Thrill Poems - Poems about Thrill

It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly. Flight motion is a dreamy adventure I would savor. How excited I would be to Peter Pan the sky. I feel certain the atmosphere would gladly comply. Granting me ascent would be a most splendid favor. It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly. Passing birds would wonder...

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Step all over your footsteps of past throw away your tear wet napkin slowly cut your wrists than touch your lips as if death can't come soon enough call all your selfish ideas, pick one hopefully one will end you forever. Stand still sudden feel of needle thrill high and free you live the dream that smell won't leave my clothes...

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Vague memories haunt me still, they come whether sadness or thrill, too often at the very worst time, it rings in my head, a Pavlov chime, some reactions are unrehearsed, but at the same time I feel versed, like a dark coffee my actions appear bold, when in turn, inside I break and fold, you, most...

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I'm proud to be born in April feeling thrill to share my birth date twenty third April with Majestic persona William Shakespeare. Also, Bengali Film Director Satyajit Ray winning International fame in Film Industry ...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas and we’re thrilled That in our reunion we would be filled With blessings of family-love and cheer Midst fellowship around those we hold dear. Caring warmth exceeded blazing bonfire As no one among us would like to retire While hearing testimonies of hope’s best Exuding from hearts’ compassionate zest. With carol’s reverberating delight Our praises reigned toward heavenly...

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See, that is there joy Let kids play, take years to change And laugh at their past....

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Between the mountains And waters, the wary soul Finds tranquility....

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Jill just can’t sit for one minute still; In everything she wants some thrill! One rainy evening she climbs a hill; From there she slips making a shrill! This results her fall straight into a rill; She swallows water a gallon at her will! As her belly swells, she falls critically ill; The quack there tries on her every pill! It costs...

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Thrill to craft poetry with motives simon-pure Analogous to beckoning think fickle finger of fate doth allure gussied up with windswept orange coiffure tantalizes like a kid in a candy store to explore amidst treasure trove of words galore recollecting when yours truly a spunky lad though physically, and emotionally immature to curry spicy relationship (aside from being oblivious to a golden opportunity) with Meena Ravel, a high...

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No matter how old we grow… no matter our fortune or fame may the thrill we get when we return home always remain the same. ...

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S kiing on this snowy peak over the icy stretches is a real tes T, K eeping legs on the skis securely firm and standing hig H. I tching to experience the adventure of my endeavou R, I go down hills in rising vigor, never losing grip, shouting ‘h I’ N ot shaken by...

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How lucky I feel to live for real, melancholia that is hard to reveal imagine.scribble. gives me chill Live in austerity, an innocuous thrill How lovely I feel to have this pen in my hand you wanna look inside of me, and watch me write? See it in a different point of view Cause you only got one side of me,...

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Moon and stars, up in blackest skies Breathing softly before night dies Soon, the gentle sun shall arise, Blazing beauty, warmth to chastise. Before the day turned into night, Peaceful sighs blew in winds of light, Serene moon, star’s breathe so polite, Tales of love on hearts she’ll excite. Soft whispers of music stirring, In hearts where hopes are recurring, Amazing that I’m preferring, Lines thwarted...

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I Ah what thrill’s life if guts we’ve to get lost! To lose way once in a while is no sour sauce— But way to live. Lose way haply pay cost, A stone that goes about gathers good moss. Let challenges dare to confront man’s life, Life gets lived well in its serpentine length, If it walks on edge of what we...

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