Best Engrossing Poems
P o e t r y fills my heart
with lyrical acrolect:
slowly swaying
my fingers
to outstanding octaves,
through
ecstatic
liberated librettos,
uplifting in a
medley of
melancholic motions.
I n k is bleeding
in nocturnal nouns,
composing charismatic
choruses in
eclectic shades~
of
violet and vermilion,
and quiet quill
is still searching
for a
sentimental serene serenade,
every letter
meticulously moonwalks
between lines
of silver and grey,
engrossing beats
of a heavy heart
in subtle
soulful synonyms.
In a dynamic
world of word weaving,
poet’s depict a
choir of chronicles
from
mellifluous escapades,
merged in
magnetic metaphors
and synchronized similes,
glamorizing pain
in heavenly
harmonious juxtapositions,
whilst singing tales
of oxymorons,
ranting through a
rhythm of rhymes,
forming sonorous sonnets
with sensitive syllables.
But these are
encrypted musings
of my citrine heart.
In realms of a reality
that dreams breathless~
behind a
terrain of tercets
and porcelain prose.
For life as
an abundant artist
is a premature platform,
where e m o t i o n s
are expressed through
introverted introspections
once hidden in
the hush of hours.
One day
One fine day
I touch the sky
The sky
The blue sky
Speaks volumes high
Up there
High up there
Sways the moon fair
The moon
The waxing moon
Plays engrossing tune
I chase
I sternly chase
The moon's grace
Moon embraces
It exulantly embraces
Takes me to the divine places
Sitting on
the crescent moon
I merrily wander around
I sing
I jubilantly sing
To the tunes of moon
A song
A lovely song
We sing along
The spirit
The heavenly spirit
Grants the spiritual treat
It's the day
It's the very day
I linger in the sky
Watch the wonderful world
Sep 24 2022
Some think of me as waste of space -
They cast a glance, then turn to face
the screen. They watch the mighty mace
bring down another one.
Since when, oh ‘savvy’ human race,
was killing sought for fun?
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I’ve seen them smile, I’ve seen them tear
I rev their heartbeats as they near
engrossing ends.. as what they fear
does come, I have to beam -
They know my folks they fight and dear -
They are not what they seem!
Some couldn’t care less - They fold and tear my pages,
while others try and save for me their hard-earned daily wages…
Burns Stanza
I am patently smitten
With utmost contempt ,they treat any mention of its reality
The realm of the illusory is its permanent abode
Its at best transient , an ephemeral indulgence ,
A violet on a morbid pathway
The ill-fated roadside plant whose demise is lurking in the shadows.
A facade ,an imaginary concept birthed out of delusion and denial
Disapproval and detest permiate the dense air
whenever the subject comes up
The thickness ,stifling the atmosphere of any remaining residues of hope
Intense apprehension carved from a litany of painful experiences
But what's the essence of life if not the defiance of history? -
The obliteration of barriers thought impervious?,
The ******** of walls long believed
to be figments of overambitious imaginations ?,
The charting of venturesome trails in the perilous jungle?
Don't you just love it when you see tables turn ?
Isn't it a sight to cherish when the applecart gets upset?
I am utterly smitten ,
by that penetrating ,self assured gaze -Impeccable as ever
Cascading through my being like African okra in an enamel plate
Fluid and engrossing
The ravishing smile , aggressively addictive ,
which almost always succeeds in changing the climate in my spine
The lips which drip unfettered mellifluousness,
A song without want of both depth and sweetness
Something that only such a golden soul can exude
The archetype of perfection ..
Like a gazelle in the Savanna plains ,
grace and elegance attends her gait always
This is where even the most intransigent hearts ,
are rendered malleable and ductile
And utter patency becomes the heart's portion
Interesting,
was the man staring
at the painting with such enthrallment.
I went and stood beside him, curious,
he was attractive and very appealing,
and when he looked at me- I gave him my
best come-hither look.
oh, his voice was captivating . . .
I wanted to say something interesting,
something very thought-provoking,
to entrap him in my allurement,
but I just said hello,
I was riveted to him- intrigued.
Interesting,
he smiled, amused
then said, the painting was spellbinding.
Oh, so charming and fascinating, he was,
I tried to appear beguiling-
hoping he would take note of my beauty.
