Best Beguiled Poems
She stands and stares in balcony
Blinds me to her beguiled beauty
My love for her is quite stormy
She stands and stares in balcony
Dark drifting clouds of agony
Soft etching to art and beauty
She stands and stares in balcony
Blinds me to her beguiled beauty.
She stands and stares in balcony
Blinds me to her beguiled beauty
Her hair lashes my effrontery
She stands and stares in balcony
Drags me down by a heart heavy
Tears fall from the eyes crazy
She stands and stares in balcony
Blinds me to her beguiled beauty.
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Date 2-1-14
Form : Triolet
Dr. Ram Mehta
Ninth Place Win
Contest: Any Poem Goes #22 by Linda
Her long brown hair,billowing wisps of sugary air.Never have I seen,eye's so molten
and green.Pouting lips,how beautiful they are.This night,the night I wished upon a
star.Enchanting beyond belief,she brings to me,enlightenment,serenity,this loving
peace.Magic is in the air,unimaginable,her shadowy,smokey stare.My thoughts are
running wild,what on earth,this heart has been beguiled.Lost loves long
past,memories that have faded.Some that were to be cherished,some hated.She
has given me hope,handed me desire.The journeys been long,a world of
unknown,now I can rest,this man is home.
You are my beguiling barn owl
You make me to scream and howl
and when your aloof
i don't give it a hoot
and i long to caress your soft jowls!
old salts reminisce
maids with tails
sailors nemesis
8/ 4/ 2015. number 3.
A tree line affords temporary shelter-
a wintry abode-
hedge-rows define the horizon-
the interphase of bright green winter wheat
and melancholy sky.
Just beyond- warmth, safety-
a fireside hearth and warm imbibment.
A chill descends- naked tree limbs
weave the air like spidery appendages-
some remaining leaves escape.
A red-tailed hawk glides overhead-
looking- circling- fruitlessly searching-
joining its plaintive cry to that of the wind-
a bitter wind- it begins to snow,
a gentle snow at first- then harder.
All creatures have sought their dens-
envy them- even if you no longer feel cold-
when it starts to snow, warmth is a deception.
Gathering twilight- falling snow-
juxtaposition of field and trees-
surreal- a mystical world-
like a Currier and Ives print-
a picture that begs sit- stay and watch for
yet a little while- a sirens song.
Transfixed- slipping further into nefarious warmth-
unable to reach realities surface-
until a not so gentle call-
a sudden squall line- wind driven sleet-
little daggers tear at bare skin- a slap in the face-
forced wakefulness, forced action-
again caressing snow-
but the spell has been broken-
go quickly-
towards a horizon now unseen-
and to that which beckons beyond.
You home for a holiday,
belly gorged on favorites,
soft couch cradling like a mother's arms. . .
since you grew up,
shed child skin,
thin facial hair shading jaw,
even when days were tough,
rough making it alone,
you came home on holidays.
Your laughter blending with the chatter,
clatter of dishes, pots, pans,
sisters catching up,
nieces, nephews climbing up
to sit on lap, lie on shoulder.
All got older;
drill sergeant time barking commands,
remands to custody
faces more precious than treasure.
Measure joy?
not mother love for little boy;
let us go on forever
counting jokes and smiles,
beguiled.
Copyright, Faye Lanham Gibson
June 28, 2017
Oh beautiful soul,
beautiful heart,
your poetic words an art.
They paint a feeling in ink,
making me think
and I am shocked
my heart unlocked.
It's been so long.
Never a love song
have I received.
I always grieved.
Alone in my charity,
never receiving clarity.
Now I'm smiling,
so beguiling
your poetry.
By: Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: Feb. 4, 2017
"All Rights Reserved"
Nature dons Her best multicolored shawl
as the days shorten and the nights grow long.
And squirrels stash stores of nuts in the Fall,
for they know that Winter will soon be along.
Geese skedaddle south in the night like thieves,
fleeing from the inevitable cold.
And green, peridot, and emerald leaves,
morph into orange, amber, red, and gold.
Frost chisels abstract art on windowpanes,
sculpting surreal shards of frozen breath.
While Autumn gathers October's remains,
weaving a splendiferous shroud for Death.
And November draws colors like a child
with waxen crayons, leaving you beguiled.
