Ecstatic Poems

Ecstatic poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of ecstatic poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on ecstatic are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

I’m Too High

Im Too High short poem

Totally lost in you…am I too high? I have to hold myself back, sigh! I wish I could crash in to you and die I don’t miss you, yes it’s a lie! The bling in your eyes make me smile,

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Let Us Be Strangers Again

Let Us Be Strangers Again short poem

Come my dear let us be strangers again With that suffocating pain in my heart On a sad note let me depart don’t wish to indulge in the blame game don’t want to give a dent to your name and

My Writing

My Writing short poem

I wanted to write something But my brain refused to spare anything I got agitated and start searching some others’ brain for lending I did get a brain dead man who was sleeping but found him to be still breathing

Waiting

Waiting short poem

Making promises is his habit Violating is his nature Traits make one like him Why then the feelings capture. Recoiling of impatient intestines Swings of heart, jumps of spirits Chest throbbing with impatience Is the specific poser that hurts? For

Her marred maang

Her marred maang short poem

Two flailing oiled chotis slap me out of stupor. The Goddess arches out hinged at the pole, her saucer hands clasped below mine. A hooting call answered with crystal stare from wide apart eyes that grazes my shoulder, wounding me.

The Boomerang Bird

The Boomerang Bird short poem

The boomerang bird is back with us again, the tireless sickle, slashing swathes of wind inflicting wounds with wicked scything wings, shrieking summer’s swift ecstatic pain. It flings itself at frightened insects, flies on whittled blades, deadly smooth and fast,

I don’t know, completely, but I….

I dont know, completely, but I.... long poem

I hate, I hurt, I pain, and I ache so deeply. I feel rage, angst, like a piece of dirt, so much of the time, I’ve also tasted the tenderness of love, I’ve heard the howls of hate, I’ve slept

A Match Made In Heaven

A Match Made In Heaven prose poem

Two hearts met first time in the college To begin an unhackneyed relationship Together they had a cup of coffee Together they studied in library The friendship grew into love one day Together made many promises to keep And vowed

Happiness Happens

Happiness Happens short poem

t Happiness descends on me Seeing floating clouds in the sky Flying birds fascinate me Seems with them as if I fly. Flapping wings of butterfly Are soporifically gratifying Seems with them As if I am merrily gliding. Bubble-bees humming

Moonlight

Moonlight short poem

Sat outside beneath a starry sky, with a favourite glass of wine With the silver glow of moonlight, oblivious of time Your hand is held in mine, the special intimacy of touch Just sharing conversation, times like this I love

Being Happy

Being Happy short poem

I sometimes feel that I don’t feel An irony, isn’t it? But it isn’t so. I do feel things. I do feel cared when someone cares for me. I do feel when someone is being friendly with me. I do

Enough

Enough long poem

Do the work- just do the work I agreed and began early to do the work- make art- create beauty Allow the inspiration to flow- act on it and manifest my vision of heaven Even if it is abstract. In

On This So Cold Night

On This So Cold Night short poem

On this so cold night Laying alone I ponder How warm the bed would have felt With you having in here. Your legs wrapped around mine Spooning, curves settled so perfect That’s why it’s said “made magically for each other”.

Made For Each Other

Made For Each Other short poem

True and sacred relations are made for each other Two hearts met first time in the college To begin an unhackneyed relationship Together they had cup of coffee Together they studied in library The friendship grew into love one day

Sat To Chat!

Sat To Chat! short poem

At the end of the elated visit Around the mind moving marble mausoleum -Taj Mahal I was unconvinced to leave and got a place to sit As excited to enjoy the environment, withal It was the inside on the right,

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The Tick And The Tock

The Tick And The Tock short poem

Sitting in a car park Staring at the rains Musing in a car park Counting all my pains Observing the world As it passes me by Watching it go Through warm sleepy eyes Moments slip by As we leave them

Already Gone

Already Gone ode

You will hunt for my truth in the hearts of the men you seek You will reach out for my arms at night when its cold, finding nothing but space and time cloaked with sorrow. You will comb the crowds

To Be With Him In Eternity

To Be With Him In Eternity long poem

finding ways of running from the one force was getting harder everyday, with no night coming up the hill like it used to. rain still came only enough for plants to make out a week’s menu for those who had

Utopia

Utopia prose poem

Yes I am a day dreamer in the real world people call me creeper in my world I am a king making my way with beautiful robes and in hand a gold ring sometimes I am an Olympian sometimes I

The Enlightenment

The Enlightenment short poem

I thought I would cry but I didn’t At you in a daze I stare bidding the last farewell Day and night remains the pains of vanished love Isn’t it an enlightenment, through which I know myself so well I

