Best Chatoyant Poems
The Ballerina
The curtain parted...there upon the stage,
'neath bright chatoyant spotlight's glaring glow
she stood, a cynosure in tunneled beam;
demure, yet with ineffable glamor.
With lovely bow, this ingenue young girl,
composed, yet like a whirling breeze, began
her lissome ballet dance of twirls and swirls
to mellifluous sounds of violins.
A panacea of sweet calm filled up
my soul as she so gracefully succumbed
to call of violins and merged with them
in artful dance I wished sempiternal.
The beauty of her gracefulness in dance
enveloped me in deep, hypnotic trance.
Sandra M. Haight
Unrhymed Sonnet
Written: January 07, 2024
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eyes are soul gates even in disguise they do not lie
visual cues that transcend verbal expression
but it also shares one's mood with lenticular opiates
spanning an effluvium-trail-laden sky
select a person and share eye contact while whimpering
gaze might betray a false grin quoth-trust aegis
stupendous azure eyes! aggregations of night elixir
spellbind the world with an aura of simmering
wispy pearls in her eyes—soul rises without adronitis
I cross cosmic cloisters and Eden's bright bower
I grip men truths in their odd dismal ways
the sheer number of words is overwhelming
once cupid arrows hit a cosmic glow covers the world
glorious as sharpness of your sight and dawn dew
her azure eyes purify and calm me as oceanic waves
no drift inbred ocean fowls flutter feel felicity
ethereal eyes whisper to my soul sparkling with glee
pristine eyes hypnosis a wish for propinquity shine
as the sun rises shards of light reveal her eyes
dreams sap my mind cocoons and eyes beguile me
after inhaling and kissing goldenly—all else is plain
all the grace I skipped—in the sun wind and rain
as dew at dawn chatoyant eyes embrace you
butterfly-like in gestalt despite a sanguine heartbeat
those eyes are as sibilant as the rising sun
they send doves soaring and senses roaring
some eyes are drenched in love until they sparkle
delphic soul shy—untamed my love never defamed
grateful for blue skies—for all—and blue eyes for you
We walked home
Hand in hand
You were just a girl
me a boy
pretending to be a man
We held tightly to our nothing
Wrapping it fully within the wanting
Not really knowing
who we were
or what we were needing
So it was so easy
to sink into heavy breathing
Me the innocent boy
you my ingenue
We loved each other for a time
It seemed the right thing to do
You were my cynosure
a crystal blue eyed angel
naked and demure
Tentatively innocent
yet somehow you seemed so sure
I wanted you to unlock my sad lonely
still I kept looking elsewhere for a cure
A panacea
for the missing parts inside of me
So I searched
wanting to see
my sempiternal possibility
Feelings ineffable
I wanted so bad to feel full
Why couldn't I hold onto us
or resist the pull
I was a sad black sheep
searching for virgin wool
I thought maybe
beyond my awkward stammer
in the wider world of glamour
I could be a mellifluous camper
Yet secretly I knew
I was neither lissome or free
Why did I give up the us in we?
Binding myself in a place
I was never meant to be
There in a chatoyant box
locked with a golden key
It would take years
For me to be able to see
What my crystal blue baby
seen inside of me
In the end
knowing I was loveable
is what set the boy free
You showed me
the man I was meant to be!
I completed Silent's ten word challenge.
The glamour of her skin faded
like late-afternoon sunbeams
that settled on rose petals 'dust
But , not the light in her wide chatoyant eyes
That light was still glowing bright
Like a freshly washed white frock of an ingenue child
A child who knew, each flutter of a butterfly churning deep inside
was to be preserved for this ineffable day.
Today , the day She was to greet 'the one '
Down the valley , by the orchid tree
where minutes ticked seconds and time.
For so long , She waited for this moment
to turn and find him there , to look him in those eyes
Eyes circled with wrinkles of loss and laughter
of many deaths and life.
His demure maiden . The cynosure who filled his thoughts
without even knowing how or why , For weeks, months, and years
Was She there by his side ,or was this another betraying vision
of the lissome lady's smile ?
It was her voice . It was the mellifluous sound of her song
lulling him into sleep.This was not Endymion's dream
Nor an unheard wish on spumes of falling stars.
This was the warmth of his breath upon her neck's nape
It was their once so vacant hearts , beating one to one.
It was their holding of hands, their first promised dance.
A panacea to a long term desease of loss , and loss again.
A new chapter -to be continued.
A sempiternal journey of what little time remains.
