Best Lightheaded Poems
Lightheaded I ambled
towards the lonely pub.
Liquor helps sometimes you know.
It burns the mind,
empties it
of niggling thoughts,
of subtle yearnings,
of ambitious aspirations.
There she was
redhead and flushed.
A companion in distress.
We drank together,
confessed together,
envied together.
Time's up.
Outwards we lurched
hugging each other
towards the beach
where empty cabins
gave us respite.
Morning arrived.
She was not there.
Pity!
I knew not her name.
Might as well call her
whisky.
Panagiota's Dream
With trepidation she picked up her pen.
Should I try this now.......or when?
Her Muse whispered in her ear!
"It's now or never, poetess, dear!"
Ah, that word "poetess" made her
divinely lightheaded.
And thus, my friends, she and her
pen are most happily wedded!
August 7, 2020
7:45pm PSt
The thunder rolls,
and the lightning strikes.
Will my life end tonight?
The rain falls,
and my blood drips.
I'm getting that feeling again,
that lightheaded feeling.
My eyes close,
and my heart stops.
My body gives-way
and I drop.
The movie plays,
in black-and-white.
My face turns pale,
where'd all my color go?
A faint beeping sound is heard,
muffled by sounds of people weeping.
Water hits my face,
but wait.
It's not water, it's tears.
Not even theirs... it's my own.
"Look. She's crying,
talk to her.
Bring her back!
Doctor! Doctor! Come quickly!
Why is she crying?"
"It's simple.
She can hear you,
she knows you're concerned,
but she can't do anything.
She wants to wake up,
she wants to be with you,
she can hear you.
But, all she can do is cry..."
"She's crying,
she's responsive!
Doctor! Doctor!
Wake her up!"
"I'm sorry dear.
But I can't.
Only she can...
I must go now, I'm being paged."
I'm not just dreaming,
I can hear this conversation,
I really can!
I love you all dearly, I truly do!
I'll shed one last tear, and when it's gone,
I will be too.
Down my cheek it rolls and drips off my chin.
I tried to wake up, but I can't.
So I guess I'll just give in.
The thunder rolls
and the lightning strikes.
One last beep is heard,
my life ended on this night.
Lost my energy... tired and exhausted in my body
My longing drives me like a high fever
Just the thought .... feel a bit lightheaded
Am I sick - should I see a doctor
No ... when I think about it ... it's spring fever
Beautiful spring ... long time to wait after a cold winter
Gorgeous birdsong in the air ... I have not waited in vain
Spring snow melts ... Snowdrops, coltsfoot and buds on trees
Taste of summer I must say. . . my time - so beautiful
The air is set with colors - and dipped in beautiful fragrances
I want to plant a little seed in the still cold ground
later the seed grow into a beautiful flower
Spring has opened my heart today -
and I can feel it in my whole body
Now I want to dance - dance with me
19.02.2014
A-L Andresen :)
'twas a dark and rainy night as she hurried home after missing the last tram.
She never gave a thought for the mysterious man in the shadows as she passed by.
In a heavy raincoat, his hat pulled down, masking his eyes, he began to follow.
All she heard was the tap, tap, tap of a walking cane coming behind her.
She felt her heart race, looking about for a friendly face, there was no one,
Just the tap, tap, tap of the cane echoing on the cobbled street.
She could see her house, it seemed so far away, she tried not to panic,
Her feet slipping on the rain slicked cobbles as she neared safety.
Tap, tap, tap, it was incessant, driving her half crazy with fear,
Her feet felt like lead, her dry throat strangling the scream that filled her head.
Tap, tap, tap, ever closer, the beads of sweat now stinging her eyes,
Tap, tap, tap, she was shaking and lightheaded, fearing the worst.
She fumbled for her door key, her fingers trembling,
She opened the door and turned on the light in one swift movement.
Tap, tap, tap. It stopped.
Her stomach in knots, she slowly turned to look outside.
" Granddad" , she said, " why didn't you say something?"
Beginning to think of Halloween now.
© Dave Timperley September 2014
SURF'S UP
It drug the beach sand making trenches
causing lightheaded fainting of wenches
the ocean was icy
he stood out quite nicely
even after allowing for shrinkage.
2/19/2016
submitted to – Limerick Contest II – for fun – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Jan Allison
Would you like to dance with me, and feel my arms around your waist?
Maybe our lips could brush together, to give each other a little taste.
Let us always remember this song as we the others around us far behind.
Now we can move amongst the stars above, no worries of space and time.
As I gaze into your eyes, I get lost in your stare.
