Best Bewildered Poems
i prefer to remember you like this
there was a time when this space was meant only for us
now we created a hole that allowed grief and stress
we are now shades of our former selves living in oblivion within ourselves
i am on a roller coaster ride as i stare endlessly out of the window
the bends reminds me of the nausea of our never ending changes
what i would not give for a sweet dose of organic glory right now
that is what it felt like when we first met
somewhere between fantasy and black paradise, reality and truth tapped us on the shoulder
what died is our merged recognition of reason and our emboldening of The Reason
i guess that is why i turn to isolation as my visibly invisible mistress
in the center of walking the floor over you, i prefer to remember you like this
Thrown asunder in bewilderment
I list like a ship in a catatonic sea
inert in a perplexed state of confusion
thoughts drift in and out, going nowhere
unable to move forwards or backwards
I flounder helplessly in uncharted waters.
Written on 2/12/2019
I am bewildered by your beauty at zero distance
The rainbow romances you with radiance...
Red roses ravish you with fresh fragrance...
Nature nourishes you with sweet substance...
It seems you are angels' only acquaintance...
My eyes opened when I asked for a dance..
Yet my heart tellls me it was a true trance...
Amid barking clouds death evanesced
fighting grieving hesitantly inclining
for justice keening for life moaning
not obeying only persevering
quarrel remaining, soul tearing…
Although the scent of laughter flows
Into my wind-swept breath ,
I hesitate the call of his rugged charm
As violin notes serenade temptation’s play
To crawl upon my luscious flesh igniting
Evening's spice of an earthy maleness … I quiver.
While moonshine drapes the porch-light's view,
He pulls me nearer in warm embrace
Fondling lines of my glistened back--
How in slow-fire drift, I claim effort
To regain awareness from this hazy trance.
In a hush flush, I gently leave bewildered
Denying our first plunge with a ‘ no, not yet’…
But seriously , in the brink of hunger and craving,
My raw instinct pleaded to utter ………’yes.’
john lawless' Contest: But Seriously
1/26/2017
Orb of night
Amaze as we gaze
Bewildered of all you emanate
Our envisions of a man on the moon,
A cow pining to jump over you,
Swiss cheese, a mice day dream
Of scurrying through your craters
Bring the wild out of one’s soul
Or
Are you just here in the silence of the night
To bring dreams of passion desires
Under your satin sheet of glittering stars
Or
To set the mood for romance
Under your watchful eyes
Orb of night
Amaze as we gaze
Bewildered of all you emanate
By:Eve Roper 5/7/2015
i crave freedom no mandates no commandments
freedom that allows me to recapture the dignity that was taken
i will lessen my own exaggerated suffering
i deal with disagreeable attitiudes on a regular basis
i catch myself watching my words as so they don't slip out
exhaustion and frustration
at times i thought i was destined to die alone
acting on decisions forced me into them
nothing is so painful or unsurmountable than in my journey now
i realize that my insecurity and ego are curiously linked
they trigger my fears and my defects
chocked with emotion as i watch my life unfold
i am arresting my growth based on intangible
i am the creator of my own reality
i find solace from personal confusion
i wave the white flag and finally breathe again
Bewitched by some poems, they are a dream to read
Who could not comment, on the ones that succeed
To thrill me with beauty...and inspire...indeed!
Winning my heart....and taking the lead?
But when bothered by some, that shout angry phrases
Not to my liking....not quite my tastes
Perhaps slamming is fine, for others to call
But bid it with comments? I'll say nothing at all....
They can accuse me...of leaving blank spaces...
Bewildered by some poems....they seem a big puzzle
Perhaps it is me...who is having a struggle
Over and over....I'll read and I'll juggle
It is best not to comment....so I put on a muzzle
The wrong comment made, may hurt...or cause trouble
Bewitched, bothered, and bewildered....each poem has it's song....
If it touches my heart....I will comment, and hum right along...
Inspired by H.G.'s Contest....."Comments Verses Views"
Had 6 she did. One at a time.
Worried about one…most of the time.
One had their own set of rules too.
Early on realized school was a bore.
Overnight a scouting uniform turned into a wetsuit.
It takes much longer to turn a wrench into a paintbrush.
Seems absconding normalcy is fun to do and watch.
A mother’s bewilderment turns to understanding.
Form:
Everyday I Die..
I am broken
Falling apart
Cursed at birth
Tortured tied to the windmill of the mind
Heart in tatters and ripped apart
By evil hand
An unwanted orphan
Umbilical chord
Severed from the world
I no longer understand
Or want to dwell
I a place I know well
I go there everyday
They call it hell!
Stabbed in the front stabbed in the back
I v’e reached a dead end street
And there’s no way back
Tried to span the gaps
But fell down the cracks
A new mountain to face everyday
With a slippery slope
With no helping hand
Or rope
A broken compass I have no direction
But down to sweet oblivion
Blighted by my own demons
And my imperfections
Too man knots to untie
Thrown in the deep end cannot swim
Trying to keep my head above water
A lamb ready for the slaughter
Never got to F… the parsons daughter
Sleep my my only allie
I awake he nightmare begins yet again
Every single day I die.
.
Peter Dome©2021.
Here,
There's no one else but me
to build a sandcastle.
I'm bewildered
by the vastness of imaginary sands
and oceans in a country only existing
within the boundaries of my mind
I lay my hands bare at this island.
~Hidayat
ig: hidayat_the_poet
The winds come to me from the fields of sleep
Where dreams are blown out of the shallow hills
And I, in my solitude, do rejoice
As I take my comfort within their voice
Which visits me as the cool evening stills
And is rinsed by raindrops that mildly weep.
Gone is the rainbow and tincture of day
Lost in the clouds as they swim in the air
And I, in my quietness, drift afar
By merely the light of a silver'd star
Where only the souls of the sleeping dare
Seek a place that is distant - far away.
In the deepest of night, the dead of dark,
When the silent shadows hide from the light
For, shadows are secrets mellowed by age
And, ages are timeless, robbed of their rage,
And rage is bewildered, lost in the night
Yet, still sighs its echo deafingly stark.
Where is the morning to dazzle and glow ?
Where are the sunbeams to fever the heart ?
Yes! morning will come, as sure as the winds,
When the grey of the dusk slowly rescinds
And the fields of sleep will fleetly depart
And the dreams of the hills aimlessly go.
A little of the moon the sparkle of stars to brush with faith,
In friendliness fell in line with a shooting stars gait,
Sorceress melts and delights with her strategist mate;
Missed priorities confined to surrogate bumpkins fate.
Endearing jolt in mused lightening falling from grace,
Smothers earthly love to unwind a victory parade,
Tempts disaster to look for freedom in friendly place;
An oracle says she can never usurp or degrade.
Lovers are morons for they know not the truth of life;
Ego less friends our true lies in an ethical strife.
Bewildered and Filtered
Trump seems so sad and bewildered;
Down from heaven heard have filtered,
Perturbing pain,
And weight gain;
By us as President will not be revered.
Jim Horn
*
Donald Trump has declined to say
What his threats are worth on EBay
Iran did not buy
Trump had a good cry
And now has the Devil to pay
*(Trump can't figure out why the
"wonderful aircraft" Americans deployed to
defeat the British during the Revolutionary
War failed to intercept Iranian missiles)