Frisson Poems | Examples

i feel too much
too much all at once
all at once i start to wonder
wonder why i feel the way i do
i feel the way i do because of the people around me
the people around me influence me
influence me to where i don’t know where i begin 
where i begin and where i end 
where i end and where they start 
they start becoming a part of me i think 
i think that is the nature of human nature 
human nature says we need people 
people to love, to care, to exist
exist is what i do 
i do not know what i am 
what i am is what people tell me 
and people tell me i feel too much

Let’s meet, love no reason need face,
Nor true friendship mission need face.

Let’s understand each other well,
That, we no confusion need face.      

Know hurdles on each other’s way, 
A fair destination to face.
       
Let’s tick to life’s goals sans postscript, 
Why explanation need we face?

Need we over-water life’s plants?
Fruits ripen when right season face.

But you just nod, not so have said,
Reticence doubts of treason face.

So, say something even for fun,
Let feelings feign, some frisson face.
_______________________________ 
Ghazal | 07.09.2022 |love, reason, destination, season, treason, feelings 

Note: The two love birds have been facing some hurdles on their way. One suggests meeting to sort out differences. Place things on table and discuss. The other is a bit reticent. Says, need we over-water life’s plants? All they lacked was little frisson in listless life.

the frisson warms us
when we are involved in hugs...
In these moments our souls  disclose
and the heart thrills
and order the mouth say
loud and strong
I love you... !

Frisson Moments
(free-sawn)
By: Miracle Man
7/12/2020

Early life was filled with frisson times,
lately, it resembles a basket of peach centers.
Analyzing the two, it’s been two distinct lifetimes,
anxiety has made me one of life’s dissenters.

I’ve heard that “early to bed and early to rise”,
and I’ve often wondered, if true, this be.
Will it “make a man healthy, wealthy, and wise”? 
thus far I’m batting 000 for three.

In the dark of night all alone
Steps behind will chill to the bone
When hair stands on end
No need to pretend
The coroner calls that, "Frisson"

A Frisson of Fear
by Rick Folker

I will not bow to
your idols of
hate

I will not offer prayers to
your false gods you
create

I will not kneel to 
your toxic media of
lies, half-truths you
replicate

BUT ...

I will warm you
in the coldness of
a naked, lonely night

I will weep with you
when the weight of weeping
takes all our might

I will wake with you to
some distant future
and reconsecrate

Our shattered souls 
In the balm of 
day's first wake

Thrill.. that you have mail
   and read another's tale

Thrill..of tomorrow's test
   in anticipation we dress

Thrill..of Christmas Eve
   as tree presents we leave

Thrill..of an offspring born
   as responsibilty we adorne

Thrill..of our lover's touch
   no word can say so much

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