Best Elopes Poems
In moments of despondent spirits I turn to you,
the resplendent paradise of secret dreams anew.
The opalescent orchard orchestrates tender hopes,
like cuddling chrysanthemum my fading fear elopes.
Bursting bubbles of beguile blossoms sprinkle love,
frivolous faith nurtures nascent nest of white dove.
I find solace in sumptuous serenades through storms,
in symphony of mellowed streams, my anxiety reforms.
Intertwined petals of Cynthia and magnolia waltz,
undressing my weariness to dissolve draped faults.
Butterflies blissfully slip into alluring aurora,
a healing touch melts my heart in gleaming aura.
A sapphire gem dropped by the albatross as rain,
absorbs my tormented memories in nascent vervain.
The seeds of lavender mellows in whispers strum,
silk strings of your fir-kissed ensnaring soft hum.
How gracefully my soul dances behind velvet dew,
as Asteria and Aphrodite fuse their worlds anew.
In the vineyard of blushing lullabies in light,
my musk-soaked pages flip with snowflakes bright.
The oceans of my universe peek into a shore afar,
dripping in crevices of my sanctuary as your star.
I doze off to a euphony of embraced fingers in sleep,
this secret paradise, our eternal promise I'll keep.
August 17, 2020
Sanctuary Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 1st Place
Was here yesterday morning, disappeared this afternoon
Gone a certain aegis, like the wearing off of perfume
See nothing can last forever, time elopes with esprit
Winds of change unchangeable, mother nature’s a banshee
I don’t want to think about tomorrow, no… not just yet
Trying to cling onto some zeitgeist, it fades I forget
Memories and pictures pique me, dreams I can second guess
Moments are all but snuffed out, building up to more duress
Coming apart at the seams, disintegration follows
My need to retrieve zest, pukes up bits I cannot swallow
I’m just a trier who failed, however that’s not the point
Takes a man to face his losses, sorry to disappoint
And in the end we all know it, life’s our true living hell
Next week I’ll be back in heaven, to its one prison cell
The stranger is strange, pariah, leper sounds offbeat,
Neither truculent, nor relevant, all destined to encounter the doomed relic;
The bizarre outlander, alien to stimulate the instant pulse-beats!
The uninvited hobnobber, one despises to welcome in routine frolic.
The stranger is unsolicited, the object of latent fear,
As strange may be the ways of the unbidden ones' intentional cares!
The stranger is unfaithful: weird to tranquility, comfort and cheer,
For the sceptical one, we become anxious by a mere fateful encounter!
The stanger lies in our conscience; in a distant land in paradoxical disguise.
Masquerade, the image generates an uncanny fear to sigh!
Sounds delinquent to subjugate the wires of prudent conscience!
Nonetheless, cogitates as usurper of peace; an ineffable parti pris.
Self-centred, they are loquacious, spell bound like con stars;
Babbles from the masks, camouflages as the epitomes of pretenders.
Unknown, unfamiliar, stirs alarms not to mingle, to be away, to be cautious.
In disguise, comes the alleged stanger to ruin ones' peace to shudder and shatter.
But the most alarming of all preconceived archetypes, are the strangers:
Who lingers on, as routine friends and well wishers,
On whom we doted on, are the real dear strangers,
Who by feigning friends, acted quisling, an obvious stranger!
'Hold!' sometimes left us dumbfounded with their insensible fickle deeds;
Even when the unknown stanger might spare and stand by us in awful needs!
When our intimate ones deny to wink at the distress;
While busy in spilling the beans, our woes go unnoticed by the feigned well-wishers.
Indeed! They are the untagged apparent strangers, fugitives in our trials.
Beware of those strangers, whom we adore as near and dear ones, 'bosom friends,'
the agnates and cognates, to entitle the crown, “an actual stranger" who elopes in tmes of miseries!
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Stretching at the very heavens are the braches of autumn,
It is becoming the season of death, and mother natures promise
Of rebirth is with drawing, leaving nothing behind but stilled
Whispering echoes.
The very ground itself grows fidgeted, as winters icy finger tips
Strangle at earths raw under belly, finally it yields to the pains
Agony and nature lies slain, forced into hibernation’s sleep, until
Spring breath will awaken it at last, with resurrection’s sweet kiss of life
Once more.
A screeching black raven clings to the darkening skies, one by one do
These harvengers of death land atop the trees icy prongs that bend and
Brake beneath their feather weight of distain.
Dark eyed demons ever watching, waiting unto the night takes passion
Of this world of the living, these sentinels of the demonic peck, and strike
At one another with anticipations things to come by night.
A stilled silence blankets the forest; nothing stirs except the creaking of
The ice in a near by stream, on the path a sobering wind rustles at the deadened
Leaves that crackle in the fall breeze.
It so creeps forward the feeling of uneasiness, the soft breath blowing against
The back neck hairs of humanity, a lumbering heaviness boggs down the air itself,
Almost choking the life from all living things in the surrounding venue.
