Best Reactive Poems
BEAUTY ABIDES
Beauty abides, and as her lover,
I lift her veil to see transparent eyes glimmering
with an enticement worthy of seduction.
Touching some primordial passion,
she wreaks havoc on my senses.
And graces me with unspoken words
that promise delightful pleasure.
Beauty reigns as Queen supreme.
Upon her throne she emanates majesty
with an exquisite demeanor and
I stand back intimidated and shy.
Who can reframe this emotion?
Not a poet or artists brush.
Her soft rolling hills and gentle valleys;
expectations of undiscovered treasures
fire an imaginative pose
I am bound up in a mystic rush
that dominates like a drug's addiction.
And in a exotic haze I lie dreaming
of ephemeral caresses,
highly charged currents
that flow unrestricted around
her coveted reactive spaces.
Alone, with thoughts in time displaced,
I wonder, does she entrance all others?
Or in my silent muse am I the only one
transformed and felled by her abstract beauty?
Her allure is enduring, enshrined for all to see.
The recherche picture of her memory
never grows old and she still remains
indelibly imprinted on my erotic mind.
CAK
10-12-2012 Revised 9-25-2013
SYNOPSIS
A question for you...
1.) Is the poem about a woman?
2.) or is it about a beautiful mountainous valley?
Categories:
reactive, beautiful, desire, dream, emotions,
Form:
Blank verse
“E.R.I.C. Is”
by: Eric L. Boddie
It is important
That the mind possess agility
And because of that
Eric is the exceptionally rare intellectual capability
For those who will challenge
Without the use of common sense
They need to understand
Eric is the extremely reactive intense consequence
To those who keep their Faith
Where God intended for it to be kept
Which, by the way, has never been in man
Eric is an extraordinarily realized immortal concept
For those who try to tempt
In an effort to press the buttons of the controller
Through their greatest efforts
Eric is enabled to reach infinite composure
To those who think
So as not to one day resent
Because most pain and stress can be avoided
Eric is especially rich in insightful content
For those who love
Because God gave it with respect
Through the realms of poetry
Eric is empowered to reveal inspired context
To those living in disgust
On today’s society’s view of life
Because of an increasing lack of love
Eric is the eager request to involve Christ
And saving the best for last
Because that’s how God did the greatest creation
For each eligible lady
Eric is the enjoyable relaxation of intimate conversation
Categories:
reactive, art, black african american,
Form:
Rhyme
Nonviolent Communication is a powerful approach with a gentle voice
To communicate with empathy, understanding, a compassionate choice
It is a framework for expressing ourselves honestly
While actively listening to the needs of others openly
It encourages us to recognize our shared humanity
Our innate capacity for compassion even towards insanity
It focuses on understanding feelings, needs, and requests
Rather than blaming or judging the other when they are not at their best
Start by describing how you feel
Letting each other speak will help you heal
Identify your emotions related to what you see and say
Recognize the underlying needs or values driving your energy or the other away
Clearly express what you’d like from others
It doesn't mean that your needs will be met
but it gives them a chance to rise from under cover
When the other speaks, let your listening take hold
Be aware of your reactive mind, that wants to butt in and scold
It is a working progress to communicate this way
Without the violence, anger, and hate that pushes us away
It takes one match to burn a thousand trees
Don't be the one to strike it when you are both down on your knees
Non violent communication is a listening approach
In a mostly verbal world it can be the best coach
So the next time you find yourself in a verbal battle
Try and remember nonviolent communication and be free from a lot of the hassle.
Categories:
reactive, anger, community, emotions, relationship,
Form:
Rhyme
Insurmountable
These feelings seem to overpower
As your breath seduces me
Calls to me
Excites the very part of me
That seems to always seek more
And needs more
I am enamored
Brilliantly blinded by beauty
Sensually, silently seduced
Reacting quietly, yet fervently
Heated to reactive tendencies
Letting my mind erupt in fantasy
As thought turns to reality
Categories:
reactive, love, passion
Form:
Free verse
You arrived like a rupture in time,
some semantic glitch in the fabric,
sparking where there was nothing…
a rupture before the rapture.
I think—no, I know—
you were watching before I saw you.
The air bent first,
whispers in the pressure,
like the universe leaning in to hear
my last rational thought.
Then—impact.
Your voice, a blade of static slicing through the hush,
laughter curled at the edges
like the flame of Prometheus—
your hand not quite touching,
but gravity-tight, tightening.
You orbit too close,
little devils of you perched at the curve of my jaw,
whispers in my ear like Eris at a wedding,
golden apple gleaming between your fingers,
asking nothing—offering everything—
dares dressed as questions.
“Why hesitate?”
Your presence is the Big Bang in reverse—
not an explosion outward,
but a collapse inward—
atoms realigning to your will.
You speak, and my spine remembers
that I was built to bow.
Charon must know my name by now.
