Best Enrapture Poems
In swoon ‘neath golden moon and sable sweep
let bathe with hues upon my canvas soak
romance a mingle, brush and pigment sweet,
enrapture me your passion’s hungry stroke
explore an aura, fluid colors blur
imbue the skies of empty eyes a soul,
in deepest purple daubs a midnight stir
as lover weaves a dream to make me whole
caress the edge to fuse desire and shapes
lay a layer one atop the other
a throb of contrast, feelings free to traipse,
smoothing over yearnings with a flutter
starlit glaze and silky graze artistic
awaken chroma crave for drama shades,
mood’s aglow, aroused and optimistic
before the painter’s lusty palette fades.
Susan Ashley
April 7, 2020
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: Brian Strand No 1165 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~ Third Place ~
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 5
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ First Place ~
Standard Contest: Your Fave Poem 2020 Not Written For A Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
I fell asleep one dreary day
I lost my will, I lost my way
I ran from all I ever knew
And feared the call I was supposed to pursue.
I drank from wells set on fire
And filled my voids with unholy desires.
I dressed the part to play the role
And slowly began to lose my soul.
But, when your down and
Shadows grow
And you finally have nowhere else to go
The only way to rise again
Is from the power of an eternal friend.
Many leave when you’re at your worst
When your hearts so heavy, it’s about to burst
Many claim so many titles
Their efforts are futile and their time is idle
Their promises bleed through the incisions
For they can’t possibly understand the mission.
Battles have been the hardest at times
And memories have played with my mind
But, I keep marching like any good solider would
Even though most of the time I am misunderstood.
I keep on fighting the forces and the fears,
Knowing one day he will wipe away every tear.
I keep on giving it my best even when it’s not enough
For only one holds my heart when the waves get too rough.
I keep on believing that one magnificent day
I will see true glory wash away my yesterdays
I keep on believing that one marvelous day,
I will see the gates of my destiny enrapture my today.
By: Sabina Nicole
Another night to drown in your mystic splendor
Could not calm a pounding heart swoon, neath a blush moon.
Poise in untold colour, true beauty you surrender
Suspended, soon bedding, good-night veils of clouds cocoon.
Thirst of the soul melts the thorns of
A rose, transcends beyond a never-ending fountain of Love.
Endless blue mosaic slumber awaking in cool caress.
Burst of radiant hope release in fluttering flight,
Caught across in the current ripples; whose touch may press
Deeply, brushing against nature's doorstep light.
Thirst of the soul melts the thorns of
A rose, transcends beyond a never-ending fountain of Love.
Thy presence summons by my yearning love,
Peacefulness invited in, welcoming salvation,
Enlightenment of the presence of the Lord above.
Enrapture faint breath and sigh deep emotion.
Thirst of the soul melts the thorns of
Arose, transcends beyond a never-ending fountain of Love.
4/10/2020 Poem of the Day on 4/12/2020
When rainstorm shadows
cast raven woven blankets,
entangling between
the boundaries of
fantasy and reality's reach,
we search for soft glows
from serenades of slumber,
where we embrace
the quilt of night.
In restless dreams
a dandelion soul yearns
to reside within the realms
of conscious thought.
Traversing towards
an enchanting valley
where fields of lilacs
and bluebells surround,
laying foundations
for rows of charismatic
cherry blossoms,
peacefully resting
among a myriad
of kaleidoscopic roses.
Above, azure horizons
reveal the naked sun,
whose radiance shimmers
upon sapphire waters,
delicately blowing
a refreshing breeze.
Lucid choral images
illuminate the mind,
with visions of
an ethereal epiphany -
too difficult to define.
Her heavenly muse
echoes a majestic lullaby,
beckoning hallelujah hearts
to oblige in beats of
unexplainable expressions,
so suppressed thoughts
bleed in turquoise waterfalls.
Barren lands
soak in reflection,
as distance decreases.
Eyes admire in
a silent reverie.
Enticing two isolated
soulful minds to
chant in a chorus
of hummingbird hymns.
An abundance of
amorphous aromas
enchant and enrapture,
as senses blaze into
passionate provinces
of aurora aspirations.
A ruby renaissance of
rhapsodic romantic
musings reverberate
string less symphonies
into the once,
charcoal chambers of a
redeemed, fluorescent
lyrical couplet core.
