Best Impulsive Poems


Premium Member Impulsive Interaction

wood does not complain
though hard the woodpecker pecks
knows her needs so well


31 August 2021

Premium Member An Impulsive Stroll

Got lost when I took an impulsive stroll;
I’m a lovable black lab with a heart of gold.
Keen nose to hunt out the tiniest mole;
brave no doubt, to the breed I hold.

I’m a lovable black lab with a heart of gold,
with big clumsy feet and a gentle soul.
Brave no doubt, to the breed I hold;
full of ***** and constantly on the go.  

With big clumsy feet and a gentle soul;
life guided by my keen sensitive nose.
Full of ***** and constantly on the go;
I spotted a lively grey squirrel and froze.

Life guided by my keen sensitive nose;
keen nose to hunt out the tiniest mole.
I spotted a lively grey squirrel and froze;
got lost when I took an impulsive stroll.

Copyright © 2012 By Caryl S. Muzzey

6/24/12

Third Place Winner ~ "Dog Gone Tales” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tanya Harrington
July 18, 2011

Premium Member The Impulsive Aries Lady

There once was an Aries lady
Who was very optimistic and steady
Generous but impulsive
Her husband did want to be abusive
So he floated her down Ayeyarwady


Premium Member An Impulsive Grin

Splendiferous songbirds begin
tweeting; just as the sun rises,
avoiding any surprises.

Like the strings of a violin
or the touch of a gentle breeze;
chirping birds set my heart at ease.

Triggering an impulsive grin,
they take the time to greet the sun;
and celebrate a new day won.

A cool mist caresses my skin,
letting me feel that I'm alive;
and born to do more than survive.

And when a hummingbird pops in,
it flies from flower to flower;
while taking a dewy shower.

I'm in tears, much to my chagrin,
watching Dawn ink a scarlet sky;
its grandeur draws a gentle sigh.

Splendiferous songbirds begin
like the strings of a violin
Triggering an impulsive grin,
a cool mist caresses my skin,
And when a hummingbird pops in;
I'm in tears, much to my chagrin.

Premium Member Impulsive Love

When I was younger, I was impulsive and unpredictable, 
          capricious and fanciful and whimsical;
and HE was charming-  would flatter me with compliments,
     giving praise, attention, he was a real sweet talker.

I fell for him, each day sinking down lower and lower,
          I would gravitate to him-  alienate friends;
but soon the cajoling turned to inurbane, malignant words,
     my love for him was transitory, soon to dissipate.

He became rude and vulgar, perspicuous and transparent,
          this obsessive love-   unhealthy and painful;
I felt like a fool, a doormat, a scapegoat, a weak victim,
     now my heart is careful and not easily charmed.

______________________________
August 31, 2016


Poetry/Verse/Impulsive Love
Copyright Protected, ID 16-824-860-0
All Rights Reserved.  Written under Pseudonym. 

Written for the contest, Ten Word Challenge
sponsor, John Hamilton

Third Place

Impulsive Minion

Banana is my favorite fruit
          It looks like my aunt when she was in bloom

Yellow is the color I dearly  love
          It matches my skin tone even my little pinky toe

I have numerous cousins; hundreds of uncles and aunts
          I have stopped memorizing their names
                        My brain couldn’t retain after my last snooze

I am a minion, you may think I’m cute
          Well don’t hold your breath, I could be very cruel

I find it funny to burn your hair on a flaming stove
          Or tickle your toes till you pass out of joy

I can take down your house brick by brick
          Giving you puppy eyes when cops  showed up at gate 

I can be your best friend and follow you around
          Just be careful! You’d do it at your own count

Feb 17-2016
© Rahy Hy  Create an image from this poem.


An Impulsive Spark

Giving my slow pen
a rest, then restart it with
an impulsive spark.  


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

In Conversation With Our Soul

" In Conversation With Our Soul"
                   The Invisible Being

I speak to my soul, in the silence of the night,
With the busy schedule, I find that time right.
In utter loneliness, in my solitude,
I speak freely to my soul,
I must thank you for your gratitude. 

I know you are for me, always there,
I can overcome any hurdle without fear.
I know you are always there,
You will never let me waste a drop of tear.

You guide me, I seek your advice,
You give me strength to shine and rise. 
You help endless without any price,
Being with you, I think I am lucky and wise.

You show the path, when I go wrong,
You console me when I am impulsive.
You hold me like a mother, so strong, 
You are more precious and most expensive.

You are there in my joy and sorrow,
My miseries you shorten and  narrow,
by guiding me through the right direction, 
Where I am accepted, without hate and rejection.

I know you are always with me,
To celebrate happiness and success, I must see.
I am thankful, you are there and always be,
Dear 'Soul' ,you are with me.

