Best Elopement Poems
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But, of course, I had no dizzying towers
To burn...only bridges; and they were torched
Years ago in the urgency of my direst hours;
Along with so many mighty battlements sacked,
Countless golden fields scorched...
Afterall -- it was the age of Bronze!
I should have well known that in the flight
Of birds, in each cold dawns pale grey light,
I would eventually come to see the unalterable
Fates of Wilusha's last Imperial Scions:-
Tottering precariously - on the brink -
A world in crisis! Then the elopement...
Did you not once stop to carefully think
It through? Giddied no doubt by bestowment
Of that accursed title; just as if it were the
Same giddying rush
You have experienced from the heady
Potency of a full bodied, Oaked Chardonnay.
The coy performance at being required to strip --
An inner excitement at your self's shamed
Nakedness! The obvious insincerity on display
When receiving an invite to dine at the gaudy
Little bistro; your hot skin noticeably flushed
With the delirium of wine; frequently
Pressed to partake of yet another glass;
There was, he casually said, much to be
Desired in a pleasurable rape. Her audible gasp...
As if, from that roadside window, she was
Suddenly staring out over the idyllic plains
Of mythical Arcadia;
His eloquent assurances artfully calculated
To lend themselves to a distressful behaviour.
Hope and
Hold the dream
Or you will die fast
Life is the name of-
struggling frantic procession, chaotic crowd,
lunatic tsunami of the ocean, scream on the
broken coast, scorching sunlight, ghostly
thunderstorm, corpse lines for covid-19,
war face of country to country, scenery of poverty,
where you can lose yourself unanimously
So, hold the dream fast or you will die easily
Life is the name of-
winter shawl of father, prayer-mat of mother,
morning tea time of spouse, child’s undue demands,
beautiful dawn of dewdrops, songs of flying birds,
autumnal sun, Buddhist full-moon, love at first sight,
elopement flight, honeymoon night, smiles in bridal bower,
where you can lose yourself without a true life’s fair
So, hold the dream fast or your will die with vanity care
Life is the name of-
a poetry, mixed up poetry morning, sipping tea through
the gap of poet’s eyeglass, benumbed body of the newspaper
on the corridor’s table, banded together bathing of ducks,
velvet touching of blooming flower, reddish sky canvas of twilight,
lights of the evening lamp, prayer of crickets in deserted room,
where you can lose yourself in self-indulgence dome
So, hold the dream fast or your will die without wisdom
They say, "poet lives in future, the reader in present and critic in past"
I say, "live in truth with hope, hold the dream and care the dream fast"
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
09/11/2022
Behold, this beauty that i see.
Her silhouette at eventide,
As sunset frames an old oak tree.
True hope,i pray on bended knee.
To ask if she will be my bride.
Behold this beauty that i see,
She laughs and says "yes let it be
Before we sail on morning tide"
As sunset frames an old oak tree,
Her father shot, and blinded me.
I fired back; but, my true-love died.
Behold, this beauty that i see
In thoughts of her,and where is she,
So evergreen; and by my side
As sunset frames an old oak tree.
Sweet memories, when i was free
To gaze in wonder, now denied.
Behold, this beauty that i see
As sunset frames an old oak tree.
2/ 24/ 2015.
Sun and moonlight mix.
Eloping during twilight.
Dusk consumation!
Love isn’t amorousness,
Nor is it hunger nor thirst,
With vehemence, I insist: Love is a perpetual motion machine
O! Break! Break! Break! My Hardened Heart!
Be shattered by Love,
And let all your disquietude be shaken out of you, like candy out of a pinata!
