Short Palpitation Poems
Short Palpitation Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Palpitation by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Palpitation by length and keyword.
Love
When someone's spirit
Enters into other's mind
Through the eyes,
Body starts to realised
The palpitation of heart
Becomes uncontrolled
To dream
To enjoy
To admit
That
A human became young.
menacingly big
furry not fluffy
enormous sized teeth
on all continents
brown black and grizzly
undercover
honey lover
hibernation
palpitation
protective
nurturing
large paws
huge claws
bear
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
My choice my partner should be fair and smart.
My hope my partner never hesitate to play a part,
My wish my partner feel palpitation of my heart,
I mind when relationship breaks and cooperation bashed,
My wish my partner treat me fare to pull my cart.
No Hypocrisy, No Cant
The lioness is wont
to practice no
hypocrisy, no cant.
The lioness
will topple her objective,
grapple with it till
all palpitation
finally is still.
The lioness then laps,
completely dry,
what unavoidably
may spill.
Donal Mahoney
Heart's palpitation
Feeling's exaltation
Love's incarnation
Union's glorification
Children's anticipation:
Marriage!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
01 February 2017
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.
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
I endeavoured to feel the candle,
its thermal luminescence infused my heart,
with its melancholy palpitation
the dreary cold is my
only refuge.
traversing thoughts
my candle flutters to oblivion
the stampede in my head is dancing around
no matter how many steps i take
its not enough
to emancipate me of myself
caged in my mind
why
why is it I cant even survive
in the company of me?
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.
A lovely face with a gorgeous height,
Nibbles the straw with its bemused delight,
Chafed palpitation in bewilderment,
Ticks disaster reeking of harassment;
Look away and miss those voluptuous joints,
Fine lingerie upsets the veiled data points,
Tattoo figures in barbarian flanks,
Badgered innocence and I muse for ranks.
In her feline moves watch for the gait;
Never burn fingers when you see her bait.
That was a butcher shop,
When I acrossed behind,
I saw a suffering animal,
Waiting for death.
Blood was bleeding on the soil,
I remembered them,
Who has lost their lives?
For human dignity
And integrity,
Realised their palpitation
And suffering,
Dripping innocent blood,
Human soul never wears this injustice.
Who will sacrifice for that?
Because it was an animal,
Waiting to serve,
A Halal service for his Master.
Who am I ?
Someone standing
On the shore
Or some one
Who sailed across
The seven seas.
I am the toiler of sea
A seeder of the earth
An emblem in nectar
For the humming bees
A creator in deeds
For impassioned ends
In tune with liberators.
My bones return to earth
And roads flash under pines
Trusting the high clouds
Or carried in palpitation
By the stilted winds
In greet for the advent
Of some warmer seasons.
Kindness, the rarest of gifts
In a world where few gifts are given
Has been your gift to me
In awaiting my words.
Could it be that somewhere
In my mind's meanderings
There is substance or hope
Or insight to be attained?
Do poets ask themselves
Such questions?
For an observation here
An occurrence there
To set heartfelt palpitation
Of the finger to the key
And become the reconciliation
Of desire to inspire
And conceive to receive
Kindness?
"Observation" by David Hart
At daybreak, mankind, sacred in seclusion
Cordially is wisked away
Those who walk with calculated steps
Keeping secrets live in this secluded
Village, while a
Possessed mad philosoper comes forth and
Bewitches a nation.
This shabby philosoper plunges into a
cryptic idealism
A heart's blissful palpitation beats
For life and wisks an insane mankind
Away. (DHart 2005) Originally written in Russian. See www.poetrypoem.com/hart1