Allure downfall
Embodiment of temptation
Seeped into my bloodstream making your way into my heart
Ache behind the art
Tender in the dark , killer with a kiss
Softer than scars louder than silence
Moon fire
Promise are slippery things
Watching her laugh with him feels like a final goodbye
I thought giving her space was all she needed
My girl
I watch her slip away
I should be the one
The one who makes her laugh
The one who fills all ing holes
The one who handcuffs her and growls in her ear
" MINE"
She shot me but she's still my girl
Craved Liar on my chest still my little Assassin
She ing stabbed me and I would give her a knife and let her do it all over again
I just want my girl
How Long a wait will my weak feet endure?
For many years On your snub I still wail.
Yet Veils of lies don’t cover your allure;
Your Elegance I still cannot but hail.
Your words Often fail to convey passion,
Your heart Remains closed off to compassion,
Since you Heave out too little in response,
Within the Arcade of hatred you ensconce.
With Time, you confound me more with your love,
Though Elusive, it descends from above.
Dear Future Generations,
The candle did not know whether to snuff herself out
Or begin dancing around the cemetery and give a shout
She knew she was not going to join her cousin, on walk-about
But other than that, she had a vague sense of doubt
Who do you think you are? Asked the snippy porcupine.
He was still pouting when she said he could not make her “mine”.
Candle walked off, did not give him a backward glance or time.
She was late for a date with a count who fed her lime.
The paintbrush in the corner who was conjuring graffiti
Rolled his eyes at these two, their conversations were needy
He pretended he did not care, but he had his eye on little candle too
She walked off swinging her fancy ways in the fog of the blue.
The candle had no idea how attractive she was; that is for sure.
Or how innocent, for she was white, young, kind and bridal pure.
If she had known how the handsome young paintbrush felt about her
She might have given him attention, for he was a gentleman for sure.
For not an hour
Pass by undisturbed
This love indefinitely
Vivacious and pure
A flicker of light
Shadowed thoughts
Demure
A notion
Vicarious
Fascinating
Allure
In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
Amidst the trees, a whisper'd sway,
The wind, a zephyr, soft and low,
That stirs the leaves, and rustles slow.
The island dreams, in languid sleep,
Its beauty wrapt, in mystery deep,
The moon, a ghost, in silver white,
That glimmers through, the dark of night.
The woman walks, with steps so light,
Her hair, a cloud, that flows behind,
Invites my touch, with gentle, loving light,
Her eyes, two stars, that shine and wind.
The island's heart, beats with her own,
In rhythm sweet, of love unsealed and known,
The trees, like sentinels of old,
Guarding the secrets, of the heart, untold.
In this still place, where love does reign,
The woman's beauty, holds its sweet domain,
And I, a wanderer, in this fair land,
Am bound, a captive, to her enchanting hand.
Drowning in this abyss,
I lay down flat after a long thrive.
I sink down deep, I strangely feel alive,
Always into taking those chances,
I admit I was a bit naïve.
The pain numbs all the high,
it numbs all the excite.
It’s intoxicating how alluring this game is,
I slip through the depths more,
Echoes of beeps going dryer;
As it messes with my wires,
My heart is at peace finally, Oh! this ambushed fire.
I feel serene,
I bet this was the only way out of the scene.
I did not run, I escaped
I have no regrets, after all I saw were facades.
The abyss is calm, unlike the tempest of my senses
If these orbs were to grant me a boon,
I’ll wish for conscious’ pulse to stop functioning soon.
Let me drift into nothingness,
I am not demoralized,
After all I always thought of life substantiality as useless.
Without being materialized,
I prefer to just exist 'dimensionless'.
Never knew senses could deceive until now,
seeing a bright I scurry .
Nirvana makes my imagination go mere gesture.
where I lay unaware of raucous voice ,
Is this the locus?
A dear face I recognize,
charming as allure itself .
I believed as we cross paths again,
wonder gets my most reflecting how u did.
My dear, embrace me as first-ever.
Must I realize my sureness taking over,
as my prime fancy fulfills.
Shall we never be alone anew, strangled?
I shall yield to the choice you deem fit.
