Best Engrave Poems
*I Will Cry*
If this world really mattered,
Why does it bleed?
I could tell you how much I love you,
But, that will never heal the pain.
I am never at peace.
Every day I cry for grace.
Every day my tears engrave a large hole.
A rich perfume redolent of rain-
-the only stain in my soul.
What has become of the sun?
Where have all the stars gone?
I am a sinner!
A tapper on the roof,
I fell without angel wings!
A small ripple that splashed into the pavement crack.
I couldn't be saved!
I am a lonely bard
I have no song to sing.
This empty ballad is my home.
A feathers against the dying wind-
-my only expression.
I will cry'
Raindrops from the sky.
Tears from a simple narrow-minded girl,
Water wept into this sorrowful world.
I will cry’
A view you can’t erase,
A window you can’t shut;
Tears you can't brush.
I will cry'
A river that flows into the night of days.
I will cry'
like a child, and nobody can take that away.
I will cry- once more...
No one will ever care,
That I cried!
PS..... Please remember the smell of earth after rain.
by;PD
Categories:
engrave, beautiful, cry, rain,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A shivering summer soul,
secretly stalked by wild white winter wolves.
A chiffon child chiselling chimerical calligraphy,
cursed with invisible ink, silent in sentimental sighs.
I've become the son of solitude,
tired from torture and torment,
descending like surreal sinking sunsets shaded in scarlet,
yearning for a dawn where we can blend like sunrise.
I have no desire to write, but you cut my veins to bleed.
What is pain without pleasure,
or a poet without his poetess?
Oh mistress of the night,
I'll forever wait for you to adorn my garden,
to finally inhale the fragrance of my roses.
I'm the oil lamp in all your blackness,
sometimes I may flicker like a candle,
but I will always reignite to create a spark.
The day you stop reading my musings,
my pen will forever slumber.
Oh daughter of darkness,
let me salvage your light, place it into your eyes.
Guide my quill to engrave upon your shores.
Together we will sail away from Satan's spawn.
I'll shield you from twilight's beasts,
protect you from demons with crimson claws,
emancipate your wings to fly from an illusionary island.
Because,
you love the moon, but it's the stars you gaze at,
hoping their stardust will illuminate your heart,
before they fade into nothingness.
Oh my seclusive sweetheart,
I will strum strings of serenity,
so you release tears of tranquillity.
I may not be the most handsome blossom,
nor the most popular prolific poet,
but I gift you my art and alliteration.
Some may say I'm romantic,
but I am no judge of what is exotic or poetic.
We can't put all our faith in petals and poetry.
I'm no emperor who deserves an enchanting empress,
merely a broken butterfly in your precious palms.
Life is an absent bride,
so I'm not afraid to bleed to death,
in the hope of soothing tomorrows.
Silent One
4 December 2022
Categories:
engrave, emotions, love,
Form:
Free verse
My mind is a puzzle of cryptic metaphors.
whilst searching for my sanity,
I've become my own worst enemy.
In this cauldron of despair,
time is like sand in my hand -
an oxymoron poetic
paradox of cruel compassion.
Sadistic green eyes bring my demise,
as my sighs are captured by the wind,
slowly morphed into madness and travesty.
I sit alone on the throne of midnight illusions,
cursed by dark imaginations
lingering like mouldy air,
as vivid flashing images
engrave inkstained imprints.
Dripping lament from a
palette of black and white,
colouring in the emptiness of my sensitive soul.
In echoing whispers of weeping violins,
whimsical vibratos from wooden wind-chimes,
steadily orchestrate instrumental sonatas,
ringing through my strained metallic heart,
whilst I try to strum strangled strings,
harmonizing an inconsistent symphony of a tragedy.
Fate has me stranded within a monotonous loop of uncertainties,
for when twilight’s last breath piercingly eclipsed over
lyrical edges of my insomniac shadow,
it awoke restless beasts of nocturnal nights -
in nightmares I wondered does no one hear my screams?
i can see dazzling dusts of black diamonds,
drizzle manuscripts of maniac irony
translating dialects hidden behind unshed tears
that gleam like shooting stars,
as i sing mystical moonbeams,
sewn with silver sequins of euphonious memories on refrain,
chorused from nameless tunes of timeless tomorrows,
as the magic of the maestro,
residing in the highest bridge of sanguine skies,
guides these electric fears, trapped between
synchronized layers of my unsettled skin.
