Best Allurement Poems
Lost in your elegance,
if only time could stand still
to capture this memory eternally.
Reflection of the moon shimmers
upon tranquil waters
in congregation with the stars,
as we sail in composed serenity.
Only the echoes of night insects
and illumination of fire flies
distract me from
your mellifluous voice, which
accompanies your radiant smile.
To describe your divine beauty
is ineffable as I fall into limerence.
Your ethereal eyes guide me closer,
all resistance is futile,
intoxicated by your natural allurement.
My heart feels an epiphany
with the revelation of true love.
As our lips touch sensually
my eyes are in a state of phosphenes,
now oblivious to my surroundings.
In hope this feeling is not ephemeral,
my whole being is enticed by the desire
to remain eternally in this moment.
Silent One
Originally written 7 November 2015.
Edited 26 May 2018
Limerence (also infatuated love) is a state of mind which results from a
romantic attraction to another person typically including compulsive thoughts
and fantasies and a desire to form or maintain a relationship and have one's
feelings reciprocated.
I had heard about the legend of her lips,
so, at the sight of vermillion moonlight,
shimmering on turquoise ripples at twilight,
my soul ventured, craving the sighs of her sips.
Fate led towards a path of wooden shutters,
amidst the silence, silken whispers enticed,
upon her vision, all speech was sacrificed.
My heart danced like velvet butterfly flutters.
Her lips resembled two petals yearning for rain,
with an innocent blush resting on their tips,
curved liked sacred, unwritten poetic scripts,
I surrendered my muse for her kiss to drain.
They seemed to tremble, waiting to be explored.
An unspoken allurement composed through her eyes,
where she veiled a threshold of nectarous cries,
like dawn, we merged as the moon and sun adored.
In neroli mist we melted like molten gold,
lost volcanic spirits spilling in lava lust.
Her wildfire swept my senses like a spiced gust,
as hummingbirds, hummed about secrets untold.
There was a sinful sweetness in her caress.
In her sanctum, I forgot the essence of 'me,'
as her taste turned a blank page into poetry.
A rendezvous, which ylang ink cannot confess.
Sleeping Beauties~ Moment in time....
As I reflected upon her picture; this fairytale revised ~
And how she disappeared so quickly
Yet but a passing vision before my eyes
Still not knowing, what it was about herself
Or why, her name kept resounding throughout my mind?!
For it seemed as though she had arisen out of nowhere
Amid this enchanting allurement, which had drawn me unto her soul ~
Trying to envision her, within my far away thoughts....
Knowing although, that it did not matter, in which way she shown?
Because it was her spirit that sparkled, her radiance unto me!
Listening to her voice; like the silver soothing waters, of a gently flowing stream
Her golden hair so glowing, as the rays of the rising sun
Tall and perfect; with a smile shining, like those of polished pearls
Eyes like transparent glass; bluer then the bluest skies
A touch as soft as the clouds; and her skin, as smooth as a virgins flower!
And as my lashes blinked, once more, it was then, that I could see her there....
Like a goddess of all man's dreams she was, flawless ~
Mesmerizing, her brilliance; as an Angel when she did appear
As I bowed my head, and thought to myself, again
How never I would of believed, that she, would have been the one....
But as a phantom which passes within the shimmering night
Beyond, the frosted window pane of sight
Before I had awakened, she was silently and suddenly gone
Yet my eyes still glimmer at the thought, of how radiant she has become ~
While she dances away upon the waters of her moment
I know now, that her beauty and her soul, shall forever glisten
These portraits of her wonders, deep, inside of me
Her~Like the stars within the heavens....
"Tis better to have lived and loved, then, to have never loved at all"
Upon the stage of life; where she pirouettes like a princess
Whirling within the winds of Eden; gleaming gracefully, as she turns ~
Smiling, as I watch her now; thinking, who would have ever known!?
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Sleeping Beauty, revived, amid a moment in time....
Snow crested range backdrop, gurgling creek allurement
At long last was the field, ours its loamy splendor
Our fertile paradise beneath stars and thunder
Within this promise, we planted our enchantment
Time sprouted our hearts’ dreams with sunlight reverent
Steadfast home to shelter love through frost December
Joyously nurturing new lives, mild and tender
Yet a caretaker’s heart still yearns for nourishment
Other fields of promise neglected, gone fallow
Harvests left under the merciless sun to spoil
Their once magnificent bounties, cupboards hollow
Tears cannot mend cold ground neglected beyond toil
Their heartbreak, a tragic fate we need not follow
Come tend our garden, my love, till its fertile soil
5/29/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
Italian Sonnet, 12 syllables per line
A clinging coolness in the morning air
Makes boyhood autumns live once more—
Blue-ribbon produce at the county fair,
Father trimming a newly sticking door.