If you harmonize ,
let's reborn in heartbound household,
let's fly to the moon playing with stellas,
gazing on how it pours on distant barras.
Pretty, fill me with fine,
tipple from my within.
Leave us singing forevermore,
hands clasped vowing never again.
Then dawn on me from coma,
the mumbling voices ne'er fading.
As I realize my stifle ill-fated,
Finds me dolorously endeavoring.
All the faith washes away ,
my precious wait for me a bit longer,
I lost.
I see you there - By a bloom - A Fragrant dream - A spell of doom -You turn to me - You softy say - "Your eyes are beauty, please stay with me" - We walk in hope - Misty eyed allure - And murmur words so soft and pure
Long hours tick by, slow and cold
As petals drop, and beauty grows old
A few dying flowers, once full of grace
Now wilted, faded, without a trace
Of vibrancy, of life, of color bright
Leaving only memories, a distant light
The hours drag on, a relentless pace
As beauty fades, and time takes its place
Yet in the wilting, there's a strange allure
A poignant beauty, a fleeting allure
A reminder that life is short and sweet
And every moment, we must seize and greet
So let us cherish the flowers, dying though they be
And honor the hours, long and slow as they may be
For in their fragile beauty, we find a truth profound
That life is precious, and every moment, a treasure to be found.
Inspired by Glenn Hughes song "The truth will set me free"
Gone are the ruins of the palace I've built
with sands of my dormant dreams,
at the bleak bottom of the breaking waves,
rolling in the squally sea of gripping sorrow.
I emerge dazed out of the depression debris,
tread the plateau of pensive life turned fallow.
I weave aspirations with threads of imagination,
transform me to grow wings of freedom,
soar with silver-lined cloud in the seamless sky.
A golden nest within far thicket you've made,
with a sense of pride I enter enthralled.
It turns into a cage, I can't spread my wings,
confined with stifled hopes, I forget how to sing.
The air whispering spring sonata doesn't reach me,
but mastering courage I break open the cage,
guided by wisdom I escape the captivity,
fly to the freedom of rhapsody in the sapphire sky.
After the rainstorm makes a stream in my eyes,
the hues of rainbow feelings embrace me,
allure the songbird in me to fly again free,
reach with noble faith the halcyon horizon of bliss.
mid-summer mountain -
exploring the enticement
of her lush contours
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I sailed towards the horizon
Where the ocean embraces the sky
Was this the edge of the world?
Would I tumble and fall?
The allure of the unknown
Captured my imagination
But the horizon kept expanding
As I sailed on
The sun dipped under
Lining it crimson
The moon popped up from below
Oh! this visual illusion
Never fails to fascinate me
From its magical delusion.
Grandma’s wall clock stood with timeless elegance,
Its chimes each hour, a heartbeat’s alluring dance.
When she passed, it found new rest on my aunt’s wall,
Echoes weaving memories' enthralling call.
She caught my wistful gaze, then gave it to me,
Since then, it’s brought timeless and endless joy free.
Sore, sadden alone and down trodden. Smitten
Stuck on the facts we’re not truly physical
I use to visualize I saw, I touched not anymore
The scent of you not anymore
Even in mine dreams the sight of you dazed a blur
Oh’ how I loved you, the touch of you
The sight of you
The physicality of you
Now eternalized in another guise different point place you reside
In my heart, and mind, soul refreshing a blessing
You left yourblessed mark allure--
Maya Angelou Quotes
"And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us. They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed."
7/17/2024
E Form - Elegy Poetry Contest
Elegy poetry form only.
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Perfumed breaths of rosy breeze
In lyrical refrain of redolent winds
Enamoring your pulse of longing
Compose harmonies euphonic
Strumming verses of heartbeats;
When nightingale sings song of eve
As buoyant river rushes to sea,
Giggling stream, greening prairies,
Voicing passions of iridescent spring.
But it is the moon on opal skies
That seduces your dream of dreams,
Proffering aura of esoteric smile
In covert hints of amorous night,
Lauding quest of allure romantic;
Hypnotizing your zealous soul
Ecstatic in my infatuating words
From song of heart rousing passion,
Crooning tender tunes of love
Tiptoeing to become your world.
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