Best Oxytocin Poems
Eroticism -
a supple spine in a wanting curve
and a foolish fever simmers a scarlet heartbeat—
temptation is an aphrodisiac
and guilt— a red kite lost in a hot hurricane
a strand of blue moonstones plunge to titillate
illicit points of contact caught by starlight
restless yin-nerve-endings take an edgy stance—
primal presence pearls beneath parted flimsy fabric
ah.. gossamer chic taken and tossed by windy hands
freeing moons and earth captured in your orbit
golden hair a dirty tangle flies— streamers
of infidelity seized in someone else’s hands
heat-seeking rhythm throbs within walls
a slappin’ poppin’ bass line frenzy
our bodies wild like a warehouse rave
a driving beat hugging hips caught in a fishnet shimmy
high on oxytocin and fizz of affaire du jour—
unbridled breakers breaking vows in a whipped up gale
as hedonistic hot spots revel in unrestrained spindrift
.. it’s a jungle for conjugal love ..
volcanic ash streaks a feral romance
carnal cat (a hungry stippled stray)
pins me down like prey in a dopamine storm
where edges rendezvous soft and hard and fuse
a silhouette of geometry body-painted in black sands
as the surge uncurls the waves—
dreamscape escape on a slick onyx sheet
nakedness blurs in the rough charcoal smudge
shapes shaded with a roll on the rim of a graphite night
the art of cheating sins stain a seedy portrait on skin
yet basks in the moonbeam’s push into the pulse
without mercy or justification—
just unadulterated
adulterated
euphoria!
Categories:
oxytocin, beach, betrayal, desire, lust,
Form:
Free verse
I saw alchemy love gods in the hierarchy,
Testosterone that regulates sexual desire.
Phenyl ethylamine makes a person catchy,
Its effect is time-bound but not entire.
A love interest is signaled by Dopamine,
Your attention on the person is alright.
Your blood is set racing by Norepinephrine,
And prompts you for action ‘fight or flight’.
The control of moods goes with Serotonin,
And violent behavior is almost set light.
Released at the moment of ****** Oxytocin,
Influences bonding between the two alright.
Suddenly awoke, many gods and paths that wind
If you don’t mind call me in case more you find.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
4th place win
Contest Personifying science
Categories:
oxytocin, dream, fantasy,
Form:
Personification
Some experts have likened the state of being in love with that of being mentally ill
and yet, we chase this illusion still...
and of course we believe in that which we can feel
Pheromones Hormones and Adrenaline,
phenylethylamine, dopamine, and oxytocin
our bodies secreting a cocktail of passion
we believe in this science experiment...this mere chemical reaction
which tells us we might produce beautiful offspring
Well, limerence is obsessive, intrusive, and consuming
understanding this can be quite illuminating
It causes obsessive thinking, Crippling fear of rejection
still we all seek for this bizarre connection
we are each promised, in theory the perfect princess or prince charming
but the truth itself is very alarming
head over heels....none of it's real
society perpetuates this ridiculous ideal
The only thing that makes any sense...
is that it's not love, it's limerence.
Categories:
oxytocin, confusion, heartbreak, loneliness, love,
Form:
Rhyme
computing darkness,authentic brain;
you are so experimental in sadness:
you find new ways to make yourself sad,
you lecture without notes.
we are creative students stranded
in a boring hall,boring teachers,
only the subject interests us
yet we end up learning only
through the way of misinterpreting
and coming to know from other arts
to combine what we have.
asylum of studies each human brain is,
the brain that is often worded as heart;
science is romantic,it has oxytocin-
science is futile,we outgrow it all the time.
science is dead. we bring it back to life
to serve our boredom,
to continue searching by never approving-
perhaps we should all be mid ages farmers,
sleeping at six after dinner;
the sun sets and we settle in bed,
we make children,
we make future,
we allow future to have a chance
at making children,
and children no future to make
future of their own.
we live in past when we say we are new-
we are old,always old,we change
but we are never new.
the new ones are the ones ready to break
and mature into old;
when will we learn that?
only one lamp burns of us
and only a pool of oil;
we work around it
and our fire dances
out of shape,
like fireflies
warming each night into sleep.
