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

Yukon Call Me Panic

Yukon Call Me Panic ode

Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to

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

Nasty World

Nasty World ballad

The innocent and lovely creatures are crying, crying bitterly every moment, For their beauty is their curse; One can not listen to the cry, As it is disgracefully buried by the devils in the inaccessible depth of the secret world,

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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Dying To Live

Dying To Live short poem

Eight kisses of death and I am alive My chest is still bleeding Come brother, come, stitch my wounds. What shall we believe, rebirth or life after death? Both are study of wasteland. To speak through angels is difficult these

Stormy Night

Stormy Night short poem

The dark clouds are rolling in quickly, wild wind blows fast and fiercely Many leaves and twigs start twirling around and circling Feeling like Edgar Allen Poe, In the distance I can hear some echo’s Of many dog’s barking in

Roses, The Beauty And The Blood

Roses, The Beauty And The Blood prose poem

Nearly four years ago, we sold our home where we had lived for nearly fifteens years. That was long enough to grow a nice garden of all kinds of flowers, including roses. Unfortunately, I was saddened that we could not

But A Mere Traveler

But A Mere Traveler short poem

I am but a mere Traveler On a dusty winding road, With only a box of feelings And my pet toad. I met many people, many strangers, Many foes. But only some of them deserve their roles, In my trampled,

Ambition

Ambition short poem

Since decades long ago, one wish unreached, Still haunts my soul with all tenacity; I know the Devil has my fences breached, And might have crept right through my sanity; The call of pride keeps dinning in my ears, Like

Mental War

Mental War short poem

Like a soldier pumped with lead im falling down. With my mental illness its a showdown. Im having a meltdown. I try to breakout of a breakdown. But it gets worse i freak out. It gets too much i black

I Still Remember

I Still Remember short poem

I still remember that day When we sat together at night I still remember what you always say That we will live in happiness and delight I still remember you And what you used to do Now you are not

Ramblings

Ramblings short poem

Untouched by words aloof from emotions dipped in water, but not wet blown by air, but not dry cold in heat, hot in cold detached from surroundings formless like smoke roaming from one place to another like a nomad, a

Scrutiny’ Truth

Scrutiny Truth short poem

You close your ears I’ll close my eyes Maybe we’ll make it through This life filled with lies No one’s to blame No need for shame Everyone knows this Is all just a game With your habits With my disposition

Books Of Novel

Books Of Novel prose poem

Books of novel are tetra-packs. Fruits of society are manually picked up crushed, mixed in neat proportions and sealed to make fresh fruit juice. Goodwill achieved by the presenters put wings to the packages. It’s a different world in the

Beijing Whitecollars

Beijing Whitecollars prose poem

She sits still like a rock, in front of her equally lifeless laptop Seems like someone’s glued her long, slender fingers to asdfjkl; Her blank, glassy eyes stare at the identically empty page The lack of ideas is sending her

A War Song Will Be Sung

A War Song Will Be Sung elegy

A song will be sung as war descends Calling on God’s invisible hand Enemies hordes crushed underfoot With no knowledge of why they came. Ships harboured in the bay Like sleeping sea serpents did they lay While out in the

Answers

Answers short poem

Went looking down the watery path Leaves discarded, travel to a new heaven and Metallic green of mallard neck Catches my eye; what is this? The canal is split after the lock A weir takes the heavy current Sends an

Heaven Above

Heaven Above ballad

I wish I can travel across the sky. In a ship full of stars and the moon as guide. I will peak into heaven to see granny again. To find out if heaven is as she mentioned. The trees are

Double-edged Sword

Double edged Sword short poem

(these were supposed to be side by side because they had the same number of lines so it would have a mirror kind of effect… but I don’t know how to work that out yet.) Isn’t it beautiful how the

Noah’s Rain

Noahs Rain short poem

They said, “Never!”, as Noah announced the incredulous. Noah said, “It’s going to rain”, to all who would listen They shouted in unison, “Never has it been, nor ever shall it be! Water comes from creeks, ponds, rivers, and from

Body Game

Body Game short poem

Alone to witness the crash I invited the moon to walk with me on the harsh terrain of the agony of a poem, I wanted to give it as a collateral for a shadow, who has moved away from me.

Unromantic Circumstances

Unromantic Circumstances short poem

Situation of inflation. Betrayal saturates your current fate. Destiny can no longer wait. Your enemies deceive and hate. Objectify a small white lie. An unanswered why. People and things fall apart. Torn in half with broken hearts. Salvage pieces to

How will I survive…without another word!?

How will I survive...without another word!? long poem

Very often we seek love, warmth, caress, inspiration and motivation to move on. Very often we ask for guidance if not from God then from men to confirm our decisions. Very often we struggle to live through heartaches of solace

Now I Am Loved

Now I Am Loved prose poem

Sleep becomes an enemy, Sadness a close friend. Hiding pain so eagerly, Trying to see this till the end. Sorrow builds in her chest, Pain is left in her bed. Her nights so restless, Sad girl left for dead. What

Anonymous Depression

Anonymous Depression short poem

Devil’s blunt fingers icy slick palm every morning in my stomach waking to a cold tide no cell, no sentence just another day’s time to do head down avoid the warders visiting day comes familiar faces look ugly in a

Untitled Poem

Untitled Poem short poem

Beauty has shape contour curve and weight With my hand on your breast I feel sublime and safe I showed you these words and you said You can title it “Thanks for the Mammaries” And we both laughed It’s good

Spiritualism And Humanism.

Spiritualism And Humanism. prose poem

What do you believe and why do you believe it? Our world has shaped who we are physically and spiritually. We are different colors, speak different languages and have different gods based on where we were born. The accident of