Best Emollient Poems
Her name was Anarkali,
an eloquent carnival of legendary beauty.
a dancer in the court of Emperor Akbar.
Deep russet rouge blushed her red,
a silky smile on her rosy peach cheeks
rich, sensual and seductive...
With the sweet scent of jasmine, and
festal moonlight of crystal starred sky,
the damsel danced her way to Salim's heart.
A charmed Prince reverberated in her dreams
in rhythm of a daisy swaying in his breeze.
Entranced in her emollient ecstasy
Captured in the cage of her beautiful eyes.
Love blossomed like a dazzling wildfire.
But a sinister callous world, was eager to kill.
Passion handcuffed by shackled royal ego,
Anarkali was sentenced to be entombed alive.
Behind a wall of stones and prison bars,
Blood still throbbed her myriad unseen scars.
As vibrant colors of a sunset blurred,
An enslaved moth danced to flames of death.
As chimes of Ghungroo* muffled in mutenes,
An enslaved soul emancipated in darkness.
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Anarkali in Urdu means Pomegranate blossoms
*Ghungroo is an ornament of bells worn as anklets by dancers.
The love story of Prince Salim ( Mughal Emperor Jahangir) and Anarkali is legendary.
Anarkali, also known as Nadira Begum, was a courtesan from Lahore in modern-day Pakistan. According to one of the stories, Anarkali had a relationship with the Crown Prince Jahangir and the Mughal Emperor Akbar had her enclosed in a wall where she died.
4th July 2019
Sponsor John Hamilton
Contest Name : Slave to love
Categories:
emollient, dance, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Beholding this heuristic flower which grows....
Astonishment amid the midst of the deserts dust
Isolations guise so shunned, this beauty it seems
Emitting an emollient fragrance as such
A nardostachys jatamansi ~
This healing and soothing ointment as rains
Loving cup, of sanctities moments such placid waters
Now rising from the parched soils of once barrenness
As a mastic mist of laudatories measures
Blanket it, with flourishings of precious dew
An inflorescent jasmine
Metamorphing into a prismatic rose
Before these melodious stones which smile....
As they gaze upon this magnificent splendour
Within a world wherein some still question as to how
Could this ever be?
This renewing of such trodden petals; rousing
And once crushed by the very hands
Which now stand within bewildered wonderment
As they blink their sting rayed eyes....How?
These second chances of a new born life
The Resurrection, of a once lost soul....
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Heavens Rose ~
Note: Smile ~ This is not an attack upon anyone but
"A Song of Hope & Faith!?" ~ "'Love,' Always," John!:) ~
Categories:
emollient, faith, hope, life, love,
Form:
~they embraced in their dalliance~
her appetency held a depth so deep he just couldn’t
resist placing his hands around her barren waste
(she reaches for him with ardor)
for tonight was auspicious and ebullience showered
them with the twinkles only stardust spreads;
forever scattering allure and passion with strength
and hankering devotion,
sowing their love with intentions of...
savoring each emotion
they conflated as if they were always predestined
to celebrate marriage different from the rest-
the assuage erased the anguish;
what was once atrocious is now emollient
(softer than ivory silk)
when hope goes awry they stand tall side by side,
each wearing pride-
the crookedness of life transformed into candor and
honesty
she decided to absolve her demure nature;
feeding the emptiness with the nourishment of
his reliability and fervency for her brilliant mind
two auras ~kaleidoscopic~
enveloped by heaven's cobalt hues,
desire for love prevails with affection
her felicity swathed his soul,
his serendipity ran through her veins as if she was
sheathed by his charisma;
a sempiternal legacy was left for the coming
generational bonds yet to be formed
love in the making-
saved
two
hearts from breaking
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10.10.19
Categories:
emollient, marriage,
Form:
Free verse
Written: October 1st 2023
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In the ocean of silence, I’m stunned
Astonish by its grandeur as I descend.
A comely curtain of conciliatory calm
Elapse the chaos, surreptitious and warm.
In the hushed embrace of the twilight sky,
A silence plummets, ambrosial all nearby.
Astonied hearts stand in solicitous awe.