Trembling hands ,Scribbling verses on hopskotch
Alll ending with the same repeated names
and unforgettable joyous refrains.
Thanks for the ten words challenge S.One
1) Glamour , 2) Chatoyant, 3) Igenue , 4) ineffable , 5) demure
6) Sempiternal , 7) panacea, 8) mellifluous, 9 )lissome , 10) cynosure
Who wants to know the meaning of all these ten words
pls read S. One 's ten word challenge poem.
Fiction Poem
Put on your night shoes, my beautiful dear,
and put on your gossamer gown.
Adorn your neck with the iridescence
of opal, and let your hair down!
Your tresses cascading – a blonde waterfall -
let them flow! Then to emphasize
a chatoyant sheen, use the jet black
of liner on your jade green eyes!
On lips that are dulcet, use a soft pink
like cherry tree blossoms in spring.
Flourescence they’ll see with you on my arms,
for darling, you’ll be flowering!
Dinner; then on the pool deck we’ll Samba,
and under a plethora of
stars we see dancing above our cruise ship,
we will outshine them all with our love!
May 19, 2019 for Anthony Slausin's Night Shoes Poetry Contest
Ravishing Predawn Vision, Return To Me
My panacea, vision shining forth, wee hours of morn
Her chatoyant hair, flowed in my all consuming dreams
Her demure gaze, always smiling, never a look of scorn
In paradise, ingénue bathing in moonlit magical streams.
Ineffable appearance, stardust in hair healed heart so torn
Something intangible, mellifluous echoed with her words
Tasting of honey, her kiss removed my heart so forlorn
Her lissome dance was as easy as mere flight to birds.
Cynosure born, her beauty sent me into a trance
Such glamor, Hollywood starlets would die to possess
In love, I boldly begged for her sempiternal dance
For that affront, my princess gave me her last caress.
Never again, did mornings glow with her grace and soft kiss.
Beauty's perfection, my grieving soul will forever miss.
Robert J. Lindley, 5-12-2016
Sonnet- Mixed Syllable count , 13/14/15
Syllables Per Line: 14 13 14 15 0 15 15 14 13 0 13 13 14 13 0 14 14
Total # Syllables: 194
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 128
My answer to Silent One's challenge to write a poem using the ten words below.
Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye.
Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention.
Demure: shy and modest
Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable.
Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible
Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman
Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful
Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear
Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all
Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal
Why do I live a life so impure? A remedy?
A panacea for the things I’ve done wrong?
At work, on the outside, I’m demure and apt,
But within, I write my own song.
My song has words clothing my beautiful girl,
My ingénue, hot sexy lover.
My lover is exquisite, a silky chatoyant woman,
With a mysterious, silky white cover.
Her wrists are tied, her eyes are bound,
Her legs enslave my evil desire.
She hangs in the controlled sinful shed of pure guilt,
She’s a cynosure inside of my fire.
Her body sways with my will, a lissome ballerina,
Perpetually dancing her delicious.
I eat her glamour like a cat, her bud was ineffable,
My manhood was now so ambitious.
I wanted this moment, this time out of time,
To be sempiternal, lasting all days.
But all too soon my “me” sang a song so mellifluous,
My lover and I for the rest of always.
I was so looking forward to my trip to Tahiti
this was to be my panacea, a sure cure for all my ails.
For once there I could forget the dregs of big city life
and swim the opal sheen of a chatoyant sea, in tranquil peace.
Arriving in my loudest vacation garb, I felt at ease
in my role of cynosure, strutting like a movie star.
All to soon I was whisked off...to the glamour and opulence
that awaited me at my ineffable, unbelievably posh hotel/palace.
There I was royally greeted, by a true ingénue beauty
the epitome of grace, she exuded a gentle demure and friendly manner.
She was like a gazelle...swift and yet lissome
with an indelible smile that seemed sempiternal, and omnipresent.
And in the sweetest, mellifluous song like voice
she softly whispered...“welcome to paradise.”
La peregrina, why do I pick you from all the jewels of the world ?
Not because you were a fifty -eight and a half carat pear-shaped drop pearl
hanging gayly on enchantress Elizabeth Taylor's chest,
or because you belonged to English royalties ,and held by Buonaparte' hands,
Nor because you were presented by king Philip of Spain to bloody Mary
as a token of his never-ending love .I pick you because indeed you wandered from afar.
You were the fortune of an African slave.,where He found you five hundred years ago
in the coast of the isle of Santa Margarita, Spain.