E*very time you sacrifice something lesser for something greater, that is Love
From the beginning, nothing you were taught will ever matter more
Find in your heart the beginning, then work Love into practical things
Erupt! With Joy! At the presence, near, of the Beloved
Receive Her as though this new day will be your last
Veneration may be for sillies or fuddies but DO it
Elopement is all the way for the strong of heart
Sight fails, and then the hands learn to know the face of the Beloved
Crying verses with bell-like tongues fly out of those who yearn for Love's Purity
Energy-in-motion is never big enough or beautiful enough to sing Her Name
Near-to-Death, no heart, ever, does not prize it most
Clearly, clean clinical classifications cloy, clot and clutz the fervidness of Love
E*very time you sacrifice something lesser for something greater, that is Love
And now, to the subject of reverence…
When her body is a holy temple before you,
When you must wash your hands and feet and face before you approach her
When you joy to fluff her pillows or your breath catches, when you touch her
face,
When all of her is Divine unto you, and Delightful, and Dear
THEN
That is the beginning of Love!
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* NOTE: 'effervescence' is spelled out, like in an acrostic poem
2/8/2019
Submitted for: Free Verse On Love -- 10 Words Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Lu Loo
The royal chambermaid and the young warrior, fleeing the wrath of the heavenly palace, were flying low, their robes trailing through the air like colourful ghosts. Their elopement to the earthly domain had been condemned by the celestial throne, and now the soldiers of the pursuing army, forbidden to descend any further into the dwelling place of mortals and beasts, the line between heaven and earth being inviolable, had massed in the sky, each with a white cloud underfoot, their eyes following the desperate flight of the fugitives, two bright specks sweeping over the barren landscape far, far below. The commanding general raised his sword.
Deserting the blue,
Match made in heaven, earthbound,
Gravity of love.
The two lovers could sense that the end was near. Flying huddled together, his arm around her shoulders, they looked into each other’s eyes, a wistful smile on their lips, the wind pushing a thin strand of the chambermaid’s hair onto her face like the track of a tear. To die next to each other, just above the realm where they could be human about their love, was the second best fate they could have wished for.
Doomed by human hearts,
Celestials embracing fate,
Flight interrupted.
The sky darkened. A million jade arrows poured straight down from the heavens, blocking out sun and hope, whistling through the air, a shrill dirge, then smashed like thunderbolts into the land, their shafts and feathers quivering in a green fury at having been sunk in this filthy turf forever. Presently, deep in their midst, out of the trembling, seedless earth, appeared a pair of mysterious red flowers that, through the numberless winters since, have refused to wither.
A merciless sky,
A deluge of green arrows,
Bamboo forest sways.
First date
Is most lingering
And the most memorable
Happenings in ones’ life
Especially to anyone
Who has fallen in love!
When the first date
Happened in ones’ first love!
It is an unforgettable
Moment in ones’ life, there’s the killjoy and the escort
Consider the many anxieties
The first kiss followed with many other more
The sensuality and the success,
Sometimes the tragedy and trauma ending a first love
The prelude and the postlude
Everything in the deep recesses of the mind and heart.
Which date a culmination of elopement and unplanned marriage
The unmentionable the precedent superseded by a bigger event.
The behind the scenes back-up by denials and alibis and escapades!
The hideaways of movies and parks
The torrid kissings, the necking, and pettings
The secret personal meeting
And the discovery…the upheaval and the infantisizing stage!
You never know and you’ll never forget!
Dalila Agtani
7/4/11
(Wimpole Street, in the West End of London,
has been the scene of many interesting events,
from the elopement of Elizabeth Barrett Browning
to The Beatles composing "Help!")
The Long, Unlovely Street
It’s such a straight and long, unlovely street,
not quite the retail zone, not quite the mouth
of Regent’s Park. It plumbs a line north-south,
where Mayfair and more middling London meet.
Come walk with me on Wimpole, feast your eye
on blue ceramic plaques, as thick as leaves
that strew the brooks so loved by Freddie Treves,
where tall town houses shoulder out the sky!
Elopements, easements, songs of yesterday,
bereavements, human elephants and more:
we’ll see enchantment pour from every door,
and find a little help along the way.
Where legal precedent meets Mersey Beat,
come tramp the straight and long, unlovely street.
hot days unlikely
as colored leaves fall pretty
indian summer
though glimpsing the fall
late summer's still at the gate
love songs in the trees
beautiful encore
a rich hued, bloom revival
in surprise sunshine
laughter out of doors
though the green dream is fading
autumn elopement
(Dedicated this writing to the merciful birthday of the greatest love of the earth Mevlânâ Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi. 30th September is the auspicious birthday of this ever greatest spiritual icon.)