A comely night implies her ethereal flaw.
Emollient whispers waft into the air.
Surreptitious secrets are shared with care.
Incipient stars start their gentle wafture,
Surreal leaves create a ripple in nature.
Mellifluous melodies mend meteoric might,
Fugacious flimsies that fizzle out of a fight
Gossamer moonbeams cast their diaphanous glow,
Creating an aura of silence, tranquility, and bestow.
Ineffable fairness, fiercely feisty, not frigid,
The break of dawn silenced, as if timid.
Saturnine secrets shrank in secrecy.
Stupendous silence slides, sinewy spree.
Lull launders, looping the limp land,
As warblers start with a duteous band,
Sullen clouds gather, ominous and dark.
Yet awestruck hearts find solace in calm remarks.
Reassuringly, the heavy silence lingers.
Dour faces are glum, yet prudent fingers
Guide the oxymoron of emotions that flow,
Glowering and divine in their quiet glow
In the gloomy hush, discretion gleans hold,
As discerning minds decry peace in the fold,
The prudent ones, with a discreet glance,
Understand the power of silence dance.
Glum faces settle in quiet repose.
Views deepen, and worries dispose
Astounded by stillness, they are in awe.
Of absolute peace that stillness can draw.
Awestricken by the amorphous depth it brings,
They decry solace in the lull that silence sings.
A curtain of calm tumbles, amazed and serene.
As the amorphous depth of quiet is felt and seen.
Inauspicious cruxes balmily soothe fears.
As diaphanous whispers softly, quell tears.
Hinky hearts hearkens a hypothesis behind,
A voice uttered, "Love silence will never hide".
No query or qualm can squeal this bond.
Silence is where my peace is dulcet fond.
In the hushed embrace of the twilight sky,
Silence reigns, and my love will never die.
Categories:
emollient, analogy, appreciation, silence,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: February 25, 2024
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A sun sets in the west; oh, boy, he has gone to rest,
Mama grips her breast in an apocalyptic pain quest.
Each diaphanous creature feeds on crimson land,
Grass on city streets—an effusive sight as we stand.
After the juice ran out, the town turned silent,
Silence, a somber speech—no swoon is violent.
Yet, something has splashed up on the beach,
A man who is still alive but too flabby to reach.
After millennia, a desultory one can fathom,
The chimera, an epiphany of root phantom.
Humanity perished—ephemeral rapt by the void,
Lambent nature likes a vacuum, such a devoid.
Earth purged, and no desuetude of amort era,
Ideal and dwarf beings graze on reddish terra.
Lawns on sidewalks are an emollient reminder,
A vibrant town, now conflate on a flow grinder.
Washed up ashore, just a transient figure,
In a post-man scene—an evanescent creature.
His arrival bestows a nostalgic gaze on the past,
A calyx relic from a world that couldn't last.
The town remains quiet—a haunting hush,
As nature reclaims what was once lush.
But a man on shore is a relic of our fate,
A transient being left to contemplate.
In a post-man script, beshrew a world once alive,
But now, it's just a memory, a fading strive.
The man on the beach, a symbol of our demise,
He gazes at the sky with weary eyes.
Apocalyptic distress engulfs us all,
As we witness the closing, the final fall.
But amidst the chaos, a sparkle of hope,
In the transient nature of humanity's scope.
Grass that grows on city streets is a resilient sign,
Cynosure nature prevails, even in mankind's decline.
Cities may be quiet, but echoes of our past remain,
Whispers of the wind and the rhythm of the rain.
Categories:
emollient, analogy, appreciation, celebrity, song,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: September 26, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 39 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
“However authentic the feelings of love, the dalliance was only ever meant to be a beautiful fiction” - Esther Perel.
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Dot dabbles during dangerous dalliance
As souls are enticed by seductive affiance.
A narrative about forbidden temptation.
Shine smolders sway—a sensuous sensation.
A cynosure silver shimmer under the moon.
Flickers of fantastical fantasy foster flow foon.
Two spirits intertwined in a pointless game.
They are fettered by—an overwhelming tame
A vortex of enthusiasm is sparked at first sight.
