Best Palpitation Poems
2: If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished? Rumi
In realms of illusion,
pain is a sharp reminder of reality.
I've been polishing since the day I was born,
reluctant to resemble the 'Tin man,'
as there is no one to guide me
away from a path of affliction,
but I know in each test, there is a lesson.
Burdens of life,
place pressure upon my heart.
Sometimes, I'm afraid it may burst,
yet, I suppress the sorrows,
worried that people may see me as weak.
Is there a metaphor for the crimson tears,
which flow through my blood vessels?
Each palpitation is reminiscent of suffering,
so it feels like a rock is banging against my chest,
but I keep rubbing it rapidly,
hoping it will reflect like a ruby.
In my anthology of adversity,
I've become tired from the pollution I breathe,
afraid toxic tumours, which once consumed my existence,
may return to contaminate the oxygen I desire.
Yet, I keep searching and fighting,
before they place me in a wooden box.
Listening to the messages tribulations bring,
hoping my eagle spirit overcomes each storm.
From the strength of healing,
soothed from the moral of each trial,
I'm content, knowing, I am stronger.
I know one day in my final defeat,
I will lay down my sword and shield.
Unable to soar, forever silent -
I keep faith that God will call me home.
Categories:
palpitation, emotions, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Grey are the days that past by my eyes
and the nights are scary to see.
A pall clouds my vision each day I awake
which hinders my search for me.
Blank are the stares I see each day
when I look at the eyes in the glass.
Reflection of the one I’m trying to save
from this suffocating morass.
Lost I am as I travel the road
that I hope will lead me to salvation.
The forks in the road are far too many
and my heart pounds from palpitation.
Deep into my mind do I bring my search
as I desperately try to see.
Yet twisted and tangled my thoughts all seem
as I still keep up the search for me.
In the eyes of my child I do see a glimpse
of something that makes me believe,
in the hope that I have something to salvage
as much as my mind tries to deceive.
The hands of my friends reaching for me
to help though I don’t even ask,
tells me that I do have my good inside
and I shouldn’t take myself to task.
But as much as the signs and the help I receive
give me a glimpse of the person I know I be,
I have so much pain and confusion in the way
that it’s so very hard to find the real me.
Categories:
palpitation, depression, introspection, lifeme, hope,
Form:
Narrative
Breathe On Me God
"Breathe" on me with your sweet breath O Lord
Light inspiration's "gasp" with breathy embers
Sweep out my forlorn "whisper" of melancholy
"Utter" the familiar freshness I remember.
In soft whirlwind "murmur" stir my heart
Refresh my stale swirling breath
Resuscitate my starving breath
No asthmatic wheeze of strangled death.
Let me inhale your animation
My words exhale the "sigh" of life's prophecy
Your murmuring winds clear my blocked airways
To soar on wings of breathing majesty.
Open my passages of sighing palpitation
My soul alive in eternal respiration
5-3-21
Contest: Breathe
Sponsor: Constance La France
Required Words: breathe, gasp, murmur, sigh, whisper, utter
Categories:
palpitation, life, wind,
Form:
Sonnet
The breath in me weakened
even before we became one.
Every palpitation was priceless
Her presence was deliberate
Her purpose was me.
My heart slowed with the possibility
Of her entrance into the same room
She was near when I collapsed.
I was going to be cupid's conman
that day just to steal a kiss of life.
She broke the ice to ask if I
was okay, as she felt my wrist,
It happens I would always pulse for her.
Then as she neared to open my chin
I felt the warm breathe of life within.
We counted the seconds that passed
While pressing insistently on my chest
Two rings meant to be linked together
It was magisterial what she did for me
But now I would need her lips forever.
Categories:
palpitation, happy, romance, romantic,
Form:
Romanticism
THE PALPITATION OF ORLANDO, FLORIDA (USA)
Decimation on its face through mass execution and hate.
Just another night out painting the town.
No reason to perceive the unsound.
Out of the blue moon a gargantuan came into form.
In denial of himself, “Oscar” he could be called.
His name broadcasted is Omar.
He was seeking an award for what he stood for.
Over a selected lot he stood to devastate.
Ruminating a scene of terror and anxiety to the undue fatalities, methodical carnage and mayhem savagely assaulted every tenth woman or man he encroached upon.
The pulse of the environment did not reply.
They only wanted to save each other lives.
The demographics profligately made a holocaust halo sage as German’s did Jews in their heyday.
A popular gay spot was viciously attacked.
Orlando, Florida (USA) massacre is the deadliest yet.
We light a candle for the victims of Orlando terrorist attack that were massively executed - slaughtered by the confused.
Vigil saliently given.
The palpitation of Orlando, Florida is now in a nation’s memory.
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Written June 16, 2016!
