When it's not possible to go abroad
It's not bad to get acquainted local scenes
With the Philippines country's surroundings
I have long wanted to see Cebu's whale sharks
I want to visit Palawan's Underground River
Witness the Baguio's cliff-hanging cemetery
Astonishing Bukidnon nature like Switzerland
Feel the nerve-wracking landing seaport of Ibatan
Experience the windy part of Northern Ilocos
Enjoy surfing the giant waves of Siargao
Adventure trek to Suhoton Cave of Surigao City
Of course, swim in the pink sand beach of Zambonga City.
Categories:
nerve wracking, appreciation, beauty, nature, places,
Form: Prose
One in a billion
Can dare this amazing
Courageous rock climbing
This one second of success
It reflects years of training
One second of success
Can also be a second
That takes a life
It's too dangerous
There is a sense
Of accomplishment
As great as the risk
The need of great strength
Experience and self-confidence
Such gift of overcoming fear
Is a gift that comes from above
In this sport, it's nerve wracking
Everyone goes crazy in their own way
And when strength and courage mixes
Automatically comes success.
Categories:
nerve wracking, character, courage, strength,
Form: Free verse
It is addictive.
Used to it
like the wicked bitter pills
that one swallows to numb the pain,
to block the feelings.
Lethargic yet nerve-wracking;
A tightness in the chest that
never goes away.
Faint, throbbing, persistent.
It is inherent to me.
the salinity of an ocean of tears,
the chaos of a storm wrecked ship,
the thorns of a lonely cactus.
Never clears away by itself.
Haunting like monsters,
nauseating like rotten hopes,
Appalling like oblivion,
Repulsive like nightmares.
One drinks it,
Slowly.
Like the morning cup of coffee,
Bitter, gone cold.
Yet addictive.
Mine alone.
-Ree
Categories:
nerve wracking, deep, depression, endurance, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Written: April 28, 2024, For Constance la France Contest
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
One word cures all life's queries and distress,
While we indulge in our quest toward bliss.
Pure, lush love imparts delight and success,
Amidst life's winding path, may run amiss.
Love protects us from dread and disarray,
Serve awful time, lead us across the storm.
Love allows us to face fear and dismay,
Merry love is merely drawn in free form.
Embrace who allows us to tame our fears,
The fleeting light of our souls burns all time.
And foster kinship, swipe nerve-wracking tears,
We cry such babies, dull for bliss, sublime.
We descry solace in qualm and sadness,
While we sink in state of auric aptness.
Categories:
nerve wracking, analogy, love, pain,
Form: Sonnet
One nerve-wracking race
Is motor bike cliff climbing
Grand finesse with grace.
Categories:
nerve wracking, adventure, career, motivation, race,
Form: Haiku
frog came across tightrope riding on a bike so high
entire circus crowd gave a loud gasp and a sigh
there is a dog in that basket! A little one yelled.
We held our breath now, for he could have been killed.
the frog was cocky, reckless, wild, and crazy for sure.
But dogs are innocent, loyal, kind, totally pure.
I hope the dog is okay, someone yelled from the crowd.
Let the dog down! We began shouting, some of us loud.
frog gave us another cocky wave, and kept pedaling away.
it was a scary ending to a very nerve-wracking day.
the next act was an acrobat who had done away with the net.
I was too nervous to stay, so I ran home to be with my pet.
Categories:
nerve wracking, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form: Rhyme
a conversation lingered in my mind ...
between Reality Versus Passion!
singing my greatest devotion I find
choosing technology the persuasion !
in technology jobs are abundant,
won't be painful to get a job I crave!
love music from the bottom of my heart..
difficult to succeed even if I’m brave!
I have no agent, I have no money!
recording companies hard to impress!
contests are tough, nerve-wracking and funny
may get awful stage-fright - hardly success!
Reality Versus Passion - hard choice
efforts are rewarded -tells a wise voice!
December 5, 2021
Strand - 1047 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Syllables (10 in each line) checked by howmanysyllables.com
Categories:
nerve wracking, life, passion,
Form: Sonnet
Staring out the window while the thunder and lightning clatter,
While the rain goes pitter patter, pitter patter.
Trying to gather my thoughts, but they just seem to scatter,
While the rain goes pitter patter, pitter patter.
Thinking of growing older and getting fatter,
While the rain goes pitter patter, pitter patter.
Sometimes people talking to me seems like nerve wracking chatter,
While the rain goes pitter patter, pitter patter.
Hoping things I do in this life will matter,
While the rain goes pitter patter, pitter patter.
