Palpitation Poems | Examples

morendo

I lose myself willingly
in the depths of your gaze,
where light wanes like a bitter moon,
and something black flickers back—

—you are a palpitation I should fear, 
dismally drawn to my knowing.
Your dark brown eyes a crag, 
carved between skin, devastation, 
and abysmal Horror—half-wild, 
half-claimed—hungers between us—
—morendo!—

too sibilant to name.

Neighbor

You are one to a guy living close,
Who sometimes lets you in on his woes,
The wrought by nearness of abodes;
Families walking the same roads…

Neighbor don’t deny your Good Morning,
At noon over the slight still mourning:
“Our blocks in the same habitation 
And soon hearts of equal palpitation”

Yep, The Controlled By Vicinity,
Ahead going to embrace unity:
To stretch the name fullest: Good Neighbor,
As minds should not conceive Bad Neighbor…
 
Sometimes mindful of competition,
Your steady progress for petition;
Furtive glances at your new garments,
As you keep renewing them laments.

The poor wearies the rich with pleas
“For just my breakfasts help out, please!”
The rich with enervating labor
As condition for grant of favor!

Still, when it matters submits to bond:
In cocktails of one another fond;
For the wife beater alerts a cop,
For another’s death could himself drop!

Finding My Way

In the twilight I see,
All the things that can be.
Sometimes the light shines so bright,
I lose my way and my courage to fight.
Then the dawn reappears,
I know I must let go of my fears.
I look around for salvation,
While my heart beats in fast palpitation.
No one can truly understand,
How my heart works on demand.
I can only live day by day,
Slowly finding my path and way.
Packing my bags for this long road,
Putting myself into overload.
I choose to believe I will survive,
Tonight I am grateful to be alive.
My mind and heart need to conquer and divide,
It is no longer an option to hide.
It's like the storm before the calm,
Please put your hand against my palm.
I know my soul is strong,
And one day I will find where I belong.

Carnation Eating Imagination Creation

What a creation!
A creature of elation
Gave me a sensation
Of heart palpitation
It ate a carnation
In the midst of lunation
And grew with inflation
For such a duration
That held my fixation
Itself a flotation
Until it's deflation
And sunk for hydration
Spotted like a dalmation
Yet more like a crustacean
That gave me causation
To realize my narration
May only be imagination

The Red Hair Girl At the Houston Station

The pretty red hair girl
at the Houston Station
gave me heart palpitation,
but she got all my revered admiration...
because she resembled a Barbie doll;
and I became so emotional!  

Across the platform
two green eyes smiled;
was it fate or coincidence?
I turned into a maniac without a norm, 
or control, I waved at her twice
and spoke too loud;
I didn't notice the skinny cop named Bob
had a look not so preppy, 
he surely was kind of creepy
and said, " Stand still, show me your id! "
I froze trying to find 
an excuse to avoid
a summons for harassment or disturbance,
" Ok, Fred...you told me the truth, I assume!"

The red hair girl at the Houston Station
could have gotten me in serious trouble,
I slickly got out of it 
with a silly lie bursting a big bubble;
sadly, I lost a good chance 
at an unexpected romance!
Every afternoon I stand at the exact spot
waiting for her apparition,
not trusting my admonition...
feeling the intense pain of a deluded heart!

Without a hint of her name,
there's little I can do;
will we meet again
at the Houston Station?
Neither of us is to blame,
we'll be feeling so blue!

Tulips

I’ve never seen such a sight,
TULIPS....
Blooming in a place 
A palpitation of spring heartbeat that 
Unfolds into small town beauty
As it blends into a rainbow of 
Yellow, pink, red....
And even the fawns came back into a short stretch 
Of twilight,
Just to take one more look 
So 
Don’t blink when you drive through 
Because the Jersey May will disappear 
Once more into those thick woods of history.

Loud and Breathtaking

There are fireworks
Everywhere.
Small & big reminders
Of everywhere we’ve been.
Above the rooftops, above our
Top lips, in tremendous fashion.
Spread far, your soul & mine.
I couldn’t imagine life
Without you.
Something out of the blue,
Loud & breathtaking.
How we’ve inspired each other
In quick rocket bursts.
If nothing else we’ve learned
That in a matter of minutes
It can all come to an end.
The way you kiss me &
The ethos of traveling souls
Finding a color to forever live in.
I’ve found a place, there are
Fireworks everywhere.
If nothing else, we’ve learned
That in a matter of minutes
it can all come to an end.
& when it does, I’ll race you
To the top & kiss you and
Every memory I have of you.
The cosmos of left over
Gunpowder & shredded paper
All combustible in our celebration.
With eyes closed,
& the sizzling palpitation of my heart.
Possibly the biggest reminder.
Whenever I see fireworks,
I think of you

Breath of God

Breathe On Me God

"Breathe" on me with your sweet breath O Lord
Light inspiration's "gasp" with breathy embers
Sweep out my forlorn "whisper" of melancholy
"Utter" the familiar freshness I remember.

In soft whirlwind "murmur" stir my heart
Refresh my stale swirling breath
Resuscitate my starving breath
No asthmatic wheeze of strangled death.

Let me inhale your animation
My words exhale the "sigh" of life's prophecy
Your murmuring winds clear my blocked airways
To soar on wings of breathing majesty.

Open my passages of sighing palpitation
My soul alive in eternal respiration

5-3-21
Contest: Breathe
Sponsor: Constance La France
Required Words: breathe, gasp, murmur, sigh, whisper, utter

When Money Is a Secondary Consideration

When money is a secondary consideration,
There is joy throughout the nation,
With many looking forward without trepidation.