A coin pressed to my tongue,
your palm sealing my fate—
like Persephone’s pomegranate kiss.
I was spontaneous once,
but now I am simply reactive,
a particle caught in your chain reaction.
I should run.
Instead, I step closer.
And the Nyx of us
smiles.
Categories:
reactive, adventure, blessing, change, creation,
Form:
Free verse
D is for desire, your thoughts do aspire.
A is for attractive, internally and externally reactive
T is for tough, not hard but ten ply enough
S is for sincere, a pillar of truth to all you hold dear
O is for orderly, a lifelong passion you are extraordinary
N is for normal, step outside of the box that is so formal
Categories:
reactive, inspiration, inspirational, muse,
Form:
Acrostic
Jack 177 26 Jun 2025
A room in my head called emotion
Controlled by various means
A thermometer reacting to the room temperature of others
The cold shoulder of silent indifference
Could turn the blood in my veins, to frozen streams
Other times, blood starts to boil with internal rage
The mercury of overreaction, starts to rise
The volatile instability, damages perception
I work hard on a solution for my personal climate control
I do, have a choice
Reactive thermometer or self-regulating thermostat
Someone else’s winter can be my thawing spring
Heated summer anger, can be a pleasant autumn day
That room in my head, needs comfortable stability
Self-awareness becomes the barometer of my emotions
Categories:
reactive, emotions, perspective, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Although gay women are attractive,
Can their love be counted on,
A chemistry that’s non-reactive,
Oligarchs of Amazon?
They face perhaps same traps that we do
Think of men as only drone,
An inverse baby kind of voodoo
Makes weak labeled sex to groan.
Where all good jobs are matriarchal
Confident they know what’s best,
A standing joke the patriarchal,
Litmus test for world unrest.
The thought’s out there this might be right on
Most know men have lost the race
Is ‘Women Better’ just a long con,
Bankrupt hyssop’s sexist’s face?
Misogynistic choices kill love
‘Death to men’ no better prayer,
While teamwork puts the hand in glove,
Seems to matter both are there.
Are women victim’s of man’s error?
Most men raised by woman’s side?
Small boys ignoring all their terror,
Little men, their country’s pride.
Men seem to rule, but die in battle
Block what festers deep inside
Then led to slaughter just like cattle
‘Free’ state purchased with their hide.
A girl I loved once had obsession
Wanted more to be like man
A mom at war with her depression,
Made this seem a better plan.
I can’t report she had much luck though
One girlfriend would beat her up
A flower dressed in man’s tuxedo
Life remained a half-filled cup.
But is it nature, is it nurture
Leads us to our confused art?
Heed dying gasp of cloaked John Bircher
Even Bible plays its part!
If life for others is what you choose
This can’t guarantee you’ll win
For life in faith means you could still lose
Doing good can still be sin!
A pig, a poke, that’s all you get,
Some joy, calamity, and yet
If God is dead, get real, get hip,
There’s sure release in death’s strong grip
As poet, I see humor in
This tale I spin, the life of men
God’s presence in man’s history
And Grace that spices mystery
For human love I know exists,
In spite of pain, it still resists
The certain coming of death’s call,
Though life be short, it is your all!
Brian Johnston
February 5, 2015
Categories:
reactive, life,
Form:
Rhyme
The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus
The tear ducts that latently only lend lubrication
The silly little practical necessary body bits, pieces and parts
I yawn & it reminds me… I should probably inhale & exhale
I smile because it is simply facial muscles that need exercise
I do mechanical muscle management to strengthen & maximise
Biomechanical body’s like mine don’t simply go frail..
My skin surface is stimulated, & sympathetically constricts.. it must be cold?
My mental function set to maintain a neutral base
My muscles, skeletal system, ligaments, tendons & bony structures
Encapsulated by a mechanised myofascial web, complete the outer mould
Organs operate internally as a well serviced engine, its all systems go
Emotions just pesky little hormone imbalances, from a time long ago
Where we as woman once needed in order to reproduce
Will evolution shrink our ovaries as they have outgrown their use?
My tongue embraces words, my tongue the sharpened sword
I trip stumble & fall and my senses heighten
My pelvic floor constricts & I feel it twitch & tighten
I massage the distressed muscles & release multiple rewards
It’s my body, it’s my temple, my vessel my machine
Not some sensitive, high strung weak inferior copy of a male
It is supple, soft and silky to the touch, all curves & contours
It’s my body, it’s my temple, my vessel my machine……
Categories:
reactive, beautiful, gender, identity, woman,
Form:
Light Verse
"Fear of - Not Enough Love"
love is the key to living a valuable life
one fear plaguing my mind is not sharing love enough
embracing every heart; thus eliminating strife
through good times, but moreso, when things get rough.
fear remains a strong emotion holding one captive
a prisoner entrapped in flesh and bone
sweet love erases fear for humans are reactive
to a soft touch surrounding a soul who feels alone.
i shutter to realize so many dwell in pain
from lonely thoughts of being pushed aside
my fear of not extending love and leaving them in vain
so everyone would enjoy that special glow inside.
with my fearless persona, I find a way to give
a golden opportunity to lend a helping hand
encircle those who have a need with a great will to live
and fear will be defeated through love in life so grand.