They can't defy the diaphanous magnetic excite.
Akin to how moths are lured to a perilous flame.
Prance frolicking on the cusp of a lethal game.
Dalliance, desire, ecstasy, and temptation.
For flirtation as feuds on frame of foundation.
Consider consequences and clashes with zeal.
And yet—the flames are often fanned by feel
In the gloominess, they sneak a sparkling touch.
Nimble hearts are trapped in a harmful slouch.
Bootlegged, beleaguered blaze both breaths.
As they succumb to love's intoxicating depth.
Demure whispers of wariness swirl in the air.
But elixir zeal evolves with each stolen stare.
They cognize the danger—the risk they convey,
Yet they cannot resist the love they display.
Emollient hearts hid, akin to vines in the night.
Igniting an afire that smolders ever so bright
Their bodies entwined—they pranced in the gloom.
Strayed sprightliness that swaddles to assume
Realizing sequels and the agony they trigger
But they cannot outlast this forbidden rigor.
They breathe on the edge—with hearts ablaze.
In a world where forbidden temptation plays
But time is a lousy tutor—it can't be denied.
And soon their dalliance will no longer hide.
The world will decry their ephemeral affair.
And their felicity will be furtive, beyond repair.
Categories:
emollient, analogy, dance,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: December 1st, 2023
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Colors waltz in a rainbow kaleidoscope
cynosure of sun sparks steel drum teams
Emerald elms embrace periwinkle sky
among fragrant spikes of purple lupines.
Monet and Van Gogh are arm-in-arm
spin a diaphanous color wheel off charts
starry night, yellow circumduct swirls
over white water lilies on mirror ponds.
Consider both humanity and nature
emollient color splits and multiplies
A flamenco actor will kick and clap
Hot crimson ethereal feeling whirling flies.
Gold and yellow dance to evocative music
downpour is brought on by charcoal gray
rain and brightness dance across earth
awaking felicity from fugacious winter sleep.
Akin to a roulette ball of a gossamer color
gambling my emotional imbrication away
winning when the ball stops in blue
dancing sea and sky arouse my day.
Categories:
emollient, analogy, appreciation, color, dance,
Form:
Verse
Love is the lubricant of the soul and the emollient of the heart, both
Unguent and viscous, it glides like butter in the summer heat
Banish it from your life and suddenly everything will dry up, like a
Rose wilting by winter's call. Lubricate love with a sense of purpose
Invite joy to sit at your table and oil your dreams with hope.
Care for your inner self and nurture your mind and body....
A lubricant made of peace and forgiveness can reduce friction
Nature has a way of polishing and moisturizing the mind and
Truth be told, gratitude can be the greatest lubricant of them all.
Categories:
emollient, analogy,
Form:
Acrostic
Written: October 23, 2023,
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A staunch surrender in a twilight embrace.
My mind is a hammock, swaying in the space.
Dictated dream and lingering shadow.
Petal radiance with an evanescent shallow.
A passion fragrance, an aroma elixir.
A dulcet mellifluous flavor floods flicker
My heart's cynosure, an angelic sanitorium.
With lissome poise, a sublime emporium.
In the depths of my soul, a radiance glows,
Scattering impressions as the wind blows.
Reminisce on the whispers of crumpled stars,
Silently sprinkled across the night's memoirs.
Emollient whispers of a forbidden dance,
Furtive and fleeting, a forbidden glance.
I fear the allure of this elixir spell,
Yet the felicity it brings, I cannot quell.
The flavor of surrender, fraught with desire,
A taste of ecstasy, a blazing fire.
Akin to fugacity, it lingers on my tongue,
A fleeting moment, yet forever young.
Categories:
emollient, appreciation, beauty, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Written: August 16, 2025, for contest by Unseeking Seeker
Line of inquiry:
"conjoined with the whole - we play our life role
exuding a scent - granting love consent"
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Conjoined with the Whole
Not as sovereigns,
but as sylphlike strands,
woven into a ductile tapestry—
Each act of kindness forges
a bond within the communal consciousness.