I share everything with my soul,
Part by part, it makes me whole,
You are my dear friend, you are my peer,
You make my life graceful, you make me cheer.

I get satisfaction talking to you freely,
You are my companion, my guide, truly. 
I talk to you, I complaint, 
I convey my feelings, when I feel uneasy,
Still, you listen to me, being patient.

When I am sad, when I am happy,
Whether awake or being dozy,
I get relaxed when you listen, 
You are invisible, out of vision,
Still I know, you are for me, there
What today, what tomorrow, 
You are with me always ,forever. 

You praise me when I do good,
Scold me when I am bad,
You make me happy and at times sad,
I can not hide my feelings from you,
You know me, everything from before you knew,
Day by day, conversing with you, I grew,
Every time you guide me,
Making all my versions, as always...again new.

Impulsive Fingers

offer your bread, in doing
so you'll help your neighbor 

love of community 
is gone

keep the sheep 
divided and they will 
never collide with
the sheppard

keep their headphones in
so they will never hear
crying of others

the windows are always up,
scared of a 
breathe of air

Anything But Impulsive

What you called living in the moment, being carefree was you being impulsive and careless

And no decision has ever come off well when you have been too spontaneously reckless about it

BUT THIS TIME, YOU HAVE TO BE ANYTHING BUT IMPULSIVE

You don't have to force anything
You dont have to ignore red flags
You don't have to be the bigger person
You don't have to give the benefit of the doubt
You don't have to let go of their mistakes
You dont have to be cool with ignorance
You dont have to be too understanding
You don't have to give second chances
You don't have to neglect your gut feeling
You dont have to allow being taken for granted
You don't have to avoid confrontation
You don't have to suppress your concerns
You don't have to choose heart over logic
You don't have to be extra welcoming
You don't have to settle for mistreatment
You just can't let an impulse ruin your visage

Here's what you deserve 

A caring heart that cares unconditionally as you do 
A listening ear that is always ready to hear you out 
An empathetic soul that understands why you do what you do
A righteous person who keeps loyalty as their foremost principal
A kind nature that is soft and loving just like yourself
A helpful hand that is there with you through all your rough patches
A supportive human who always encourages you and supports you 
An appreciative eye that adores you for the person you are and values you

And while the list could go on forever and it may sound too much to ask for
The right person will give you even more without you begging for it! 

This time, you won't be taken for granted, ignored, cheated on, dumped, used, replaced, or disowned

Let your mind take the lead and make the heart follow what it instructs!

Premium Member Impulsive

((Must think before you make your move
it is hard to sign your heart away in a
moment of passion.))

Baby blue, eyes sparkle, blonde hair
soft as silk to touch, tempted
to devour away, the site before me
stand.

Impulsive thoughts combine together
lust and love as one, no mind to decide
what would be wise to do, in this lovely
situation, that stares back at me.

Sultry attraction, plays forward unto
me, I must touch and fondle, a sculpture
so perfectly made, an angel that does not
exist before me stands.

I silently close the door where you stand
trying to forget I saw perfection, unknown to
me or anyone, that lingered among this
site, not meant to be seen by human eyes
nor love, that swam toward your image
as fast as I caught myself, fleeing away, with
tears dripping softly to the floor once again.


By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)

Premium Member I Have Finally Worked Me out

I Have Finally Worked Me out.

I’m impulsive
I never stay when I want to leave
I’m annoying
They feel it, but are too polite to say.
I’m opinionated
So much so, I show my own stupidity
I’m explosive
My temper sometimes lets loose
I’m a recluse
I love being alone, in my own company
I’m scared
Mostly by things which will never happen
I’m suspicious
I trust very few and allow few people to know me
I’m sceptical
I believe little of what I hear and less of what I am shown
I’m a nuisance
High maintenance, annoying sometimes, irrational, irritating
I’m emotional
My face can’t lie or hide how I feel.
I’m also….
Giving, generous, caring, talented, humorous, funny,
Off the wall, loving, helpful, shy, a genius, if I believed.
I’m me. Who are you?

David Cox 27/02/24.
© Dave Cox  Create an image from this poem.

Impulsive

prone to
bouts of 
spontaneous
impulsive
self-restrictive 
avoidant 
emotive 
interactions
full of in-actions 
that appeared 
to come on 
suddenly 
automatically   
without prior
planning so 
it seemed at the
time

Premium Member Crazy Impulsive Kate

The tale of crazy impulsive Kate
A woman we thought would never mate
First wed at thirty-five
Just buried number five.
The first four met a similar fate.

Premium Member Impulsive Wildflower

Proceed with caution
impulsive little wildflower,
then rewrite those words.

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