Finding myself gasping for breath, I seem lost of air.
The warmth of your embrace makes me lightheaded on this night.
That smile which warms my heart, you are such a beautiful sight.
Here there is no deception, no pain, or reason to cry.
I wish you could see yourself looking through my eyes.
The first dance is almost over as the melody soon will end.
Yes this song may soon be over, as the first of many now begins.
Your gaze near keeps me steady as I drink in the smell of your perfume.
Drunk with so many emotions, my senses opened up like flowers in bloom.
No, more wishful thinking as you’re standing with me here.
I’ll always have this feeling; it will be with me all my years.
Let’s keep all the emotions overflowing, and hold them deep inside.
We can explore all the thoughts we have for each other, sharing this journey we call life.
A passion that won’t die, with this energy never to end.
A little message I had to let you know, one I knew I had to send.
I’M STILL WALKING TO YOUR HEART - THE REPLY
The faint sound of footsteps lightly plays in the back of my mind,
Like an old song being swallowed by the sound of the rain
I recall your mouth close to my ear sweetly whispering words that left me lightheaded
I felt like a soul drowning in the vibrations of loud music
inebriated by the feel, addicted to the high
Have you told me that I’m beautiful lately?
Do you not see how I hang on to your every syllable?
The way I coil into your tombstone of arms where I have laid my heart to rest.
I used to call you Egypt
How my Nile would flow just from your touch
Letting out a river of melodies only angels can hear,
You never felt like captivity; you my love were the Promised Land
And I...
I was love’s slave to your every command
Have you told me that I’m beautiful lately?
Or have I become the routine you would rather avoid,
A conversation too hollow to be anything more than formalities,
You still call me baby but I have never felt further away from your heart
I never pictured that this is how we would depart out of our wholeness
My heart pushed out with no harness
Just good morning baby(s)
Like a reflex you would rather do without
Have you told me that I’m beautiful lately?
Or you’re waiting for that precise moment when heart ache meets courage and I finally understand what it means to leave
And living my life without you feels like a myth again
Your morning messages become the beat to my heart again,
And once again
I remain, wandering in the murky waters of your heart...
I wrote this as a response to my dear friend's poem titled "I am still walking to your heart"
And it feels like the world's dying
But only for me on the inside
And this is like a butterfly in a storm
Such beauty swept and blown away
The smiles of the people pertrude in the dark
The faces aren't seen and the grins aren't real
Lightheaded but my body keeps sinking lower
lungs dried up from all the coughing
people walk past and see cigars in my hand
drunken eyes are shown the way by simple lies
No matter what skin is shed or what hair is cut away
I still smell you taste you breath you but can't see you
Sit on a bench I let the cold sink in my bones
Numbness has already filled me I wonder if it shows?
Two more drags then the embers are stomped away
I try to include my worries and pains in the minute blaze
Another day a painting I've brushed on my face for them to see
Another day I think it's easier for it to just fade away
My love for him.
My love for him, so Innocent and pear.
This is love that cannot be cured.
Like a disease spreading throw my body.
Not leaving any room for anybody.
My love for him forever it will last.
He knows that its forever in his grasp.
Hearing his kiss so softly in my ears.
I become lightheaded, breathless with chills.
These feelings he gives to me, amazing in every way.
It keeps continuing each and every day.
Imagining his touch, so gently on my skin.
Hearing his breath, breathing out then in.
Hearing his words, whispering in my ear.
Saying he loves me and will always be here.
We talk abut how our life is going to be amazing together.
Also, how our love is truly forever.
It's amazing how two people can feel the same way.
Falling in love with each other more and more each day.
Everything I write has come straight from the heart.
I have had these feelings right from the start.
~Sammie~
© SamanthaFryzel 2012
Before her glassy eyes, crystal bubbles seem
to strangely dance.
Slipping down into the water as deeply as she can,
she revels in the liquid warmth enwrapping her.
Such contrast this is to the crispness of the air around her!
Before running her bath, she felt compelled
to turn off all the heat in the house.
Now she reaches for her glass on the edge of the tub.
Bringing it to her lips, she savors one last time the wine,
her one small taste of "heaven"
from the bottle now lying nearly empty
where it spilled out to wet the floor’s cold tiles.
Very relaxed, she sets the glass back down beside her.
It topples over. The woman hears it shatter. . . yet she lies still.
Intoxicated (as was her plan),
she lays the sharp edge of a razor blade against her wrist.
Making sure to clutch it well,
she slices through veins but feels no pain.
Then the other side. . . Red fluid threads
stream among the fading fizz (all that now remains of the dancing bubbles).