Love is not a shadowy incantation,
nor a glamour to inveigle us into isolation.
It is hortatory, beckoning forth...
a rosy summons to convene,
amid the clangor of squalor and sojourn
to supplant the slipshod ache
with a warm intention.
We are not mere wanderers
adrift in nebulous vacuum—
We are emulous embers,
thirsting for the amaranthine,
avid to imbue our days,
with seraphic resonance.
Community is not a chimera,
It is pavonine in its iridescent truth,
multivocal in its sweet sorrow,
edacious for connection
but never laden with avarice.
We do not dismiss the burden—
We collocate it, we share it
withdraw from silence,
and cast aside the Icarus myth,
a tale of solitary flight,
Even the untamed child.
crumbles for the quest of kinship—
Even the weary elder winnows,
the soothing balm of a neighbor’s touch.
Love sanctions its courtliness—
not merely a whispered sigh,
but as a philanthropic deed,
a calyx protruding,
amid the clamor of desire.
To love is to be an iconoclast
to find solace in a gentle embrace—
to forbear the yearning
to anathematize others
to witness the evocative elysian—
in the eyes of the distraught.
We are not aphonic.
We are harmonious,
even in our disconsolate times.
We are evocative, full of meaning,
even when our souls feel drained.
And when we reflect,
We accomplish this together—
in the emollient of shared grief,
in the soothing touch of shared joy.
So let us frolic with abandon,
Let us explore the hidden meadows of our lives.
Let us gather in our joy,
transcendent in our understanding,
Our sense of self is transient.
Let us be love—
not as an elusive dream,
but a tangible act.
Let us be united with the whole.
And play our life roles.
with eloquence
vibrancy,
and grace.
Categories:
emollient, analogy, love,
Form:
Free verse
Like after a dalliance,
my heart bleeds when
your ephemeral stay
comes to an end.
You are the cynosure
of all eyes.
Your multi-colours as soothing
as an embrocation
the distressed heart's emollient.
Your arch is the envy
of great architects.
Thy colour blend is fit
to make
an artist faint
Your beauty is ineffable
Too sublime for a pastiche.
O Rainbow! Are thou rain's
lagniappe
to the sky?
O Rainbow! Thou forever are
our eyes' delight!
Categories:
emollient, art, beautiful,
Form:
Ode
Mother
Magnificent, emollient
Caring, dedicating, inspiring
Patience, placid, pleasance , passion
Intriguing, fascinating, hurting
Ebullient, mysterious
Love
Categories:
emollient, art, beautiful,
Form:
Diamante
If these thoughts are real
then they must be
uncharacteristic
of normal...
A balance of abnormal
that is both astringent
and self absorbing.
In abstinence they
become relentless
in their pursuit
(until)
the remaining raw edges
of hope surrenders
to un-forgiveness.
Crying for tears,
an emollient for despair.
ps: not so sure just where this came from of if it even makes sense.just wrote it
down in a flash.
Categories:
emollient, depression, life, sad
Form:
will i ever find a love?
a love my father failed of thought
a mother's love i never got.
a love with abundant craziness with right amount of holiness
a love which respects, aspects with complex in vertex
will i ever find a love?
a love which is a permanent compassion rather than a temporary obsession.
a love which is neither a temptation
Nor will never give me neglection
A love which turns my pressure into composure.
will i ever find a love?
a love that consumes me which doesn't exhumes thee
a love which make me less of resilient more of emollient
a love which provides me romance like in France without a glance
will i ever find a love?
a love that gives me what I deserve preferably not what it reserve
a love which is an artisry with ruthless honesty and shameless constancy
a love books taught me which dwell, swells and expels reality
Finally will i ever find a love?
a love which is timeless turns me fearless
A love which accepts my flaws without shoving claws
a love that exists and exhibits
not exits
Categories:
emollient, care, fate, funny love,
Form:
Romanticism
Why should your poetic voice be violent?
If you can’t sing a sweet song… be silent.
Respect is reciprocal,
It’s sweet to be social,
Poets should endeavor to be emollient!
Categories:
emollient, artsweet, sweet,
Form:
Limerick