He invited me for café,
we had charisma, for sure,
our conversation was absorbing-
He was so interesting and engrossing,
and I was compelled to touch his hand . . .
Oh, when did I become a seducer?
The thirst, lust and desire,
was tantalizing and tempting-
Interesting.
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September 22, 2016
Poetry/Verse/Interesting
Copyright Protected, ID 16-831-873-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Interesting
sponsor, John Lawless
First Place
Enthusiasm, the planet occupied.
As Sapiens lives in rage
Strives to come after
But all in sleeveless
Hence, in the land of the living,
Arouse a living Queen,
Waved by nature,
Tormented by hindrances,
And tempted by viles.
She stays through the storm,
Fight for her triumph,
And not easily bothered,
By countless thought of others.
Hmm! What a courageous Xena.
A pretty creature,
Creature, loved by the creator,
Endowed with courage,
Bestowed with beauty,
And blessed philosophically.
Every problem has it's own time and expiry date,
For, fear kills faster than the problem itself.
Putting *****Sapiens at Tjunction.
But, she never does. Moremi of our century.
You are a blessing in disguise,
And motivation to others.
Engrossing lady of the 21st century.
Let your courage shine through,
As your eyes speaks of your true beauty.
There's no beauty in the fur of your wings
When I catch you still and pin you down
Why all the flowers you visit
Are each more engrossing in its appeal
And yet you irk my curiosity, your
Splatter of glitter and color in dance,
Across dulling terrains, faces, you're
A beguiling lie, cloaked in motion
All eyes on you, none the wiser
You carry no weight of truth
You don't bear the cold nor the rain
But awaken a slumbering lust for cruelty,
When all is said and all is done,
I see your fragility, short-lived, vibrant, and free
A foil to life's enduring strife and sorrow;
So, you fleeting wandering, your fleeing I follow
You hold us captive, against envy and reason
Because there's beauty in the flutter of your wings
E-FMCG
Insensitivity, derogation, defamation, humiliation,
Libel, slander, stigmatisation.
These Fast Moving Consumer Goods,
I’d like to term E-FMCG. Caution!
…
The Media and internet want sensational news.
Reality shows dig for what give mileage.
They want to go viral, need spice and juice,
And Intrusion of privacy is their privilege.
…
More clicks, more views, more shares,
Means publicity and more money!
Gossip, personal problems, affairs.
What sells best, are these E-FMCG.
…
E for electronic. E for easy.
E for explicit. E for exploitive
E for engrossing, yet E for empty.
E for an epidemic that’s infected our economy.
…
E for exaggerated. E for excruciating.
E for emotionless ego-thrashing.
E for evil; that is very much evitable.
E for this enormous ebon industry.
…
Entertainment, Entertainment, Entertainment!
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 12
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’
Sweet fragrance began to flow,
Taking smell from the flowers in bloom,
And flowered creepers began to hang,
On the arms of their beloved trees.
All flower plants were smiling in bloom,
Spreading their charms all around,
Deer were revealing their passion,
By engrossing in the ecstasy of pleasure.
The golden rays of Sun,
Were spreading their magical brightness,
Making Nature smiling, in a bath of pleasure,
As it bloomed suddenly from childhood to youth.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 3rd May 2012
To continue…
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.
Helen Keller: The Miracle Continues was initially telecast as part of the
syndicated Operation Prime Time package in 1984. ~ Hal Erickson As Annie
Sullivan and Helen Keller, Anne Bancroft and Patty Duke could not have been
better. The battle of wills and wits between the two is engrossing, becoming
quite involved and very interesting. The lengthy dining room struggle alone would
make any movie worth watching - it is worthwhile even beyond the interesting
action itself, as it brings out aspects of human nature and human learning that
go beyond even Helen's own trials.
No work or worry is required of me.
You grace my yard year after year--
ravishing red,
pleasing pink,
and wondrous white.
Your appealing petals steal my
attention from the engrossing
novel I hold while resting
on the porch.
You thrive despite gusting winter-like
winds and floods, but your lease
on life is short.
Your flourishing blooms
are destined to diminish and
die by late-April, so I will
gratefully enjoy you
while I can!