I'm tired from intangible tears in the mirror,
slowly sinking me in swirls of sorrow,
like a bruised creature
seeking shelter in a silk cocoon,
so this aurora's smile is no longer a masquerade.
I hunger for rays of sunlight to paint my skin
in a plethora of pastels,
so this golden bronze queen,
can once again glitter
in a crown of illuminating heartbeats.
Categories:
engrave, angst, anxiety, mental health,
Form:
Free verse
Yes, that is the role of the Teacher, as Shams was to
me – showing one ‘who they are’, so they can stop
bleating, crying at night, and never again be afraid.
Rumi
Oh beloved,
I'm like Rumi without Shams.
A shivering summer soul,
secretly stalked by wild white winter wolves.
A chiffon child chiselling chimerical calligraphy,
cursed with invisible ink, silent in sentimental sighs.
I've become the son of solitude,
tired from torture and torment,
descending like surreal sinking sunsets shaded in scarlet,
yearning for a dawn where we can blend like sunrise.
I have no desire to write
in your journal of sorrows,
but you cut my veins to bleed.
What is pain without pleasure,
or a poet without his poetess?
Oh mistress of the night,
I'll forever wait for you to adorn my garden,
to finally inhale the fragrance of my roses.
I'm the oil lamp in all your blackness.
Sometimes I may flicker like a candle,
but I will always reignite to create a spark.
Change the eternal chambers of my heart.
The day you stop reading my musings,
my pen will forever slumber.
Oh daughter of darkness,
let me salvage moonlight then place it into your eyes.
Guide my quill to engrave upon your shores.
Together we will sail away from Satan's spawn.
I'll shield you from twilight's beasts,
protect you from demons with crimson claws,
emancipate your wings to fly from an illusionary island.
Because,
you love the moon,
but it's the stars you gaze at,
hoping their stardust will illuminate your heart,
before they fade into nothingness.
Oh my seclusive sweetheart,
I will strum strings of serenity,
so you release tears of tranquillity.
I may not be the most handsome blossom,
nor the most popular prolific poet,
but I gift you my art and alliteration.
Some may say I'm romantic,
but I am no judge of what is exotic or poetic.
We can't put all our faith in petals and poetry.
I'm no emperor who deserves an enchanting empress -
merely a broken butterfly in your precious palms.
Life is an absent bride,
so I'm not afraid to bleed to death,
in the hope of soothing tomorrows.
Categories:
engrave, devotion, love, romantic love,
Form:
Free verse
I was cursed with ink
intoxicating blank canvases
with toxic scribbles,
releasing twisted tales
of suppressed troubles.
I was a forsaken ebony rose
in satan's grasp,
kneeling on ungodly needs
in a gothic fortress
of woeful odes,
surrounded by black knights
and colorless blossoms,
searching for legitimate sestinas
and versatile villanelles
to ignite my quill to bleed
without semantic barriers.
Swaying like a pendulant,
on the edge between
light and darkness,
resembling midnight's
black ice queen,
I thirsted for a
universal prophecy.
A poet who would engrave
perennial verses upon my
discoloured healing heart.
To paint antique stones,
during sunless days
in a moonless kingdom.
A calligraphic catharsis,
adorning the sincere crown
of an imperial ivory king,
whose angelic voice
glitters like gems,
soothing insensitive beating drums
within my pondering pensive mind.
A majestic master of his quill,
reviving poetic intimacy,
fusing his musings
deep inside untouched chambers
with an unscratched itch,
of my undanced fandango.
F a t e has a way for
versifiers to assimilate.
From the first drop
of his couplet,
he had my tongue
rhyming to the rhythm
of his unspoken lyrics.
Now, I am a slave to
what I have become.
Handcuffed and blindfolded
by preserved petals
between perfumed pages
written from the tip of his
magical wand like fingers.
I am weaving crystal quartz
words in witching hours,
whilst he pours dulcet musings
incensed in white sage
over my rustic bronze silhouette,
as I am his willing mistress:
a submissive subservient pawn
to his silent slavery.
Throned in intricately carved
prose and poetry,
where monochrome strokes
of thin lines no longer perish.
There’s no need for a sorcerer
when his sentimental sonnets
are an addictive elixir.
I am deliriously comatose
and chained in piercingly
euphoric sagas of his saccharine soul.
