Best Elysium Poems
In dreams of yonder, wishes wistfully conceive,
A cradle of lost tomorrows, where shadows sway;
To a realm unseen, where hearts believe,
Past where twilight’s lulling lullabies lay,
A world where reverie and reality secretly play.
Through the veil of verity…
…Aisling nocturnally creates,
Mountains of moonlight, rivers of rhyme,
A world untouched by changing tides and capricious fate.
In this land, where we lose track of all time,
A place where voices harmonize; oh, so surreal, so sublime.
A city of silence, a forest of fears,
The cloud-kissed towers, an ocean of sorrow,
Beneath twilight's gentle, silent tears.
An ephemeral world free of yesterdays and tomorrow,
A dreamscape unfolding where sleep freely borrows.
A tremor runs through castle walls,
A sigh escapes the forest deep,
Twilight's tears turn into calls
Of roosters waking from their sleep.
The ocean's sorrow shimmers pale
A canvas primed for sun's first brush.
The mountains, caught in morning's veil
Dissolves to silence, whispers hush.
As a new dawn dances
the dream dissipates
The illusion shatters
reality reinstates.
For the land was an Elysium delight
A mere mirage in the moonlit night.
Dissolving in dawn's delicate dance
…like a mist in morning sacred light.
Fading Starlight sifts through leaves, painting emerald shadows on the ground.
Lost in the morning's mellowness,
a sigh escapes,
the dream departs,
unrenown…
Though dawn reclaims the waking world,
a yearning in my heart resides,
For Elysium's lost melody,
where time and sorrow gently subside.
Categories:
elysium, dream, emotions, loss, memory,
Form:
Lyric
When your reflection, wearing nothing but
the dusty light, splashed out of the mirror,
I clearly understood that skies abut
inferno, that Elysium is nearer
than what is written in the books, that hell
is deeper, that such shameless nakedness,
such outspoken shamelessness foretell
doom of my soul, that your dark grey silk dress
lays out on the floor, that you don’t cast
a shadow, that the wings behind your back
are made of darkness, that my reared up lust
is too overt for you, that your long black
braids are entwined with serpents, that I stand
before you fully dressed, that those few
things I held dear – God, freedom, homeland –
don’t matter anymore, that I love you.
10.11.2019
Nude - Descending A Staircase Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John lawless
Categories:
elysium, love, lust,
Form:
Rhyme
1.
Within Elysium Fields, the souls of the dead find their peace but there are those souls who do not think they deserve such peace. Those already within Elysium sometimes try to bring these sad souls into the fold by extolling the beauty of Elysium.
Oh, beloved grace, open sapphire eyes,
standing now on emerald green expanse.
You are glory, within a paradise
where sun brightly shines, beauty you enhance.
Shadows mar my view of Elysium
Regrets I carry from a life wasted
There are no oaks or pretty psidium
Nectar of Norse Gods I’ve never tasted
Emerald green carpet reaches the sea,
where azure waters to horizon reach.
Up high on a hill your villa shall be,
where love and joy no darkness ever breach.
In a hovel I dwell, ruing mistakes
Elysium’s bright lights behind closed gates
No joy in my soul, just torment and aches
For a life filled with sin, nothing placates
Swim through the beauty which awaits your eyes,
into life's new dawn Elysium sings.
Those who enter with love find paradise,
find the peace that Elysium love brings.
Coveting rewards for those who lived well
Is the destiny of my own making
There is no escape from torments that befell
To think joy had been mine for the taking
07/01/2019
(Collaborative Poetry Series.)
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Categories:
elysium, dark, dream, fantasy, joy,
Form:
Rhyme
Silver-lined beckoning moon beams
dance along, disquieting sacred ground
unmasked by truth, barefoot unencumbered
broken promise-laden blue eyes.
You whispered flame into existence
as if a stark naked sheath of sparkling
midnight velvet skies, haunted in surreal angst
revealing the beauty I will never possess.
Lost in revelry, the tune continues to play
repetitiously, in tired mind and restless thought
raging ember pulse coagulating, until feelings whist
now eternally slowed, water breaks from horizon.
Restful reproach granted in heartbeat-time
the metronome of life, always captures its prey
succumbing in surrender, while the new dawn casts shadow
over an oyster-birthed pearl on a rainy day in love.
