Best Elusive Poems
The worldliness within the sphere
reflecting morning light,
as poignant as a single tear
idea bright is crystal clear
and frames the heavens in her sight
though soft the fall through night.
Settled 'pon a leaf flirtation
awakens dreamy mist,
sow the sweetest need sensation
clings a kiss in wild elation,
and though short-lived the earthy tryst
a reason to exist.
But rendezvous a bitter binge
though gentle loves cajole,
for soon the feel of daystar’s singe
O lifting dew from leafy fringe
no matter of the kiss they stole
the cosmos in her soul.
Deep the tender-hearted flower
whose muse elusive dew,
look how she shines this golden hour
evanescence is her power
as rays do make such moments few
alas, the mourners coo.
Susan Ashley
June 18, 2022
~ Fourth Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 7
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: Dewdrops
Sponsor: Angel L. Villanueva
*Required rhyme scheme: ABAABB CDCCDD EFEEFF GHGGHH
*Required syllable count: 868886
*rhymes checked: rhymezone
*syllables checked: howmanysyllables
*idea: 3 syllables per howmanysyllables*
Accidentally I stumbled on the hidden pool,
I saw her there among the sedge, so lovely and cool,
"Come swim with me," she smiled in an angelic way.
Euphorically my heart beat fast with radiant sway.
How fast I swam towards that heavenly vision,
Only to see her vanish in a colourful prism.
No rhyme
This time.
Re-thought
Still naught.
Read books
Got looks.
Brain nap
A sap?
More rest
Flunked test.
Online
Not fine.
Didn’t learn
Still yearn.
Free verse
Got worse.
Poet?
Forget.
Tried hard
No bard!
10/29/17
Outside my window,
the leaves are in a frenzy~
twirling, shaking and flying about
the wind just sending them off
in a scattered dance...
so similar to the
thoughts
chaotic in my mind
Sleep comes around,
but the dreams do not.
Or do they?
And I've forgotten them yet again.
They are but fleeting wisps for me...
iridescent ribbons of subconsciousness
winding through me,
teasing,
then eluding me
When I try to touch them,
my fingers ripple through a smoky haze
So real to me, yet intangible
Sometimes I wonder
whether I could pour something
over these dreams,
Splash! And they crackle,
crystallizing them, finally captured
Smooth, sharp, tangible
and then I change my mind,
since it doesn't feel right...
Like caging something
to admire its beauty
Somehow, even the word dream
seems so ethereal to me,
they are but soft whispers
weaving through my slumbering self
My dreams,
they have a voice
so melodic, yet incomparable
so beautiful, yet unrecoverable
My dreams,
they come in color
so alive, yet muted
so alive, yet unreal
My head touches the pillow,
and I sink into slumber,
a myriad of thoughts finally settling down,
as undulating curls of dreams rise up around me
Come to think of it,
this creates for me such a
fascinating image...
Myself enveloped in darkness,
with wispy colorful ribbons
floating by all around me
as I dream on...
a quick reprieve from reality
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Why can't it be found
Love! Stop eluding me.
Love is giving, caring, kind, patient, selfless...but why is it so elusive?
Am I not giving enough? Caring enough?
Am I not kind enough? Patient enough?
Do I not live a selfless life?
How much should one compromise?
How much does one sacrifice
How much more pain should one endure
Before it is said that love is found?
Where does one look for love?
And in whom will love be found?
How does one determine when love is truly found?
How worthy am I,
How worthy are you, to be loved?
Can this thing called L O V E be found?
Chasing the bliss sought by so many,
Running towards it with my legs going weary,
Carelessly I stumble upon a lot of disaster,
Because I thought I would acquire it even faster.
My tunnel vision allowed me to maim my own eyes,
To miss the bliss in a kind woman's guise,
For she was my beautiful kind loving friend,
Whose friendship I lost and forced to end.
I have been chasing the wrong kind of bliss,
For it was with my friend who I'll always miss,
Eternity my heart will never cease to chase,
Trapped in solitude in this empty barren space.
seeking elusive violets
in shadowy patches
beneath jacaranda trees
a window of sunlight fell upon you
desiring your favor
despite rapidly descending sky mists
our eyes connected momentarily
my caramel riveted to your mountain pine
misted veil dropping quickly
my carnal plans subverted
by humidity’s mood
rendering song
unto that which moves air
eddies, curls and swirls
soon swept the fog like curtain afar
gathering buttercream yellow anemones
coupled with heather thick ferns and leaves
a bouquet of forest wealth gathered for you
requesting you spend the season’s breath
with me
we summered and beyond
a petite blushing hand held mine
swimming lost in your windswept sea
blood in my veins surged
at a savory full smile
chest leaping when your lips
formed the name I carry
meadow green vision sipping of my affections
greedy for every pearl of my wine
Even now, the butterflies in stomach churn-
Forbidden fruits which love has failed for sure
Than something more than rarity can burn;
Remnants from ones gaze and wanting more.