Even Lilith seized the moment
to behold what belonged to her
In the name of infatuated love.
So this is me, stealing
scented seeds
sown along parallel paradigms
of his rightful Parnassian paradise,
d r o w n i n g in
metaphorical monograms,
leaving memoirs of a poetess~
seething glitters and gold
reborn from the depths of
a savior that saved
me from burnt chapters
of darkest oblivion.
Categories:
engrave, england, love,
Form:
Free verse
I am unable to earn your Salvation Lord.
Still you have blessed me, who is undeserving.
As a testament to your loving kindness,
my actions are my gift to You Lord.
I seek to find goodness in others.
When I can’t see goodness, I will look closer.
For you reside within my being
and I am gifted with Your Sacred Sight.
Hold me firmly in Your hands Lord
for my legs are not steady.
Whisper Your comforting words in my ear,
so that I am not consumed by my doubt.
Engrave Your Thoughts upon my being,
for I long to be in your presence.
Yes, when we are together,
I have no doubt that You are God.
For Regina Riddle’s Write a Psalm Poetry Contest.
Written Sept 18th 2019
Categories:
engrave, celebration, christian,
Form:
Free verse
I kissed the moon tonight, enveloped
with quartz amulets of Luna
as luminous streams of stars
paint my poetic sky
glazed in citrine dust
tracing rain dews
in your eyes
to cleanse
these
scars
I hide
within teal
rivers, swiftly
ferrying lanterns
whilst wishing upon the
Milky Way that your cosmic
rhymes would save my aching soul from
drowning , so take my heart, engrave love
Categories:
engrave, moon,
Form:
Nonet
Sunflowers blush as petals creep
Along easels of meadow's keep.
Winter's arctic days now long gone,
That morn's fair promise trails upon
Breezes sweet , once an icy blast,
Engrave a kiss on spring at last
Cardinal swoons with trilled refrains
Upon leaves' edges like beaded grains,
For springtime is a godly rite
When heaven molds its prized delight!
.................
for Brian Strand
Categories:
engrave, blessing, image, spring,
Form:
Couplet
I tread between green mounds of decay,
surrounded by rows of engraved stone.
Lost in thought, I lose track of the day,
for I've seldom felt so all alone.
Where death lingers between monoliths,
an air of somber clings to the shade.
But despite supernatural myths,
I begin to wander unafraid.
A dying sun bleeds on every grave,
resurrecting memories of old.
And reading words the living engrave,
I seek warmth within a love gone cold.
My sad heart disputes the pains of youth,
still in denial despite years of ache.
And eager to disregard the truth,
tears dissipate like drops in a lake.
I crouch low before the place I seek,
here lies a military hero.
And a single tear runs down my cheek,
for my father, a man called Leo.
Categories:
engrave, anxiety, emotions, father son,
Form:
Quatrain
Tears do Fall
...a sad sonnet...
My tears do fall as they cowardly crawl
To rivers of disbelief with banks of grief
My heart a slaving stall building the wall
The love I seek near windows bane belief
In distant dormant dwells my heart repels
Admits the darkness hides my tearful tides
Loves empty wells with superstitious spells
Where sorrow divides the banished brides
For a silence slaved stands a soul depraved
In a desolate domain where demons deign
A captive caved within a mind that’s mazed
Of a vaulted vain amongst a drowning drain
Will the tears bathe my final grassy grave?
As they nail and engrave will my spirit save?
May.18.2018
NO 440 ANY FORM, ANY THEME
UP TO MAX OF 20 LINES
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
engrave, first love, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
There goes my heart.
Once sealed now open like the mouth of a volcano.
My souls’ strings pulled out from their place of refuge.
My soul thriving to breathe from your mere presence.
My hand exploring every fore of your delicate body.
My hands aching, yet trying not to touch the hollow of your strong neck.
I’m short of breath; I don’t know what it is.
Could it be the fear of letting my heart loose?
Or it’s the sweet smell of your hair, the feeling of your skin next to mine.
There goes my heart.
The edges of my mouth curve…into a smile; a smile of bitter sweet defeat.
I can’t fight it; my heart is a mask of intense emotions.
I trace the edges of your lips; I just have to engrave the feeling in my soul.
My mind is at ease, the air around me silent yet so soothing.
I’m scared.
I don’t want this moment to pass, I’m so intent.
I don’t want to miss a sigh from the depth of your soul.