Categories:
elysium, conflict, deep, emotions, fear,
Form:
Free verse
elysian
adorned with faultless time-dream
bits of insight
trigger dim emotions
memory gives warmness
spooky how light needs
haziness to thrive
drew me away from
odyssey I cling to
Inner peace exists in the sky
awaken the sun
egg-yellow in tone
In the midst of
oceanic aurora with blue shells
Half bleared-eye
embraced in soul stance
of shrewdness
as though prevail
intertwined
In a vast ocean of you
forgotten rootless
cast to the verge
we each
without lacking land
Written: June 24, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
elysium, analogy, appreciation, dream,
Form:
Other
I close my weary eyes
Holding onto the hope
Of not having to cope
Not a mintue longer
Without you by my side
Not expierencing
The warm look in your eyes
The tingling rush of your finger tips
That would grip my hair tight
To stop you from slipping into the night
Biting your bottom lip
As a pinch to yourself
To see if it was real
The dream of love we felt
And now that you are gone
I only wish to die
Your image fades from my mind
Sometimes I see it clear,
The sun is skillfully stroking it set in the sky
As my feet float down the road across the tuscan country side
I ever so gently sense the wildy grown wheat
Tickling these troubled lines engraved in the palm of my hand
I playfully pick one out of the land and pluck the grains
I look up and in the distance is where she waits
But there she remains peacefully strolling through the calming field
In a white cotton dress that tails off in the wind and
wearing a small confident smile that makes my yearning heart yield
Whispering in my ear that soon I will make it home
But my Life's journey must continue down this God paved road
I awake with the longing of her, But with so much to do
I need God's strength for one more day to get through
Categories:
elysium, adventure, angst, art, childhood,
Form:
Lyric
Stone masks,
hung with the withered wreath of perception,
a God of thorns,
words lost in the haze of greed;
their eyes are sculptures of time’s memorial view.
Jerking silhouettes of fire’s dance,
circling the flames in time,
new music from a dying star,
rips away the mask,
a face in hand;
waved in firmament contempt.
Facade’s expression,
writhing in the fingers of vice,
held aloft in offering,
no blooded lamb of sacrifice,
we bleed our tears for the modern Gods,
drawing flint knives across the throat of clocks,
hour glass gore spills at the feet of Elysium,
behold the timeless progeny,
children of Dystopia’s tears;
the legacy of our war.
©David Nickle Read
All Rights Reserved By The Author
Categories:
elysium, humanity, peace, political, war,
Form:
Free verse
2.
Within Elysium dreams shining bright,
a shining song of love our hearts do play,
peace and joy are found in the velvet night.
In starlight glades our hearts do shine love-light,
as hand in hand we walk love's golden way,
within Elysium dreams shining bright.
Before the moonlight our hearts now take flight,
as on golden wings we fly from the day,
peace and joy are found in the velvet night.
Together in love we do share the night,
from moonlight and stars we shall never stray,
within Elysium dreams shining bright.
In Elysium dreams you are love's sight,
but you must go by the dawn of the day,
peace and joy are found in the velvet night.
Love's joy can be found within dreams delight,
passion can sing love shall never delay.
Within Elysium dreams shining bright,
peace and joy are found in the velvet night.
23/12/2018
(Within The Depths Of Sapphire Eyes Series)
Categories:
elysium, dream, love, moon, night,
Form:
Villanelle
Here lies beautiful Elysium
It shines from your brightest of eyes
Flutters lightly as you blink
And cures my most anguished of cries
Because love is a beautiful idea
Causes all anguish and pain
Removes all hopes and inhibitions
But I would go through it again
But no more of this love, unrequited
But it seems that its all that I get
I'll throw myself at it one more time
But I know it will lead to regret
Could you, or you
And your deceit and lies
Take pity on this fool
And show me loves juiciest side
I will not hold all these wild desires
I cannot stop this need to be loved
So my depravity knows no bounds
Till your grace falls from above
For here lies beautiful Elysium
It shines from your brightest of eyes
How long is this night without you
A wish, and a whirlwind of sighs.
Categories:
elysium, lovebeautiful, beautiful,
Form:
Quatrain
A celebration was held by the Angels,
Heavenward late yesterday night.
And hide from the moon spirit labels,
Eyes staring in the twilight as first light.