Categories:
oxytocin, imagination, satire, science,
Form:
Free verse
Some say affection is a farce.
I’d surmise a soul who feels as such receives it in sparse parts.
Yet most will one day find themselves in amour.
As the Temptress ordains by coitus sustained, you will remain.
Not out of plight or by oath, but through providence.
For love is the ontological constant, so says the monogamous ominous.
That who created us oxytocin automatons with a volition so insidious, that both our spiritual and biological imperatives became synonymous.
If life were a game, than the deck is 51 cards; bearing one irrational inequivalence that's strikingly obvious.
The Ace of Hearts.
The fiercest and the kindest, as inconceivable as that may seem.
Yet if a boundless arithmetic exist in mathematics, than it will persist; to be the only quantity that realizes it’s infinite significance.
Categories:
oxytocin, analogy, imagination, love, math,
Form:
Free verse
Wandering upon the Sandy shores of the ocean,
Deeply in thoughts and anticipating a bright horizon,
I think of my love.
She molds my heart with peace,
She adorns my face with smiles,
That I can only glide,
The waves tossed and turn,
On my skin the sun burns,
But all I feel is her love.
Her love is a magic carpet,
Whose ride takes me beyond the moon,
Gently as she holds my hand,
My heart throbs beneath my ribs like an antelope
that's running to a Brook for a drink,
My Endocrine system becomes more active, releasing oxytocin,
Our hearts are locked in the dawn of real love,
Tender and kinder,
Purer and brighter.
The sand can't write our stories,
The moon can't capture our moment,
No camera man can either,
For our love goes deeper in the inner most part of our bones,
From the enamel in our mouths,
To the villi in our intestines,
To the marrows in our bones,
Our love goes down.
Forever and ever and always.
A Love story cut short.
© Gabriel T. Saah (The Marvelous Inker)
Categories:
oxytocin, love,
Form:
Light Verse
Days arrive days go
January snow
Words shine
In dopamine and oxytocin
In black and white
In figures of delight
Also in colors
In milk and in liquors
The sensor in the prefrontal cortex
Is in a centripetal vortex
Sensitive to the letters
Holds the birds
The imagination tinkers
With their genetic make up
The bird of a tree
Is now in great glee
A bird in a pocket
Flirting with a locket
Poetry in the vicinity
Ephemeral days pulsate
For some moments
Into infinity
Making one psychiatric
For the love of Poetry
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April 6, 2016
FOR THE LOVE OF POETRY- Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : John lawless
Categories:
oxytocin, allusion, art, august, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Oh. My. God.
Harmonious ecstasy and
oxytocin dance through
every cell you've come into
contact with.
Oh. My. God.
I never believed in God
until you had me
moaning prayers into
the sky,
begging for sweet,
sinful salvation. Your
tongue formulates its own
scriptures, and I am weak
in the knees.
Devour every drop of
my innocence, my pleasure.
Speak to me in tongues
until I am worshiping the sky.
Oh. My. God.