He bartered freedom in exchange. That makes you indeed a gem,
A treasure trove in an oyster-shell. Its you I'd love to own
Not for your natural nacre colour, nor the chatoyant luster or your size,
But for being the reward, to a man who worked fingers to bone
just to have his freedom back, and be the master of his life.
Freedom- May we always cherish it.
For Carolyn Devonshire's contest
(A Gem For Your Verse )
She lingers in my dreams
Like a sempiternal sense
Contrive a sense of glamour
Which makes her ineffable
I recall a lissome cynosure
Attributed from a demure
Yet an ingénue as she is
With her mellifluous voice
A pair of chatoyant eyes
Depicts a goddess of a lass
Alas, such a terminally ill soul
Panacea is even back to the wall
05/14/16
Note:
A Ten-Word Challenge by Silent One
Using the following words:
Chatoyant, Cynosure,
Demure, Glamour, Ineffable,
Ingénue, Lissome
Mellifluous, Panacea,
Sempiternal
Ninth place
For a "Mystery" Poetry contest
by Nayda Ivette Negron
Honorable mention
"I Ain't Afraid Of No Ghosts"
by Casarah Nance
One day I decided to go and sit in the park.
I sought fresh inspiration and a new muse!
My decision was the perfect panacea done on a lark.
In no way would my spirit this time me refuse!
I sought fresh inspiration and a new muse.
Out of nowhere a cynosure materialized!
In no way would my spirit this time me refuse.
My heart pounded, I held my breath, I was mesmerized!
Out of nowhere a cynosure materialized!
An angelic ingenue was walking in my view!
My heart pounded, I held my breath, I was mesmerized!
This Woman's presence stopped all of time! This is true!
An angelic ingenue was walking in my view!
Both subtle and profound glamour did she possess.
This Woman's presence stopped all of time! This is true!
Dumbfounded and speechless was I! This I do profess!
Both subtle and profound glamour did she possess.
She had a feline lissome movement in her stride!
Dumbfounded and speechless was I! This I do profess!
Bewilderment and inspiration within did collide!
She had a feline lissome movement in her stride.
A demure aura emanated as she smiled!
Bewilderment and inspiration within did collide.
My composure I tamed for this vision drove me wild!
A demure aura emanated as she smiled.
The most mellifluous "Hello!" exited her lovely mouth!
My composure I tamed for this vision drove me wild!
I floated north and simultaneously, I crashed south!
The most mellifluous "Hello!" exited her lovely mouth.
I was frozen in this most ineffable of human states!
I floated north and simultaneously, I crashed south!
Her chatoyant orbs for eyes launched me right into space!
I was frozen in this most ineffable of human states.
What would it take to keep this moment sempiternal?
Her chatoyant orbs for eyes launched me right into space.
I will never be the same outwardly nor internal!
What would it take to keep this moment sempiternal?
My decision was the perfect panacea done on a lark!
I will never be the same outwardly nor internal.
One day I decided to go and sit in the park!
WTA-IV 5/12/2016
Pantoum Form
*Written in response to Silent One's poem "Unforgettable"
with a challenge request to use the 10 following words-
Chatoyant, Cynosure, Demure, Glamour, Ineffable Ingenue,
Lissome, Mellifluous, Panacea and Sempiternal!
In the fresca of her reckless dream
were halos, multi-colored
Cynosure is simply glowing
with glamour, never knowing
the dream, the wish, her fantasy
is fragile reverie
Is a place to fear, will waste her years
and where her whims have led
It will lead her on a lissome road
that's paved with gold, she'll see
but also cold, where she could freeze
with empty years to dread
A chatoyant moon up in the sky
appears to leave no warning
And words we know, like backs of hands
are not clear words she'll understand
Where fairytales, and charming men
ineffable and kind, deceive the human mind
Who can define
or hide the truth, that's underlined, mistook?
Mellifluous music. is all she hears
Adagios, to fill the ears,
contain her storybook
While watching her, our ingénue, demure and pale
She'll soon grow old behind the veil, panacea of tall dreams
She'll fade into the mythical, her fairyland of schemes
Sempiternal devotion, is not for everyone
For sometimes cruel emotion, will take the heart and run
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Inspired by Silent One's
Ten Word Challenge
Words Used:
Chatoyant:
Cynosure: .
Demure:
Glamour:
Ineffable:
Ingénue:
Lissome:
Mellifluous:
Panacea:
Sempiternal
She shed her clothes; fur and silk first
Petrichor lingered in her hair
Seraglio was the holy-grail
For most women of the enlightened age.
