Best Encapsulating Poems
Life
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A playlist
Sequencing events
Encapsulating fierce lessons
Exuding a gentle breeze that conveys fear triumph
Savoring nectar sweetness brought with living each moment as first day of existence
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5-15-2016
INSPIRED BY THE FILM
DON’T LOOK UP
Humanity has become oblivious, ignorant to an inevitable lightening quick catastrophe,
Politicians and the rich and famous are known for their eccentric outrageous audacity,
Nobody has anything nice to say to anyone, anywhere, so totally unsatisfactory,
Each human being doing their own thing like ants, on a mission no more philanthropy.
Scientists work around the clock to save our planet Earth, animals and humanity,
Drugs consumed for fun, medication abused, both lowered humans’ immunity
A pandemic revolved around our globe, thus millions suffered and died, internationally
Scientist who study our galaxy, predict a life threatening event to happen imminently affecting us globally.
Don’t human beings realize that a comet might be coming to town and our planet will be extinct, dive
Into oblivion, the rich and famous will live, it is the poor, the hungry that Humanity will deprive,
The opulent and their money think they can extend their life, and thus forever and ever stay alive,
Build a rocket with capsules for themselves, animated in time, in which they stupidly hope to survive.
Wow, presume encapsulating oneself in time, a rocket in space comes true, and nobody fries,
Arising from the dead metaphorically in 20900 returning to earth, finding things have changed, surprise,
Surprise, no humans inhabit Planet Earth anymore, what will they meet, perhaps their demise,
The Chinese saying, may your wishes come true, actually a curse, hope you have said your goodbyes.
On the Mother Moon
Between the lipatospace and terrloid of two techtronic plates, great fountains of terrasawl pour from a captured dormant lake,
Crimsondands of cluster clouds, and seep oily resin amidst, smoking craterlike angulated compact pressing fleeing corralmist.
Giants shift as if anger was a pledge, where anglights spear trogalights in a nightmares purple wedge,
Hematite between two gifted globe’s, motionless she slips, dombing underpasses amide horologic cliffs.
Crippled vanes compressed afar across and gaping cheels of light, scream tearing peaks encounter triapoks silent ghostly nights..
Uneven acropolis’s acrylic tombs conceive, monumental infinity in calculating reprieve.
Formulated gas clouds envelope acrid crystal mists,
Amidst aggregated life forms recriminated, encrotelamented correlated twists...
Electro formations spiral tide, escaping eraptulites risk,
Riding seahoppers that do collide, encapsulating risk.
Ruthless. And Immortal diseased micro iridescences float away, on mirrored purple sky lops corroded into apparel, Where mammoth tuskers flounder and sing alongside the screaming whale...life breathes toxic gasses in a criptalonic lung bored in senapods underbelly slung.. On this moon now encapsulating life,
Grotesque forms of female genital the size of giant hands, like tortured rubber bands, Lay naked here on tectonic plates on volcanic ancient sands.
The air encapsulating sound
extremes, while vision gathering quites down
and carries with it stillness to surround.
Does channel imposition to dismay,
the sound, my enemy thus often in convey
sounds first ~ I hide discretely out of way!
Would escalate by choice or lessen ground,
the stance I take, my hearing so abound,
by reason decimates my hostile round!
Repeating hurt, the syndrome so applied,
as deaf to spacious loitering's retried
seek truth and justice' answer in confide!
Sound implements my virtue, or derides ~
so quiet is . . . . the instrument I chide!
A single tear swerved the curve of cheek
dragging mascara behind like sorrow lingers
and heavy breath exhales
as if they cost too much
she scrawls out words with
ferocity and intent
weaving their magic to strangle his hold
to lift the weight…
to run while charging
and dive while flying away.
My lonely writer
I do not know you
beside that I am you
on the other side of hurting walls
where your pen moves fast to relieve,
mine mirrors the intensity and speed
Yet we do not see
the kindred hearts peripherally
tasked to bask in yesterday’s misery
The run/chase mode is a game
played by both sexes equally
We want that which confounds,
as bitter taste and painful rejection
are morphine to love amputees
as we flail out bandaged nubs,
gauze flapping, to the site of
careless silouettes dispersing.
....and now your writing baby
occasionally swiping a curl from your eyes
gulping wine that was for sipping, not sedating
encapsulating emotions between stanzas
capturing the empathy of those
who long to purge the feel
of unwanted
I make my elixir bourbon
much like you, to dim the blue
but my veteran ache demands 100 proof…
still I’m writing of lovers lost.
uncaring women in fading photos
only visible in the untwinkle in my eye.
Are the lonely souls tripped up
in sad bastard heart strings
doomed to only love the unaffected?
The obsession with making
the passion spread to an unexpressive other half
is what drives us mad
eventually calousing the affection quotient…
until we all thrive on blissful days passed by
and swearing all ahead are lost.
ghosts who chase the living dead
longing to splash in their shallow puddles.
How I cherish this time of the day,
When my lover passes by. That gleam in her eye,
Letting me know, her intention is true,
And now it is time to play.
