Euphoria Poems - Poems about Euphoria

It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly. Flight motion is a dreamy adventure I would savor. How excited I would be to Peter Pan the sky. I feel certain the atmosphere would gladly comply. Granting me ascent would be a most splendid favor. It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly. Passing birds would wonder...

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“The flight of butterflies designs in gloomy mind the collage of ecstasy, framed by the beauty of life” – by Poet My ebullient emotion replicates the wings of butterflies, fluttering on the rhapsodic ripples of the blissful breeze, and before they all float away to the fading obscurity far, stop designing for me a flying scenic formation of fulfillment,...

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Written: April 1st, 2025 for contest sponsored by Brian Strand ******************** esoteric lines are etched with antique ink as wise men dither to think euphoria blazes  as fresh perspectives bear flight If wisdom tracks the dimming light a solitary ember remains:  the elixir of life. Unbreakable, this soul and I — like a...

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Comfort belies not upfront, where the bright glare blinds, But in the glowing lingering embers of the afterglow. In the afterburner of the karaoke sing-along song. Humming the back-story concoction of memories Translucent and phosphorescent. Tarrying perchance, in a happenstance dance, A wake, lingering long, along into the night On the back-burner, dimmer set to simmer....

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For once i smile and dance as i look at my reflection in mirror oh the clothes fit my body so nicley, i like it i like it when i look at me and feel something thats not making me want to curl up and cry I dance and sing whatever song is playing i dont care what it...

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In vivacious luminous landscape of luring longing, desire sculpts dream, spreads spectrum of ardor in sapphire sky, fervor floats on cloud, shaping sensual crave, charismatic. Spring-soaked beguiled brush paints passionately murals of rapture on convivial canvas, of my heart ebullient, portraying the...

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I’ve lost my heart among the woods, Where now it flutters in the drafts And moves about close secrets kept Within the floras’ whispered breath. I know because there glimpses break Between the bark-skinned living things, Where there it flows from one to next In jubilant discovery. I feel it yet, though standing yon, Of how the boughs absorb the sun Among the shafted beams...

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Euphoria is a canvas bright, Where joy paints life in colors light; In cozy nooks, we find our peace, Hearts bloom with hope, and worries cease. I gaze upon the mountain’s crown, Veiled in clouds, yet never down; A promise whispers through the mist, The sun will rise, and shadows twist. On rainy days, beneath the green, Birds shelter softly, their songs unseen; Yet optimism...

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Rivers of winding winds, their saw edged currents chipping away at stone clouds. Crests of powdery floss slip over mountainous verges. Not knowing anything about the flexibility of granite cliffs or the secret waves of the spheres, I dip my face into a whitewater sky, jump out and in of its see-through skin. ...

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You enter my being Like a sober euphoria Sideswiped by a rogue wave I fell into your higher grave Coursing my veins like a lethal injection Your love is like a sober euphoria My warm blood now a cold sensation I’m taken to the lover’s utopia You devour me with your evil desire Your eyes consume my secret soul I slowly...

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Angelic melody play to thy senses, Rejuvenating with a magic wand's hold, Metamorphosing withered leaves to vibrant hues, Breathing life into a soul once cold. Lulling a baby to a dreamer’s paradise, Lyrical notes entice heartstrings, Defiant of language, it mesmerizes, Transcending continents with soft frills. From dawn to dusk, it...

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loose, lacy, white - a flowing blouse the muse left clues in green-gray eyes an outlier near the lighthouse-ocean the seabreeze salty and windswept foreshadowing of quill and paper before she knew what to say before the euphoria of surf leapt up and touched her fingertips before she learned to grasp shadows and shapes, beyond the pale moon and muted sun dandelion seeds and towering sunflowers...

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Do you think we’re the sort of girls to sit around on a Sunday night? EAH (loud buzzer sound) you’d be wrong!! What’s the opposite of seasonal depression - seasonal euphoria? I’m self-diagnosing here, but I think I’ve got it. I have all the symptoms: Excessive happiness: a level of joy statistically improbable. Compulsive smiling: grinning under the most mundane circumstances. Irrational...

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effervescent luminous latticed longing spreads spectrum in fervent sky spring-soaked enthralled brush paints passion on canvas of heart portrays life perched on cracked cinnamon ground desolate desert pervades through the faded veins of fragile fallen leaves rustling hymn of hope eyes weep unseen tears within filling the fathomless cauldron of pining pathos where lies forlorn life’s remnant essence...

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