Best Enigmatic Poems
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Inspired by Brian Strands' Imagine contest and Edward Hoppers' "Automat"
The sun and the moon are
in parallel line with our world and
sister world that spins side by side;
interdimensional through reality’s eye.
Vibrational frequencies set both apart.
One is unveiled, the other is dark.
Yet time portals exist in between,
Connecting both worlds both seen and unseen.
Visitors appear through these portals of time,
through sacred geometry they quietly speak
to those who are open and unafraid
of climbing the ladder into the unknown.
Kindred spirits dwell to connect,
inherently aware through their DNA.
© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong
Amongst the treetops a falcon finds its prey
Swooping down talons open to grasps it
Only to let it drop so it’s bones will shatter
Questions have arisen in the coming days
Am I in the talons or am I the falcon hunting
A gunshot is heard with a burst of feathers
I am the bullet ceasing the existence of fables
My words are the rifle in which they will fall
Cessation of life yon mortality~~~
death of reality's enigma reigns
haunting minds for answers against "why?"
confronting hearts along queries of "where?"
Baby's only-one-second breath on earth~~~
bursts with survival agonizing cry
lingering midst glow for existence-hope
apprehending womb around love's fortress...
Child's departure toward what's eternal~~~
leaves gloom seeing gift that can never bloom
or guilt beholding loss despite nurture
and feeling of doom for hurt, tears can't heal...
Young lassie's sudden demise inflicts angst~~~
while lad's accident brings panic attack
with prevailing sighs for early exits
inviting skeptical thoughts to rise...
Dressing up my Mother in her casket~~~
I knew that I would miss her warm embrace
but such should be faced with glad acceptance
along memories, always to prevail...
Clasping Dad's hand while at his death bed
letting go was what I did, letting God
not being religious, but feeling blest
that I was there when he gave his last breath...
Unfathomable, yet death* is so real~~~
poetry can explore with depth and sense
and here am I, grateful for wondrous chance
to write about it, while enjoying life.
*Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
February 3, 2026
2nd place, "Cosmic Death" Blank Verse Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Seth Pina; judged on 2/23/2026
An enigmatic Indian beauty from Delhi
Told me that her first name was Anjali
I gave her all my cash
Seven goats and an ass
Then took them back for she was really a fellow
(6th in Contest; Indian Giver by Destroyer Poet)
Your essence pervades the depths unto the heights
And sprinkles spring gardens with posies of remembrance.
You grace the robes of the humble Virgin
Yet fan majestic strutting pride.
Without you a celestial promise would be incomplete
And how you love to turn up unexpectedly;
Startling star amidst golden corn,
Mesmerizing monarch of shallow streams.
Our feelings are tinted by you
And you colour the windows of the soul.
You course through veins of noble birth
And daub the beggar's frozen skin.
You are faithful and loyal, all-embracing, enigmatic blue.
06/01/19
Your Best Poem That Is Trophy Worthy (Premiere Contest Trophy) Contest 4 Poetry Contest : sponsored by Tania Kitchin
'Blue Poetry Contest' : sponsored by Craig Cornish
'2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 27 Poetry Contest' : sponsored by Mark Toney
'Strength Thru Adversity Poetry Contest' : sponsored by Gregory Barden
Contest 600,Any Free Verse ,Any Theme,Up To A Max Of 20 Lines Poetry Contest :sponsored by Brian Strand
'Best Free Verse 2019 Poetry Contest' : sponsored by John Hamilton
The Enigmatic Middle C
by Odin Roark
How lonely
Might that in between place be,
Where water from trickle beginnings
Modulates into wakes,
The upward span,
Then downward stretch,
Forging through minor and major choices,
Embracing half tones of engagement,
Carrying a merging forth of discovery,
Becoming a torrent
Containing both high
And low resonance,
Searching connective tremolos for oneness,
Finding innocence too must give way
As sensory reaches beyond comprehension,
Where the journey to ascending chance,
Converges proudly with the crescendo of eternity’s unsolved mystery.
And then there comes the uncovering…
This state of mind where new lessons to be learned
Conjoin this forever gathering of cosmic virility,
Where energy’s often dissonant questions
Start from ancestral middle fulcrums,
Branching its reach beyond scale,
Dancing with lightness of weight,
Tip-toeing upon the notes of power
Into cautious voices forging ahead,
Always remaining of purpose,
Yet often clashing as contrapuntal mistakes.
A child might hear the echo,
As octaves of like innocence reaching skyward
Enjoin rising fathoms from below,
Becoming one in harmony.
Such is the improvisation of life’s exploration,
Searching for tomorrow’s final chorus,
Where one’s once center being,
Youth’s springboard arch,
Finally becomes the never ending center
Of perpetuity’s orchestral gift,
That striving to live what life can be,
And then what it might become,
That spanning far beyond yesteryear’s Middle C,
Where the measured spans of equidistance
Ascend the borderless boundaries of one’s inner-self.
In
A
Quiet
Dark night a
Man abandoned his
Lifetime hometown to search a new
Life that brings him better opportunities to grow
Returning many years in an unrecognizable and respectful gentleman
3-12-2016
Inside The Mysterious Enigmatic Fragmentary...
