Best Enraptures Poems
About the time August loses ardor, he melts into Autumn; she awakens!
Unabashed is she, this uncommon goddess, unfolding herself for all to see.
Thrilling to wind’s tempting tempo, she flutters, touching the twilight tangerine.
Unflaggingly, she undulates radiance through trees before their final undressing.
Moved by a mysterious melody, she meanders in meadows and in mists.
Nuances of feelings may come to those who hear melancholy notes.
Filling with fall fever, she fuses sky with terrain, flashing flames of persimmon.
Infatuated with her own imagination, she has ignited the world in iridescence.
Red, russet, and gold enrich our world; we behold her ravishing array of artistry.
Exquisite is her passion as she enraptures us. Everlastingly may she reign!
11/20/2016
For the 'COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE(37) any theme any form' Poetry Contest
Autumn Fire
About the time August loses ardor – melting into her – she awakens!
Unabashed is she, Autumn’s uncommon goddess, unfolding herself for all to see.
Thrilling to wind’s tempting tempo, she flutters, touching the twilight tangerine.
Unflaggingly, she undulates radiance through trees before their final undressing.
Moved by a mysterious melody, she meanders in meadows and in mists.
Nuances of feelings come to us when we hear its sometimes melancholy notes.
Filling with fall fever, she fuses sky with terrain, flashing flames of persimmon.
Infatuated with her own imagination, she has ignited the world in iridescence.
Red, russet, and gold enrich our world; we behold her ravishing array of artistry.
Exquisite is her passion as she enraptures us. Everlastingly may she reign!
A Quintain About a Fall Poem
A contest that I got N/A in had inspired me
to write a new acrostic, and I did not want to stall.
Personifying autumn, I used some imagery
to portray the splendid beauty of fiery fall.
Of my last month’s poems, I felt it was the best one of them all.
Poem #1: N/A poem in the Autumn Fire Contest posted & judged 10/27/16
Reposted 11/18/16 for Broken Wing's Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please - 3 (NA's from September, October, November 2016 Contests)Poetry Contest
Please mind your language when you speak to me
Don't dare to cross my clear set boundary
This life is hard enough without word wars
So speak with good intent and don't leave scars
I do not have the time for guess work, dear
Make motive clear, your conversation steer
to truthful words, for they are sure to find
a deep connection that our souls will bind
I do not care for feigned affinity,
so mind your language when you speak to me
Covert sarcasm does not have a place
If that's your way, in my life there's no space
Address me in the way I speak to you
No more, no less is what you need to do
I need to see if you are friend or foe
A play on words just makes it hard to know
Don't show me disrespect, or I will leave
Won't wait to see what you have up your sleeve
So speak up clearly, not with dark pretense,
for if you do, you'll get your recompense
Please use your words to heal and not to harm
This type of speech enraptures with its charm
Acknowledge good and cover up the bad
This type of conversation makes one glad.
Saved me with your love
When this crazy world, just don't make sense,
And the daggers wound without pretense,
You came running in my defense,
and saved me with your love
As the cool breeze rushes through the trees,
and whispers rustle through the leaves,
Your hushed serenity enraptures me,
and I can't get enough
It's been so long since you have felt the touch,
of an empathetic helping hand
Your raging misery, has cost too much, but
unitedly we'll make our stand
The weeping willow sheds a tear for you,
and green grass glistens with the morning dew
These precious moments are too far and few,
let's savor everyone!
Together sheltered here in love's cocoon,
we will find our treasured peace
Dropping our anchors in new love's lagoon,
that's when our cares will be released
Happiness is found when we pay the price,
and we're both willing to sacrifice,
We will spend our lives in paradise,
sharing...our precious love.
John Derek Hamilton
July 22,2019
DESERVE
Deserve- that in which we use to critique our life's ways
a way to hold back our existence
to project a negative
and cease the positive intake
Deserve - the breath we don't take
as life is critical and cruel
A risk we avoid
A praise we reject
A life unlived by definition of the term
Deserve - the animosity within that deprives us of beauty
a vast cavernous region of self loathing
unfathomable entities that we must surpass to succeed
striving for more - better
Deserve - enraptures a lustful desire to withdraw and hide
shades of veils, impenetrable walls of denial
vulnerabilities and nakedness
the exposure of truth - internalised
we hide - we die
Deserve - you deserve all that you have
you deserve the power from recognition
and you deserve forgiveness
forgiveness of self, of others; which cannot be attained
but self as best it can
Deserve - Deserve - Deserve
Angered by such a dismissal I am
so wondrous in 'sup-prose'
you ...
your inner musings,
your lexical landscape
your shy confidence
self depreciating
You DESERVE more
Deserve - embrace, reclaim, rejoice
recognise the wealth my versifying friend
the promise in the scroll of a pen
the battle within let it bleed across the page
and cleanse with deliberate introspection
stand tall...
for my friend - you DESERVE it all
Oh what misery!
The heart-
an indigent and feral beast
kept in lock down
in an inner cage
for my own good
What treachery dwells
within that creature!
It's wiles,
it's devious nature
eludes my control
and entices me
to act on
base instincts...
that leave me
in want of spirit,
disillusioned...
My awakening to
sensual pleasures
enraptures me...
I am left smitten
and imprisoned
to desire
So now...I ask
who is the slave
and who is the master?
The yearning for
carnality overwhelms...
my conscience is
frozen solid...
immobile
with nothing to mediate
debauched desires
I spin into
delirium...
wholly lost in
the unholy
oblivion of reality
I consecrate
my mind,
and I submit
to His will...
however,
I tread on
the edge
of a delicate
imbalance-
Obtuse
to the destruction
that
pummels my will
and dedication
me,
now a willing
participant of
egregious sin
I wallow
in self-pity
Oh, what misery!
