Best Enmeshed Poems
Somehow amona the hidden leaves
of time when quietude swerves
on a road leading me to reach
for waning hours ,
there is a lush of evening's breath
panting inside those marble eyes
that if I gaze long enough into darkness
your iced look will blink, to open windows
that are locked by hinges creating knots enmeshed
The distant screams paint your irises j
utting out from a frame of hard lids
buried deeply on frigid weeds--
and the night loses its elegance
while your crystal tears invade the shining glow
behind the lamp within your eyes---| learn to understand how confidential this time is when you fade away,
knowing not I am there
Love Contest Nicola Byrne
Re-submitted 10/16/2016
Marred and minced remnants pile high in a storm’s swarm
Yesterdays, hardened-soft, surface where sea’s warm…
Flotsam found, lays tales around, in frayed traces
Another shattered shell whimpers of graces
vying with the sea-swept sands: gloss embossed fades…
Ocean’s dead! These are castaways of Hades,
rid of depth, stranded upon the dry shallow
Interred where the sun bleaches out the shadows
till whitened ivory fills cavern’s echo:
enmeshed lime, crunching upon errors callow
Jazz died - June’s sun sank into august abyss…
Undertow currents ceased their torments of bliss
Nipped life, silenced like frothing foam vacuum-sealed,
kept smothered in an opaque ocean congealed…
Yard junked, Neptune’s home’s now a derelict mess
and yet he clings to the crap amassed, crownless
Right always, up to the end --------- that no return.
Death will erase the un-sunk bones when they burn
(10/3/2019: '90 Sea Ray DA 350; Discovery Park; ‘my favorite junkyard’)
Wearing life as a loose garment
Enmeshed but not controlled
Stoically involved in every breath
Holding life within his cupped hands
Exhaling in sonorous agreement
A vibrational itinerant
Seeking the solace of the present
In an ever changing now
An Oak tree weeps with him
Sharing the endlessness of his moment
Fingers intertwined in
wondrous oneness
together foreverness
breathtaking bliss
Eye to eye in
lyrical longing
melodic memories
soul symmetry
Backs turned to
bygone brokenness
solitary sanctums
heartbroken hibernation
Face to face in
aromatic anecdotes
possibility potpourri
enmeshed essences
Voices join in
rondos of rendezvous
chorales of compatibility
madrigals of mutuality
Heart to heart in
a fulcrum of fulfillment
a seesaw of serendipities
a trapeze of timelessness
Lips engaged in
passion's pendulum
voluptuous vocabularies
intoxicating innuendoes
She is lyrics and I am music
~ harmonizing a hypnotizing love song ~
a dizzying duet of delight
Who will unravel the tangled skein
These silken threads of thoughts?
Each strand possesses a special sheen
But is obscured by knots..
The day seems done before it starts
The night seems swathed in gloom..
For though facts fade, memories last
And clouds then hide the moon.
Who will unravel this tangled skein?
I turn to You dear God
A light to guide, a post to lean
You are the staff for all.
So hold my hands when they do flail
And steer my stumbling steps
And send the wind to swell my sails
And light when the Sun sets.
Steady these shaking fingers, numb
With cold; dispel the fears,
The loneliness when none will come
I know, to dry the tears.
When wanes the moon, recedes the tide
When ebbs the strength I've got
When all goes bleak, be by my side
Dear God, untie the knots.
Unravel then, this tangled skein
Untangle the threads of thoughts
When hopes are lost, teach me to dream
Bring to order the chaos.
When dark clouds hide the midday Sun
And the day in doubts' enmeshed
Rekindle snuffed aspirations
The morrow'll dawn afresh.
Suffuse me with strength so i can scale
The mounts that mark my way
So march on brave, not rant and rave
When it isn't 'my day'.
And tell me God, I needn't hide
For fear- You are with me
And won't forsake your errant child
Who now, ahead, can't see.
That you will show the correct way
Steer me clear of what is wrong
Teach me the words I ought to say
And sing with me my songs.
That you will bring the tunes i need
With music, words to sound
That you will be the flowing ink
when my pen cannot be found.
The Dreamcatcher
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Out doing what I do,
Catching dreams looking
Tonight I caught a few
Here's one I found touching
Hope you find it that way too.
I felt your pain the pressure
Your heart guiding your pen
Express, don’t feel lesser
Your words let them open
Like a key to your dresser
Your honesty now exposing
You, your very true emotions
When writing, or composing
Your unrequited love, devotion
His obsessiveness, imposing
Making you feel your wrong
Has you in a vice-like grip.
Time to give him a swan song
Catch him out make him trip
The truth you knew all along
In case you did not know
I am the Dreamcatcher
And before I let you go
Dream, one more chapter
Find a man who’ll love you so
So I can catch your dream
Set you free to pursue love
Find a King, be his Queen
A nudge, a gentle tiny shove
Awake, not aware I’ve been
You will feel your soul refreshed
Your thoughts no longer in a mess
Your heart, no more enmeshed
Start looking for a wedding dress
All done, dawn, time for me to rest
Your beautiful sad poem inspired me
To reply in verse, with my poetry
Thanking you so much, hope you like it
As much as I did composing and writing it.
Thanks again, me the
Dreamcatcher
Love, Hate, Life, Death,
The Rose is all of them enmeshed.
The blossom of Admiration grows,
As do the hateful thorns of Rose.
Accompanied by Spring in Life,
It follows the casket in death and strife.
