Best Beguiling Poems

Beguiling spring, how bold your arrogance
You shameless season painted in conceit
Parading up and down each city street
O'er hill, through dale, you flaunt your elegance

Each tree, each flower, bathed in decadence
Each gale, each breeze, your moods so indiscreet
Each dawn you send your birdsong out to greet
A...

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Revelations Of Beguiling Gaze, From The Witch's Head

From dark abyss, many light-years away
witch's head, its beguiling, evil gaze,
yellow-eyed sockets, curses to betray
far more sinister in that blacken haze.

Alas! Its lights gleam in brightest allure.
Leading its lost victims to blindness sure.

She steeped in paganism, its evil...

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In the realm of beguiling shadows where illusions paint the sky,
The bias for balance is ignored, as reason takes its flight.
Disregarding the light of truth, madness steers the moral tales,
Woven through repetitive histories, hearts are chained in the prisons of insanity.
Divide and conquer, their ancient...

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Beautiful Brenda was bewitched by a man she created in her novel,
Blissfully absorbed in her imagination with this man she marveled.
Boats and the sea were his lifelong passions.
Besotted with the ocean, it sparked supreme satisfaction.

Beguiled with this boater, Dan, the author had imagined,
Brenda futilely fantasized...

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October 15, 2013 
 
The three of us shared
many things in life,
as best friends often do.
Then slithered in a serpent
who wanted us all three
I was first to be seduced
 
Never mentioned him to
the other two;
He was my best kept secret.
Though little did I know,
that when...

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Winter cold and beguiling
   Pearls and gold twine woven braids,
    Elegant alluring lace gown 
     Fade, drag crystalline pure snow 

Calm and beautiful 
 Capture dawn of poetry

Feverish whispers
 Turnt over snow
Children dress warmly
 Entertaining and...

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Up and down in the tree
A monkey led a life so free
How could she be so glad?
From below, thought a hunter’s lad.

A jar full of groundnuts he found
And placed it on the ground
Leaving that place without any sound
Hid himself near a mound

“Groundnuts to my eyes...

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Listen to my nursery rhyme
A tale so regaling, yet sublime
Sated with jester, clown and mime
Riddler along to sanction every, literary crime

Mime to mimic my contorted form
Jester to scuttle every, accepted norm
Clown to mock all that seek to conform
Riddler to meter and rhyme deform

Muse that deadens...

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Looking upon the purities of pureness

Playing within the playgrounds of innocence

Amid the undefiled lives from long ago

As I venture across these regions of space and time

The spheres of which I confront and question now

In regards to the truths of this place and life....

Traveling these ever...

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So blessed the Rose that knows no pain
Exquisite Empress with elegance reigns
To please my world with joy and grace
Her essence furled her scent embraced
Bewitched by love and sweet refrain

She wears her thorns so smug and vain
To place her scorn to make joy feign
Her beauty shows...

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Beguiling Spirits

I know of their enchantments
The longings they inspire
Of promised inhibitions
And kindling desire.

Constrained by walls which glimmer 
Opaque or dim or clear
Sweet barely muted whispers
Succumb the naked ear.

A hand upon the vessel
The stopper freed at last
A casual undulation
Poured neat into the glass.

Embracing sips then swallows
Well...

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A lovely lady beguiles a luckless lad
Of unwitting others she might have had

The fairest face may be foul of heart
Deft deceit is how now it shall start

Like fated moths drawn to the light
Novices can't tell wrong from right

This lady then connives confusing witch's what
Spins spells...

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A beguiling cat does everything for gain.
His innocently jaded, kindly, loving, mein -
not only prevarication,
quietly raising station,
trotting up, vexingly, while xeriscaping your zone....

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I wish I were a poet.
I think I am, I know it.
My mind says “don’t blow it.”
I think I’ll give it time.

Poems I’ve read a lot, you know,
I haven’t read enough, although,
to make a mark in time and show
I think I’ll give it time.

This is...

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the footprints you leave daily within my heart
give me joy like bees when windflowers start to sway
announcing the birth of yet another spring
beguiling and graceful like a peacock in bloom...

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