Best Engross Poems
You’re too late to apologize to me
For your foolish, senseless decision-making
Accidents happen, but you purposely
Lied to me in my face – teary-eyed, terribly shaking
Can’t deny your lack of honesty hurt me badly
You wrecked me up real good, so far from free
I can’t stand the fact you drive me insane once again
I can’t handle the truth, so I remain ignorant then
You never took me as I am, as I truly am
My true self broke free like a ruined dam
You left me with nothing but rageful regret
You stole my happiness and made me upset
If I can seek a somewhat righteous approach,
You can have my mercy, you filthy roach…
I need you though and I hate to admit it
I want you to know that I still care a bit
I conjured up emotions and large feelings towards you
Engross me with your lovely, joyous spirit you once had
I endured so many hardships that hit me out of the blue
Sick to the stomach, but I learned to fake feeling so glad
Take me as I am, as I am
And I will do the same to you, to you
You stare at me like a cam
I feel heartless in your shoes, who knew
Somehow, I lost my mind long ago and I grieve
Oh, here am I, love, so take me as I am, as I truly am
I take a quick bow before I take my sulky leave
Oh, I am here, darling, so accept me for who I am
Someday, you will see me through the lows and flaws
Oh, here am I, seeking things from above –
I am an obedient lamb, my long-lost love
I take my time to try to explain myself to you, to you
But, nothing seems to register because you’re cruel
Dear friend,
Will you accept me for who I am? Ah, man…
Reject me not and just take me for who I am!
A constant companion since way back when,
He's my savior. Amen.
Because my heart he does engross,
I'm in His shadow we're so close.
I've seen His movements in the world;
Seen His works--His wonders unfurled.
I've beheld the magic of August moon,
Smelled rose on summer afternoon.
I've read His ancient word, still true,
I've looked to endless skies, still blue.
Heavenly Father, on bended knee,
I lift my eyes and look to Thee.
Yes, heard His voice whisper in the wood;
Been His child since babyhood.
A love that shines brightly forevermore;
I've heard His knock upon the door.
I've glimpsed His figure in the fog;
We've been engaged in dialogue.
Yes, the minister affirms with a nod,
How amazing is God!
I've participated in the holy rites,
Beheld the stars on Christmas nights,
And seen things grandiose--
I'm in His shadow we're so close.
Example for Limerick Contest
Ghosts that coast, embody their trustful host
Leave no posts, they possess the host to roast
These disembodied souls
Are angry deranged ghouls
Bode snatching demons, one’s life they engross.
Halloween’s treat where they accomplish feat
Children sweet, want only candy to eat
May we all watch our children
Having no bewildering
Safeguarding thus our Halloweens so neat!
Hello! I’m beautiful and very sweet
Please gimme your candy snickers to eat
I am an angel’s sibling
I only want a nibbling
I only want a sweet, not ghoul’s mistreat!!
Once again I'm captivated as I look into her eyes
It's the way she allures me wearing just a smile
Wishing, I'm wishing for my hands to soon apply
Her palm raised I now know to await just a while
Soon I'm drawn in again upon viewing her thighs
Slowly towards me she walks, gravity now seen
My mind sees our future imaging our next scene
Slowly dancing naked so close but I can't reach
Taunting teasing pleasing poses engross my orbs
Languages of us yet there's no words of speech
Caressing her undulations soon to me absorbed
Soft tanned porcelain skin ripened like a peach
Close to me she's now, her scents sensed, sigh
My tongue secretly asps for my heart can't deny
Gestured outstretched hands, shapely hips met
Curvaceous lines of she addressed by my touch
Upon my lap she sits, I'm hungered wanting whet
Internal gears are turning amidst my driving clutch
Beating hearts soon to touch, adjoining we're set
Silken sheets now welcome adorned by loving two
Tomorrow night it's my turn, I'll stand in front of you
Dedicated to 'Olive Eloisa Guillermo' whom has my heart xx
Endangered species are around the world
Narcissus Bugei bulbous plant of Spain
Dabry's Sturgeon mostly now a dreamworld
Amur Leopard, Russian thirty-five remain
Nava's Wren from Mexico lost domain
Gorillas, by intense poaching
Eurasian Lynx saved by reintroducing
River Dolphins hurt from habitat loss
East African Highland Shrew disappearing
Dwarf Olive Ibis, will always engross?
In honor of Dr. Ram's contest..
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Silent Parade - Anacreontic Verse
He curses sunrise,
it starts his demise.
He lies in bed,
wishing he was dead.
As somber thoughts creep,
they hurt him too deep,
he just wants to weep
and forever sleep.
His mind's gone berserk,
as the pills don't work.
He tries to explain,
but it's all in vain,
so he becomes tense,
when thoughts make no sense.
What's the point of life,
when its full of strife.
If they wore his shoes,
they would see the clues,
that his heart's breaking
and see he's faking.
He just pretends,
to not worry friends.
It's easy to blend,
so it won't offend.
As he can't engross,
in his dark morose.