And as she drifts off into numbing unconsciousness,
it dawns on her that her tub has somehow become unplugged!
She is too lightheaded. . . too feeble now to move.
The heated fragrant water slowly and steadily subsides.
A sharp chill invades her body.
With her final breaths, the woman thinks of how her one last plan -
to be discovered immersed completely in water -
has ended up just like every other messed up thing she ever did
and how her plan,
like the water of her "perfect" bath,
has just
gone
down
the damn
proverbial
drain.
7/7/13
My soul flows as powerful as the current of this life that I'm lost in
Sorrows are what they call them, tucked away in my heart still
In this life we will fall some, but we must rise above the struggle
I have been judged and convicted in a courtroom,
and I will still shake the hand of the Judge still
I am torn apart and destroyed by My sins they have crushed me,
I am lightheaded from the loss of blood and the unexpected loss of loved ones
I hear the calm before the storm and yes we will feel the sound of thunder
I've been familiar with the visitation of storms and dealt with them since a young age
I suppose I got more than just power from the struggle
In the moments of silence, I think about the defeats I suffered from these battles
Here I go stepping into another as ever courageous and defiant in the face of fire
I don’t know if it’s the devil who does it or if its just the consequences that derive from my poor choices
I will prosper and receive my portion from the Lord of course I will
I carry my shield of faith like a force field
All doubts cloudy thoughts and the devil will be forced away
I ‘m fortunate I can say it.
Without even the slightest hesitation
Im a legetimate son of God I pass this test here
I have sinned and I will die for my sins and
I walk too far out on the limb and I broke the branch man
I fall off and hallor and the echo of my voice causes an avalanche
Disaster****Disaster***
Falling Stars Disaster*****
Little Lucy likes liver
Long legged Lou loves Lucy
Loquacious Lenny laments loudly
Lovely Linda listens little
Listen Linda Listen!
Laborious Leroy lives luxuriously
Lethargic Larry lies levitating
Liberal Lillian languishes longingly
Looking languid, lacking levity
Lexical Lexi, legendary lewd librarian
Loves licentious liaisons
Lecherous Lucas lubricious libertine
Looks lustily like leading lothario
Lugubrious lyric, ludicrous lines
Lacking lucidity, looney lunacy
Lightheaded lexicography!
Lucrative limerick?? Laughable!
It came at me with stealth
My heart was racing
With gripping strength
My thoughts were pacing
Color drained from my face
It suffocated me
My head was spinning
Gasping from hyperventilation
With no chance of winning
Against the fight with fear
It left me vulnerable
My tears kept flowing
Dizzy and lightheaded
Left with no way of knowing
How to face the New Year
They told you and promised your breath will expire
Your soul will go missing like the crackling fire.
They told you -- they advised -- to accept it and live
Use up the time that your creator did give.
And you know all this time that your song will be cut
That the orchestra plays on but the players do not
You know all of this will turn to dust and to ash
And your face'll be preserved by a camera and a flash.
You get taller and dumber, living for Tomorrow
Waiting for your stomach to stop feeling so hollow.
You forget for a while that there's a grave in the future,
Waiting for you to be buried in as closure.
People die all around you and you think, "Oh.
That won't happen to me for a long time, no.
I am immortal, with an age in mind
It's a ripe old age that you can't just unwind."
And I understand since your hands aren't pale
That you haven't even worn the wedding dress and veil.
That it's silly to think of your funeral and legacy
When all you can think about are the formal dresses and dead chivalry.
Living forever is not for eternity.
It's the thought that you'll live up to ninety.
It's the rush in your blood when you're young and unafraid
It's the thrum of your legs when you stomp like a parade
It's the drumming in your chest when the best band starts
It's the springing in your veins that touches both your hearts
It's the lightheaded feeling between summer songs and love affairs
It's the bulletproof comebacks that get you all the ogling stares
And sometime around happiness and that family reunion
You forget about what they gave you as Life's one instruction:
That the future isn't forever, and today might be all you get
Even though you never had any of your own kids yet.
So even though it's unlikely -- and I hope to God that that is true
Know that you will die too.
You'll have a final bow.
So take a moment and inhale the beauty that is now.
Because we all think we're young -- just admit it: it's true.
No amount of birthdays will take that away from you
We are young, the world's out there to kiss our lips
Just on the brink of touching our fingertips.
Live, give, love, and conquer.
You're here just once for an unknown number.
Don't be afraid to die, and don't stress about what's after.
Leave with a suitcase and send me a postcard once you meet our Maker.