In ivory harmonies,
venturing upon a pearled path
not known to lovers before,
beloveds search for
a secret garden -
home to Michelangelo's
cathedral of paradise,
yearning to savour its
celestial artistic ambience,
but upon the
zenith of enticement,
unwelcome Lilith skies
slyly and silently encroach.
Heaven recalls her
halo shaped silhouette,
as petals agitated
by spiteful winds
fall into murky waters.
Feathers remain,
floating helplessly in
puddles of regret.
Smoke clears,
as clarity reveals
white concrete walls
with broken blinds.
Nature's beams
breathe a deep sigh.
How sad,
time does not care
for our dreams.
Within Passion's Dream
A Collaboration with Michael P. Clarke (Vladislav Raven)
Within Passion's Dream I hold you close beside the Ocean of Love.
I behold God's heavenly stars and they hold not the beauty of your temple.
You are the glory in my every thought and dream,
let me taste of your divine lips and love shall flow.
Come dance with me through love's divinity;
oh beauty of my heaven your love does sing.
You are all my tomorrows wrapped in a beauteous dream,
come my beloved in the love we share Within Passion's Dream.
Within Passion’s Dream, you are eternally mine,
as we nestle in the ardent arms of an orange-adorned full moon.
Let me enrapture you with the warmth of my legs and breasts,
entwining you in my vines, drinking deeply from the goblet of love.
Electrified by your sensuous caresses that awaken all my senses,
my beloved, your essence seeps into the pores of my very soul.
Whirling in ecstasy from the sweetness of honeydew kisses,
we twinkle through a star-studded Milky Way Within Passion’s Dream.
Within Passion's Dream I am enraptured by our love,
your temple joining with mine in a passion primal in its bearing.
Let stardust caress us as in love's magic we dwell,
your lips on mine and divinity's song is sung.
I lose myself in the eyes of an angel's face,
swimming deep within memories vision.
One heart, one soul, paradise our aim,
I find your eternal beauty ever before me Within Passion's Dream.
Within Passion’s Dream, I behold the wonder that is you,
sprinkling sunbeams and moonbeams showering me with your love.
Bodies and souls merging, we waltz to melodies
of a celestial symphony divinely orchestrated.
Like juicy golden grapes on a ripened vine,
unabashedly spurting their syrupy sweet wine,
tender tendrils of our love do gently unfold and
our hearts chime in rhapsodic harmony Within Passion’s Dream.
01-18-2017
Poem of the Day - 01-20-2017
Note: Mike wrote the 1st and 3rd stanzas, while I wrote the 2nd and 4th stanzas.
Thank you my friend, Mike for inviting me to collaborate with you on this piece, for your wonderful inspiration, and making it easy for me!
Now dips in peace the bay
And I must go
Beyond the hills, the luscious fields
Of jasmines purple, and down to where
The starlight gleams below,
And today I watch the lacquered morn
Rise gently till the veils
from peach lilies are drawn.
Around the isles at dusk
Cool and chaste they lie,
While fragrant marigolds heave to sigh.
In a daze, the sun sets on earth's dome
Embossing a virgin orchid white;
Its crown a trail like a bride afloat
On dreamy air that meet the coast
To settle in the vault of gold,
While blossoms fair enrapture my view
Bright as Flora's eyes!
Shadow Hamilton's Your Favourite Old Poem #2
Flora--- Egyptian goddess of flowers
11/25/2014
The quiet peace where webs of sleep enrapture,
in twilight thought - the precipice of dreaming.
It's there, the unmapped thresholds of conception
begin to splay within a sultry slumber
the embryos of covert premonitions...
Feel the fresh new breeze. Fly yourself with it to fields
Abloom with asters of September. Acquiese to fall, but more . . .
Let yourself be led to linger where it touches leaves with gold.
Luxuriate in all for you that fall can have in store!
Dally with it! Let its display of beauty dazzle you.
Embrace it finally with effervescence so you may more fully be
Enchanted by its flavors. Savor them as well as its earthy aromas.
Pluck its plump ripened apples. Inhale the fall’s unique potpourri.
Immerse yourself in it!
Notice everything. Never in another season will you see ablaze
The trees with such bright colors.
Only will you see this in autumn’s days.
Admire and appreciate this pre-winter time.
Under a harvest moon, how many lovers have sighed?
Twilights of October – let their splendor fill your eyes.
Umber then will caress you sooner. This can’t be denied.
Memories of summer wane - so fall deeply . . . till fall is through.
Nature’s swan song for the year – let it enrapture you.