Excited the black birds take winged flight, soaring screeching, announcing it
Comes, it comes!!
Shuttering nature pulls its white snow covering over its very head, she even
Wishes not to see, this true face of evil that cometh forward, the ethereal trap
Door has been triggered, and what elopes onwards cannot be stopped by
Any powers on earth.
Blow does the trumpets of heaven, angels take to the winds of destiny, beckoning
The evil to with draw, but it mocks at them, screaming in a howling’s rebuking,
I listen not to the likes of thee!!
Then a light unseen for many a millennium comes forward, it is the light of
Everlasting salvation, then creature of darkness shall thee do battle with me,
Nay I will with draw, backwards from winnest it came it vaporizes and disappears.
In the woods there is a path, never to crossed by humanity, their thou shall not
Step, for the essence of evil’s cold chill still lingers, in the autumn chilling wind.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Life is a magnificent gift from the nature
Which the humans are enjoying forever
Uninformed of the secrecies that cover
Make it an enigmatic and baffling poser.
Epochs have disappeared by thousands
In solving the riddle of life by humans
Although he claims of substantial gains
Some tangible accomplishment remains.
The human striving to know life continues
Though the location and technique varies
Oddly, the key for its meaning still elopes
That disturbs man’s intellect with unease.
Humankind has seen many a truth-seeker
Yet, the life remains to be known deeper
For the truth about life is not wholly clear
It is a puzzle wrapped in dilemma’s cover.
Still, life itself stimulates the individual
To unravel its secrets with a call universal
Many have toiled to make it explainable
Yet, as on today, it remains unfathomable.
Moon in my living room.
Our reflection would do the same.
Then your teal pulse,
Harried by a singing wind,
Elopes in your ears,
Right where I kiss you.
She feels like chicken tonight
With Marmite toast
A welcome break
From green roast
A pound on the hip
You need to lose
Squeeze your achnes
And purchase a bra
Trigonometry
Is her heart's desire
And Shakespeare's prose
Squeeze your achnes
And purchase a bra
Echoes in her ears
Your suitor
In the parlour
The only gal
To know her alphabet
A kindly neighbour
Taught her to read
"Schools are for the city folks
Oriantel dance and
Amorous prose
You need to learn!
We need your dowry;
Your daddy is in his death bed."
Her mama said
"This is the gypsy way
For a millennia!"
So she keeps her hips slim
And masters amorous prose
A fool she was not;
She elopes
To the bright lights of the city
A job in the café
Then night schools
Learning Shakespeare's prose
Love affairs
Within the heart not only love
Depth of ocean space far
Cumulative wish compressive being,
Can stay longer longer
Granary of love, tremendous wide,
One can stick all over life
Melodious love heart rending wails
All immerse from the heart
Those big people have immensely dignified
Lay out of heart on never ending praise
If wished to hide it gives you place
When to evoke reject like stale
So generous it is like things
Never cares it benefits or harms
Those mind which can love to all
In next time becomes deadlier killer
Dumb it is, stuns again
Whatever you beg it pours full
No sense it has
Bumps in the head
Sometimes fatal open
It likes killings, failure to all thinking
Self is monarch of all
Sneaks so soon if smells wrong
Elopes from lovelier claim
No one can define secrets of love affairs
Those lovers have hid along the lives,
Love affairs are amazing games.
Sunshine smiling smarties on sugary snowy slopes
Eating éclair evenings where everyone elopes
Cotton Candy climbing with cascading caramel
Delicious dancing donuts devilishly desirable
Jumping jealous jellybeans jousting with the jujubes
And tasty toffee truffles taunting the tootsie roll tubes
What a Wonderful Wunderbar World of Mr. Willy Wonka
A virile victorious vision before we get to the Vodka.
Feb.18.2017
Just a Little Bit of Sugar -Contest
Sponsored by: Debbie Guzzi
DOUBT ME IF YOU WILL
_______________________
Sun will cease to shine.
Twlight she looses her blush.
Moon she losses her sheen.
Stars have lost their glitter.
My face has lost its smile.
Hope elopes with darkness.
I have no where to hide.
My vision conceives Mirages.
My feet feels like a ton.
My life moves in slow motion.
Meaning and Words they no longer hold hands.
Mankind perishing around me.
Intoxicated by sadness.
Fear is mocking at me.
Mortality is calling, with open arms.
She just wants to hug me once.
She seems to be lonely.
But I will not concede.
Trees and plants are naked.
leaves have divorced them.
Fumes of desolation fills the air.
My lungs have forgotten to breathe.
Like a convict who longs for freedom,
my heart pounds my chest.
There will be no butterflies,
bees or Humming Birds.
No nectar for them to sup.
No flowers will bloom.
Pollination becomes extinct.
Bird will cease to Exist,
They find no insects to feed.
Herbivorous creatures perish.
No grass or plants to graze.
Carnivorous predators wither,
no herbivores creatures to sustain their life.
Vulnerable Humans are their only prey.
When sense abandons the mind.
Ecology has lost its balance.