My Death is My Wedding Night- RUMI
In the unstructured body of the rosy sky
the love river is flowing to assuage the frantic heart
the stars of the west show the dance of Sufi
where the souls of east are rejuvenated
You died before the earthly birth in the flute of love
where beloved gets rebirth to be enraptured
No stain on this ground soil, no sin the elopement is
where the thorns are rotten, the love is God
Who knew the ancient mystery of the love
where your all bookish knowledge were invalid
When the semen of your intoxicated devout wisdom
The master of soul offered you to birth lac of lovers
From that time still- the death of love is the wedding night
and the wedding night is the birth of eternal loving reunion
-01.10.2020 Chattogram
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Note: -
Mevlânâ Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi, (September 30, 1207, Balkh, Afghanistan - December 17, 1273, Konya, Turkey ) also known as Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Balkhi and more popularly simply as Rumi, was a 13th-century Persian poet, faqih, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi mystic originally from Greater Khorasan in Greater Iran. The Masnavi, or Masnavi-ye-Ma'navi, also written Mathnawi, or Mathnavi, is an extensive poem written in Persian by him
You forgot the lines
and lineage. Getting all
or nothing, pulling away at the umbilical cord,
seeking liberty to commit a sin
or feeling liberated after committing the sin.
The tone embodies the elopement, unbound,
to invent the disorder
and divide the provocation.
Night was approaching with few stars,
flowing like the squealing of a dark saint,
blameless, under the thin breath
of the dying sun.
Into the orphanage enters the day
riding on the dust of history.
My journey begins into time
to change into another tomorrow.
SATISH VERMA
_Eventide Elopement_
an avalanche night
sprinkles on earth in delight
majestic sweetness
Haiku
Line 1--5 syllables
Line 2-7 syllables
Line 3_5syllables
*avalanche can be used as a
synonym for blizzard*
August 22, 2019
From the milky crimson rosy sky
The buds come to make a dream
To my eyes of hearty love to dye
The beloved soul to be closed rim
The rippling heart dances on a bud
Womb to seize the soul of true love
By the scythe moonlit with a squad
In the closest veins to free fine dove
Snowflakes on the white city bridge
With the star-studded southern air
Touches the heart of cathedral miss
To make the pavements of closed fair
Blue icicles on the wildflower to grip
The midnight of the elopement chills
To imbue the wrist with palm in trip
For closing the celestial being in a reel
Shining sun on a mauve cloud shelters
The footprints on the derelict pebbles
To make a canvas of momentum her
Closer to staying fine longest honorable
Nature grows to decorate everything fairly
Our love grows to enjoy the closeness fully
February 19, 2023
Closer to fine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
I eat to live
I drink to live
I'm in merry making for mind healthy
here
the flowing river
the floating unseen winds
the tranquil chirping of magpies
the blooming mango flowers
the spring fresh leaves
the elopement of bee with butterfly
the flapping wings of grasshoppers
the lazy sitting of crows on the perch
the back to home smiling appealing damsel
everything, everything of nature
gives me healing power inside heart,
increases my healthy tenderness to the maiden earth
magnolia in maidenhead greets me
to the grove of dignity, nobility and purity
of womanly beauty and gentleness
I've touched the heart of thirty three springs
but every winter gave me taste of death
and the daffodil revives me,
incarnates in the idiosyncratic love;
daisy and dandelion carry me to your loyal love
with faithfulness where death comes
but as the eternal rebirth
-January 29,2020 Chattogram
Elopement through the dry heart
One nightfall
Or the flower
I seize
In the pungent processions
Of the winter dew
The lamppost cries for
The enlightenment
In the field of epoch-making poetry
The whispers shout
For a loving verse
With the dawn awakening
The eyes loitering for
A peaceful sleeping
Freedom becomes
Yellow envelope of
Never reaching
©Mahtab Bangalee
9th January, 2025