Oct. 2, 2020
for Edward Ibeh's Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Title Chosen: #4. Fall Deep Into Autumn
Marigolds, bright spot of September,
When all around is drooping limber,
As life in accord with His plan remembers
To prepare itself to sleep.
You perk in yellows and burnished gold,
And tell us winter won't really blow cold,
And we won't truly grow old
As long as you are there.
You hold us in our dreary nature,
And our attention to you capture,
As holidays, parties and glories enrapture
Hot summer hearts with hope.
I lost it somewhere, somewhere along the way
it's not here right now, but I think I had it yesterday
but yesterday is a memory, today is a blank sheet
that will also be a memory when this day is complete
where do I find it? where is it that I look?
is it in a smile? or in an unread book?
is it in the whispered breeze? caught in a mesquite?
is it in the shadows--playing hide and seek with me?
will I know it when I find it? will it recognize?
does it know that I'm searching low and high?
find me, blanket me, surround me with you
capture, enrapture, surround me with you
I learned to live unkissed, until
You inked my lips with scarlet bliss,
a taste of temptation spelling destiny's will,
blood drip quill tip piercing heart's prolonged pulses,
love spirit speaks seven syllabes of ritual thrill,
Mind as mouth breathes life's matrix,
I take the threat of your love
under the tongue of my boyish truth,
yet I know I can be the lover of your resolve
wrapping your bloom around my soul face proof,
I serve you delight of desire that only I can solve,
your body beckons as as beauty wet smooth,
We are a universe uncursed by chaos,
your scent a supernova of love star bleed,
pouring ache into me like rose fire unlost
You are my olio of aficionado love cross plead,
crucify me on the front page of poetry, bold ghost,
enrapture my heart with conquest creed,
The mercy of my mouth you will need...
Anatomy of human structure
Poetry of nerves and impulses enrapture
Temple of parietal bone that beats
Carpal bone pleats
Integumentary system perspires
Nervous system inspires
Circulatory system pumps
Digestive system lumps
All other systems function
When poetry is not in sanction
Verlena S. Walker
Vivacious being
Earthly skin tone
Reality of the world
Living for the moment
Entertained by her imagination
Never lost in thought
All aspects of life are focal points.
(S.) ensual sensitivity endeavoring triangle
(E) verlasting is her stride.
(X) is the answer mark
(T) ogether with those that are important.
(O) nly a spirit embodied
(N) either way is preferred.
Willing to enrapture emergence
As is derives innovation
Lively and invigorating
Keeper of the Shrine of God
Enshrined by faith and religion
Rich is the soul that embellishes the mind.
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Penned on January 04, 2015!
Ooh I'm in love with poems that rhyme
Poems enrapture by their tuneful chime.
Ah hickory dickory dock
It's fun to see poems roll n rock.
Poems with a merry, cheery catchy tune
whisk me into that classic poetic boon
Poems embroidered with melody
send me forth into rhapsody
Just try your voicebox at a sing-a-long
and watch a poem go ping pong, ding dong.
Ah, it's poems with a funky beat
that are to me such a poetic treat
They are the ones that have
swept me off my feet.
Bouncy rhythms in rhyming verse
could be enjoyed even if they be a rant or terse.
I enjoy poems which bear those vivid rich tones
they'd even make ringtones for my cell-phones.
Poetic stanzas that have excellent symmetry
are my weakness in the realm of poetry.
Admirable is a well-structured rhyme scheme
provided you don't upset or stray from your theme.
Even silly nonsense rhymes give me a reader's thrill and fun
but meaninful rhyming ones
are ofcourse a bonus
as they make a two-in -one.
Ah poems with an astute rhythmic flow
are the ones for which you can take a bow
For no Dinars, dirhams or dime
do I sell my rhythm and buy your rhyme.
If you rhyme and write in meter
you can be sure I'll be your reader.
HAPPY RHYMING, CHIMING.
And jingle bells sing ring.
Temporal vision is all temporary wise, leading,
deceiving, so let be open the pupil of my spiritual eye.
Surpassing, deception, dissembling & diatribe.
Lose the misunderstandings inherent in the clouding
conspiring passing play, of life’s speeding day by night
nocturnal wise ways.
Light surpassing time & circumstance,
grant me leave, grant me space in light waves to journey
with their nuanced dance through the passes of time,
looming all round over bluffs,
and the parting of ways.
let the eye of true insight enrapture me in pure delight.
©Joe Maverick 5-02-2011
For Rick Parise's contest.