Like smoke she lingers before me,
With a single pass. Her innocent essence. I gasp,
Trawling her night shadow behind,
She encapsulates me.
Transcending into her watery depth,
From heel to toe, bended knee to divine luxury,
Encapsulating her majestic body within,
I submit, gently washing her silk cortex.
Emerging from heated pool, she begins to sway,
I surge & break fall. We land ourselves, upon cold wall,
Our eyes never depart from each other,
Her cheeky grin implies I must stay.
She grasps hold during our slow rise,
My shoulders clench taut, thighs clasp tight in embrace,
Her feet heave up from the ground,
I vow never to release her firm vice.
Together we dance as one,
Biting kiss upon neck, she wraps arms, we've begun,
My girth ruptures as she is splayed astride,
Silently she moans, "...Make love to me Hun."
I gently place her up & away,
Upon leather-clad pad, strapped to chains, haven above,
I release her to caress, loves motion applies the rest,
I whisper "...Sway Baby, Sway".
Hair thrown back upon breeze,
Lover's delight, steam rising upon sight,
Upon departure & re-entry, she continues to glisten,
Her first luxury comes with ease.
I raise my jilted lover's head,
Forsaken she submits to my hunger & intent,
I cast & expose my maiden down,
Caressing her wounds upon bed.
I am now captured by my own prey,
Arched back, penetrated and interlocked by firm thigh,
She motions to submerge my soul deep within,
Together we sing lullaby.
"...Sway baby, Sway".
(C) 2015 PJ Bayliss
A symbol of vulnerability
with implausible durability;
master at misrepresentation,
a bolster of modernization.
Praised for its lucidity,
nowise for its amorphicity;
such is human disposition,
seldom beholding composition.
A motif of permanence,
marking time’s impermanence.
Encapsulating sand and time,
an hourglass, marking life’s chime.
Made to be admired,
Only to be called 'uninspired’.
Its perspicuity appreciated by the unaware;
coloured, its vibrance ready to ensnare.
Weened to be understood and known,
yet, only misunderstood and unknown;
for such is the mystery of glass,
unable to be deciphered in a single pass.
Shattered and broken oft,
only to be restored aloft,
never seeming to age;
such is beauty when taken from an age-old page.
Behind us, lay five millennia of innovation.
Ahead, shall lie an eternity of appreciation;
for it is important lessons that we learn,
when observing Nature and her glassy urn.
Obsessions
by Shirley Rebstock 3/13/2016
Every Wednesday as the sky became dark
Moon beams glowed across the park
On the corner I could see her face
Wearing a maroon dress edged in lace
Green, yellow, red neon lights flashed across her silky skin
Revealing a sadness loneliness of her face so thin
Why why would she stand at the same place on the corner
With a grief stricken look as if she was a mourner
Could she have a broken heart, be waiting for a lover
Hoping for his return or could it be the loss of another
Once I walked across the street
To satisfy my curiosity hoping to meet
This soleful beauty with blue eyes and black hair
I smiled attempted a hello
She looked straight through me as if I was not there
Wait her energy is different this night
I see a slight smile, her blue eyes are so bright
Suddenly she bolts across the street towards the park
Loud honk of a car, bang her lifeless body in the dark
Who was she, what was her name
She haunted my every thought each day was the same
Why wouldn't she speak to me
I could have been a friend
Her lonely heart I so wanted to mend
Every Wednesday night as the sky becomes dark
The moonbeams glowed across the park
I would stand on the corner to see if I could feel
Her spirit her loneliness
Encapsulating me in the night so still
I had no answers no peace
to escape this dark well
Could I have saved her loved her,
These thoughts are hell
In my mind I am in a tunnel
Ah I see the light
I bolt across the street
A horn blows, Bang
Dead silence
My life losing it's fight
As my life seeps out of my body
I see it was an illusion
I could not have saved her
Was my conclusion
Her demon had become mine
My answer came to late
Sounds of the street fading
This was my fate
On the corner I could see her face
Standing so lonely
In a maroon dress edged with lace
She whispered in my ear
Obsessions
That is the answer to your questions
It took us to a place we didn't mean to go
It imprisoned us
Now you know
Swoosh, she vacillates in malleable form
as ocean waves or garden hose splashes,
encapsulating life's nautical swarm
and keeping plants fresh with misty dashes.
In a cup, her shape is held gently in place,
until she quenches somebody's thirst.
Intimately, their insides she will trace,
where her cleansing powers become dispersed.
In a pool she permeates the shape of fun
as a backstroke and flutter kick silhouette.
Like diving board jumps, droplets reach for the sun,
impulsive in action, yet always wet.
From skyline heights, she arrives with a rush
as the carving force within ravines.
Sojourning between walls like an artist's brush,
she transforms herself as well as her scenes.
The Shape of Water Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
6-22-2021
A hoarfrost weave of glistening alabaster crystals,
forms a brittle web of tenuous tentacles
that crept across the frozen ground
and up the trunks of the naked trees;
encapsulating barren branches in an icy sheath,
attesting to Nature's immutable beauty.