*For Tanya Harris's What's Your Fear? Contest.
Categories:
reactive, fear, fear, love, ,
Form:
Rhyme
The world is ruled by Science,
This truth will be known by these lines;
By the law of gravity, we walk on ground,
The human ear can't hear ultrasound;
The science of spectacles is known all,
The plant cells are guarded by cell wall.
What can be a better example than the food we eat,
With a number of reactions the meal does greet.
Sodium is a reactive metal,
Poisonous chloride was used in battle;
But these elements form sodium chloride,
It's explanation is out of my mind.
The nuclear weapons were made by Science;
They are harmful to nature were explained by Science.
Now I can't get anymore lines,
On this already complex Science.
Categories:
reactive, student, technology,
Form:
Lyric
Normal people scare me
The other day,
I shuffled my way,
down the street,
minding my own business.
As I raised my glance upwards
to the oncoming pedestrian
traffic on the busy sidewalk,
I noticed a young woman (I think)
as she (?) approached me,
I saw her,
navigating her way through
the stream of people crossing
in front of her,
like a salmon,
swimming against the current.
She had purple spiked hair,
sides shaved,
her face,
pierced like a pin cushion,
and, every inch of exposed flesh
was covered in profanity laced ink.
She wore army fatigues,
and a T shirt, with the words
"NORMAL PEOPLE SCARE ME".
emblazoned across her chest!
As her brazen eyes,
searched for reactive glances,
I cast my gaze downwards.
Strange thing was...
no one even seemed shocked by her!
Upside down world!
John Derek Hamilton
Feb 27,2017
Categories:
reactive, fear, humanity, people,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
I had my shot today
it made me feel a little gray
a side effect of medication
a doctors creation
Given by the nurse doth bestow
my husband holds my hand though
my friend talks to me on the phone
to calm my nerves as is above shown
It was a little hot today
what else should I say
I'm at home to recuperate
with my soul mate
It usually wears off by now
after my evening chow
tonight I feel a little hyper active
my pulse is a little reactive
Categories:
reactive, anxiety, health,
Form:
Rhyme
“E.R.I.C. Is”
by: Eric L. Boddie
It is important
That the mind possess agility
And because of that
Eric is the exceptionally rare intellectual capability
For those who will challenge
Without the use of common sense
They need to understand
Eric is the extremely reactive intense consequence
To those who keep their Faith
Where God intended for it to be kept
Which, by the way, has never been in man
Eric is an extraordinarily realized immortal concept
For those who try to tempt
In an effort to press the buttons of the controller
Through their greatest efforts
Eric is enabled to reach infinite composure
To those who think
So as not to one day resent
Because most pain and stress can be avoided
Eric is especially rich in insightful content
For those who love
Because God gave it with respect
Through the realms of poetry
Eric is empowered to reveal inspired context
To those living in disgust
On today’s society’s view of life
Because of an increasing lack of love
Eric is the eager request to involve Christ
And saving the best for last
Because that’s how God did the greatest creation
For each eligible lady
Eric is the enjoyable relaxation of intimate conversation
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"E.R.I.C.'s Response"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Every Risk Is Captivating
Because the reward is stimulating
Each realm is conquered
When true Love is hungered
Even reality is challenged
If the ego becomes damaged
Eternal Riches In Christ
That's the best way to Live any Life
Every rhyme is characterized
By every necessity to survive
Emphatic rhythm influences change
If the mind possesses infinite range
Evil reactions instill choices
That reject the addition of Spiritual invoices
Every reason is committed
With all the passion the Love Of God Permitted
written on September 29, 2015
Categories:
reactive, black african american, character,
Form:
Couplet
In a dark, dark room light cannot be found
When demons overtake, anxieties unbound
Black cat's silhouette far long upon the wall
Stairs creak, loud and clear, further down the hall
In a dark, dark room light cannot be found
Reactive spirit, all alone, feeling every sound
Winds moan throaty, heavy through fractured eaves
Sinister pumpkins shimmering light, sit among the leaves
In a dark, dark room light cannot be found
Unsettled thoughts, on the bend go 'round and 'round
Werewolves, Frankenstein, Dracula how they make us shudder
Hearts skip many beats escalating to a flutter
In a dark, dark room light cannot be found
Anticipation, deep and dark, envelops and surrounds
Pinhead, Jason, Freddy - fill our mind with fright
Needless fodder for a nervous mind on Halloween night
Categories:
reactive, autumn, dark, horror, scary,
Form:
Rhyme