March 11, 2018, entered in Brian Strand's March 18 Premiere Contest
Passions de l’amour vrai
The texture of your caresses, soft like an egret’s plumes
When you touch me, my soul’s sheathed longing ruptures
Your fragrance engrossing adorns scents of jasmine perfumes,
Sheltered snugly within your arms, you disrobe my bosom pleasures
Your kisses honeyed, scorch my skin mildly like vernal sunshine
Flames fiery of your desires smelted, consume my agile passions
Like prairie fire I singe, you’re summer’s sensual warmth pristine
My heart’s entranced wholly. Your breaths feel like aphrodisiac portions,
Like leaves lithe in air floating, our bodies glibly levitate
Your crystal eyes, glisten with a luster than sapphire illumine
Our emotions like lovecrests leap, their fervent thirst immaculate
Pure rhapsody erupts, your thrills satiated to mine entwine
Like a balm you salve tempests of my ecstatic enamour,
Toujours commence maintenant, Je vous adore toujours mon amour.
© Maverick Nyambu
PS:
Last Line is French for “Forever begins now, I adore you endlessly my love”.
Interesting,
was the man staring
at a painting with great enthrallment, and
I went and stood beside him, curious.
He was attractive and very appealing,
and when he looked at me- I gave him my
best come - hither look.
Oh, he was captivating . . .
I wanted to say something interesting,
something very thought provoking ,
to entrap him in my allurement,
but I just said hello . . .
I was rivited to him, intrigued.
He smiled, amused, interested,
then said, the painting was spellbinding.
Oh, so charming and fascinating, so
I tried to appear beguiling-
hoping he would take note of my beauty.
He invited me for café. (Oh that voice!)
We had charisma and
our conversation was absorbing-
He was interesting and engrossing,
and I was compelled to touch his hand . . .
Oh, when did I become a seducer,
with lust, passion and desire?
Interesting.
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December 26, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/The Man
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 861-173-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
5/9/22
Let me change my toning
Skills mastered and others still honing
I am not droning
People to this day passed away from a stoning
Continually condoning
With no cease to cloning
It's become often and corroding
Occasionally exploding
All the while a struggle to break through the coding
Something worth noting
It's harmful not beneficial, yet constant doting
Still too much gloating
Evil agendas many have been secretly promoting
Originally got to the spot by boating
Then thrown overboard now saturated and soaking
The body would be floating
Due to bloating
But it was weighed down from others hoping
It'd never see the light of day, or an investigation probing
More or less
Cause and effect
Correct, I'm still pot smoking
Go ahead and ask me how my battle with alcohol is going
I start dozing
From overdosing
Little if any good that did like loafing
And postponing
As well as screens always loading
It's a joke, no I'm not joking
Still adding fuel to the fire with prodding and poking
Eventually leading to a struggle involved with choking
For one party the outcome was croaking
A process of life and death, living or decomposing
All this goading
And foreboding
Opportunity remains yet the door is closing
Either after it or just ogling
It's pathetic or engrossing
Having to do with an article of clothing
Or a sharp point dipped in a toxic coating
Meanwhile maniacal egos they're stroking
No I'm not joking
Like all the boasting
Is there such a thing as safety when danger is always approaching?
Treated like garbage it's gross to me
In the end it always benefits them mostly
Just the truth, not looking at it morosely
Homie
Pay attention closely
Instead of overlooking it all like it's bologna
Regardless of it being clear, rainy or snowing
The wind calm or harshly blowing
You're out of the loop or knowing
Impacting how waters are flowing
Endlessly on it's growing
Radioactive and glowing
Causing harm with no chance of slowing
This is what evidence has been showing
Whether or not it is the time of gloaming
To this day still roaming
It's worldwide not just in Wyoming
Like a rabid beast at the mouth foaming
Toward their desires always combing
With missiles that are homing
Be it a tiny butterfly flutters near wild flowers
Or big fat flying foxes hanging off the lofty trees
Be it a family of bulbuls relishing showers
Or a mischievous monkey devours fruits, smiling with glee
Be it a single purple heron awaiting the dawn
Or the nonchalant coots floating in the tranquil pool
Be it a herd of deer inhabits the engrossing lawn
Or the picturesque peahens thrash out to frame novel rules
Migrant birds' air trails while enduring perilous journey
Gymnastics of endemic egrets in the evening sky
Wonderful wild flowers glisten amidst the shrubs ferny
And the serene water birds in lake, the feast for the eyes
Intermingled with animals out there in forest wild
Every little birds and mammals make our earth revive
Mar -03-2022