Pulsating Poems - Poems about Pulsating

Wind grieves, singing her song to the twilight Breathing stories of a distant sun, Pulsating poetry in rhythms of blue blessings, Touching the night the way hope sighs Erasing the silence and coloring the still With a whisper, misty eyed and effervescent. ...

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subtle pulsating space, get your finger out of my face, shimmering dimness and the light in between, he appeared quickly but did not go fast I knew too well a spell had fell, Putin I'm not disputin', Trump I got over the hump of you, Musk you have an elephant's tusk, red headed triplets need never to despair, well I ain't mentionin'...

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Music fills my heart and embodies my soul The sounds vibrate it's rock and roll The band brings me back to days gone by We are urged to sing along we must comply The ground begins to shake as people start to dance Bodies sway back and forth as off in a trance I feel like I have been transported back...

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Hungry and bleary-eyed I lie on my bed late in the afternoon. Rain pitter-patters on my window panes, Thunder rumbles overhead. A half darkness envelops the room. I wish to sleep but repose eludes me. An enigmatic discomfort prevails. I ponder on my desperate ventures to capture your elusive heart. Where did I go wrong? My memory's gone, I can't discern What blunders I've gone...

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Pulsating garden cultivated in the heart through poetic veins...

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She visits but she won’t stay long Though where she goes to, no-one knows My words all seem to come out wrong As she departs and takes my prose I like to think I’m saving ink It’s clear in me she does belong My notions won’t form nice neat Rows Was not our symbiosis strong As slow she comes and quick she goes The empty...

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Blazing torches hearts are pulsing in sequence, A throbbing heart that was evidently struck. Consciousness made the ultimate sacrifice, What a groovy way to honor the demon's sunk. A throbbing heart that was evidently struck, My presence will be embraced with a haven. What a groovy way to honor the demon's sunk, In close zone to a rushing river in...

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his excited bright eyes, his laughter, the puckish way he draws me in. the moonspun prize he sought after — roses, champagne, candlelight…he wins. dawn in afterglow, birdsong on breeze, silent shadows billowing…lovers drowning in two cups of coffee…bright-zanthous trees in morning sun, yawning leaves, bare skin. salutations of solitude cleaving, breath to breath, before unbridling the door. perch of our souls, pulsating sigh,...

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I hear music. It's quite blusic, whining sax's that won't betray. I hear drumming, guitar's strumming, as my body begins to sway. It's my thermometer, my musical barometer, the pulsating rhythms that begin each day. I hear music. It's quite blusic and I pray that it's here to stay...

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Feel my kiss upon your spine. Surge of tiny tingles twist & twine. Neatly Wraps around securely thine Pulsating rhythms to match the time, The Beating of our hearts steady chime. Touch me touching you from afar divide Pleasing you there is my greatest pride See thy name written within my notes private statements I secretly wrote To share with me, myself, and I From...

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The touch of her hand Moving slowly up my thigh Lifting my boxer Starts a delicious craving Her eyes look over every inch of my body My heart is racing I can hear it beating in my ears I crave much more But don't want to ask She takes her time teasing me Tempting with each touch Her fingers now massaging my dick My breath is...

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Pulsating and Waiting From so many sins my soul is pulsating; Should have stopped or was hesitating; Patience exert, And no one hurt; God in heaven for me will be waiting. Jim Horn...

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Buoyant heart of colors pulsating in silence pleasant sensational views of Mother Nature boundless insight of wisdom speaks clearly let’s feel the rhythm with purified sensation praise the great Creator’s art on earthly world smile with the respiration of His beauties...

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In the cavernous mind a thought becomes redundant. You go straight for a snakeroot. A flat cluster of white flowers spurs a stigma at the white moon for floating rumors. This was my native pain of brilliant tapestry. The threads had a weaver’s knot of rare beliefs. Satish Verma...

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like walking in a tulip garden i undo the aquablue, how many steps you were away, entwined like mangrove: our roots were standing upright to breath in moist silhouette of equatorial sun, blooming in anguish of separation: come one day to leave me forever, a train in desert going nowhere on ancient wheels of time; and i will aim for a perforated flight one day to be...

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