They needed to escape animosity,
And stay away from bitter anger.
They took a dim moon with velocity,
I held my fun back with a sharp clangor.
The moon and heavenly body in the rearview,
They inspire a mad dash for the host star.
I am in the spirit realm of my bare gyps too,
Join the sun club and cross where you are.
Watch out for brimful smiles and sharp gazes,
How to hypnotize where sun is in a saffron blaze.
Straight hair and a toned body were striking,
It erodes and dulls, you can't view a liking.
A wicked beast hunts humans for their flesh,
She will do it again and the tale will start afresh.
Nobody was aware of her murderous tally,
Hundreds may have fallen into an alley.
And, as you slept quietly in that stance,
She sneaks into the kitchen, sing, and dance.
A steak knife was used to cut the meat,
She will slice your neck and kill you with conceit.
Written: October 15, 2022
Captivation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Categories:
elysium, adventure, analogy, bereavement, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
Embarking on this dreamer's vessel
to find an Elysium never discovered by Man,
and as adventurous as Columbus was:
enamored with the passion of discovery,
I will find,by error,what other thought was an impossibility;
and without that elusive feeling, I'll sail
to the imaginary shore of Paradise,
to admire the emblazoned sunset...
Enacting drama, when thoughts confound,
will help keep my sanity constantly afloat...
and relying on my empiricism, as many have,
is a sure sign of the elements I will confront;
gifts of exquisite beauty I'll bring back
to elevate the saddened soul of the impatient,distrusting empress:
hoping she will show empathy, not bitterness!
Wind, pick up your currents and make my sails continuously flap!
Elysium, be reachable and embrace my cause...
not to let me despair any longer and die like amber,
exalt my vibrant spirit to emancipate these doubts and fears;
how will an hopeless captain affirm his convictions
when his affidavit becomes void and null?
Elysium, I rely on your generosity and friendly gesture,
to hasten my arrival on your grass-covered soil,
and should rain fall, I'll rinse myself in your pure waters!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Categories:
elysium, devotion, faith, hope, imagination,
Form:
Ottava rima
Stand before you take a bow,
think about us then and now.
Grant the sun another set
to polish this serrated day.
Show me what you can deduce
for splintered love we thrust obtuse.
If merged as one we do attempt
to leave this path we've led astray.
Do redeem the wayward doe,
with staunch eyes on grievous crow,
haunting skylines absent truth;
The once divine, nevermore.
To perceive pure innocence
is to pursue true penitence;
birthing promiscuous saints
from every celibate whore.
Categories:
elysium,
Form:
I know a place where time and space
Seem but faint trace of endless grace.
I know a feel that glows and fills
A gentle thrill with kind goodwill.
I know a lot beyond all thought
Where play and plot seem a dull spot.
I know a smile that ever styles
My earthly miles beyond mere wiles.
I know a voice that echoes poise
That prompts my choice in fond rejoice.
I know a sum that calms and comes
To hint in psalm a lovely balm.
I know a touch in joy and nudge
That means so much to me as such.
I know a rhyme that flings all time
In mystic mimes that spring all chimes.
I know a truth that hurls beauty
In placid proof of ecstasy.
I know a face that follows me
In time and space to set me free.
I know a love that calls to me
Below, above, kind and lovely.
I know a friend who tells me how:
Of grandeur's trend, of splendour now.
Leon Enriquez
21 January 2015
Singapore
Categories:
elysium, blessing,
Form:
Couplet
End highlights clear the way beyond,
Meet wonder then in crystal light;
Buzz of light years to dwell upon,
Rise up just when the touch floods right;
Allow that glimpse to show the way,
Calm stillness sites the hidden veil;
Explore that dream that surely stays.
Expect to cite what good prevails,
Light from light grows to shape all stuff;
Yes start within to know all things,
Sense surreal show that facts enough;
Intuit unseen first-cause that sings,
Urgent the pact to bridge each span,
Motive funds act to understand.
Leon Enriquez
14 April 2016
Singapore
Categories:
elysium, allusion,
Form:
Sonnet
Nevermore the river styx shall ye reach
The trickster has played his tricks leaving your bones to bleach
Take ye heed in life be fair or in death the raven will steal your fare.
Categories:
elysium, bereavement, dark, death, funeral,
Form:
Rhyme