Sample for my 8 word challenge contest
John Derek Hamilton
August 14,2019
The beauteous moon lustres amongst glowing
celestial fires in the vault of heaven.
Shining for you.
You with your gifted ink flowing
on a white abyss, your thoughts pure and unstained.
Painterly with colours of the heart that
bears witness to the sweetest kingdom,
for whom romance lyrically waltzes with grace
serenaded by a honeyed euphony
perchance seeking a kindred soul.
Penned sonnets of true love journey
forth on angels wings that
sprinkle stardust in her eyes
melting into tears of innocent yearnings.
Soft whisperings caress her
cheek with your sweet invisible breath.
Words prompt forgotten dreams now
undisguised. Losing herself to her muse who's
passion for prose enraptures her being.
Her gratitude flooding for such resplendent verse.
The stars both numb and inspire,
awe either enraptures or terrifies.
The word ‘infinite’ becomes a conjectural sum
to be defined by pundits in bow ties
and star-crazed, white coated messiahs.
Tilt your head back on a cloudless night
feel the cold mathematical anesthesia
of the infinitesimal, not anything fathomable,
not even a reckoning in an unsolvable puzzle;
a nonplus that breeds only more numbers
until like a train calculations runs out of rails
to travel upon.
Each mental abacus
must be pre-set for incomprehension
and that beyond the tyranny of numbers
we can, in the end, count only ourselves in
and that is by no-means certain.
Purple plumes dangle amid the verdigris
the sweet-scented Wisteria Kapitan
a footbridge of Feng Shui dreams
enraptures my inner child's spirit.
2-21-2023
PREMIER CHOICE no 1190 Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Awakening, cocooning
The air with tenderness, breathing,
As it waters arid grounds, speaking,
As it drenches the air with harmonious sounds, it makes
One succumb the soul,
It makes one
Thank God…
Nature’s divinity, as
It enraptures me, liberating
My soul from earth’s dimness and
Opaqueness…
In its arms I am, and
Within its embrace I’ll eternally be…
Reflecting back I see beyond yesterday,
Light glistening brings a new view,
The water's rays rippling about,
I set my bait my soul,
The fish it agitates.
A guilty pleasure, wasting time,
Tomorrow's trouble I catch,
Yesterday's worries swimming under,
My rod and reel are the keel,
Thought enraptures me,
Learning bending recent history.
The safety of this doc disappeared,
I must've gone adrift somewhere near,
A horrid smell not so bad,
The past filets the fish all to well,
Tomorrow I bid, thou shall soon,
Time to fish, out to conclude.
I don't know if I'll be back this time.
Time enraptures me,
Seduces me into places I know for too
long.
A million faces but they'll never feel like
home,
I got too close to the stone,
Heard marvelous stories
And wept when it ended,
And shared myself, do you hear me?
I lended.
I love you yet I must go,
The past is obdurate no matter how
Adamant you are.
And sometimes, it feels wonderful to say
goodbye,
To people,
Places,
Time,
New adventures forever on the horizon,
New suns to set on me,
And a million faces that'll tell me to go
home,
But I couldn't,
Because I am home.
These songs and stories I hear,
The winding alley ways to whom I'll
always hold dear
Because I've never been so close to home.
And I love you,
The million faces, I love them too.
I am home.
Adam of Earth
The curvature of his smile
A quiet strength of gentleness within the eyes
When I glance upon his face
The waves of his arms flowing to his majestic hands
A profound peace that enraptures our souls
As my hands endure the strength
When he retains me close to him
Never have I been so captivated
By someone before
My surroundings have been opened up to a new light
A different maginitude of life
He has unleashed the insecurities of my path
That I so securely hid within my locked chest
Behind this clown mask
Allowing him to invade the privacy
Of the crevasses in my closed doors
To which no creature has entered before
Still he welcomes me uncannily
Knowing the outlines and graphing of my past
One could never concept an existing life as this
That love not judgement intercedes their eyes
Visually looking at what lies beyond the skeleton
Not halting by faults found
Being blessed with this adam of earth
Is more than I emotionally deserve
Not knowing the extent of my actions
Which generated this unimaginable gift
Humble I am, to have a soul of virtue
For us to be chosen together at this moment and space in time
When true love is sought to be a treasure
A fading quality of life
I will wrap myself around this presence
Embracing the fragility of its worth
Guarding it safely to my heart
And never withdrawing this Adam of Earth
I wrote this poem for my husband...he is my soul mate and best friend.
Your Beauty
Your beauty’s rank a birthright
Each feature among the best
From crown to sole a delight
But a few exceed the rest
Eyes even time enraptures
So ageless within and through
Each gilded iris captures
A pale bloom with verdant hue
As through parted crimson bows
With breath swirling aquiver
Your tongue’s nectar overflows
The banks of passion’s river
Like the din of storms replaced
By two doves softly cooing
Your bosom so soft and chaste
Is shame’s welcome undoing
Your hands gracefully holding
One bejeweled with gleaming light
Such precious dreams unfolding
Their shimmering wings for flight
Surrounded by shapely hips
And with moist walls pulsating
Your fertile lock licks its lips
For the key it’s awaiting
Every piece is perfection
Every last part is divine
Pure seductive confection
Upon which the blessed dine
When you find that special someone
who heartily & unconditionally
enraptures each second of every day,
makes life appear to be tangible liquid poetry
fantasies realize reality's passionateness,
thereupon adoringly kisses darkly euphoric
toffee eyes midst unveiling wildflowers,
whilst lavishing lush keepsake daisies
'tween unfurled silken tresses,
never take a moment for granted
such exquisite reveries are far and few,
soaring amongst boundlessness of
cosmoses' inconceivable flourish