He puts on a smile.
it's his mastered guile.
A forced masquerade -
his silent parade.
"April Showers Bring May Flowers" - Anacreontic Verse
Rain perspires into
mild petrichor scents
as a radiant
rainbow appears
Bluebirds bellow
sweet melodies
with saffron sun
glistening amid
blonde daffodils
blooming among
soft scarlet pansies
Tepid perfumed air
drifts fragrant flavours
from lilac lilies
and velvet orchids
Colourful primrose
sparkle like jewels
Bucolic views bring
childhood reminders
of playing in
emerald meadows
Hiding in cornfields
and building scarecrows
Horizons turn grey
as timid sun hides
behind dull rain-clouds
Seasons change with
contrasting weather
but memories
always remain
Two examples for the Anacreontic Verse contest
The Silent One
11 April 2021
I remember a young man of long ago,
I as fond of him as he the bow.
We thrived together, discovering astride,
grew into our own side by side.
I came for the archery, and stayed
for the friends - oh, the parts we played.
We shot, spoke, studied and strummed;
on my heart's strings the experience thrummed.
This companion's name intrigued sans surcease,
'til he told how Eirenikos means peace.
Greek it was, and Greek it was to me,
for anger ever flows within me with glee.
In spite of that, we teamed well, made a fine pair,
learned how to wear blade, bow and banter proud and fair.
Every event we could make it to cemented thus more;
there, I felt unfettered - normally, always at war.
Now here I sit, trying to keep his lessons in mind,
while to Dante's lands, for a spell, myself I've signed.
Amidst this strife, I long for those halcyon days,
to return to Eirenikos's eponymously equable ways.
Two sides of the same coin, were this bowman and I,
his name the chronic reminder - a better man is ever nigh.
In his world, myself I chose to engross;
striving to speak with the voice of Eirenikos.
It is of the essence.
Time; it is very precious.
The past affects the future but for now let's focus on the present.
Tense, like the feeling you get when you can't breathe.
Mind, body and soul supposed to be one,
but each is moving at its own speed.
Now it's time to re-evaluate.
To sit and to self reflect.
"Like have you been giving yourself all the love you deserve or are you still in debt?
And the love you receive is it truth?
And the love you receive is it fair?
Is the love you receive built on honesty?
A pure heart that truly loves and cares?"
"And what is it that you have to offer this world,
that you bury so deep inside?
The talents and gifts you've been blessed with, yet always seem to hide.
Is it fear of rejection?
Is it fear of being turned down?
Is it fear of not being good enough?
Is that why your voice never makes a sound?'
Almost like a game of chess.
Each move is well planned and thought out,
but have you ever stopped to think that maybe that's why some things fall out.
So detailed and designed.
Instructed in every way.
Two players, both determined but still only one wins the game.
Patience.
Many of us have some to give but never offer.
Life treats us the same way with ups and downs like a ride on a teeter-totter.
Only to knock one down and in the same breath pick them back up.
But life and time have that in common, it teaches one how to get tough.
Trying to Xscape soft cries and lonely nights.
Singing "Who can I run to?"
Not realizing that the answer is within you.
Do you know who you belong to?
Has anyone ever taught you who you are?
Did you know that you are sons and daughters of the most infinite star?
Made in the image of God who watches over thee.
Your worth goes beyond that of a diamond and of any fancy jewelry.
Your body is a sanctuary.
Your mind, a nugget of gold.
Your soul is your everything,
that not everyone deserves to hold.
Blessings they surround you.
Heaven is forever in your reach.
Self love and self respect are the ways in which you teach..
Teach those around you how to approach.
Teach them not to move on infatuation and not to engross.
Your energy;
It is sacred, always something to hold close.
"Do you know who you are?"
"Do you know who you belong to?"
I hope you find your worth,
and may God continue to guide you.
Orange cosmos flowers inside a circle
along with the canna indica flowers;
A big smile of welcome at the front entrance. Followed by Pink, red and yellow ixoras,
the fully bloomed harlequin wonders;
Enthrall butterflies and sun birds
Violet, Red and new comer pink Balsums
are the evergreen shrub
The nonpareil Marvels
Night blooming jasmine flowers
adorn the sideways of the garden;
Meant to engross the moths
The bright yellow alamanda,
the heroine of our garden.
Made us fall in love with yellow
Glittering stars in the morning,
blaze like the diamonds in red and yellow;
The spectacular magic of sun plants
The black night shade plants
bear the inky purple sun berries;
Food for the red vented bulbuls
The Red hibiscus at the corner
attracts everyone's sights
by its innocent grin
The 4'o clock mandharai flowers
unfurl attractive perfumes
and embellish our garden in the evening
Grass green climber braces,
trumpet shaped madevillas,
The small stabs on flowers,
connote attendances of sun birds
Cutest creepers I've ever seen,
amidst the tall green grass;
The metallic blue Verbena
Sometimes our old friends Asian Koels
and our migrating friends Brahminy starlings
visit for their breakfast.