Categories:
oxytocin, analogy, beautiful, body, desire,
Form:
Burlesque
Standing there
Arms outstretched
The haggard pasty washed up
Kewpie doll
Of a soon to be ex
Awaited his oxytocin fix
As the dutiful wench
Swallowed the stench
Of his distillery fermented fat
She thought
This puts the retch in wretched
And that was that
A good sense of humour
Is only embraced so far
5.31.2020
Categories:
oxytocin, break up, funny love,
Form:
Free verse
no man is an island,
part of the continent i believe thee to say
well some have chosen a peninsula
free of cross-town traffic
friends are few and far between
we treasure our own thinking
less the frivolous conversations
with entities of no real worth, our pursuits
life quieter absent the chatter
have absconded from life's drama
which is a good thing
because the more withdrawn
the scarier to the world you are
hence few phone calls
or emails of, please forward at once
should a distant relative win the lottery
you won't be trampled in the line
having left the neighborhood
what better to your back
then the metaphor of the sea
there is no better place to be
dreaming of life on the high seas
easier to deal with reality, Empyreal Heights
more than likely your awarding fate
so yes, no man is truly an island
John Donne is quite correct
and if i could show him this world
of dystopian novels, romantic walking-dead
religious babblers, political rapscallions, preppers
blame God for manmade heaps of misery
brains with no depth of history
oxytocin, mirror neuron drooling fools
emotions missing logic and reasoning
better hauled away in a Honey wagon
or deposited into Honey Buckets
neither of which attracts a bee
well i am sure he would add a peninsula
to some other possibilities where to reside
then quickly disappear for apparent reasons
but you know us Romantics
we try to see a better side
from our own rooms on the peninsula
far from the maddening crowd
where creativity breeds unmolested
OKC 6/22
Categories:
oxytocin, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
dear mother,
your nurturing is so warm that my DNA denatures because of it,
but at the same time your neutral appearance reseals it.
my bonding to you is like protein structure it takes step to become strong,
like primary, secondary ,tertiary and quaternary structure.
whenever i see you mom, my pitutary start releasing oxytocin,
that gives a positive feedback to my brain.
you are the 3 line of defence of my body,
simply you are oxygen of my life,
as without you cellular respiration and vital organs will not work.
Categories:
oxytocin, angel, beautiful, blessing, celebration,
Form:
Free verse
Sarcomas hatch like caviar
in St. Jude chemo-fire inversions,
where leviathans lay magnetars
to suck the blood of
virgins.
Their celestial suckers nurse their mothers
through quantum-dot tunnels, converging
what little life force
might milk
metastatic roots while purging,
and scute steroids discarding the hair
that ganoid scales like
sturgeon
merging baby dragon parts there
in alternative medicine oceans.
Tumors transcend and
succor
is owed unknown futile fealty
to infant deities who must atone
for immature keepsakes in realty.
Closure
pawns its symbiote spawn upon
weapons in-waiting to wormhole the realms.
Women weep oxytocin. Tissues
wyvern at the hel-
minthe transcriptase cocytus kiln
celling tussin-flavored scolex helix;
hydras caduce their chimera-filmed,
reptile-elm, viral
fetus.
Ignis fatuus reflective glasses
wither the pyrrhic ghostly gasses.
Parapsychic worms
poison
parents’ life-projected choices.
Jacobs slither the lamprey ladders.
Jihadists excise
their end-
ocrine matters... glazing the X,
lambs praise their ossifying father’s gaze.
Depucelation
contracts
‘an eye for an eye’: hexacanth.
The oncospheric galaxies equate;
retroviridae-cestodes celebrate
swapping
meat of child for theft of fare
on trans-dimensional photonic pairs,
where cycles continue out there, memes
extremophiled.
Categories:
oxytocin, art, cancer, child, dark,
Form:
Shape
emergency room
on the top of the mountain
flashing lights screaming sirens
she is screaming
what is a lapas class
fluid in the blue veins
oxytocin
primi breach
i am praying
breathing in and out
we are pushing
we are delivered from
bondage our cords are cut
oct 1 2016
6.13 pm
Categories:
oxytocin, allusion,
Form:
a kiss seals his fate
oxytocin through the roof...
prisoner of love
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Nothing But Love
Categories:
oxytocin, love,
Form:
Senryu
The man wondered, "What is hope?"
Metacognition defined, it's nothing but a dope.
The heart objected to the proposition.
And told it's an ambiguous anticipation.
The prefrontal cortex made the reasoning disentwine.
And equated hope with the level of dopamine.
The enterochromaffin cells rejected the cortical rationality.
And signified serotonin's vitality.
Posterior pituitary smiled sarcastically.
And illustrated oxytocin's role affectionately.
The man woke up out of this exasperation.
Though dream, but intrigued by the imagination.
He asked," Is hope just a chemical state?"
Consciousness whispered it's not that straight.
Categories:
oxytocin, hope, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme