Best Shortness Of Breath Poems
A genuine smile joyfully gives to a day
Much more value than one really knows
It's more than the gold light of the sun
More soothing than the moons soft glow
It reaches down deep within one's soul
Making such inspired feelings to arise
It makes a heart's flame leap forward
From the dormant place where it did lie
It causes a young heart to begin to pound
And it brings about a shortness of breath
It adds new meaning to life in one's mind
Along with a glow that will always last
It's a treasure chest full of beautiful jewels
More valuable than a single pearl of great worth
For a genuine smile is valued so much more
Than any treasure which can be found in the earth.
Wendell A. Brown,
January 2013,
"Descendent of Eve"
by: Eric L. Boddie
As she walked through the door, I recall a shortness of breath
My heartbeat fluttered, my palms moistened, my mind drew a blank, but no pain was felt
My mouth became dry, and my eyes and ears became lost in her motion
And with only a glance, the sway of her hips became the muse for my every notion
After closer examination, sweat, in the form of a single drip
Made its way down my forehead as the glass approached her lips
Then, the rumbling of my stomach, the butterflies were on the move
Because my eyes had never touched legs that appeared to be oh so smooth
I wanted to get up, but I could hear the buckling of my knees
And the unmentionable, it was like what happens to water if you let it freeze
Now that was many years ago, but like yesterday is what it seems
Because ever since that moment, she has been featured in all of my dreams
To her sight, I have become addicted, that's the strongest word I can think of
For me, it only took a glance, and I, instantly, fell in Love
I Love her hair, I Love her toes, don't get me started on the things in between
She is God's Greatest Creation, next to Him, her being reigns supreme
And now that I'm a man, on her curves, I am still dependent
That's the only way I can explain my jealousy of the infant
Addiction, desire, infatuation or lust, you can call it whatever you believe
But I would go crazy without her, I'm in Love with the descendent of Eve
Passionate Love
There's a heat burning intense inside;
inside my soul,
and inside my groin.
Not the heat of temperature but of lust and desire
causing a shortness of breath and judgement;
scorching all logic.
The sweat wet and shining that drips
from your brow,
and from your body;
is fanning the flames causing my palms to sweat,
and my body to quiver.
You pull me close to first, kiss my lips,
then my cheek
and then my neck.
Working your way down my body you reach my inner thigh,
stopping there to worship your conquered prize.
After saying your thankful prayers, you gently slide
in and out,
and in and out.
with each thrust stoking the growing fire.
Finally it causes us to erupt in ectasy and pleasure.
With all our fuel exahusted we collapse;
leg over leg,
and arm over arm.
With our limbs entangled toether, leaving only smoldering desire.
We both glance in each other's eyes
falling into a much need and peaceful slumber.
In shortness of breath
he heaves thundering hooves
over gravel road and through thorny brush
In terrors madness he dashed
as elves lie in still and
fae giggled from imaginary hideouts
down into the meadow he dashed,
the gripping thud of hooves
followed with the crackling of branches
when he stopped:
a quickened still -
A pricked ear
the sound of deep breath in scent
a hesitation
A crack! echoed across the plain
and nestled into trees as foul to wing
did look to see,
a Faun lie bleeding,
as the demons surrounded him in glorious jubilation
at a prize buck, an ordinary deer to them -
For their eyes couldn't see what was really there -
the elves sang out in lamentations,
while birds did shriek the songs of fae,
~ in a land not far away.
It's Not Easy When The Road Is Your Driver
To want you to hold you to need you
We look for love in all the wrong places
Certain vestibules will leave a trace in
A challenge to be free is a question of time
With my shortness of breath makes me step in line
Shadows break through the piercing skin
A new day in which to begin again
A flood of emotions from my tavels on the road
The turning of a tide onto a new episode
The moments we used to share having so much fun
We look for cover now while were out on the run
I remember the touch of your hand & sweet romance
The soft music with a long drawn out bubble bath
We see a slight vision from the mirror at a glance
A love letter that was sent to your door lest I implore
It's not easy when the road is your driver
One hand to hold a heart will mend
A glance at the past will tell us of our future
Sweet kisses with perfume in the air
We dined in the comfort of a loving touch in the atmosphere
You were a stranger so long ago yet not anymore
OLD AGE
Do you ever wonder where the years have all gone?
The roller coaster ends and you hope to hop back on
We are older now and that thrill ride has passed us by
Should we cling to our memories or give it one more try?
Do we accept the achin' body and shortness of breath?
Our personal potholes are harder to miss near death
These are the physical demons we all face in our later years
Time is short now, being laid up for months is what we fear
When we're young, there is time to recover what's gone
When we're old, we're hoping to discover another dawn
We envy our kids because of their able-bodied youth
They care about us dearly, yet deny the senility truth
We never realize we're old until sickness or injury
It is at that very moment we picture life so vividly
The reds are redder, the blues are bluer, no reason to hate
Except the darks are now darker as we ponder our fate
We now question everything we have been taught
Is there a Heaven or Hell or is everyone just as lost?
When we get to this place, there really is no answer
It doesn't matter if you're dying from old age or cancer
The elderly are the new endangered life forms
Scientists creating drugs to combat our aging storms
We don't need drugs, we just want people to know we're here
Quit ignoring your elders, for we'll be the first to God's ear
A sudden shortness of breath,
The clenching of the chest.
You hear the news fail like you're deaf,
The first thing you want to do is confess.
A young man's life cut short,
In a foreign country away from family.
You scream that he needed more,
But atleast his spirit can now roam free.
A whisper on the wind brings tears,
A breeze full of heat as if it's someone's breath.
You turn quickly to abate your fears,
And find that your all alone all by yourself.
“It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live.”
The sun Plagued by darkness.
I walk alone a shadowless figure with no face or heart beat.
Full with an emptiness void that grows and sucks all joy and happiness from my soul.
shortness of breath, heart racing, a twisted anxiety which battles with the mind.
In a dark hole, which grows deeper, no ladder only panic and Nausea.
The only escape is childish dreams which aren't reality and will never be.
Finally out of the whole, a long climb, but sadness and hopelessness is still greater that mere achievement.
Walking through a barren wasteland with the sounds of screams and tortured souls.
Tears of pain and resentment roll from my face I am nothing and will be nothing I am lost.
The Wind is blowing, the breeze is hot and very fierce like shards of class cutting my skin.
Then I wake from this dream in my bed the sun beaming into my eyes, the dream I had was a true definition of my real reality.
Hopeless, depression, and sickness of the mind a disease that eats until you make a decision for change.
At three years old;
we freely hid from tree to tree,
and sneaked through under table to
table,
with snow smiles, filled with smells of
present, and a rainbow heart of
innocence, blinded with mountains of
curiosity and fountains of supreme
surprises.
Clowning and crowning was fully
allowed.
But frowning and crying was full
suppressed and disallowed.
Dreams were monochrome,
while responsibility was asleep.
Ambition was a joke,
while play was a gift of shift without
a fight.
Eze went to school with thorn school
uniform, without a pen, book and
school sandals, but still graduated
with flying laughter.
Tortoise could not trick the snail,
because they both live in a shell.
But it tricked the lion, by drowning
into its shell.
Kisses were meaningless, but still
served has the eyes of salvation.
While wildness was sweetness.
Danger was headless,
while envy had shortness of breath.
Ada and Obi's affectionate touches;
never stole away virginity.
Sooner they departed into growth
and found themselves in the paths of
modernization.
And Ada could no longer tell; if Obi is
still a boy. Because her trust has
rusted,
and she wonders, why did their eyes
met again in the rainbow lane of
maturity?
But she can't doubt God, the
Almighty master designer of
affection.
Because he has immortalized the
future,
and has wisely joined Obi and Ada
solely together, till eternity sleeps.
-Oloidi, Oluwafemi
*keep winning!*
Dying Is Horrifying
Has been sad to me;
Dying is horrifying;
Will never forget.
My wife Jill is in intensive care right now
under sedation. Sunday morning she had
shortness of breath. An aide car came out
and gave her oxygen and she started to
get better. They said to take her to the
Emergency Room at Novant Hospital in
Bolivia, NC. She was admitted to stay
overnight for a check up. The next day
in the morning she received a call from
Stephanie Lynott then was visited by
the Jones's who had dropped by. She
received an email on her cell phone
of the choir singing Sunday on January
27, 2019 at St. James Episcopal. At
around noon yesterday she had more
severe breathing problems. They had
diagnosed her as having Pneumonia
and fluid on the lungs. The put her
on a ventilator but that did not solve
the problem. She is now in ICU and
they have put a trachea in her throat
and inserted some other things in her
throat. Needless to say, I am scared
as hell and have been crying and
really upset. She is under sedation
right now and won't be coming out
of it until about eight am. I cried
myself to sleep at around nine last
night. I awoke at midnight thinking
that I was hearing Jill calling me.
