk teens
fittin’ into pre-shrunk his or her hunk jeans
listenin’, partyin’ to poppin’ rockin’
unusual musical junk boy band scenes
and lettin’ out star-struck
super-charged
groanal hormonal
no-one-could-understand gland screams
then they’d be amused ya know,
might change their views ya know
cause remind ‘em not so pristine
when child and ‘dult they was in-between
Kids always lookin’ to find
who they are and who they be
imprisoned involuntarily
in their youthful penitentiary
no matter what century they be from you see
So if thinkin’ rap sucks cause
it’s just no-class hurls and low-class slurs
then fire-up that flux capacitor of yours,
head back to yo’ past and meet yo’ younger him or hers
see your own rebelling mis-teen-stakes
then rapping notions you might reshape
or rapping judgments remake
or least maybe now tolerate new-age teenage
rapping outbreaks and in-yo-face ear-quakes
realizin’ that come whateva or wheneva
that all teens now, before an’ where-eva
will evamore and eva be
natural renegades foreva!
© 2014 all rights reserved
Categories:
hormonal, growing up, rap, slam,
Form:
Free verse
Born Doris, named for our grandmother Doris Owens,
she is nothing much like grandma.
If anything, I am more like grandma
for my thrifty ways and down-to-earth practicality.
Doris, nicnamed Dorie, how we tease her when we hear
her name like the name of the spaced-out fish on “Finding Nemo.”
Dorie, who we teased as a child because she always dawdled,
always losing track of time; we never could guess why!
In that way, she never was like me, but was more like Dory
from “Finding Nemo.”
Dorie, who like me, is long-nosed and full-bosomed
and of all my sisters, has the most in common with myself.
Dorie, who got confused for me, particularly by our grandma,
the woman after whom Dorie had been named!
Dorie, who got to be the cheerleader I failed to be
but who majored in my field and never got to work as a teacher.
Instead she works today in a place for special needs adults,
working many hours now that she is divorced.
Dedicated, hard-working, studious and conscientious -
in those ways Dorie is the most like me
of all my other sisters.
Who else but Dorie would write me back 40 to 50-page letters
back in the day when all we had was snail mail!
My letters to Dorie I copied off each month as a record
of my hectic life when I was young in college and
also when I was dealing with my new role as a mother.
Dorie, my writing soul mate sister, who probably
does not write much any more and I doubt that she writes poetry!
She is busy working up to 60 hours a week!
But when she writes, her emails are long and detailed
just like mine.
Dorie, in whom I gradually saw differences from me.
More emotional, more hormonal, more maternal -
this is Dorie. More religious and in politics,
the opposite of me.
Despite all that, we love to chat.
We laugh and laugh, as I do with all my other sisters.
Dorie, who like our youngest sister Theadora,
shares with me a fascination for things such as nutrition,
all three of us sharing with each other our recipes
fitness hints, and special ways to boost metabolism!
Dorie, the sister who Mom says "leapt with joy"
inside our mother’s womb right before Mom went into labor
just for hearing the voice of me, her oldest sister.
I love all my sisters equally, but for many reasons,
Dorie is the sister most like me!
March 6, 2019 for the "What's In a Name" Contest of Kim Rodrigues
Categories:
hormonal, sister,
Form:
Free verse
Methinks Mine Earlier Rhyme Came Across Desperate...
For Hard Cold Cash
This small medium at large
kibitzer did appear
more brash (albeit) poetically,
and insinuate with soft pedal blare
perhaps at the expense of dare
ring to losing followers, this crash
test dummies star performer
did not mean to ensnare,
perhaps hypnotically tugged
heartstrings with his flair
analogous to birds eye glare
ruffling tail feathers of
a frosty buoy hoar gull (hare
reed) loon seething with hormonal
secretion and the brink to engineer
foolproof mating elaborate fanfare,
when bytes of my obviously clear
expression to succor minted heir
to a fortune (courtesy
anonymous philanthropist), now leer
re: asper point blank plea
for wads of moolah, but mere
lee issuing agitation where
substantial outlay to repair
(passenger side rear)
brake assembly, the automotive
technician espied situation where,
abrasion and erosion clear
as day, which critical assessment
warranted me to declare
an immediate affirmative
decision, which near
broke ma stainless steel piggy bank
to tune of six hundred bucks - hair
reed, an understatement, almost near
lee six months to the day, a prior reap
pair cost similar dollar figure,
which even at present
found yours truly still in despair,
then only to experience,
sans "FAKE" foreseer
(as ordained by Oracle
of Delphi) despite prayer
for me to vouchsafe share
ring at least one daily
compliment to the missus - neh veer
being privy (during our
twenty second plus year)
of whetted bull
lust stick missile exchanges, there
came shortfall of forced favorable blare
ring of said utterenced, thus superstition
an ugly head didst rear.
