Best Charmed Poems
In the midst of midnight twilight
sleep meekly fades in the moonlight.
Umber earth and men encumber,
nature’s chatter, charmed in slumber.
Tranquil dreams of peace, no sorrow,
thankful for light of tomorrow.
Epic heartbeats waves break away
warm cinders soothe the moment stay.
Date: 11/7/2018
Vanishing vestige of dank cavernous lobes
My lonesome forsaken heart adrift
Under the most alluring midnight crescent moon
Towards a horizon yonder daubed with
A loaded paintbrush of golden luminescence
While levitating melodic whispers
Of charm and sorcery perchance connive
Mingling heavenward to set the stage
For a divine encounter with a goddess
Her wafting cloud ever so sublimely hovers
Peculiarly fine exotic spicy fragrance
Ensnaring my compliant heart
By glorious happenstance
Spellbound and mesmerized
Flutters on the wings of dusk
Reawakening a drowsing lust
Rekindling and resuscitating the passion
To a sublime apogee of celestial folly
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on January 18, 2019 for contest EIGHT WORD CHALLENGE-BARDENESQUE sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 1ST
At five years old, starting out in kindergarten
I went to school with my favorite best friends
Girls and boys I’d known as my local hearten
The ones I loved so I had no need for amends
We lived on a farm that was above the school
And my grandfather often drove me there, too
It was there that I learned to follow each rule
Where I simply knew the good ways that I grew
It just so happened, that our family had to move
So into town I went where I found a new school
At this new school I found very few to approve
The kids there were all about being so very cruel
After trying to know these new boys and girls
I finally realized that I was much better off alone
My past friendships had been such true pearls
That this new place begin to feel like I was grown
Somewhere amid the moving of my life to town
I discovered that I had lost the child who had been
She was alive inside, still wishing she wasn’t down
But there weren’t any new friends she could win
As the years passed by, my books got me through
But when I finally did find friends again in high school
They were wild and willful; the rebels were my crew
With these rougher crowd I was so sure I was cool
It would be years before I could finally look back
And see that the move away from our old farm
Led me to a loss that would haunt me with black
A world that was filled with loneliness and harm
When I see my old friends from those old days, long ago
I remember them with a sweetness that fills me up
They were the first relationships filled with love, although
The years that came later would teach me to standup
The moral of the story is that children feel the effects
Of loss, moves, divorce and other grown up decisions
If I could change it all, I don’t know what happens next
But I do know that love would be kinder with provisions
So if I could change one moment in my lifetime
It would be the day I moved away from that farm
Where I was so loved and known by that time
That I was content with my life that was such a charm
October 5, 2019
If only we could turn back the hands of time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Sunset sky was like a fiery red flame
wistful touch on her hair with a sigh
Warm, sweet smell of cinnamon apple pie
A rose in my safe caress. Butterfly
heavenly feelings as cupid took aim
© 6/22/2015
Contest Name: Five Lines/ Metaphors And Simile
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Envelope Quintet
10 syllables a,b,b,b,a
Gazing into the twinkling sky as a dreamer
charmed by an awesome, immense universe,
Adriana sits as a muse to inspire some verse:
many surreal thoughts to seize another star!
" Fantasy cannot find truth if reality is ignored, "
seems a desperate attempt to appease her mind;
and small as she is, her soul dominates as queen,
nothing is discharged as vain in her eyes so keen!
Adriana, speak your command with a convincing, firm tone
and all the distant stars will be drawn to you to posses;
it's dreams that make us restore true belief in ourselves:
look beyond and realize that God didn't accomplish it alone!
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"I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . ."
*another time another place, where even dreams gently intrude,
a place where silence breathes a voice,entrancing the heart of a man
another hope, another choice, another contemplative charm, * *
along a road a tree sways, chanting to each passing ear
the words she touches but cannot see, the words erasing the fear,
and though there’s still a strain, that somehow just won’t go away *
fascinating thoughts affirm that faith grows stronger by the day~ ~
~they sit there talking side by side, so many tunes in their rhyme
no place for anything to hide, transparent is the hood of time,
his voice cuddling traces of before, a sacred place of long ago *
another sanctum, another key, a space that they still have to know,
and as they hum of when and where, a voice calls softly from behind
like delightful music of the breeze, that feels so heavenly designed,
* then suddenly the night drips gold, as the necklace floats into sea
and just before he leaves, he tells that all their dreams would come to be. ~ ~
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For Constance: Daydreams, dreams and dreams Contest
From: nette onclaud
10 Jul 11
Seeing you
standing there what to do?
I smile to bridge the gap, you have grown,
by plane I have crossed a continent to atone.
There's been too many harsh words, tirades overblown.
My son, please come, I mean you no harm.
He crosses to my arms.
Smiling, charmed.
Date:5/18/14
Deborah Guzzi
Contest:TROIS PAR HUIT A BRIDGE
A charmed world looks skyward, at the promise of sunshine ~ as blooms open.