Brooding

Brooding short poem

Me and my pride, me and my hurts. Who are you, which you are not, a verbless statement of nirvana? No pain no asking, narcissism. A stream of unbecoming. Eyes wide open jaws tightly shut, sitting in a corner, brooding,

Faceless

Faceless short poem

We live amongst a sea of façades, Of faces gone faceless and drowning In beliefs that we, the fallen angels Have somehow, some way become Gods. We live in a world where on city streets Litter becomes its own kind

A Word Of Thanks

A Word Of Thanks short poem

A single word or phrase; a gesture Can trigger a feeling of wondrous rapture To be told that you’re worth more than the drifting sands That daily slip through your trembling hands To be surrounded by so many appreciative people

Ode To A House That Harboured Beginnings And Ends

Ode To A House That Harboured Beginnings And Ends ode

Beloved houses die in essence, Beloved people in mass. These treasures seem to balance. Upon infinitesimal hours. For houses die subtle silent deaths, Like furtive fading seasons. Like shadows of dimming lengths, As the fugitive sun hastens. They die –

Kochi (december 2013)

Kochi (december 2013) short poem

I ran away from you to strange cities. But at every corner, I ran into you. The fresh sea water carried whiffs of you. The little boys on bicycles spoke in your voice. The surf tickled my toes with your

I Am In Love

I Am In Love short poem

I am often so attracted, Mesmerized and enchanted, Having watched pretty things, With magic in their wings, Flying at human height, Touching eyes like a light, Getting inside very deep, With a pleasant soul peep, Then my eyes smile, Making

Wayanay Inka

Wayanay Inka ode

Wayanay Inca………. I hear your call Within your music flitters my soul! Within the condor flight Within every starry night Within sun rise and sun set Invisible music I can get Within a Mayan pyramid Within the breeze unlimited Within

Bringing Down

Bringing Down short poem

The road breaks here. Give me something to heal the fractured earth. Angels are too much for me, the gash turns inward ripping apart eternal vigil. They head into the burning books and then explode themselves on wet sands, generating

Untitled

Untitled long poem

He was vanquished All the same, Died, like the birds in Philadelphia Dead is the watchword; Death was the unholy friend Longing for some quiet But there’s a noise inside my head And the noise is uninviting The walls are

Master Designer

Master Designer prose poem

An accountant, businessman, psychologist, or teacher? Great challenging and responsible endeavors, but for who? What was God thinking when he made you? A doctor, lawyer, Janitor, engineer, or carpenter? All good and noble professions, but for who? What was God

Don’t Give Up

Dont Give Up long poem

Some might say I’m stubborn, I’m not sure if that’s true You have your opinion but I have got mine too, You’re not living in my head, you don’t hear it say, The voice that says “Don’t dare give up

The Hustler

The Hustler short poem

yesterday we used to pray today you say it ought not be that way I was born in the gutter my mother was a whore she sold her junk in the trunk in back of the liquor store I was

A Small Chance

A Small Chance short poem

Standing on a sand island I was looking at the landscape of the aura of a lobbied avatar. The chill was spreading on the river unfazed. The sassafras had a logistics network to penetrate in the oysters, becoming grayish white

Aims And Ambitions Of A Beggar

Aims And Ambitions Of A Beggar long poem

With endless poverty gleaming in their eyes, Dreams, desires and will to live; Everything has faded to get fled, In a beggar; a living dead, A zombie on the streets. With an affirmative urge in hesitation, Cohesively willing to die

The Father I Know

The Father I Know short poem

Where’s the father I used to know, The one who cared for me, The one I could turn to, The one that would not hurt me, Where’s the father I used to know, The one that would dry me eyes,

One Day

One Day short poem

One day the world won’t seem so cold. One day maybe you’ll be happy again. Hopefully it will be before you turn old and gray. One day you’ll see that you can’t judge one for all. One day you’ll notice

Taken for Granted

Taken for Granted short poem

i slept – unaware of your gazing eyes i slept – unaware of what was going on inside your mind i slept – because in you i trusted blindly i slept – because of the security you offered to me.

To sleep in peace is all I desire

To sleep in peace is all I desire english poems

The music doesn’t seem right anymore, the songs seem all the same, breaths that I take feel like herculean tasks. To keep my eyes open and to think, makes me wish I could be a vegetable, feels I am in

Pseudonym

Pseudonym short poem

Once in a lifetime each one of us need a Pseudonym, to discover our innate freedom of expression, vulnerability, for Loving without expectations… for Bringing out that Inner child in us, without being judged…. for expressing our inner fears hidden

Skin Deep

Skin Deep prose poem

Did you hear the one about the girls who went to get the Chinese ideogram for ‘friendship’ tattooed on their arms and instead came away with the ideogram ‘unclean?’ There is an inherent danger in having your body indelibly embossed