Categories:
hormonal, addiction, culture, green, heaven,
Form:
Bio
All these insipid poems of Love
Love Lost….
Love Found….
What is this emotion that makes UP? Down?
All this frantic fretting
nail biting and bed-wetting.
What is this profound poetic notion?
What is the source of this commotion??
All these romantic, rabid, ramblings, of Love
Love Lost..
Love Found…
What is this emotion that makes UP? Down?
Palms pale and sweat,
brows furrow and frown.
All these horrid, hormonal, tizzies,
do little more than make one dizzy.
Love Lost…
Love Found…
Abandon this morose emotion
right this curse, set in motion.
And, if I may, let me suggest,
the route Narcissus took was best.
Love revealed…
Love found.
A love who’ll never let you down.
A love without product or prodigy
To fill the world with more dichotomy.
Categories:
hormonal, lost love, lovelove,
Form:
Rhyme
Love shall be the easiest word; to say.
Though deeper than any words do go,
Harder in ways that anyone may show.
True love so much more such anyway.
Shall wipe out any form of dismay,
If veracity of heart is graciously slow.
When mixed with eyes that seem to glow.
Tenderness rewarding, true loves array.
More than any act, that enriches pleasure.
Flows from, enacted verses; unspoken,
Spirited rapture, with hormonal divide,
From the soul; pure golden treasure,
Enriches feelings beyond any token,
Heavenly bond ensues; when two coincide.
Categories:
hormonal, girl, girlfriend, happiness, love,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Nurse Narcolept’
Give "poetry" a go She said
She said, you won’t never look back
take a lie down on my couch She said
She said, give my poetry a go
she pulled me in deep
the agony was infernally slow
Nurse Narcolept’
and her whip
traced my outline
in a steady stream
of purrfectly pert poems
such an odd sensation
my hands and tongue tied
poetically biting the bit
there was no turning
which way or that
white square or black
right or left
what’s left of right
let alone finding
the most decent
indecent way back
from the craziness of It
the mind caressing the
anima animus id
the cool cats all watching
whisper under
their hormonal horror whiskers
run Dick Run
for those cross-dressers
voyeuristically entangled
run Jane Run
oh what fun
doesn’t walk like a duck
absolutely no quack
lethally tap dancing
gang'star across keys rat-a-tat-tat
no need for a gun
Candide Diderot. ‘24
News for Andy/Iggy Pop
Categories:
hormonal, dark, humor, muse,
Form:
Free verse
Are you even out there
Or is this another religious term
Cause how am I suppose to
knowingly wait
If your not even confirmed
The perfect man, like a treasure
concealed
But can't your hurry already and be
revealed
It's hard when God made every
male with so much appeal
It really is Gods fault
He made me a woman
Making me wait for my own song of
Solomon
But now I'm solemn, and
This waiting takes too long
Searching for Mr. right
In a world of Mr. wrongs
What will it hurt if I give myself
away
Nothing physical of course, just
flirtatious play
Hormonal needs that I must attend
to
But don't worry my love I'm still
waiting for you
I hear scripture say
Do not awake love before its time
Ha, Solomen get with the times
In this world I must work to get was
is rightfully mine
So if I want love, it'll be my job to
find
it.
But don't worry future husband I'm
to smart to settle
Even If I pass around my blossomed
heart, you'll still have one petal.
Of course it might be crumbled
from the last chosen vessel.