I canceled my death for you
a postponement on the inevitable
the choice had come
I could have walked away
but all things considered
and considering how much I love you
I chose to stay
This decision has had its price
for to relinquish life meant I would reunite
and to remain would surely break my heart
but I am no martyr
I do not wish to hang myself upon some bleeding thorn
but to your sorrows alter
impart my faith
In you
Yes I know you are broken
and in auspicious form so bitterly hidden
to reap your tears
shall bring to low your hearts desires
and in the garments of lies
hang you so with all your fears
until, until you praise them
This courtship of the beguiled
plenary to your sanction
would seek heroins and heroes such as you
to free yourselves
and may such honor find itself impromptu
in such stalwart souls ambition
to impart your faith
In others
It's a long, long way down the park,
but she’s deeply inclined, inclined
to roam hover or linger
among webs of an inky fog
just like her mashed hair: and sepia eyes
ignore jagged blinks of lamp lights
climbing inside a mind.
As she sits alone on a bench to crumple
near nuptial's farewell letter, her delicate face
bows like a waylaid nightingale--
juxtaposed by the many drones
of sullen notes almost lost in a haze
along paths searching for mirth, searching mock.
Beguiled, bothered, bruised through darkness;
her hidden sobs yell wildly at Eve's moonglow.
Written for Eve Roper's She Sits Alone Contest
Syllable Count: 138
8/11/2017
It’s so difficult to sustain the life
in this senseless-tiresome-dry world,
and that’s why I decided to fool the world to ease my life.
I took my head out of my shoulders and put it on the road
the very spot where I decided to beguile the others;
the way was happened to be a moderately sloped downward road
and that’s why my conscience rolling downward with very little or
no effort at all.
For I was moving forward without any hindering object or resistance
it became monotonous; I felt like play a prank for some fan,
so I bounced up and down, danced around here and there,
but it didn’t do any good because these were another dull
and slothful recurring motions. I closed my eyes being languid.
On the way I saw the snobs, who impudently
insist upon themselves are the microcosm,
arguing each other wearing the ridiculously ugly masks,
“my territory has to be greater than yours.”
Because of those ridiculous masks
finger point one another with infuriated yelling
I opened the eyes terrifying. As I woke,
I saw a giant standing before me holding an apple
in his hand staring at me; and ridiculous masks carry the explosive.
Who is this giant? And what is the explosive? I tried to
move forward again after gave a moment of thought;
but this time, I was trapped in the midst of a battle field
where a rusted lump of heavy iron moves back and forth
on a double-headed serpent’s back, throwing flames from its mouth.
I gave up moving forward thinking,
though it may not be the place to dwell,
here is the place where I have to take a root;
after rooted, the gray hairs grew to the limbs
and branches of a dead tree, and bear the leaves
and flowers, and some of them fell on the ground blown by the wind,
then the rolling leaves on the ground
become stones and road side footmarks.
When colorless paper flakes
bleach the road side footmarks,
they turn into the scentless petals
and cover the crushed masks lying here and there;
though these distorted masks didn’t say a word
a goldsmith comes in the evenfall displaying proudly,
sprinkles the gold dust tinted with the reddened glow.
A willow trembles in the breeze
And stoops in awe as angels sneeze;
Quaking feebly to its knees,
Bending, doleful, if you please.
A day, as this, when squalls blow wild
The willow cries ~ as like a child;
Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled,
And all aloof, left out, exiled.
Now her branches droop away
Blenching down throughout the day;
Keeping blusts of gusts at bay
Harboured from the rainy spray.
Underfoot a lonely duck
Shelters in a babbling brook,
Dabbling in a shady nook
Safe and sound, her haven took.
Then above the daylight seeps,
In the sky the sunlight peeps;
She, thankful for the faith she keeps
The trembling willow gently weeps.
Her soft lips talked of love
Inspired by Linda'a latest contest.
Beguiled About Child Defiled
We definitely did know that he beguiled,
And had taken advantage of and defiled;
How absurd,
This occurred;
She was minor considered to be a child.
Jim Horn
Roy Moore running for Senator in Alabama
should drop out of race.
BEGUILED
His arms proclaim a prize – me – to ravish
But I protest - I’m here to lavish
Gift me, my knight, adore my soul with praise
And promise me your love for all my days
He smirks a grin - tries to woo me with guile
But he melts when I mete him a prized smile
I love her curves, her soft ivory skin
My lustful intent - impure with sin
Yet my heart faints for her – this wholesome jewel
Abandon my armor – I’ll be her fool
He’s more handsome and courageous, today,
And his armor shines. I’ve won his soul’s pay!
Your chain mail bows with your embracing knee
And I accept this finger crown from thee
8/22/2016