Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Zywa 18h
Loosened from the ropes,

the bells are chiming around --


in their ecstasy.
Composition "Timber" (2009, Michael Gordon) for six wooden semantra (woodblocks), partly performed in the Organpark on March 17th, 2024 by Joao Brito, Bruno Martins, Michal Kram, Ivo Stoyanov, Ferry Mommers, Ivan Boaro

Collection "org ANP ark" #179
A LOVE Connection,
A Passion so true,
the feeling of affection,
just Between us two!!

A LOVE Connection,
That is so Divine,
This Love so is real,
the type that's hard to find!!

A Soulmate Connection,
of Unconditional LOVE,
This feeling is so exhilarating,
Frorn the Heavens up above!!

I LOVE this feeling
Just so happy inside,
As your heart is racing, and.
You just can't hide!!

A LOVE Connection,
A feeling of ecstasy,
Has come to the surface,
Into True Reality!!!


B.R.
Date: 6/7/2025
Fever painted me all over the body
with its warm kisses of love
for a duration unknown

Taking everything aside of my own being
it was a marvelous feel
to be cocooned into the grip
of this thin frenzy from head to toes
it was immensely ecstatic to
feel the passionate warmth over the skin
and was delirious
to be caressed by its softness beneath the shell.

I want the fever to grab me forever
and want YOU
to be MY fever.
..................................
Debbie May 15
A heart purrs and pounds
with ecstatic sound.
In synchronicity,
with another heart breaking.
a somber shattering,
slicing soul's ground.
Butterflies flutter
and bats shriek.
Agony's sun to ecstasy's moon.
A perpetual gnaw to taste love's truth.
And drip with its bittersweet juice.
Debbie Apr 15
A heart purrs and pounds
with ecstatic sound.
In synchronicity.
With another heart breaking,
a somber shattering,
slicing soul's ground.
Butterflies flutter
and bats shriek.
Agony's sun to ecstasy 's moon.
A perpetual gnaw to taste love's truth.
And drip with it's bittersweet juice.....
Debbie Apr 15
Belly burns with many inferno's inside.
Charred screams and shrieks
of rage.
Ancient noise travels up from
the soul's deep cage.
It may be time to burn that page.
That within the deepest, primal
moans of ecstasy.
My long chained arms fling free,
as the profuse pump of life proceeds to seize.
My mind is now a sweet swarm
of gentle jasmine breezes.
Veins vibrate inner peace.
To desire nothing,
to have no need
Just a greed for great tranquility.
Our greed in this world should be for peace.
Debbie Apr 2
The height of pleasure.
Ecstasy 's earthquakes shake soul.
Mind crumbling ******.
From my haiku phase
Anais Vionet Feb 12
can I write a poem
or only rhyme
I’m not sure where I’m goin’
it’s one word at a time
like data through a modem
still, I hope for the sublime
a psychospiritual novum
to delight a reader's mind,
show how jaded skepticism is **-hum,
and like ***, ecstatically manifest the divine
.
.
A song for this:
The Deepest Sighs, the Frankest Shadows by Gang of Youths
Palo Alto by Jack River
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 02/09/25:
Ecstatic =  a rapturous delight.
Lyla Aug 2024
three times with your name
on silent whispering lips
almost ecstasy
Next page