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 vain display of your benevolence
And yet each year we welcome your return
With song and poem, we celebrate your style
We rush to be the first to photograph
A daffodil, a bud, a waking fern
You always make that winter wait worthwhile
On every heart you leave your autograph.
Daniel Turner
Categories:
beguiling, spring,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
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 spells
spiral coils, deceiving serpent-like trance,
heaving breasts, illusions from distant hell
baits true romantics, by star rays romance.
Alas! Its lights gleam in brightest allure.
Leading its lost victims to blindness sure.
Her reach, into space and far, far beyond
mighty darken surge, her galactic source,
hiding darkness of which devils are fond
to destroy innocent mortals of course.
New poem, 6-04-2019
Nifty Named Nebula's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
Chose: #9 - The Witch's Head Nebula
Categories:
beguiling, appreciation, art, beauty, light,
Form:
Rhyme
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 script,
In this illusion of choice, we step on a false stage.
Stones are thrown at the poet's fragile glass house,
Hypocrisy overshadows common sense, allowing deceit to pass.
With pen and sword, deceit weaves its dark attire,
Propaganda, a wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing entire.
In a minefield of twisted visions, obscurity feeds on souls,
Nurturing the monsters born from the cries of broken foals.
Forgotten are the teachings of shattered hearts,
While hope falls, a victim of unspoken words.
Oppression and inequity shout loudly in the tears of the privileged,
As the waters of decadence spill, unloosing the poet's glass walls.
Through the mist of silent nights, hope dares not retreat,
Under the weight of a starless sky, it stumbles on weary feet.
Yet within the shadowed depths, a truth barely glows,
A beacon through the darkness, ever softly it shows.
For in the darkest corners, truth leaves an eternal trace,
A faint echo, a whispered note, in search of its rightful place.
In the heart where illusions crumble, the soul finds sweet release,
And the poet’s glass house, though fragile, finds true peace.
Mystical winds of destiny, spread your veiled wings,
Through twilight realms and silent screams, where the lost heart sings.
In a dance of shadows and light, the mystic path reveals,
Where the lines of fate intertwine with the soul's forgotten tales.
Categories:
beguiling, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
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 about this blue-eyed man with abandon.
By chance, she was invited on a cocktail cruise with some friends.
Brenda decided she needed a break from her passionless pretend.
Blustery and brilliant, the day azurely arrived.
Brenda was unaware a blind date had been craftily contrived.
Befuddled at first she met this new man called Ben.
Blushing and irresistible, the inevitable dance began.
Ben was uncannily alike the magnificent man in her book,
Brawny, with a sensational smile that required a second look.
Ben was the boat owner, and loved the seductive sea like Dan.
But he was not imaginary, and the romance took off and ran!
9/10/16
Written for "Brenda" Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Awarded 1st Place
Categories:
beguiling, boat, ocean, romance, sea,
Form:
Alliteration
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 he left me
with steamy dreams;
He had slipped also into
their chamber's of love.
Leaving me filled with
a wanting and a longing
for more of his touch.
Most men would be
attracted to us all-
We'd been friends for so long-
We had become each other.
Never in a million years could we -
nor would we-out of loyalty
knowingly, share a lover;
Unless we had decided too.
But what next did we discover ?
Unbeknownst to us we had been
beguiled-by this charming creature
who had visited us all with his spell
This time we did not kiss and tell.
This slidian intoxicated us
and left our eyes shining
with a lust filled gleam.
The day came,when
we could no longer contain
the excitement of our secret budreaux'
As each of us began to
describe the same man to each other,
at first we were stunned-then we started
to compared details with one another.
As the story unfolded
we began to laugh;
And vowed from then on
we would always reveal
our newest conquest.
Since we all have had a part
or him-and we three best friends -
Had never bargained for this contest.
Avowed to keep secrets no more.
The plot to share him was in flight-
to overtake him that night.
As he came through the door
we all took a bite..
Him-We devoured !
Until there was nothing left-
Except a story to tell
The Ballard of the"White Snake"
Had now become but a delicious
metaphor in our luscious mouths.