AS tremble stricken flutters jolt the spine;
This love becomes my lifelong wish to feel
Elusive dreams to think that you're all mine
To constantly assume that this is real.
There's a purity the way your essence moves
My soul! With intrigue brings the beacon near,
And searching undulating labours smoothe
Sees patience as the virtue you must fear.
Those eyes of yours preceive to paradise,
Where memories of meeting you are found
In nightmares to emerge where they suffice
To disappear like rain inside the ground.
And here to offer much with this request -
Like something that my heart can do without
The mirage making way performance test
Is one I'm still involved with working out.
A harsh mistress to face each night,
reality dabbles in pain.
And at the very edge of fright,
you enter the Devil's domain.
Innocence morphs into a game
in a naive search for a friend.
And you've only yourself to blame
if there's no winner at the end.
Fantasies and wishes fool you
into thinking love's on its way.
Yet, you're feeling lonely and blue,
for smiles seldom come into play.
Love is an elusive feeling
that's skilled at hiding in plain sight.
And though it oft sets hearts reeling,
it can disappear overnight.
I reached up into my mind
but she skidded away
she was flirty and flighty with me
what can I say?
Another elusive thought came by
She was lost before I could even try
Three great writing prompts escaped me in the last minute or two.
Do your ideas often do this to you?
I stumble through the brambles and jaded shadows,
Straining to catch a glimpse of Your gleam thru the mists ...
For I know, sunlight - as hope - can peep through a wee hole.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Threesome" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
surreal dreamlike reality
unexpected to say the least
savoring prized moments
precious pearls strung one by one
with bated breath
deep in our heart we realize
and know all too very well
there can only be one first
there can only be one first
genuine in appreciating its gift
a rare form of blessing
in its purest sincerity
to stretch beyond infinity
now that we grasp
how precious
truly it can be
there can be only one first
of that we can be sure
and all considered most likely
most undoubtedly our last
carvings in the silk of time
ripples across the ocean
to somehow capture
treasure and immortalize
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Sleep
The sweet rest
Elusive to me
how i wish to find it
the elusive sleep
Deep inside my illusory dream, I wander
Restless, I roam in the wilderness of want
treading down a capricious path
charted by my heart, sanctioned by my soul.
What I seek is a time and place
where I beseech the sun to undress the stars,
dimming their golden glow long enough
that I might find a love in quiescence of slumber.
A rippling stream, I soon discovered~
my hand dipped into its cool water
when a trepid thought occurred to me...
What is a ripple without its rhythm,
but meandering waves with no place to go
inside this reverie where wild roses grow.
My pulse roused and quickened...
once aware eyes were watching me.
He was here ~ and entering my dream
My cheeks flushed, blushed with heat
I was tortured by the taste of touch
and felt him wake in this rose wilderness
And I ~ a bud ready to burst into bloom
He smiled, asking if I was a forest fae
or a proper princess in need of a noble knight.
It was the fire of desire that was lit in his eyes
that completely captured my heart.
His words, so softly spoken aroused a need in me...
that sensual way when from sleep one wakes
and aches for a tender touch and taste
Captured were my senses... recognition and submission
Pathos paid attention to my passion
Ethos gave credit to love within a dream
Logos ~ what logic is there to devotion?
I returned his smile with eyes matching his desire.
We spiraled through the night.
"Thank you, Sun for more hours of darkness."
Together we were entangled like twine.
Declarations he repeated, over and over until I spoke,
"If I am your refrain, let my name burn on your lips.
for there can be no fire without a flame.
I fear to wake and find you gone
from beside the rippling stream
and you, my alluring, elusive love ~
nothing more than a dalliance in my dream."
Funky Funkus For Fortunate Few
Real artists won't do alliteration
Modernist are we the folks
Seeking adoration
Post structuralism
Is the old order
Annihilated are the Sonnets
And poetic formations.
Conversing takes another dimension
Philosophising, Looping, interlinking
Elastic boundaries. Self-analysing.
Sociolinguistic inventions
Obeying but rejecting universal conventions.
Paradoxes reign in the world of poetic art
The art. The art. Why art thou so elusive?