When money is a secondary consideration,
There will be less people suffering from constipation,
With better products for any situation.

When money is a secondary consideration,
There will be increased job satisfaction,
With fewer unable to function.

When money becomes a secondary consideration,
There will be fewer cases involving heart palpitation, 
With balancing the books a less formal occasion.

When money becomes a secondary situation,
There will be less waste generation,
With less temptation.

When money becomes a secondary consideration,
There will be more co-operation,
With a higher rate of production.

When money becomes a secondary consideration,
There will be less degradation,
With a lot more consideration.

Love Or Hate Minichu

Which is it? Love or hate?
Each emotes desire, passion, determination
Bitter fate

Desires surface
Irrational motivation
Purpose

Askew
Palpitation
True

Which is it? Love or hate?
Irrational motivation
True

Every Minute Palpitation In Covid War

Agreeable Dawn for a   
  In though a blade 
     No other goal .... "Go just bounce around"
       Every clump made me haggle with fate 
Twinkle in my lips at the end of walk 
  My magnifiers fall on the bumblebee on Hawkweed
     Which throw me to  notion of stubborn ethnic group
          In COVID war alike poison of weed unnoticed by bee
Like a halfwit mad ,took the pretty from plant
  Felt a pricky  near my collar 
     Just gave a Pat and back to force 
       Clock had done it's work many times 
         Just a blink to me 
Felt something hitchy 
  Heard the
    Every lively throb broke a hailstrome in my skull
      Felt hacksaw in my abdomen
Index of my heart gone blanch 
   Weaping from my throat surrounded the virus 
   No more blaze just pain 
    My magnifiers turned to the quarantine bed 
Striked a mirth in my lips 
    Bled raised on my neck 
         Blaze in eyes ,no more  
        Just a halter of bumble bee 
My defense mechanism showed over perfection
   Inoculation of fright flight dominator 
      CAN MAKE ME ALRIGHT

Long Periods In Unpredictable Territories

sometimes i howl at every palpitation of your heartbeat
sometimes i growl at every word that you do not hear due to cell phone asbestos
i cringe when you put things in places where  cannot find it
i binge when you build a wall between you and the affection in which i crave

when all colors fused
i remember the waterfalls when they were creamy
when all juices blended
i remember the rolling hills when they were dreamy

the aftermath of the beforehand merges in between because they can
the innovations and relations inspire many due to the unique form of elation
the chaos dissipates and the birds chirp to that song by bobby day
it makes me want to slide to the left and push all negativity to the right of dismay

another days goes by and i am dizzy from wonder and awe
how lovely it would be if i could suck the cherry flavored part of life through a straw
i guess i'll go to my office now and skinnydip in the plastic bubbles of my imagination
until my friends acscend from the pen again, i'll continue to reluctantly sin until i win

Hesitation

1/10/19

Hesitation

Drum, drum, drum, drum, 
The beating of the hearts, 
The air dense with uneven breaths,
Hesitation.

Intimate faces but strangers now
What a twist 
Of chances that we both muster a “hello,”
Sinking into buzz lines of music,
A sip of Flaming Dr. Pepper, 
Hesitation. 

Drum, drum, drum, drum, 
The hearts knock behind thick 
Walls, the music, 
The camouflage for the chill 
Air, static that can kill a fly
In one zap.  
Hesitation. 

A chilling war, 
A gulp of Boiler Maker
To erupt any lines, to combust, 
To blast dynamite through walls, 
To make them crumble, 
To die, 
Hesitation.

Nursing the empty cup,
The palpitation, the thickness
Of the condensing air.  
A drum of defeat,
Hesitation.
 
Leaving you in one piece
To nurse the Dark And Stormy.

Free verse style only
Sponsor: Emile Pinet

Confrontation

Here you stand accused of intimidation, degradation and defamation
Daily depreciation, mental extirpation exploitation and pontification
Demoralization, cutting down people short of castration or amputation
Being a ruthless purveyor of humiliation, frustration and devastation

We gave you undivided attention, dedication, devotion and ovation
What more did you want from us, a coronation? You’re an abomination
What possible justification for abuse equivalent to molestation
Is it any wonder out in the world, there’s daily confrontation and assassination

You left us nothing more than palpitation, indignation and now vociferation
Rightfully demanding an investigation resulting in sensitization, a little edification
We have ambitions of a civilization where thrives admiration and appreciation
A combination of inspiration, aspiration, dedication and compensation


Submitted on March 7, 2018 for contest RHYME BATTLE X: SHOWDOWN sponsored by JULI-MICHELLE  -  RANKED 1ST

Horoscope, Kaleidoscope, Microscope and Telescope

Grope slopes of love doves through your palpitation periscope
Sacrifice the price of neglect notoriety, preserve the verve of hope
Multiply and gratify the clue and value of courtesy
Divide glides, prides and slides of mock mercy.   

Grope slopes of love doves through your happiness horoscope
Sacrifice the price of a quick kiss, preserve the nerve of hope
Modify sly cries and dignify the cure of heartbreaks
Deride delusions and illusions of miscued mistakes.

Grope slopes of love doves through your tenderness telescope
Sacrifice the price of peace paucity, preserve reserves of hope
Magnify mollification and glorify the clue and value of happiness
Dismiss dogmas of domination, demand the dismissal of sadness.

Grope slopes of love doves through your casual kaleidoscope
Sacrifice the price of ubris ulullations, preserve rights and sights of hope
Modernize merit mandates and dates that picture pristine queens
Don docility and cater for crates and fates of mates in their teens.

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