Categories:
palpitation, allah, america, conflict, confusion,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
A
question
that
never
slumbers
to the end
of hour,
is love exchanging views with
that of why. For both are
never ending, and never
ending are the pupils standing
seamlessly upon an exampled
tulip celebrated and cherished
known to man as female. A
female of whom among us
constitutes as God’s monumental
gift. Oh how thy sleep soundly
in the midst of her pedestals,
breathing in oxygen as
dehydration metamorphose
to liquid tears and unrehearsed
palpitation waltzes about thy
heart. Not even in the remotest
degree that today is of yesterday.
For whom to have known that two
visitors would
long to be
lovers of
love to
the extent
now
being
in
love.
Pace INK-U-SCRIPT
03-06-2013
Categories:
palpitation, life, love, love,
Form:
Free verse
Speak to me my muted heart
where went your rhyming ways
The voice of a hearts deepest hour
in mysteries a soul explained
Is your rhythm lost or simply hiding
in the noise of life as it whines
expression tied by hopes revising
sweet serenity and peace of mind
You run and ride with speed in your stride
ignoring all fear of the fall
you dig your heals and hold on tight
then question how momentum has stalled
An erie silence rests within
like unwritten lyrics implore
when inspiration is crushed to dust
supposing your song should be more
Poetry to you is a mountain
raised and balanced in a hand
yet your fountain of speech has ceased its flowing
like the trek across untraveled sands
If inspiration is swinging from a chandelier
opposing the status quo
and insight a vehicle to merely be steered
why now is there no marrow in your bones
Words keeping time with the beat of a life
linguistic expression out of step
lancing the poetess with a wordless knife
a beat-less palpitation in her chest
Return to me dear creativity
like frankincense anointed and blessed
convey the miracle of a heart unlaced
my poetic world at rest
Could it be I feel too much
farther reaching than any sea or the sky
or is this a symptom of insecurity
for all the where the when's or the why's
I am disassembled, rearranged
the safety net beneath me removed
everything familiar suddenly changed
with the muse of my rhythm unmoved
Perhaps when the seismic quake has passed
and my world is as it should be at last
I'll write of how transporting through worlds
was like a dance with a tornado as it twirls
Until then I'll retire my pen
and pray a new melody plays
some new, never known before tune
in the awe of poetic display
Categories:
palpitation, change, dance, poetess, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
The big 'R', do you actually know what you're doing
To our week nation,
Absolute panic stations, feckin banter deflation, endless duration
Eternal damnation the foundation, our country's creation.
No shortage of hydration in any location,
Sure isn't Patsy livid, the crops are bad, explicit gyrations.
Sure no wonder there's emigration by the dozen every week,
Has given or society an ugly mutation,
Gets lubrication each day thanks to you.
There's a sad wet dog in the station
Contemplating rotation.
You rain on our frustration, wash our sins for we have
Offended out of hatred and vexation,
All we're looking for is some compensation.
Rosary beads in homes nationwide and Bridie is saying the rosary
For a chance of salvation, god love her she's my relation.
The forecast gives us the temptation to believe,
Subtle touch of authority has us buying flip-flops, frustration.
We have brain cells you know, we give into temptation,
Because in this situation we can find our own destination.
Just sayin aviation is our saving grace from drowning captivation,
And there's as much chance getting compensation
from you as we are from a cheap flight cancellation.
Rain we've had enough, because we're ready to make a revelation
And through your bitter tears you'll hear our declaration.
We're out for palpitation then leave you to your desperation,
Because as a population, it's our dedication, inspiration and vegetation
That are emanating through your drops of dislocation.
Categories:
palpitation, angst, emotions, funny, hate,
Form:
Limerick
Lightning
Palpitation
Clapping, clipping, cracking
Shock waves pulsate across the sky
Thunder
Categories:
palpitation, nature
Form:
Cinquain
Here Goes Gun Control Again
They have a Record that is Congressional
That was turned into a true confessional
Which to some weirdos has become to be
On occasion, even read by you and me.
Have heard said they are taking a poll
Subject concerned with was gun control
Things to do so problem can prevent
Being consistant in what they all maeant.
Of course, for each issue is another side
Citizens with laws by they should abide
It has become a debate like a foray
Don't take guns to town or mine away.
Naturally, probably will have to predict
They will end up having to declare an edict
And into an Executive Order did become
Designed to show where he is coming from.
From lovely looks on their each fine face
Could tell their position was firmly in place
I am having a gun no matter what you say
To be in my presence both night and day.
And, of course, we were starting to detect
Resistance to body and background check
Ain't never had criminal record of my own
So why don't you just leave me alone?
Either you like guns thinking they are great
And to have at least one can hardly wait
There are others who think guns are a pain
Especially in hands of the mentally insane.
President stood up and was being bold
Smart guns are new thing have been told
In form of necklace or worn around wrist
Used in other ways that have a long list.
My heavy heart and pulse have a palpitation
Every time I start to of how this nation
Has gone wild and crazy about gun availability
In our country once full of truth and tranquility.
Agreements in middle are where they met
Not minds firmly fixed in place and all set
As usual, in America is where we have been
Where to anything no one is willing to give in.
You talk about being fixed and locked into place.
