Throbbing Poems - Poems about Throbbing

As I awoke, eyes still laden, dreaming of a pretty maiden. Laying quietly, still in my bed. It was real not just in my head. As the light streaked through the window, heart beating like a crescendo. I felt the joy of love at last, in this love, I’ll willingly bask. The sharing, caring, and daring. The glancing and trance like starring. The thought came...

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Saturday nights at Barney’s Rowdy Cowboy Honky-Tonk, Our band sang soulful love songs That cried while our guitars wailed. We oozed moods for fresh lovers, And throbbing hearts on the mend, Through those timeless tuneful nights While Gus wiped his rosewood bar. After crowds slunk off with night We sang our most heart-felt songs To the posters on the walls. We sang for the fallen stars Who...

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Throbbing rapture, vibrant bliss hums Holy Spirit fills us Music of the spheres, within strums Go with God without fuss Beyond mental domain Bound not by ego chain Soma nectar ingrain Eludes capture Throbbing rapture 27-January-2022 Quietus ...

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Flow with the stream, merging to the river gone awry. The vivid fantasy I'm invested in thwarting rhymes. The woodland, as foreseen, had no limit to the sky. Allow for beautiful breathing; I miss parts of my times. We're almost there with the Cupid of Love's spearhead. Though the flow of zest seems to be evident, it is not true. Shadow augurs...

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I crave for you like grass does in a drought, My lips hunger for the taste of your lips. I’ll love you forever don't ever doubt, When we met, it was a full moon eclipse. I ache for you when you are not with me, You are my sunshine after a long night. Being in your arms fills my...

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Mine emotionally fraught days of yore spilt presentiment tinged blood into sucker punched battle fatigued war weary veteran. He (yours truly) doth presently ramble, scrabble, and trundle across gutted landscape strewn with psychological potsherds. Oppressive alienation hashtags me as outcast, where new born babes technical abilities surpassed scant infantile savviness (mine) spurring notion, whereby yours truly lived ages ago, when pace of life sedate compared with present era...

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Now at an advanced crotchety age namely three score plus one Earth orbitz around the nearest star, yours truly revisits poignant episodes foisting launching snapchatting one after another crisis sidelining ability to cope pursuing life, liberty and pursuit of happiness whiz hard by at light speed. Though just a kid during third industrial revolution, I remember feeling lost in space (age) and agog at being on the cusp,...

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Nothing is as close to me as a throbbing heart. Dark, deep and loud. Pulling me deeper, pulling me close. Drenching my body in thunder. You make me scream, you make me more. You make me what I am, dark, deep and a dangerous beast....

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The throbbing of his heart, Translation of carlos Bousono’s sonnet : Los golpes de su corazon (According to the anthology editor, Alejandro D. Amusco, this sonnet with a different title first appeared in Bousono’s collection : Invasion de la Realidad, 1962, and this revised sonnet : « In its new form – the sense of the...

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Thunderous dark swarms Cold stinging hail feels like thorns Whelp like bee sting forms By Robb A. Kopp...

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maybe its the enviorment or the throbbing in my head. maybe that I have no home not even a bed. It could be that Im scared of change or scared it wont be bad. Stuborn in my first instincts I wont leave what I have. They all say Im not alone they know just how it feels I understand that we all cry but...

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Chronicled as part of history the reality gives meaning; it's a pathway to move along, a commitment to future dream, a response to what is ideal. Addressed as a piece of literature the struggles involved with one another. It's a life of experience that forms, a historical menu to savor, an enormous task to fulfill. Lived as a language I best hear with silence and profound...

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This sickness is throbbing me. It's haunting. And there's nothing I can do about it. The way I love you, Is way more than you Know. There's this version I see, Of you and me. When you do things like that And you touch hearts like that, It's really causing me to see, That I'm throbbing to see you. You're the trap I want to To fall into. But,...

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