Long With excitement Poems
Long With excitement Poems. Below are the most popular long With excitement by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long With excitement poems by poem length and keyword.
In the realms of love, hearts are
entwined and set alight,
Emotions roam day and night,
Dreams turn into reality,
And a note saying take care
as it's easy to lose your sanity.
In this enchanted place, darkness
and shadows of doom disappear,
Flowers bloom all year, and the flame
of hope is always burning here,
Hearts dance with joy hearing the
Great Reed Warblers sing,
Their beautiful song makes Winter
seem like Spring.
In this sanctuary of love each smile,
a sunbeam,
Each glance, a silent promise,
Every heartbeat echoes a thrill,
Words are few, and with a gentle
touch, souls beam with excitement
and are no longer tranquil.
In the realms of love, spirits lift,
Happily, they wander through
the world searching for True Love,
a rare and precious gift,
Once found, two hearts sync,
hope’s fire ignites and feelings of joy
hint that the search wasn’t in vain,
The gift of True Love is a tapestry
woven with threads of joy, compromise
and pain.
By Zyrool
She ran away from Kentucky in the middle of the night.
With excitement.
And love.
And a belly-full of adventurous ideas,
and her best friend, He.
He and she had recognized the eternal sadness in each other's eyes.
The second they met.
Sorrow recognizes sorrow.
Downtrodden recognizes downtrodden.
Sad recognizes sad.
He was smitten. She was terrified.
He began plotting their wedding, she was 6, so this made her mad.
She was not his friend for awhile.
They grew up, the she and the he.
They ran into each other, and it was like they had never been apart.
They recognized the pain in each other.
They recognized the hopelessness, and despair.
They ended up saving each other, the she and the he.
They faded the angry ways of their parents, and their grandparents.
They chose love instead of punishment, and they raised children with love, not anger, not silent rage.
They focused on their children's strengths, assets, talents, and ideas.
They built each other up, and they built their children up too.
Their children were the most cherished children on the planet.
It was as if they lived on an island of love.
Remember one thing,
God is Love
If you can do this,
you can save your children.
Little Davy wanted a puppy for Christmas
His parents, though, were totally against it
Davy whimpered and whined til he was breathless
“Please,” he wrote to Santa, “bring a puppy, Mr. Clause”
The big day drew closer and Davy said a prayer,
“Please, dear Lord, let my puppy be there”
He went to bed on the night before Christmas
With hope in his heart and a tender kiss from Mom
Bright and early the next morning, Davy arose and running,
Went downstairs to the Christmas tree to see what was coming.
The first thing he noticed was that the puppy was not there.
He felt a tear sting his eyes but promised not to care.
All the presents were unwrapped and all that seemed to be left…
Was carrying out the wrapping paper to go into the trash bin.
Davy knew it was his job to do this simple task and wasn’t asked
When he began to carry the leftover wrappings to the kitchen.
It was then, in the kitchen, that he noticed a familiar sound
The sound of whimpering and digging beneath a cabinet there in the corner.
Davy rushed over to the cabinet and began to pull at its doors.
Out came a big black lab with one ear flopped over against its head.
“Mom, Dad,” Davy screamed with excitement, “Santa left a puppy…
He just left it in the kitchen cupboard, but it is there and it loves me!”
Davy was grinning his biggest grin as Mom and Dad came in…
“Well,” they began, “It looks like you have your wish.” Then they began
To tell him all he had to do to care for this new member of the family.
“You’ll have to feed him and walk him and take care that he stays warm”
“You’ll have to care for him with all your heart and make sure you love him”
“You’ll have to see that he has all his shots just like you had to have.”
Davy laughed with surprise at the ease of all they said and smiled with such pride…
That his puppy would be called Fred!!!
Children's Christmas or Holiday Tale - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Eastman
I once thought being a period was such a drag.
I'm usually at the end of most sentences, like this one.
How dull is that? You see, a question mark get's a person curious.
And an exclamation point is filled with excitement!
But a period just follows after the end of a statement.
Or so I thought.
One day, I happened to hear something new and amazing.
Sally said to Sam, "I never want to go on a motorcycle with
you ever again, Sam, and I mean it, PERIOD!"
I had never heard the likes of this before!
Sally not only mentioned my name, but she
shouted it out at the top of her lungs!
Then I heard something like this again from Jim Bob to Claire.
"Claire!" he said, "I will never go out on a date with you
again, PERIOD!" The emphasis was on the period.
So, I guess I must be important enough for people to holler
out my name like that.
I feel better now about being a period.
Written on 9/2015
I grind my teeth at the thought of her torn flesh
The blood . . . the blood
The life leaving her eyes
And that look of pity on her face
Erased from the world forever
Stuck in my head I wait in the bushes
Until the people finally leave
Now my chance has come
And I must take it while I can
I pick the door lock and go into the house
There she is sitting quietly on the chair
I let the mood sink in
Leaning against the wall
I am satisfied with the fact that she is so content
In a moment, I will be too
Adrenaline rushing through my every being
I lift the knife and walk forward from behind
Never have I been so shaky
With excitement—and power!