Wanting to be proactive instead of reactive though I often do the latter,
While the rain goes pitter patter, pitter patter.
Having dreams so delicate they often shatter,
While the rain goes pitter patter, pitter patter.
Categories:
nerve wracking, emotions, rain,
Form: Monorhyme
I got slapped in the face today
By an exuberant foot, no wait, maybe both to them.
They had on fluffy socks, so that part I recognized.
I had forgotten they could reach my face though.
The leprechaun had not granted my wish to be taller
Until last night around midnight.
Was that my feet? I screamed with delight.
I was crazy-happy.
I had never been six foot four before.
My feet laughed.
What?
He gave me feet with faces?
We are walking around the kitchen now
And they are making fun of the difficulty I am having
Not looking at them when I.
Damn!
I keep falling over.
It is hilarious, but also nerve-wracking to
Go from five foot two and a half, AND
have talking spitting, snarling teeth who are
Chasing the dog and the cat around the kitchen
While they are laughing and shrieking
Two different conversations.
Where are those damned socks?
I think it is time to put them back on.
Categories:
nerve wracking, 6th grade, 7th grade,
Form: Free verse
Breathing in the fresh, cool air of the early morning.
My feet carry me to the place I know all too well.
The place where all problem and fears disappeared.
Crawling beneath the fence, and into the wet, morning grass.
Walking down the slope of rocks underneath the bridge.
The sound of cars driving over my head is prominent.
The current of the river runs swiftly in front of my feet.
Every memory, every laugh, every fish we almost caught.
Every moment I stood at the river stared me in the face.
The wind whips around me from each direction.
Shivers sent down my spine until I feel a hand touch my shoulder.
"I remember this place too Bea." My sister embraces me.
The place we told each other secrets, and drank hot cocoa.
The place we could disappear to when home became nerve wracking.
The place that I held so close to my heart.
The river we fished in, lost lures, told secrets.
The days when life was simple.
The memories I would never, ever forget.
Categories:
nerve wracking, nostalgia, sister,
Form: Free verse
They are void--
On empty- without
Emotions or compassion...
We keep feeding them with ours-
They take greedily-slurping
The foam off the tops
Of life's abundance.
Pretending;To feel something.
They interrupt your life with
An emergency-
Always exaggerating...
This or that-
Grand-standing then
withering
Like a Christmas flower -
Nerve wracking.
Get you all caught up-
Like a fire spitting dragon
They have nowhere for
Their souls to reside.
So they often change
Bandwagons
Like a concerned
Mother cat they drop
Their problems off instinctively-
To the ones whom appear to be
vulnerable and underexposed.
He assigns his burdens
Out like kittens-
With a reverse
entitlement
As we are to be
Grateful we were
Chosen to adopt
One of his problems
He is programmed to
Say "mam"--- A lot, as if
This makes-the deal
Official
like some
Overpaid C.E.O
Executive who
Has no intention
On solving problems
Or reimbursing
Your stolen money.
So void -so empty -
So pitiable are
These empty souls.
Today I am not
Feeling charitable
Please find someone else
To adopt your kittens.
And your wayward soul.
Categories:
nerve wracking, analogy, people, society,
Form: Prose Poetry
I am walking through the dark tunnel below the old, supposedly haunted house. My God,
is it ever nerve wracking. The pungent smell of must permeates my nasal cavity. I can't
see anything due to the blackness, the evil, piercing black. Even my own hand, only an
inch or so from my face, is unseen, shrouded in darkness.
I begin hearing a strange rustling sound behind me. I shrug it off. Again I hear it,
this time followed by whispers, sounds of talking, and even laughter.
"It's only my imagination," I say. Slowly the sounds become louder, and I turn just
in time to see the blood red eyes staring at me through the black.
Categories:
nerve wracking, depression, fantasy, sad, time,
Form: Prose Poetry
I can't believe this day is finally here
I'm here standing, eyes filled with tears
To afraid to move my feet any more
More nervous than I've ever been before
I'm about to face the man I love
So what am I so afraid of?
This is the first day of my new life
I'm about to be this man's wife
This day is all about expressing our love in front of everyone
This is unlike anything we've ever done
I have nothing but feelings going through my body and mind
Nervousness and happiness all combined
To walk down the aisle
Greet you with a loving smile
My lips tremble as I recite
The vows that will now make me your wife
It was all nerve wracking
But it was worth it
We're both happy
Now let the marriage life begin
Categories:
nerve wracking, love, wedding, day, day,
Form: Free verse