There goes my heart.
I try to keep a lock on it.
But I dare myself; I have to win this race.
Although it’s reaching its futile end.
It’s almost over.
I’m speechless.
I don’t understand it, I don’t want to.
Why could something so beautiful come to end?
I don’t care either way.
Those once pure moments will be gone.
I don’t mind.
There goes my heart.
I think…"let it go”.
I look into his eyes; they are a pool of mixed emotions.
But we both know it’s for the best.
I trace every bit of his face; kiss his eyes, his nose… I have to remember it.
I love him, I know.
I look into his eyes again, smile and slowly drift to sleep; thinking.
There goes my heart.
I don’t mind anymore.
It wouldn’t make a difference either way.
I know it will be safe, it will soar above clouds.
Enjoy the last moments of pure bliss.
And then come back to me in one piece.
It’s in good hands, I know.
There goes my heart.
(C) Herzel Poshiwa
Posting this first poem for me was quite nerve wrecking because it was one of the first poems I had ever written.
Categories:
engrave, how i feel,
Form:
Blank verse
On the fateful day before Halloween
Dressed as a vampire queen in green
I passed through the graveyard
With all my senses on guard
When I heard a rustling mean
In horror I turned around to see
Who had the audacity to scare me
Saw an old man bending low
Chiseling his name in a row
Looked to be a veteran escapee
I told him not to disturb the grave
When he started to turn and rave
His family didn’t spell him right
And he with his might
Had come out his name to engrave
Categories:
engrave, funny
Form:
Limerick
As I stand by my coffer
Like the Ganges let my tears cleanse your soul
For I go to fight my demons
And the cheers from the arena will echo through the world
Let them forever whisper the moments we had
For I learnt to kill the dead
As I sit by my grave
“I am not dead till you forget “in stone engrave
And this termites will feast me till am nothing I Rest in Distress
Let the soil absorb my sorrows
And the fruits remind you of the happiness we felt
For I learnt to kill the dead
As I sleep in the kiln
The world is my urn scatter me by the sea
And in the deepest trenches let my sins sink like debris
Let the wind Whisper my greatest deeds
And by your lips my legend will live
For I learnt to kill the Dead
As I take my seat in the Hades
The everlasting fire warm my soul I am cold
Burn my pain to ashes purify me to grace
Let the screams be music to your ears
Get a drink cheers my life celebrate
For I learnt to kill the dead
Categories:
engrave, africa, dark, death, deep,
Form:
Verse
Travel with me to a nature lover's dream
Denali's grandeur is the unfolding theme
Expansive vistas paint a wondrous scene
Snow covered peaks look quite so pristine.
Morning sun blushes atop gray clouds
Majestic sights gratify excited crowds
Glaciers glow upon a distant mountain range
Mesmerizing hues color changing landscape.
Butterflies roam flowers pink and yellow
Moths feasting on nectars look so mellow
Birch trees so tall, they swing with the wind
Aspen tree sings with its leaves shiny green.
Red squirrels run from trees to leap
White sheeps graze on ranges so steep
Moose and grizzly bear a sight must see
A golden eagle flies high above the trees.
Mountaineers climb soaring mountain peaks
Hiking, biking, camping is what visitors seek
Memories made here will never depart
A visit to the park will engrave your heart.
August 17, 2017
Placed 3rd: Strand choice Z contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
engrave, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
It’s like you stuck in a cell
When you want to be heard
But there’s no medium to express yourself
The wall is the only thing that you got
You put your heart on it
And make it salty when tears from your eyes drop
You engrave heroics on it
And when you trip, you scribble failure on it
When life smiles you make a mark on it
Your past can’t be erased, so try and embrace it.
And if it’s bad, it should never show up again
Maybe when someone finds this dusty wall
The words on the wall can feed them
Maybe they can relate.
Maybe they can smile where you smiled
And feel the scribbles of the pain that you felt
Maybe these words can teach them a truth
They could be soothing enough to heal more than an aching tooth
These words on the wall are what the world sees
And since words form pictures, hopefully your life is a beautiful piece
You don’t need to be rich to have a masterpiece
You need courage to realise what’s wrong and change it
You need faith to believe and see the beauty inside
Through our lives we can help cause change today
You just have to show them the words on the wall.
Categories:
engrave, inspirational, people, philosophy, words,
Form:
Free verse