Sea will rise, since evaporation ceased.
As the sun, he lost his crown.
The earth will slowly disappear.
Waters will rise and embrace this sphere.
Life has lost its charm.
Because of doubt.
A pigment of colourful mind.
Fundamental, humane flaw of this mortal race.
Like my friend philosopher and guiding light.
Late, KHALIL GIBRAN, says.
Quote:
DOUBT IS A PAIN TOO LONELY
TO KNOW THAT FAITH IS HIS TWIN BROTHER
Unquote.
And further amplifies, by saying.
Quote :
LOVE AND DOUBT HAVE NEVER BEEN ON SPEAKING TERMS
Unquote.
I hope DEATH embraces DOUBT.
Discrete Haiku 3
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Look up and see
Rainbow allure;
Sunny surprise
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Let us go now
Daybreak awaits;
New horizons
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Listen now
Birdsong prayer;
Light of day
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Morning offering
Peach and muffin;
Gratitude speaks
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Words in patterns
Easy release;
Heart owns lines
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Three simple lines
Experience gels;
Momentary awareness
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Sudden surge
Words attest;
Nimble nuances
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Darkness elopes
Dawn comes swiftly;
Golden mean
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Sleepy stillness
Nothing stirs yet;
Groggy moments
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Leon Enriquez
23 November 2015
Singapore
It's a wonder young children still turn out all right
With the stuff that gets crammed in their heads every night.
Things like visions of sugar plum fairies and sprites,
Or a thousand tales of Arabian delights,
A frog who turns prince with a kiss from a lass,
A girl who goes dancing in slippers of glass,
A cow that gets high and jumps over the moon,
A crockery dish that elopes with a spoon,
A boy who can fly but refuses to grow,
A difficult girl who plants maids in a row,
A magician who wants to trade old lamps for new,
A woman so poor she must live in a shoe,
A waif who sells matches out in the cold,
A king who can touch things and turn them to gold,
A dog, an old woman, a cupboard that's bare,
A girl locked in a tower, a ladder of hair,
A magical wheel that spins gold out of straw,
A guy helps a lion with a thorn in its paw,
A girl wearing red visits grandma who's resting,
Finds a wolf in her nightdress and Granny digesting,
Three kids and a wardrobe, three men share a tub,
A brave tailor kills seven mean flies with a club,
An archer makes merry with men in the woods
While relieving the rich of their money and goods,
Kind huntsman, fair princess, a vain evil queen,
Seven dwarves, and a prince who gets caught in between,
Hateful fairy, a baby, a hundred-year snit
'cause her name's accidentally left off a guest list,
A piper who lures out of town rodent varmints,
An emperor with new but invisible garments,
A farmer's wife butchers three handicapped mice,
A house drops on top of a witch who's not nice,
While another with gingerbread children seduces
Then gets baked by some twins in her own savory juices,
A giant and a beanstalk, a cat who wears boots,
A wolf who's outfoxed by three pigs in cahoots,
A bad little boy who sticks fingers in pies,
And another of wood whose nose grows when he lies.
There are others, of course, far too many to mention,
But I hope these will serve to excite some attention.
With stories like these knocking 'round in their heads,
It's no wonder if kids toss and turn in their beds.
Yet throughout countless ages these stories survive,
Kids listen, and dream them, and still wake up alive,
No worse for having been charmed or affrighted,
Imaginations are stoked, little minds are ignited,
And continue to hold them in dear veneration
As they pass them along to the next generation.
The end of the road
As the twilight of sunset
elopes into blackness,
Nature blows its trumpet
spreads veils of darkness,
Fragrance of soft breeze
diffuses into vastness,
Chirps and all shrieks
end in deep quietness,
My passionate heart weeps
embraces an absolute zero,
I lie amongst those creeps
soul sinks in aqua deeps,
My blood turns to frost
I return to heavenly abode,
Standing I am, entirely lost
as if at the end of the road.
Written Jan 5th, 2017
For contest by Nicola
When somebody's child fails
others say ,marks do not determine life
When somebody's child elopes
people say love is blind
When somebody's child is eliminated in an interview
people say there are thousands to come
When somebody's child tops an exam
people blame it on the "too easy exam"
When somebody's child marries a good rich man
people say it won't last
When somebody's child becomes a company head
people scan the newspapers for a corruption scam
Its easy to advise somebody's child easy to feel for somebody's child
I wish i always remain somebody's child..........
Dawn lights
The way again;
Birds sing
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Joy awakes
A new day;
Adventures await
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A clear mind
Mirrors well;
Peace speaks plain
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Night elopes
Day shines brightly;
Shadows flee
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Paper sheet
Blank muse sits;
Crisp words glide
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Bird duet
Morning offering;
Sacred joy sums
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Words come
Fragments meet;
Poems spill out
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Sit still now
Wait upon words;
Verse patchwork swirl
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Time and space
Potential sleeps;
Dawn hurls mystery
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Leon Enriquez
06 November 2015
Singapore