But Gods is a god of renewel and
reassemble
So its all good
I know its not the destiny I need to
choose
But its hard hanging around friends
who do nothing but pursue
Relationship flings that they fling
themselves to
Yet still have a happily ever after
come true
While I sit around waiting like a
lose-r
Trust me okay, I understand the
stake
But if I give my heart to God who
knows how long it'll take
It's not a reluctant, eye rolling
choice to make
But one of determination I must
partake
So I'll wait, for your sake
Your worth the wait, I tell myself
Until the time is right, I'll be
readying myself.
Spending time with the One who
knows me better them myself.
Only then will He bring someone I
can love as myself
And like my Savior I know you'll be
Confirmed by my heart with every
prophecy
So that when I see
The mirrored reflection of your life
It'll remind me of the passion that I
Have for my Christ
Give me patience oh God
For I'm still learning
Though my flesh rebels
I'm still yearning
Don't give up on me my prince
Though emotions are burning
Waiting i'll be
for the only one who is worthy
Categories:
hormonal, boyfriend, christian, courage, god,
Form:
Young and beautiful
Secretive desires
With headphones plugged in
Exercise and look good
Big t**s and
bounce butt
Muscles and sixpack
Active in social media
Instagram, blogs,
youtube and spotify
The new lifestyle
Hormonal changes
A romantic relationship
- the intense emotions
Love how the music feels
like a new beginning,
every sunrise
~
~ Love Songs
22/10/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Categories:
hormonal, time,
Form:
Free verse
Oh lust
How does it come?
How does it wax?
Like the wind
Or like the rain;
Like the dawn
Or like the dusk;
Like the first stain of pubertal menstruation
Or like the rapid squirt of hormonal secretion?
Oh lust
How does it keep?
How does it glow?
Like a candle
Or like magma;
Like the sun
Or like the moon;
Like the secure knowledge of contraception
Or like the private pleasure of masturbation?
Oh lust
How does it go?
How does it wane?
Like the wind
Or like the rain;
Like the dawn
Or like the dusk;
Like the guilty pang of infatuation
Or like the flaccid flop of a lost ********?
Categories:
hormonal, lust,
Form:
Verse
Reverse this polarity, my hormonal engine
Playing my body like a baby grand
Rough and rugged, Jerry Lee Lewis
Succumbs to Louis Armstrong in Platinum
Blues verses boogy woogy
An invariable blender, shaken not stirred
Keeping me up nights
Tapping my toes to the teardrops
entered for consideration in MJ's contest, "Let's get untwisted"
Categories:
hormonal, health
Form:
Free verse
A Farewell To Arms
I was expecting our first child.
Catherine, in love with Frederic,
was also happily pregnant.
She awakened unexpected,
strong, deep, overwhelming
maternal feelings inside me...
I felt how she felt...the love...
the fears, the anticipation...
and those hormonal tears.
Their beloved baby...stillborn;
mommy Catherine passes too.
So traumatic..broken hearts
full of hurt and grief.
And, there I was, my eyes
full of tears...heart full of fears,
chest heaving in sobs,
as I held and wrapped my arms
around my unborn child.
So precious is this new life
I am bringing into this world.
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Contest: Life Lesson From a Favourite Novel
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Judged: 02/20/2018
Note: "A Farewell To Arms," by Ernest Hemingway. Character Frederic Henry is an American officer serving in an ambulance unit for the Italian Army during World War I. Catherine Barkley, is a Red Cross nurse he had met earlier, near the front, and they engage in an affair, and she becomes pregnant.
Categories:
hormonal, emotions, inspirational, romance, world
Form:
Free verse
B eauteous bewitching botanical gardens in the early morn
R ivers rhythmically running, as we race to adorn
E verlasting earthly echoes, the beauty that is shown
A bundant acoustical atmospheres playing heavens tone
T imeless tall trees that titillate the aromatic air
H oofing hormonal horses mating their scented mare
T ropical topless tanning on the island of the blue lagoon
A lphabetical ascending acrostic’s that sing to the moon
K ookie kinky kisses that I shall receive from you
I mpulsive inviting incantations in our lovers brew
N aughty nightly nightgowns of witch you will undress
G orgeous genital gestures, that I shall soon caress.
March.09.2016
For Breathtaking Acrostic Contest
Categories:
hormonal, beach, beautiful, body, paradise,
Form:
Acrostic