Mortal Mind Of Matthew Scott Harris
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Seedy gobbledygook ergot
visibly argot bubbled, burbled, bustled...forth
yea...give garbled, jangled, warbled shoutout
if ye doth render
mug gadabout totally confounding,
this unfettered voluminous confection
ruff lee in toto as sample
doggone freelance gargon
sublime red rover - misaligned with
twenty first century time
emerging, fishtailing, kvetching,
slithering, whipsawing
during springtime
thaw - oozing out primordial slime,
schlepping aboard bissel mishuga train
while kibitizing with longfellow
ghost hosts Bartleby,
thee Herman Hermits,
and Stray Cats caterwauling
scrivener circumlocution showtime
evidences troubadour prima facie
tremendous struggle rustling rational rapport,
ruminating, citing his dismal schooltime
track record muddled, and hence
questing to cobble a rhyme
distilling, harvesting, and
leaching (out pulpy, knotty,
Max Headroom Ancien regime
filmy... gray matter) in realtime,
while strains of Ragtime echo
from late nineteenth century
tin pan alley, nsync, linkedin
cubist, dadaist, existentialist...
mine poetic melange jerry rigs
flashes random discordant phrases
kickstarting hotmail...faintly
analogous to processing quicklime
mucking with abstract alphabetic
mire ranks as playtime
forging whimsical tactical trippy thoughts,
nursing eternal idealistic Earthly peacetime,
worrying away looming mortality,
noshing post death as pastime,
welcomes input and alien abduction – ME,
mine "FAKE" existence, sans charade,
facade, masquerade onetime pantomime,
no second act allowed, nor
revising questionable tour de force
I claim NO pièce de résistance, nor overtime,
asper waning game
of thrown away Life
approaches nighttime haven
soon...forever rest in peace
surrendering requisite burnt offerings,
sans (cremated ashes) - meantime
fete grateful dead
scythe lent hoodlums on warpath
to incite bedlam
postprandial mealtime prayer final -
deathly hallowed gleeful grimace
witnessing successful electroshock therapy
of yours truly emotionally frozen
decades long comatose state
thankfully oblivious, when impending
curtain call signals finis!
The splendor of blossoming flower,
in the petals of the unfurling buds it lies,
as the spring’s sweet scent shower
saturates the latticed wings of butterflies.
Their charm surrounds the frame of charisma,
I see suspended on the wall,
and while watching I float in the air of fantasy,
I reinvent the captivating magnetism of Mona Lisa.
The sensuous forces of attraction that enthrall,
carry women’s time transcending pure beauty.
Nothing lies between the charming Eve and you,
when you’re in view my vision is suffused
with the enchanting radiance of rainbow hue,
shimmering on the enigmatic smile enthused
by the lure of the silver-lined drifting cloud,
making the face enticingly glamorous,
filling my mind with endearing fascination.
As my entranced feelings come out of shroud,
I envision the picture so gorgeous
exude the lady’s everlasting attraction.
The charm of the spectacular still life image,
created by the painter supreme,
activates the sense of awe with the luring visage,
with the eyes of crystal stars dreaming cosmic dream.
As the tinsels of charm swathe my mesmerized heart,
the pulsation of beguiling cadence I feel.
I perceive the aura of exquisite brilliance
in the grand masterpiece of superb living art.
The metaphors of her relentless appeal
define women’s enduring eternal magnificence.
Seemingly some kind of Message to
All and sundry about:
The colossal crimson sun imperceptibly sinks over the horizon,
Sinks beyond the road here, over the park in the
Debilitating, gritty summer heat.
Nearby, a huge silent hairy golden dragonfly,
As large as a fully grown man's hand,
Unexpectedly swings down from above.
The dragonfly hovers for a moment,
Then effortlessly, closely paces a car suddenly passing by,
One filled with aching sore-tired workmen.
They are oblivious to
The mute insect "spy" outside the car's windows,
Just as they are now oblivious to all:
Exhausted, the men have done their workaday work well.
Then just as suddenly as the dragonfly first appeared,
It shoots straight upward,
Disappearing.
life is like-a brook,it does not go backwards.
Merely Enigmatic
When I read that insanity
My heart stopped,
And I had no fill.
Fleck, fleck, fleck
Fleck and bones.
Ooze, ooze the wound.
The marrow corrupts,
And the headstrong winds
Blow me southward.
It makes no difference
Whether you like it or not--
My life is not for you
to flail on.
And the days,
The days are growing longer.
Yet I sleep not,
Only grumble in my wakefulness.
She said,
I thought you would reveal
Some dashing nakedness
Of your soul.
But no, you persist
In being merely enigmatic.
Enigmatic Lane
This enigmatic lane-
I’ve walked long.
And now I see
Only barren lands,
A mere setting sun,
And a vague horizon.
I turn to look back
Along this enigmatic lane.
And then I see
Those umpteen vicissitudes,
Those sudden meanders,
Those familiar turns,
Those abrupt detours.
Down this enigmatic lane,
There have been
Many a rich meadows,
Many a bleak wastelands,
Millions of pompous marches,
Millions of disconcerting dirges,
Several comforts of love,
Several cruelties of reclusion.
Along this enigmatic lane
I may no longer tread, for-
As I now halt, I ponder-
Perpetuation has always been
The ruse of fleeting phases,
And what worth has it been
To walk this enigmatic lane.
To see a enigmatic Mona Lisa's smile
I do not need to be in Louvre, in Paris.
I ask a wife- "Where all my money perish?"
And she give a smile in Mona Lisa's stile!