It being a holiday, with friends, I went to chill out
In a gregarious company, partying was sheer fun
After a heavy booze, my first-time experience,
I fell flat, plunging into deep sleep and dreaming away
In my dream, I sailed away
Over the tame waters of a tranquil bay
And landed in a magic isle
Never set foot before by anyone alive
A pleasant retreat of birds and beasts
Far removed from world’s dust and heat
A tropical island with a magical spell
Hidden away at Nature’s veiled breast
The sky was rent with songs of birds
The air, smelling of odors sweet
Here and there were exotic blooms
Bird of Paradise, Plumeria and jasmine
I roamed frivolously from end to end
Of that enchanted land of idyllic charm
With twining creepers and tall growing grass
Proclaiming aloud of a perennial spring
My heart leaped in euphoric delight
My senses alerted in ecstatic thrill
My feet moved in an explorer’s gait
After the treasures stashed in its caverns deep
I rambled relentlessly through untrodden paths
Feasting on the marvels, my eyes could catch
Arching trees framing a leafy roof
And fruits, ripe and raw, hanging from every bough
As Nature, thus unveiled her bounty before,
My fancy, unfettered took to wings.
I loved my sway over that fairy land
With treasures galore that none could claim
But how suddenly loomed an unwelcome thought
That dampened my spirits and stole my joy
“Will I ever be able to see my folks
To be enmeshed once more in a warm embrace”?
Longingly I looked for a ship skimming the sea
To carry me back to my native land
To get united with all my loved ones
To live a life ever, as lived before
Like a marooned sailor, desperate, as I cried
To alert the ship that sailed away
I heard distinct my husband’s anxious query
“Darling, what made you scream so loud”???
A zig of happiness sparked the upper peninsulas
Of my wildebeest heart, a mere tich.
Could that teensy beginning shake my
Anger, which I had determinedly
Held onto for three weeks longer
Than anyone sane should have?
Come on, the spark said, laughing. Come
And play. We can be mad tomorrow.
I was not in the least bit tempted.
Stubbornness held me fast.
I refused her offer, the lifeline
She was giving me. I ignored the
Light, and held on to my
Enmeshed hurt feelings,
Holding onto my rage
As a shield, afraid of whom I
Might become without her.
Sicken all this while
Life is in a jittery
For the pleasures of life not a surety
Sorrow haunts my abilities
I'm enmeshed to grief and solitude
I never swore to serve pain
Never did I take aye to sorrow
Yet I'm submerged in life's pool of agony
I play for the world love tunes
But in return it gives me misfortunes
Guess I was born to be lonely
With no one to call my one and only
The ladder that lead others to fame
Leads me to shame
These words are of the past
I say them no more
The war against life is over
I have found hope
Thank you God for touching me
And for being there
My best company.
Stranja
Cascade of turbulent stream pounds rock floor,
foaming water flows fast to meet calm sea.
Summer sun crumbles wasteland to dry core,
night’s moonshine sprinkles stardust on debris.
Enmeshed opposites mingle seamless free.
Surge of time wrecks drifting life in windstorm,
a sheltered bird in your nest I transform.
When I suffer in cold nights of disdain,
I dream my dreams under your fond wings warm,
where your enamored touch soothes all my pain.
May 12, 2020
Syllable count : 10 each line
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Rhyme scheme : ababbccdcd
Checked on RhymeZone.com
Contest : Dizain
Sponsor : Dear Heart
Cold sun
Casts eerie
Shadows
Of souls
Not truly there
Enmeshed
In aging’s
Darkness
Life’s shadow
Barely near
Soft joys
Of rising
Sunshine
Adrift
On clouded eyes
They reach
To touch
A memory
Caress it
Hold it near
Listening
For voices
No one else
Can hear
Alone
Within
A hollow shell
That makes
A mockery
Of hell.
Skeletal fingers of the past
reach to grab my psyche;
childhood specters enmeshed
in the shadows that
probe my inner child’s
nightmares.
Strains of melancholy
impress upon the page,
a lost youth.
Time’s acrimonious
stampede has
trampled beloved memories,
I thought I’d locked away
in my mind-attic.
My remote ancestral house I left a long time ago,
keeps on flashing with longing on my memory canvas.
So, one summer on the faded trail of beckoning nostalgia
I trace the track of time to reach the decayed past.
The picturesque porch is now enmeshed by wild ferns,
I walk through slithering creepers to the unbolted door,
enter the dark dusty room abandoned for ages,
but still holding the wooden staircase in its place.
I climb up the creaking stairs to the master bedroom,
pierced by streaks of sun beam through the cleaved roof.
On the defaced wall hangs a framed photo of my father
with the last rosette my mother placed on his birthday.
I open the half-hinged window on the bushy backyard,
once a garden vibrant with spectrum of exotic flowers,
their colors, buried now under the debris of fallen leaves,
return with the melody of my youth, the breeze whispers.
July 16, 2020
Contest : Decaying House
Sponsor : Constance La France
AN IMBROGLIO SUNSET
The City pits at night.
You can hear the quagmire constantly mobilizing.
The City is in quite a dilemma of all the crime happening that iniquity is a ridiculous system to maintain.
Nevertheless, the monstrous environment remains.
The crisis of revitalization is taking its toll.
The City's imbroglio cannot be circumvented.
It is like the streets in Brooklyn, New York in the 1860s nothing but filth exists.
What preposterous event of a new White mayor.
Will he achieve his aspirations?
Nonsensical are the people in how they perceive life itself.
Will the City remain asinine?
When Black people get together, they will destroy the beginning of our time.
Enmeshed is the City government.
Trap between a rock and a hard place is a system of dishonesty.
Ensnared because the problems will not fade nor disappear, the City is indifferent.
Will it survive its own harsh treatment?
The people are the City.
Until they want more, revitalization is only a façade.
They depend on their system of government but they do not respect statue of law.
This City is in a manifold and what is so apprehensive is that they do not want to reform.
They are uniformed in a unified form to destroy their own lifestyles into a meager existence.
One day they will awaken to their entire world lost with all tomorrows gone.
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Penned on November 06, 2014!