Best Cryptic Poems
Clumsily tripping, over our own feet
Sometimes, minds aren't meant to meet
perhaps we're off just a micro beat
thoughts obscured, behind glass covered in sleet
Sure there are those, who wish to exploit
but really in the end, what's the point?
We're all merely visitors, in this joint
Trying our best, with words to annoint
Cloisterd in shadows, wanting to be found
glimmers of earlier selves, clowning around
When others laugh, why do our fears compound?
Downturned mouths, strangled crying sounds
Embarrassing moments, last an eternity
Sometimes I'm my very worst enemy
Thinking hidden messages, are meant for me
Is that what poetry is meant to be?
I let essential words, roll off my lips
Credentials have no taste, when I take deep sips
Preferring a message, from a page that drips
My mind unfocused, takes many trips
I like the power, of words intrinsic
Flavors and texture, is what I like to lick
If it's too saccharin and sweet it makes me sick
My pleasure comes, from words hot and thick
So you see, I too like to word explore
Words found, behind a cryptic door
I start upright, end up on the floor
Keep on reading, until I can't absorb anymore!
Written at the request of James Horn.
Response to his "to Come Back Again" Poem.
Thanks James, our interaction led to a poem of the day!
Cryptic language with words that hide;
Secret message in ancient tides;
Mine the passage in mystic ride.
Linger a while on textures tough;
Thought waves that style beyond the rough;
An inner guile with pregnant stuff.
Heart within mind in pulse and urge;
Address ***** finds in sag and surge;
Go beyond kind in swirl and purge.
To find the core where meaning fills,
Discern some more the vital till;
Let knowing soar in precise will.
Address the space where time holds gist;
Accept the pace of rhymes that list;
Align the trace in hidden mist.
Knowing within the sacred code,
Beyond mere whim a wondrous mode;
Here yet unseen a pathway node.
Feeling the way within these grounds,
A tensile stay that firms around;
Pry cryptic sway with motive found.
Peel layers here that hold meaning;
Read beyond fear the deeper fling;
Ponder sense clear as answers sing.
Deep within see the hidden span:
Veiled legacy in sure attend;
Code that sets free an ancient blend.
Trace clues that spur your quest to know;
Go beyond blur to sublime show;
Let swirls unfurl the course of flow.
Thought hides cryptic in symbols deep;
Know dear mystic realms that now sleep;
Feel the magic as foliage creep.
Leon Enriquez
10 Apr 2014
Singapore
Cryptic notes on dirt stained walls
She gets to read the beating of your heart
Instead of feeling it
The distant cry of unrequited love
So loud
We heard it on the other side of town
You wore it on your sleeve
Proudly displayed
Never doubting what you felt
Even though she never acknowledged it
You hoped she would reciprocate
Until that day you got tired
Of putting up a brave face
You finally decided to move on
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I always reckoned my butcher was batty,
With cryptic comments when he got chatty,
I was shaking my head,
when, with his wife he said,
I would like all of you to... meet Patty.
- i've been crawling across this path
wondering which breath will be my last
erasing the memories of my past
-making new ones every day
to replace those that go as they may
-input & output, out of my control
and i'm right back in this hole
whatever. let's just smoke a bowl
-endless rotation
dead body's floatation
-what's the solution?
to keep me from the endless pollution
the drugs keep up the dillution
Cryptic contours charade,
Rousing riverfront raid;
Young yonder years yielding,
Prosperous peace prancing;
Taunting tale telling trite,
Icon imprints invite,
Clever casting charm cites...
Minds merge mingling motives,
Embalm emergent edge;
Rising riches restive,
Lofty lion-maned ledge;
Instruct inbound inklings,
Outline obvious oozing,
Niche nice new nurturing...
Fancy fish-tail flings flair,
Age aligns apt affairs;
Sense survival seeking,
Hope's hasty hurts hurling;
Intent invents impasse,
Observe optimum ooze;
Now nimble nascent noose,
Salty sea spray surpass...
Sculpt seaward sea-bubble:
Taut tensile tendency,
Obscure odd odyssey,
Raise roomy revelry;
Years yield yarns you yodel...
See sensuous story stay,
Charm cleverly cheers clay;
Raise rousing ripe refrains,
Indulge instincts ingrained;
Prime plot puzzling playground,
Trailblazer touching town...
Move myopic mindset,
Yesterday yielding yet;
Tease trouble's trying threats,
Hoist happy hustling hat...