Written on 2/28/2023
For: Beneath the Rainbow
Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
A Knock on the door and
my eyes awoken
I stared at the ceiling for
a minute or two
My bones refused to get
up to open
Louder and louder I think
it knew this too
Battle in my head I could
barely think
I walked to the door like I
was broken
Reached for the
knob and lungs filled
with
matter,heavy and thick
Three shots of tequila
was all I had taken
I opened the door as if
on a mission
Nice polished shoes,black
pants and shirt nicely
ironed too
Tray in hand,his words of
concern for my isolation
Danced out of my ear
with obvious jubilation
One look was all I needed
to be taken
By those luscious lips and
charming infectious eyes
too
Matter forgotten as I was
lost in those eyes that
seemed like heaven
One look and I was
sold,one look and I was
taken
For the 'Taken' contest
Syllables constricting,
Which takes quite some effort with a unique rhyme scheme,
Restricting,
Careful thinking,
Childhood innocence, bizarre theme,
Clicking,
New form,
Wonderful dream,
Charm!
Syllables constricting,
Childhood innocence, bizarre theme,
Charm!
10.10.2020
For Mohan Chutani's "Let's Minichu on Writing or Not Writing a Minichu" contest
I started watching Charmed - when it first came out.
That I fell in love with it - there really is no doubt!
I believe it called out - to my Spirituality!
Time and time again - it brings me so much glee!
I almost gave it up - when Prue Halliwell died!
And yes - I admit it - on that episode I cried!
But curiousity got the best of me - so I went on to season four.
I'm so glad I did - because it offered so much more!
The Producers did a lot of research - but added fiction too.
The inaccuracies in the show - are minor and just a few.
I must be addicted - because I have all the seasons numbering eight.
It's like I'm drawn to it - maybe even by fate!
If you're ever at my house - come over and take a look.
Because I can even show you - many a Charmed book!
I even know some of the lines - of the show by heart.
From this series - I know I'll part!
People that know me - sometimes get quite alarmed!
That after all this time - I keep going back to Charmed!
They don't understand - that this show brings me so much pleasure!
And to me it is - most definitely - a unique kind of treasure!
Footnote: My second favorite TV series is "Leverage".
From the first instant
my eyes laid bare
circled and squared
at the feet
of a Vitruvian man,
the one uniqueness
in my possession,
I was lust to your loins
as images permeated
and shivered my thighs,
I felt a rising veracity
to savour the tang of you
longing to rip your Levi’s
into little streamers and hang them
from my window,
while tieing your Johnny Rebs
to my planter box,
the world would know
you were mine
I became the seductress
you could not resist
relentless,
designing schemes
so Machiavellian,
Lector would
have been impressed
and helped
shameless in my pursuit
pulling out all stops
I acted unaffected,
but the sight of your length
made me drool
my first tell
finally,
the maelstrom
churning my gut
my hunger,
gave me away
under the slick
of your hands,
my body arched
addicted to the textures
and plains,
mania seized all good sense
I writhed as you rocked,
by the time your hands
released my breasts,
I was howling my release
a wildcat thrashed to frenzy
my tricksters hand called
and beaten by a pro
who could have guessed?
ME!
aced by the hand of a machinehead
Living charmed life
Purified by adventurous passion
As I continue to rediscover,
My captivating feelings
That invigorates my listening zones,
To feel the breeze from my heart-
-Linking me to my soul-
-To open up my mind,
And make me see again and again
How happily birds fly in open space
Hear songs of obsession
And feel gentle touch
Floating through air,
And not to wander
Like stranger in a new planet
In the beginning of new season
So I rose up to dance with the wind
Beat up the drums for the stars to hear,
And dance with me throughout the silent night,
For tomorrow might just be another day
She looked at me calmly opening her narrow lips
Luis the name brought an ache to my wounded ego
In my pride I had ended up shipwrecked in the rehab
...You can make it even when they all say you cant
I swallow my pride and prod,..
I like you Merc.. Can we be an item
Were the circumstances different yes
It's not a maybe or well see its a Yes
So my Journey is not in vain
You find the charmed ones now so often
With humans ever so accommodating
No unlike Peter Petreli I wont try flying
Unless am a hundred percent assured
I will land on safe shore where the waves
Beat ever so slowly and names like pirates
Voyager and black pearl are uttered
I have the soul; of a Sojourner
#Jewels of Time
She is over kissed, she is charmed with mist,
She is married with wind in the field by once,
You are wrapped in chains and I hold your wrists,
"Precious woman of mine!" - whispers now my mouth.
She is not so glad, she is not so sad
like a stranger who came from the darkest sky,
You're engagement song, you are little mad
star of mine and I give you my every sigh.
I'll bow over knees to embrace to kiss
to be restless and wild and you will be burnt
with my loving verse with my happy tears,
oh, my bitter and sweet, yes, I am so fond.
Show me face of yours, midnight that I chose,
Let me in, oh, my god, in your heavy eyes,
Let me in again in these black eyebrows
in your half-naked hands, eastern beauty's nice.
Something will increase, something will decrease,
Something should not become, we'll forget it all,
Why're you crying, sweet? Do I see your tears
or it seems to me in this lightless hall?
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Nikolay Zabolotsky.