Walking to school on frost-crusted leaves,
I worry about what awaits me in fifth grade.
Water dripping from icicles hanging on eaves
Temporarily distracts me from being afraid.
I develop a crush on my teacher, Miss Hales.
She stirs something mysterious inside me.
It’s clear in this season I will face new trails,
Including the allurement of a grown-up she.
Peers make light of the patches on my coat
Lovingly stitched by my Mother one night.
I find it unseemly they are wont to gloat,
But they are unaware of my family’s plight.
Radio was the rage during my tender years.
I ran home after school to hear more and more
Spoken by heroes who vanquished all fears.
While real heroes were dying in the gore of war.
Autumn’s advent brings a flurry of emotions.
They happen like snowfall year after year.
I smile at them now, noting boyish notions,
But morning air leads me to hold them dear.
These woods once rich with leaves,
brushed kiss from the wind then stolen by thieves
now latent boughs by snow.
Its touch glistening glow
melt tears, I think I know to watch allurement
flow its caress weaves.
Sun makes its way across
the sky sinks out of reach and wins the toss.
A peace in the wood walls,
stunning, once the night falls,
nocturnal creature calls.
Different kinds of loveliness emboss.
Dazzling glow, eyes of light,
a sea of darkness, stars winking good night
while nature falls asleep,
and nighthawks rise to peep.
Cold threaded fingers keep
on snowy evening walk, no one in sight.
Snowflakes resume to flow,
these woods within our grasp such wealth of snow.
The only sound's, the graze
of chilled wind wounds and raise
the fall of flakes that lays.
On a snowy evening walk tempting so.
12/25/2017
She is not conflicted youth
Nor is she wisdom's solace
She is not untroubled virtue
Nor aloof neglect
She is not the condemned's justice
Or the penitent's salvation
She is not barricaded faith
Nor is she candlelit belief
She is not invisible
Although she is unseen
She is not pity's allurement
Nor is she pride, unshamed
She is but a cold gravestone's
Crumbled, abandoned name.
8/09/19
for you are this longing
gravitational force-
you steal my senses and
secure me to the deepest
parts of your existence.
you and me have this
attraction,
causing a chain reaction-
without reason or rhyme,
we've traveled through
space and time.
for we are intense magnetism-
affinity and allurement,
drawing us closer and closer...
towards temptation.
you and me have this
fascination,
a God-given creation-
keep pulling me near,
live inside my gravity....
...without fear.
June 21, 2017
Oh, My Dear Walter, how your words have slayed
Humbled me, broken me, molded, remade
To taste of your world, see above or below it
Wit of a wordsmith, wry pith of a poet
To so construe love without using the phrase
Scrawl the sinew of war, yet delight in the days
To yawp of the grass - journeywork of the stars
Help heal a nation, attend to its scars
Find grace among horrors, sift beauty from death
The soul-pull of tides - briny kiss of their breath
To habit us all ... to the dazzle of light
Celebrate ourselves, bequeath us the night
Ask recurring questions of romance and life
Of presidents, boot soles, and moldering strife
Demons and mockingbirds, Paumanok's dunes
The pale, horrid witness of unstinted moons
'Twas sad-blown, a bugle, convulsed, was a drum
Yet exquisite, the dirge for a soldier and son
The sorrow of clouds in a ravening sky
The weep of a child should the Pleiades die
Knit airy-fresh words, with uncommon phrases
Draw Apollo and Neptune in all of their phases
Be there adoration as hapless as mine
Yet no soul more ardently leveled, supine
No writer has reached deeper into my heart
Idioms and phrases ... such allurement, impart
Ah, yes, what I'd give to have just one chat
With the rare human being who afforded all that
And maybe I'm biased, if perhaps to a fault
But the name of MY Captain, O Captain ...
Is WALT.
You ask to me dance
We take the floor
My hand locked in yours
You pull me close
I stay inside your aura
A moment of such allurement
As your eyes show enticement
They send messages of seduction
My breathe you can feel upon your skin
My fingertips glide through your hair
A sudden kiss to my lips I feel
A joining of you and I
A dance floor to the naked eye
We move to the delights of a lovers night
The song carrys its words
Soon we are walking through the city lights
A silence we hear as we know an encounter is near
The key unlocks the door a darkness takes us
We are urgent up against the wall
As we bring ourselfs to the floor
We capitulate to our desires after moments
Our seductive play is a drama set to poundings of want
A kiss on your lips sealed the tease
For how this woman will please
As now the encounter is oh so dear
Mind body and lust now holds .....
Interesting,
was the man staring
at the painting with such enthrallment.
I went and stood beside him, curious,
he was attractive and very appealing,
and when he looked at me- I gave him my
best come-hither look.
oh, his voice was captivating . . .