You ain't seen nothing yet until you come to
Oh, America my America.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Categories:
palpitation, sad,
Form:
Couplet
My choice my partner should be fair and smart.
My hope my partner never hesitate to play a part,
My wish my partner feel palpitation of my heart,
I mind when relationship breaks and cooperation bashed,
My wish my partner treat me fare to pull my cart.
Categories:
palpitation, hope
Form:
Haiku
Streetlights shinning, makes the city glitter
The tarmac surface resists light penetration, causing a sparkle
Sweet scent from different flowers melting hearts
Oh yes! No nos nor buts
Oh yes
That's stunning. What a beauty!
Those eyes? Not even a fugitive can escape their wrath
I'm tongue tied but not mute
I can't walk not that I am crippled
It's only that no one can run away from an angel
Mathematics wasn't my subject but this sum is well added
Her round tantalizing eyes, oh my! you can't help but give in
I am shy but I can't look away
Stick to the subject she is beautiful
Love is in the heart.
That's true, I can feel it.
It is beating
The West African Tom Tom drums...that's the rhythm
My ribcage is under threat
Dear legs save the ribs just go for it
Her voice is sweet it reminds me of Elani
A delicious food for my soul
I am ready to dine
Our proximity is making it worse
Palpitation increasing, with stuttering making the bonus
Love is blossoming,the attraction I can't repel
I swear to love her
though there was no live audience
the statue of Kimathi be my witness
Truly I have fallen in love in Nairobi
Categories:
palpitation, africa, angel,
Form:
Free verse
It Was A Beautiful Affair
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
intended for me
your permanent craved desire
hungry urge for us
The other one of a complimentary pair,
opposites attract in this illicit affair.
Promises of existence in each other's universe,
hand cursing your chest as you kiss my neck,
entwined bodies drowning while fully immersed,
two forbidden lovers in the night do connect.
Selfish lust with broken intuitions,
free from obligations and responsibility,
I'll never reveal this pale inquisition,
our debilitated unsafe improbability,
filled with naked lies and possibility.
My lover gives me more pleasurable moments,
he frees me from the chains of sacred vows,
delivers me with a completed lovers atonement,
forgive me, but touching me does he know how.
Broken trust with selfish dishonest lies,
leading away from honor into infatuation,
should I keep my affection or say goodbye?
I just can't resist his passionate palpitation,
I may face my husband's condemnation.
Infidelity beyond all reasons we do share,
opposites attract in this illicit affair.
liaison desires
triangle of lust and thirst
double life is lived
Forms used: senryu-couplet-quatrain-rhyme
quatrain-rhyme-couplet-senryu
Written: June 30, 2016
Categories:
palpitation, desire, passion, universe,
Form:
Verse
Since industrialization there’s been agitation frustration palpitation trepidation vociferation
And unequivocal asseveration in favour of our planet’s welfare glorification and protection
Premeditated or not, the results on the planet are nothing short of brutalization and martyrization
Damage is irreversible and orchestrated with acceleration towards matricide and genocide no question
Axiomatic domination exploitation contamination violation decimation decapitation
Take their toll from appropriation to deforestation, amputating earth’s lungs without arbitration
Patronizing politicians greedy for ovations ignore aggravation assassination brutification asphyxiation
Not fooling anyone with altruistic motives of lavishing ones with undue admiration and accreditation
We’re beyond allegations and accusations of criminal irresponsible desensitization and legitimation
Way beyond denials repudiation vacillation and claiming a convocation for immediate restoration
The truth is we’re an actualized and glorified civilization cohabitating with vegetation and crustacean
We claim to have more intelligence yet all we show is irreverence greed alienation and agglomeration
The truth is the damage humans have created in the last hundred years amounts to irreparable laceration
Optimists say it’s not too late to opt for self-preservation with inspiration adaptation and indoctrination…
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on March 26, 2018 for contest TRIPLE A CHALLENGE sponsored by ROBERT HAIGH - RANKED 8TH
Categories:
palpitation, abuse, corruption, environment, future,
Form:
Monorhyme
Here you stand accused of intimidation, degradation and defamation
Daily depreciation, mental extirpation exploitation and pontification
Demoralization, cutting down people short of castration or amputation
Being a ruthless purveyor of humiliation, frustration and devastation
We gave you undivided attention, dedication, devotion and ovation
What more did you want from us, a coronation? You’re an abomination
What possible justification for abuse equivalent to molestation
Is it any wonder out in the world, there’s daily confrontation and assassination
You left us nothing more than palpitation, indignation and now vociferation
Rightfully demanding an investigation resulting in sensitization, a little edification
We have ambitions of a civilization where thrives admiration and appreciation
A combination of inspiration, aspiration, dedication and compensation
Submitted on March 7, 2018 for contest RHYME BATTLE X: SHOWDOWN sponsored by JULI-MICHELLE - RANKED 1ST
Categories:
palpitation, anger, bullying, change, corruption,
Form:
Monorhyme