Shawn just had his 50th Birthday
on January 24th. I am afraid to call
him. I am driving over at eight AM
to see her again. She is supposed
to start coming out of it by then
and I should be able to talk to her
hopefully. This is the latest and will
keep you updated. Dr. Doran is
her doctor. There is a Doran Garage
in Shallotte, NC but she is not related
and is here from New York State.
I still am afraid to call Shawn.
Love,
Jim Horn
Hot headed asses
Filled with commie bastards
Social disorder in the brain insane with pain
As if socialized wandering wizards chicken gizzards
My breaking point to no return hero burn
In sweat caged fury everything scarey
Shaded pine in derision chasing after delusion
Fought back the pain with a smile on the dial
To frolic in the whisper almost a certain Hitler
Shadows filled up with asps darkened portals pitch black
Her memory haunts me to this day I pray
Shortness of breath in pitch blackened vest
Let me take the time to get some things off my chest then rest
As if a caged rat that was hiding in its tiny hole death stole
The memory of a whisper pitch black death hero's vest
No time to rest & watch any double feature
***** with the sneakers!
Sadness in the soul portal going viral as it seems
Lethal demise yet one word to the wise
In recourse blackened pilgrims with skulls & crossbones to prey on the dead!
It's kind of funny, I don't know what to write
is this supposed to be about my life
It never will be my heart pumps like a wilder beast
I need you in my reach please don't stop
my heart my stop can't go to the top without you
I refuse
So guess I got the blues how do I choose
let me out tape over my mouth feel like I'm trapped
in this house know what I'm talking bout
And if somebody find out then he might find out
Then I'm out permanently you see cuz loving you
deletes me and I'm no where ready to take you steady
but I can't help this feeling growing in my belly
shortness of breath
you already know you the best so why contest to this dude
there's no contest let me take care of the rest
I'll be back in a flash and if you asked I'd give it all to you
including this cl*ass codes to my cash cuz it more to you
than blunts rolled and checks cashed I want something that will last
I can't take this running forth and back scratches on the back
but its worth it he's worthless matter fact pick me up in the black
tell me what you want me to do cuz it's always been about you
seRENIty
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that I converted to a poem I guess anyway its the first video hope this is ok
I love all the ladies,
No matter the size.
That sultry first kiss,
Is the ultimate prize.
Walking hand in hand,
Under a silver moon.
The romance in the air,
Can make your head swoon.
The anticipation,
Of that first embrace.
Your heart beating strong,
At an incredible pace.
Till the joyous moment,
That your two lips meet.
The taste on your tongue,
Is uncommonly sweet.
With a trembling body,
And a shortness of breath.
You then make a promise,
That you'll love her to death.
This blissful caress,
You can't wait to begin.
You hate when it's over,
Until you do it again.
"How do you know you're in love?"
I asked my mom when I thought I was. Her reply confused me for a few years.
"If you have to ask, it's not love." She winked and walked away.
Now I understand. I understand the shortness of breath and blank mind when he walks in the room is love.
I understand that his laugh and the way his voice sounds in the mornings is like a drug you can't get enough of.
I know that love is when he thinks he's at his lowest. Raw feelings, crying because of an awful childhood memory, he doesn't push you away because all he wants in that moment is you.
I'm no longer confused because I've found love. Not some jerk you made out with behind the school. Not a one night stand at your best friend's birthday.
But someone who holds your head up while you throw up everything but your memories. Someone who holds you close when you have a panic attack so strong you shake. Someone who will go with you to scary doctor's appointments. Who will answer the phone at 3 in the morning because you had a nightmare and can't go back to sleep.
Love is everything I've dreamed of and more.
Don't let it go.
A little coughing fit I told myself
And wiped that worry off the shelf
Then shortness of breath begin
In the hospital is where I am
Arms all full of black and blue
Please no more tests,Im through
Xrays here,xrays everywhere
Doc sees something on the lung, dear
Well all my smokings caught up to me
Nodules in my lung, more then three
So next a pet scan then he'll know
How much further I have to go
It took this to put that cigarette out
A little bit to late,is what it's about
carolann crowley 4/22/2012