I wanted to say something interesting,
something very thought-provoking,
to entrap him in my allurement,
but I just said hello,
I was riveted to him- intrigued.
Interesting,
he smiled, amused
then said, the painting was spellbinding.
Oh, so charming and fascinating, he was,
I tried to appear beguiling-
hoping he would take note of my beauty.
He invited me for café,
we had charisma, for sure,
our conversation was absorbing-
He was so interesting and engrossing,
and I was compelled to touch his hand . . .
Oh, when did I become a seducer?
The thirst, lust and desire,
was tantalizing and tempting-
Interesting.
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September 22, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Interesting
Copyright Protected, ID 16-831-873-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Interesting
sponsor, John Lawless
First Place
February 4 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 11-13
Key Verse – Leviticus 11:44 For I am the LORD your God: ye shall therefore sanctify yourselves, and ye shall be holy; for I am holy…
FAITH IN GOD WHO SANCTIFIES US
God sanctifies us from sin-leprosy
By His mercy healing our plague’s persistency…
We thank Him for the power of His clemency
That transforms us by faith along His love’s fervency.
God sanctifies us from flesh-filthiness
By His holiness melting our lustfulness…
We thank Him for the brightness of His righteousness
That radiates around us by faith midst worldliness.
God sanctifies us from pride-inflammation
By His meekness smiting our arrogant reaction…
We thank Him for the clarity of His instruction
That propels us by faith toward growth’s function.
God sanctifies us from vice-defilement
By His purification vanquishing our addiction impairment…
We thank Him for His grace of restoration-replenishment
That upholds us by faith against evil allurement.
God sanctifies us from trespass-infirmity
By His forgiveness correcting our iniquity…
We thank Him for His pardon of acquitting quality
That makes us by faith to enjoy eternal life’s security.
God sanctifies us from command-disobedience
By His discipline conquering our rebellion-resurgence…
We thank Him for His Word of steadfast diligence
That enables us by faith to win against carnal expedience.
God sanctifies us from transgression-pest
By His purity cleansing our errors to the fullest…
We thank Him for His kindness of compassionate zest
That blesses us while we do by faith our utmost best.
February 4, 2025
Oh, what is this thing called love?
It's a concept I don't understand.
Delight that occurs at first sight?
Or can it be carefully planned?
Is it something that lasts for all time,
or will it run into the sand?
Would Priapus profit from praise,
or should he be promptly trepanned?
Is love as elusive as luck,
or can it be had on demand?
A candle that burns all alone,
or a flame to be furiously fanned?
Is love like a light in the soul,
that will last and endure and withstand?
Is it not just a chemical shot,
just a spurt or a squirt from a gland?
Does this love thing ennoble us all,
or should it be totally banned?
A danger to all it ensnares,
or something incurably bland?
A bonus and boon for mankind,
that ought to be loose in the land,
or a danger deserving restraint,
to be chained and detained on remand?
Oh, what's this enigma named love?
Allurement? Procurement? Command?
Will it harm me, or charm me, I ask:
should I fake it, or take it in hand?
Painting: 'Ophelia'
Artist: John Everett Millais
John Millais, today I pose, frozen, just for you -
a blank canvas, your lonely, soul-saddened muse.
Love me with the iridescence of your inspiration.
I am whoever they want me to be -
Beata Beatrix to Dante Rossetti.
But to you I am Ophelia, and we are alone.
Allurement to your compulsion to create and paint,
ever patient, never late, though this ice-shimmery water
slices my nicety, has me tingling hypothermic-faint.
I breathe sleepy, big-bloomed poppies;
purple panicles glitter in my lungs like starburst pinnacles.
Water-mirror reflects back crystalline light, fern-feathered pool.
The flame-copper fronds of my hair
unfurl in your fantasy; my beauty bends like a willow
to softly kiss your canvas, your brush caresses my curves.
I hope your fame remembers my reality
and how my vision camera-caught your creativity.
On glacial, arctic wastes of my wasted mind, blanked by laudanum,
whitened by nauseous opium, colour-clouds burst,
water lilies open starry pink hands in a pool of jewels.
This cold clutch is finally unclenching.
My stillborn child, that crib-cooled one,
light-cradled, thaws the bone-biting chill,
reclaims me from this dream-drowned prismatic pool.
8 July 26
Flowers beneath my feet ever perfumed
When love freely flows from beautiful eyes
So sensual surrendering and bloomed
Wondrous and tender, basking in our sighs
Magical timeless moments to sustain
From soft textured love of truth shared as one
Where bliss warmly glows in our heart's domain
And the morning light bathes our skin in the sun
When we hear love whisper with each embrace
As this journey of love is ours to know
We'll steal kisses remembered and retrace
And open moist eyes to an afterglow
In our garden's amorous allurement
That enticed our souls with love's enchantment