Dawn, pencils in light and shadow
creating a surreal sketch bereft of color;
awaiting Autumn's phantasmagorical brush.
In the interlude between Dawn and sunrise,
a formidable six-point buck prances into view;
demurely projecting the illusion of a hallmark postcard.
But the sound of crunching leaves underfoot
breaks the spell, shattering the imposed silence:
as time unpauses the moment, and Nature carries on.
Dodecahedron dominions of divinity soul sparks scattered throughout the infinity
Masters of creation and creativity travelers of space-time constructing continuity
Effulgent within ethereal beaming of brilliancy seraphic sculptures of symmetry
Invaders of the soul in infancy as they expand the human condition ambitiously
Manifestations of the melding mind instinctive infusions of morality in mankind
They are the nuclei that lead the blind idiosyncratic intuitions that are undefined
Eternal consciousness a benevolent bliss integral illuminations when we reminisce
Echoes of forever in the ambient abyss the enraptured etchings when lovers kiss
Dimensional deities in our existence descended on the world for our assistance
Transcendental travelers of great distance lighting the path of least resistance
Spatiotemporal spiritual sparks of rebirth encapsulating our wisdom and worth
Know to us as Meraki on planet earth our majestic mediums minstrels of mirth.
Dec.04.2017
Meraki
Sponsored by: Silent One
Trapped in a sonic boom
Sound ignites the airwaves
Locked in an atomic storm
Light sounds the microwaves
Crushed in a vacuum of thunder
An atmospheric lethal venom
Sending lightning bolts under
An encapsulating panoramic serum
With blistering speed and power
The purple mist takes form
A global charged tower
Hope blinded to a dark room
An inspired glimpse of sounds
Through the mist a hopeful glance
Tears of joy soaking the ground
The air trebles with dance
Thankful for a second chance
An intense metamorphic rebirth
Suffocating all weaknesses
The rise of a new breed of strength
Lying against the floor,
The faces I love stood upon me,
Hypnotised by images that I adore,
The brightest of light envelopes the scenery,
Gazing against gravity as I evaporate,
An intense emotion submerged,
A vibration noticed, it escalates,
Espied my last scene as blankness emerged,
No thought racing, being of nothing,
An unexplainable clarity encapsulating,
Away I travelled, swiftly morning turned dark,
The blackness enroute with flickering of white dots,
Not of stars and outer space but of beings,
Lights of lives and love in existence, gleaming,
Beautiful and serene, dots turns into lines,
Appearing faster than light, slower than time,
A destination unknown as white lines merged,
Into a ceiling of infinite white void,
As my being enters and converged,
Understood that nothing is ever destroyed,
All kept and nourished, an awakened state,
Not of new start, nor of cleaning slate,
Comprehension of the divinity through infinity,
A mirror stood upon a cloudy float,
An image appeared into its vicinity,
Of nothingness in a cosmic abode,
Familiar noticing only an anxious flood,
Of serenity and an intimate connection,
By the invisible and not by blood,
A resonance of divine affection.
Align in front of a reflection,
Of my life's past and creation,
Every emotions felt at once, physical infraction,
Spiritual guidance of self in fractions,
Knowing reverberated across nothingness,
While views come towards a blurry haze,
Clouded, vision slowly dissipating into oneness,
Then nothing and forgotten. A tiny light turn to my gaze.
Slipping into an unknown brightness, a return,
Out into the cold, wet and of blurred sight, a yearn,
A strange feeling as my cries shrouded by the unknown.
Another life, again as my own.
Fariq Yusoff
2nd December 2015
Mary, Mary, Mary, with your golden brown eyes and blood red passionate heart big enough to love a cruel world
A deep encapsulating emotion you give me when I see thee
Every time I see you I leave my heart behind hoping you will pick it up
So we can be together and I can let my red tears of heartache fall into your heavenly hands
To soil the earth and warn everyone that love isn’t easy but it’s more than worth it when its genuine
Mary, Mary, Mary, there was never one more precious, soft, that feels reminiscent of what paradise looks like
Mary, Mary, Mary, each golden rose pedal mixed with just the right amount of red apples sin
To compliment your wild but at the same time sophisticated style
I never tire from the sight of you dreaming so much being next to you doesn’t even seem real
I never exhaust from lying next to you in this wild field of a world under the stars
Your burnt October lips stick to me and leave loves mark
While I pick each pedal apart
Scattering your flowers love pedals with the wind
Mary, Mary, Mary worth more than gold and more beautiful than the flower better yet she is the flower
p.s. but does she love me or love me not…
A thick fog wraps it tenacles
Encapsulating all
Visibility limited
Floats summer into fall
As the autumn sun rises high
Its warmth dries and heats
But less warmth and humidity
With earlier nightfalls
The crickets early this morning
Serenaded the moon
Knowing soon their last love song sung
Will be crooned in quick tune
Doves still sing romantic love songs
At just the crack of dawn
Soon their mournful sounds will quiet
They'll rest all winter long
Summer's end brings some sadness now
Winter's cold, frost, and rain
Long cold nights to remember you
When in great strength did reign
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest:Summer's End
Written: August 28, 2013