Mynas sing like parrots
and sometimes imitate Koels;
Mimicry Experts they're
Some plants are hostplants
of the common mormons, jezebels,
praying mantis and the signature spiders
Yellow billed blabbers,
the king of our garden;
The faithful defender of our home,
none can step in without their consent.
Squirrels scamper here and there,
and elegant butterflies in the air
proliferate happiness everywhere
Have you ever seen a place like this anywhere?
To embrace glee, you no need to be a Billionare.
Just Visit our garden, you will feel the real bliss, I swear!
State of Love
Imagination of love with object
Dispenses love and generates sacrifice
Money of pocket and intention of buying
Helps all in all case.
Thus it defines to engross love
And should oblige with case of price
Donate it in any way
And offer some valuable face
Aim of love with situation
Encircle self with amicable sense
Wait and be ready to grasp situation
Whatever present state delivers
But ignore dissatisfaction remove from place
If it is not for you by liking steps
State of love is your sacrifice
How do you create this not by others?
All are involved in self loving race
Buy object or face, both treat you same way
It replicates on your behave as in mirror
How would you broaden your cheek for test?
To buy pure, immaculate and natural love
Accuracy should be complete as globe
As you cannot go against of nature
How water, wind, light, and soil serve you selfless.
Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal venturesome brushstroke sort,
they paint sound and city pastel,
never at a loss for inspiration,
weather neither bar nor barrier,
in the face of whirlwind snowfall,
freezing ice, torrential downpour,
within themselves, he, she, they plod on,
hardship is adopted, never cast aside,
while others brazenly squirm,
wallow in uproarious denial,
wilt before the slightest storm,
taking flight in arid comfort zone,
shelter is their first convenient port,
not for stoic diarist this threadbare exit,
exodus of the half-hearted humbug,
but ironclad ilk stubbornly remain,
eyes and ears are substitute antennas,
alert does not begin an ample portrait,
of this wilful dwindling genus,
genus, genie, genius, glow worm ghost,
peaceful prowlers with pen on queue,
they capture worlds sidereal,
under velvet moon imagining bespoke,
crescendo of cathartic bonhomie,
icy night frost punctured by high drive fog horns,
deft nib from dark ink manteau nomad,
who engross themselves in light and shade reflection,
how magical their canny weave lexicon,
for us timid souls to relish evermore,
as we balk at the eerie life we revel in,
vicarious the kismet, excitement from afar,
drama under bridges, shadow figure chinwag,
river stream babble, blind alley gust,
eavesdrop on historic past teaser,
litter swept aural gossip whoosh,
eventide mournful dog bark heart tug,
darting elfin’s sly mind peep thereon,
yet the vagabond minstrel has to comb,
each backstreet, zebra crossing, sprawling suburb,
for inert sleepy after hour dozers,
who crave eye candy fodder as humdrum sidestep
Plumage display
as two birds engross in passion
at sunset
I like to read people
Look around and read with curious eyes
Sometimes people are like open book
Few hide the pain
In poetic way,
Few take any situation
In humor sense,
Few make their point
Crisp like haiku,
Few rhyme well with others,
Few live their life
Interesting as unpredictable story ,
Few engross themselves
In the fantasy world away others,
Few act like
They are in drama stage,
Very few live in reality,
In non fictional way
Going with the flow blissfully,
Few are not my type of literature,
But I am fond of every one around me
Because they kindle the reader in me ??
DAGGER IN THE HEARTH
Each time I try to say, “The country isn’t good”
Even as a secondary school pupil
I can’t remember the last I obeyed the iota rule
Even dough I know my parents builds castles in the air
Yet I can’t redirect the wrong footsteps
And I have the got to say, “The country isn’t conducive”
Even as a medical practitioner-
That has taken an obligatory oath
Yet, when the language of money advance
I can prescribe the most unsafe drugs
I engross in the diciest abortion
Yet has the impetus to say, “The head of my nation is incompetent”.
Even as a legal practitioner
I am part of the judiciary
I am part of the legislature
I am a the core executive
But, the epitome culprit
Yet, rush head long to utter, “When shall things be cute”.
As a commercial executioner
I am submerged in fraud
I am a competent illegal
Seemingly things are likened to my name
But, in spite of the legislative injunctions
I am always the hall mark of every bad egg. But I still complain.
Even when I complain as a minority tutor
I can’t be prompted in my responsibility
Yet, complains of the recompense for the cute
But, the certainty remains
If I don’t redirect my erroneous footsteps
What is to be done, still remains stagnant!
At a distance it glitters
Her moist and ebony skin
Under the semi-dark sky
Early in the morning
Along silent Harrison street.
From a distance I was captivated
By her uncalculated catwork
Towards my path along the street;
Her long straight, spotless and smooth legs
Piercing through her three quarter skirt
Engross my heart with passion.
Distantly, I tremble...
My heart's desired angle
And her suavity
Unleash eccentric emotion in me.
By her simple...admired attire;
Blended with her authentic skin colour
I am enchanted from a distance
Along noiseless Harrison Street.