Leon Enriquez
01 November 2014
Singapore
Prime pretty play
Dream deeper day
Live laughter loud
Prune preachy proud
See silly stay
Pick poignant pay
Love lines loiter
Mind moves matter
Verse vivid voice
Charm creates choice
Shrewd style speaks sound
Grace grows grand grounds
Mystic mind moves
Gracious gifts groove
Cryptic calm croons
Beauty brings boon
Gain groovy grip
Time tickles trip
Wise wonder works
***** question quirks
Ask apt aura
Feel fine flora
Meet millions more
Subtle soul spores
Prize poignant proof
Taste touching truth
Bright blossoms bloom
Rich rapture rooms
Taste telling times
Right ripples rhymes
Leon Enriquez
24 May 2015
Singapore
The shadows whispering
In the silence I now sing
Hold me to their flames
The only comfort in this lasting pain
The words that can’t convey
The screaming in this place
Are love notes for the void
The only home left as I’m destroyed
Darkness in the light
Glowing in the night
Eyes that hold me still
The gazing truth my heart just can not kill
Nothing else to say
It still won’t go away
A stranger in my dreams
I wake to find that I no longer breathe
A horror that remains
It just won’t be erased
The loss of all that’s true
Breaks me down, but I’m still lost in you
Far too much to share
My reflection isn’t there
Sanity is gone
Another life where I just don’t belong
Frozen in stone a lion kneels in a sandbox built for four,
Guarding a gate to the galaxy which breathes beneath the floor.
Nearly thirty degrees north and thirty-one east,
On a map should your finger prick,
Shall be where one may find this beast,
Whose dry tongue gives a scratchy lick.
Nineteen and two thirds north and nearly ninety-nine degrees west,
The sun and moon stand with a serpent adorned in winged dress.
Between two lands that share a name,
Though they’re called by cardinal direction,
And above their center which we call the same,
There crumbles these three Dead erections.
At each location they were confused as crypts,
In truth they’re electromagnetic spirit ships.
Sailing by mystic and astronomical cartography,
Embalmed passengers travel via quantum topography.
Made of LAMb which goes well with jelly of MINT,
Tick-TAK-toe connected specks reveal such puzzling hints.
Align the lines within this rhyme to see between the middle,
To see that which I refer to in this pyramidal riddle.
You may not tend to believe me
Perhaps you’ll start to suddenly
Put your logic up on a shelf
Open your mind and let yourself
See things you never dared to see
The year here was 1901
An unknown battle had begun
No news on any TV show
Or Orson on the radio
Records hid, history undone
Bored of the Loch, Nessie came first
From below in the depths, she burst
Icy shards and chill waters flood
And a new taste for Yeti blood
What an abominable thirst
But Yeti was ready for her
Hiding in snow with camo fur
An ambush teamed up with Sasquatch
They tried to take it up a notch
She knew these two were amateur
Nessie had backup too you know
Have you met the Ogopogo?
The hairy duo past their prime
Put their BIG foot in it this time
Until swooped in a flying foe
The Mothman taking up the skies
Could anybody prophesize?
Even he began to pucker
When came the fabled goat-sucker
With Chupacabra laser eyes!
They battled on, these beasts of lore
A great and magic cryptid war!
No end with all sides immortal
Then they fought right through a portal!
One witness left shook to the core
Well that was me, I swear it’s true
After they vanished, no one knew
When they’d come back, or even where
If it had been you standing there,
Then the believer would be you.
June 14, 2022
Tall Tales 3: Quintilla Fantasy Fiction Poetry Contest
Sponsered by: Jeff Kyser
International terrorists in a figurative sense and growing numb to this slaughter...
Bewitched they believe that there is no god aside thee ? Fixations, fashioned figurines
Chanting off with their heads the middle class row his Cu Clux Plan from her Southern poll ?
Shouting someone get love's gun out of Bobbie Woe's hand; Guildman Saxe, these be foreign sands.
Now, I don’t know why,
he left without a word,
returned from the grave,
only to walk a road I could not follow.
Someone must have held his name closer,
spoken in a language I could not hear.
I watch them exchange unspoken truths,
a passerby in their quiet communion.
And now, I don’t know why,
she left without a word,
came back from the night,
holding a baby’s hands, still and cold.
So, I must let go,
accept the shape of my solitude.
No cryptic signs or fleeting gestures,
only clarity will chart my course.
I throw open the window,
invite the mercy of the wind.
I am a judge in search of justice,
an equivocator craving honest ground.
Void in dark spheres
Vileness draws near
Evil stakes breed
Madness sows seeds
Cryptic the vile
Watch harshness pile
Grim dread walks rounds
Feel fear stain ground
Plain sight fails now
Evil endows
One by one drowned
Bury the clowns
Good turns ugly
Vileness strikes free
Now run away
Fight not this day
Leon Enriquez
25 February 2016
Singapore
Cryptic and puzzling
Hard to understand
No one could figure it out
Nor did they have a plan
What we have here
Is a mystery
Nothing but dark clouds
Filled with ambiguity
Sifting and shifting through
The cryptic labyrinth of life
To unearth our destiny-
Driven by love.