When I am within two feet of her
I lift the knife even higher
And bring it down on her with much force
With much force I feel the knife go through
Stopping between collar bone
She gasps and screams
But I clamp my bloodied hand over her mouth
I move in front of her and pull out the knife
Blood gushing everywhere
I stab her again
Staring into her green eyes
Wondering what she is thinking right then
I stab again, this time deeper
All the wrong lost in that stab
I twist the blade inside
Remembering the abandonment
She struggles, screaming her muffled scream
Kicking and flinging her arms helplessly
By the fourth stab she is gasping on the floor
Dragging her way to the door
I let her crawl
To hope . . . groaning desperately for relief
Only to stop her
To SHATTER her
Dragging her back by her feet
Blood and tears streak her eyes
I lift the knife one last time
Listen to her last raspy cry
And drive it downwards
As bliss and power smother me
But then suddenly
Everything goes black
Pledging poetic collaboration...
(alternatively titled: putting
iambic pentameter feet put in mouth)
(Spanning across internet)
analogous to accept marital vow
(after blind date contestants
meet courtesy bachelor/bachelorette),
though each of us never met
mutual (of Omaha) accord
consonant with me... you bet
your sweet bippy - Laugh-In debt
ode to comedians Dan Rowan
and Dick Martin, no secret
at feeling flattered, though please
dismiss ambition to covet
(at least just yet),
yours truly adopted as house pet
argh... that beastly consummation beset
with challenge unsure weaken duet,
not absolutely necessary to whet
our respective appetites and asset
with words, quite obvious
twas love at first twenty six let
hors d'oeuvres suffice
me not here to exploit nor profit
concerning joint capitalistic venture,
whereby each of us signatory
contributing authors to beget
consensual reasonable rhyme or not,
yours truly doth deduce tenet
heavily to embark impossible mission
analogous good luck bouquet
to whomever doth cachet
more to the point, a whim woke
to assuage concupiscence,
cuz I gotta get get
preposterous simply to craft kismet
likened to kid in candy store lit
with excitement at sweet nuggets
mouth watering treats to offset
eating healthy vegetarian omelet
bloated overstuffed oaf think piglet
blessedly to young for slaughterhouse
five according to Kurt Vonnegut,
a fate far worse than death and taxes
now living in lap of luxury...
ah..., that's the ticket,
or perchance donning crown as kinglet
within safe porcine haven hamlet
whereat smart creatures use Telnet and toilet,
rather than pollute fields and/or streams.
Can we become lovers
just for a couple of years if we can't last forever.
Can I have memories with you
do the things like couples do.
Can we have meal together
either breakfast, lunch or dinner.
Can we see movies on Friday nights
with popcorn and kisses in between.
Can we travel to unknown places,
an adventure only the two of us will remember.
Can we hold hands and admire every sunset.
Can I open my eyes in your sweet sweet smile,
hugs and coffee as we wait for the sunrise.
Can we become lovers,
let's have our favorite place and meet with excitement.
Can you have beautiful dreams of me
Can you have beautiful dreams with me
~cvb071220~
I feel so alive on the inside,
So filled with excitement and desire,
Intimate yearnings for your touch,
A willingness to give without a thought
I feel so enlightened by your love,
Like I could move mountains and more,
Reaching for the stars seems possible..
With the love that you always pour forth
I feel so enchanted by your intimacy,
Feelings so pure and without fear of failure
Love that comes without conditions
So open and alive with truth and honesty
I feel so reassured by your kindness toward me
Reflections of hope that I see within you
Filling my heart with sweet feelings of joy
And my mind with compassion that is serene
I feel so passionate in my spirit,
Whispers of excitement thrill my feelings,
Unspoken promises of love that frees me fully,
With a sense of acceptance that entices me to feel
I feel so strong because I know your heart
It pounds out a rhythm of warm hope and faith
Amazing joys that are alive with pure mercy and grace,
Filling me with a sense of purpose and encouragement
I feel so warm on the inside of my soul,
Warmed by truth and spontaneity that is alive
Willing to give with a generous spirit and thriving heart
Filling me up with a sense of tenderness that purifies
I feel so gentle because you soften my heart
With your soothing sense of purpose and insight
Feelings as sensitive as the goosebumps on the skin
That remind me why I’m so in love with you and your heart
Kids of different
nationalities gather
every day to play
in the streets of Chicago
once their daily chores are done.
They play with marbles,
scummy top, pitching pennies,
or a rambunctious
game of stickball in the old
neighborhood cobblestone streets.
Children stand and watch;
the pitcher keeps a firm hold,
throwing the tattered
ball, placing it hard right down
the middle of the chalked square.
With broom handle in
both hands, batter swings, striking
the small tattered ball.
With excitement the kids jump,
clapping and cheering, "Run! Run!"
8/21/2017
For the Poetry Contest: Form T
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
On the theme of ............. 1. Tattered
(Dedicated to those who have found true love
for the very first time)
Written a ton of poems
Many of them silly, many about love
Have decades of experience
But the love I'm feeling now
Surpasses any I have ever experienced before
In my whole entire life
Free of encumbrances or prejudices
Finally able to just let the love flow
And where it stops, is where it stops
My heart explodes with excitement
The thought that after all these many years
I have finally found the one
That special someone with the heart of an angel
The soul of the most precious being
I have ever had the exquisite pleasure to know
I call her my love, my absolute treasure
I'm on top of love's mountain
Way up high feeling the fresh waves of love
Engulf me with a rapture sublime
Writing poetry brings out my deepest feelings
Feelings I have never ever felt before
Even after all these many years
I am still learning how to love
© Jack Ellison 2014