Not for her; Chatoyant lady with her lithe body
Was a warier of her country.
She was here to collect dirt on Sultan Milas
The Holy Mattoto King.
Enchante, she offered her slender hand to
Sultan to kiss
Sultan took no offence
Just kissed her hand, taking her hand into his own
She caught a reflection of his penumbra in the
Crystal framed mirror. Long and tired.
Yes, even his shadow was tired in his later years
Ruling a declining empire was no easy feat!
Sultan’s wives sang lullabies to their tots in the adjacent rooms.
So what brings you here madam? Milas probed the Chatoyant lady
I am here to stay, she said curtly.
As what, forgive me lady? Sultan hesitated
As your wife of course, the lady said. Didn’t my good father tell you?
‘I am afraid that won’t be possible, I have already many good women as my wives
And Myriad sons to succeed me!’
Sultan played with his ruby ring as he delivered
His solemn speech!
“But! I will be the best wife to you! I promise you!”
The lady pursed her lips.
“Look lady! I can barely satisfy my harem of forty!
Sometimes I seek the aid of my viziers
So that I don’t know who are my sons
And who are my Viziers’s!”
“But I will bear the strongest son
For you, I promise you!” Pleaded the French lady
“I can’t suffer the indignity of going back!” She let a faux tear fall
Freely down her cheek.
A pause.
“OK!” agreed Milas, “you can stay but not as my wife but
my Chief Vizier’s!”
A persian cat walked into the room
And leapt on to Chatoyant lady’s lap
But Chatoyant lady was no Ailurophile
Despite her name! So she pushed the cat away.
Violently. Then the Sultan knew something was
Not quite right about this woman of feline beauty.
Standing before him semi nude.
He was not prepared to lose what was left of his empire
So that he banished the lady spy at once from his palace.
Alas she had already collected the dirt on the Sultan.
His virility and his sons legitimatesy to the throne were in question now.
We had a sempiternal sort of love. We endured nightmares of broken glass and hours of pure bliss. It seemed strange how he loved me the way that he did. See, I was always his cynosure. His daylight focal point leading him into a realm of freedom and relief. When we met I was nothing but ingénue. Oh boy, how my eyes were closed and he opened them and brought my essence to a whole new dimension. I remember that night he held me as we danced. Body to body, hands around my waist and sweet kisses on my forehead. The tunes of “Lady in Red” were mellifluous and I still remember the smell of his cologne brushed gently on his neck. He thought I had glamour and walked with lissome while my delicacy screamed his name. When I was young I was so demure and humble. He always had raging thirst for my chatoyant opalescence.
We had a sempiternal sort of love. I remember the day he came to me and told me the bad news. It seemed like yesterday we had just got married and started a romantic life full of love and gratitude. You were crying, I started crying and we both wept until the sun came up. For there were no ineffable words to describe our sorrow. He was dying…therefore, I too was dying… I didn’t know how I could live without him, my sweet man. For there was no panacea in the world to keep his organs from shutting down. There was nothing I could do to save the other half of my soul. For he would leave me unwillingly and I would have to spend the rest of my days alone and isolated. My safety was delivered when we met and now my fear lives in the core of my heart.
We had a sempiternal sort of love. Now I am nothing but a solitary deserted widow without a reason to live.
This is a ten word challenge given to me by Silent One. The ten words are:
1. sempiternal 2. ineffable 3. lissome 4. chatoyant 5. ingénue
6. mellifluous 7. cynosure 8. Panacea 9. mellifluous 10. glamour
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: May 12, 2016
Cynosure,
sly predator,
chatoyant gaze
seeks
dappled ingenue
demurely cloaked in glamour,
object
A mellifluous purr
of lissome stealth’s
ineffability.
death’s
sempiternal panacea
survival.
John G. Lawless
5/14/2016
10 word challenge – Silent One
Chatoyant: Having a changeable luster. A chatoyant stone or gemstone, such as the cat's-eye.
Cynosure: Something or someone who is the centre of attention.
Demure: shy and modest
Glamour: defined as the elegant, exciting or attractive quality that makes someone or something seem special or desirable.
Ineffable: too overwhelming to be expressed or described in words; inexpressible
Ingénue: A naive, innocent girl or young woman
Lissome: Moving or able to move with grace and ease; lithe and graceful
Mellifluous: something musical, melodious or pleasant to hear
Panacea: A remedy for all diseases, evils, or difficulties; a cure-all
Sempiternal: Enduring forever; eternal