Categories:
beguiling, best friend,
Form:
Ballad
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 engaging
Snowman, snow angels,
And snowball melees
1/8/2020
Categories:
beguiling, children, fun, snow, winter,
Form:
Free verse
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 are pleasing
They sure must be life nourishing
Perhaps can make me wise, no doubting”
Thus saying she slowly came descending.
Near the jar she did go
Let her hand in for a few nuts or so
When her hand got caught
Ways to escape she sought
Yet, unwilling to drop the food
She helf for they looked good
Finally fell to the hunter’s trap
Became a slave bearing his strap
Beware of the beguilin bait
Kept by Satan that’s on wait
Leave sin and chose Jesus now
Redeem time, days are evil, don’t you know?
Remember your Creator when you are young
Not when there’s a problem in your lung.
Categories:
beguiling, family, hope, inspirational, life,
Form:
Rhyme
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 fun. It gives me rest.
Especially when I read the best.
My soul and heart they do arrest.
I think I’ll give it time.
Sauntering, laughing, skipping, beguiling,
thoughts and words, visions compiling.
As I write, my heart is smiling.
I think I’ll give it time.
TIME’S UP! ??
Categories:
beguiling, cheer up, emotions, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
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 every line
Stanzas that have no structure or byline
Verse with no purpose or design
Syntax without luster or shine
Scribe with pen so erudite
Quipster all his words to blight
Cantor to sing of convention and rite
Charlatan to make his anthem trite
Story without beginning or end
Chorus that will constantly amend
Regular patterns, meaning to rend
To all readers I now condescend
Categories:
beguiling, satire
Form:
Rhyme
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 apparent corridores of the sublime
This rouse, of the often slumbered beliefs
Subsisting themsevles, within the minds of infinite mankind
Solicitors of solies not so warming sun....
Flowers, shriveled within the shrewdness of simpies twisting smiles
As some say within their beliefs, their utterings and their philosophies
That they see they know, and that they behold
Spitting out of their mouths, these secularly devised ramblings
That they themselves do not even truly know?
This turning of the currents waters, turning all of the time....
But one thing has always stood constant
These desires for the macabres shedding of blood
And the tearing apart, of countless souls and lives
Lying unto themsevles all of the time,and to all of the others....
As they bury these poisoned and subconcious minds
These roots and these vines, that have intwined
The webs of unseen persuasion, that has caught and encased as within tombs
The purities and the innocence, that once stood free from these cacoons....
Eyes dripping with crimson, that time, has spilled upon their lives
Trapped in these chains, of unknowings choices?
Following the ways of their blinded and poisoned flesh
These once long ago, pure and innocent ones....
Playing amid the playgrounds, of the what, once was?
Dreaming but never holding, these things that they've lost
"Unwilling," to search for the the light, nor the door....
These, the daughters and the sons, of, the perdicious one!
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The Beguiling!
Categories:
beguiling, life
Form:
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
Categories:
beguiling, appreciation, inspirational love, romantic,
Form:
Blank verse
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 finished is the fight
Enveloped by the liquor
Of amber, red, or white.
Categories:
beguiling, analogy,
Form:
Rhyme
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 a selfish face
Beguiling Rose of mine
So when my faith and dreams thus drain
As blood flows red from wounded stain
Forgetting not her bliss erased
Her radiant face of wine and lace
She pricks my heart with such disdain
Beguiling Rose of mine
February 19, 2021
Open Poetry 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot
Categories:
beguiling, betrayal, character, conflict, feelings,
Form:
Rhyme
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 that do convince what is not
She conjures him to shirk sacred duty
So sure he's blinded by her beauty
She coyly coddles this beamish boy
His twisted thinking in frabjous joy
He peers deeply down into her soul
Seeing darkness finding blackest coal
It hearkens back to Eden's first sin
Stirs silent shadows sunk long within
Beware that all's not as it seems
Beauty's illusion can change what it means
Purpose or pulchritude which will impress
When next we witness a damsel's distress
Categories:
beguiling, beauty, boy, dark, heart,
Form:
Couplet
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.
Categories:
beguiling, cat,
Form:
ABC