Best Enshrouding Poems
The moon dances
on lonely nights,
to astral beams of
the clear quartz milky way~
I lay in an olive meadow
designed in fragrant
promises,
hidden between thorns
and thistles disguised
as fields of ferns.
Inhaling life, exhaling pain,
as the Universe unravels
a cosmic shadow that
follows hail storms
brewing in my mind.
Whilst Vanilla butterfly
snowflakes swirl
in solitude through dark
December nights,
drizzling shooting stars
upon my poetic heart.
reminding me that
there’s always pastel
colored sunsets waiting
to smear forsaken skies in
feigned wishes and
mistletoe kisses,
that last as long
as inconsistent seasonal
hollow gusts,
thawing glaciers on icy tips
of my fragile fingers,
with fleeting flames
quilting lilac lavenders
into a blanket of happiness.
But weary winds
can pierce
through the strongest
of roots,
and I always knew I was on
my own~
an empress without
an emperor
in an empire of
raging tempests.
Although, nightingales
sing soothing serenades,
oblivious to the sinister
sun that lacks empathy,
enshrouding my
grieving spine
with scorching thick
threads of electric heat,
feeding life above the
emerald waves of time,
there’s no antidote left
in my empty sphere of
familiar faces, with frosty
chivalrous smiles,
I’ve walked through
frozen miles,
cloaked in sparkling silence,
where hopes and faith
died, like ephemeral
colors of northern lights,
within the tilted stage
of my tainted black
and white soul,
releasing a
wounded sigh.
So, don’t question my
invisible wand with
pixie-dust, that
wipes away every murky
cloud, enveloped
in hazy unjust;
I deserve more than
this pantomime of
pretend,
of decayed trust,
where wooded
trees stand empty,
with rosy
lies scribbled in blood,
from envious pens
and sharpened nails,
full of ferocious fire
on forgotten trunks..
Categories:
enshrouding, angst,
Form:
Free verse
I watch anxiety play across her face
my heart lurching
my insides upheaval laden
somewhere in the misty consciousness
it dawns
she carries my heart
and I weep
for there's no room to keep
the worry at bay
"I just think...this world is too hard a place for me."
I hear my own words reechoed
from a younger voice
a younger version of me
how can it be?
how can it be?
I thought she had more of him than of me
his calmness
his laissez faire fanfare of confidence
"let things happen as they will" exuberance
The..."don't obsess
no internal mess" productivity
It's not to be....
she carries my heart, I see
her voluptuous figure eaten away
to a size she's always wanted
but not from diet discipline
or extremes of exercise
not this time...
"I'm anxious, Mama."
What can I say?
My carefully crafted confidence in her
for being a stronger woman
than I've ever been or could ever be
is hit at the core...foundations shaken
Oh...why must she be
so much like me
and in secret, I weep
for the daughter who must keep
a heart
too sensitive, too weak
for a world
belligerent....bleak
"I'm anxious....
I'm anxious, Mama"
And I'm left with a week
before she goes away
to pull my wits about me
to know what to say
to fill her with strength
pulling on the reserves of sanity
still left to me
to set her free
Oh...to set her FREE
and let that anxiety
settle....settle...settle
enshrouding not her
but only...
......me
Eileen Manassian
Categories:
enshrouding, daughter, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
I grope through forest misted by my pain
Unearthly feel of gloom enshrouding me
Like wispy ghosts the memories a bane
Their hazy fingers keep from breaking free
Beclouded are my thoughts with foggy stain
Obscured is reason; gone is sanity
Unclear my way, for mist is laden thick
Your insubstantial love has left me sick
Eileen Manassian
For Nette’s Through the Mist Contest
August 24, 2014
Categories:
enshrouding, confusion, heartbroken,
Form:
Ottava rima
All was hushed this eerie dawn
For ash had claimed the day
Disguising shape and muffling noise
Enshrouding all in grey--
Long the haze had swathed the cliffs
In veils of silver white
Till overnight like fleeting soot
It vanished with the light.
Any Poem
Categories:
enshrouding, dark, morning,
Form:
Other
Evening fast was falling
As Peter, James and John
Accompanied their Savior
Sense of weariness forgone
As they climbed a path on the mountain
That led them to the place
Where a manifestation of His divinity
Left its illuminating trace
While Jesus bowed in lowliness
Upon the stony ground
Suddenly, the heavens opened
God’s glory was all around
His holy radiance descended
Enshrouding Jesus’ slight form
Divinity flashed through humanity
His Godlike countenance was born
Besides Jesus appeared two beings
Standing in the light of glory bright
The outlines of Moses and Elijah
Seen so clearly in the night
Clothed with the light of heaven
Christ, the King of Heaven stood
Before the crown, must come the cross
Followed by the role, Priesthood.
© Copyright Maureen LeFanue 2007-2012
Categories:
enshrouding, inspirational, light, jesus, light,
Form:
Rhyme
The icy winds subdue my soul with a livid will to live
Warmth against the frost, dwindling in the enshrouding grove
We are scattered on this earth, cold, warmed and in-between
And here I stand amid the shy sun and the bold but fragile icicles
Where it shines not enough to sooth the gasps and blows of bluster
I am aware of our gravity, sinking my feet into the snow
This is how I am never alone
How furious I now groan. . .
How I must be alive to be close to the erosion of mastered solitude
To taste the regions of feelings never felt!
How I crave for your pristine awareness to diminish
So I may bask in the enlightenments all my own
Yes—I am bright in your presence
A flickering flame of ever-more
Secretly lost in the wastelands of never—nevermore!
Never alone,
See my dilemma, how it wrinkles like frosted vines
Clinging to the coldest iron in your hearts!
You feel it—how I hate it that you do!
Impaled, determined prevailing
The detestation of my winds wailing!
Oh, Understood!!!
Understood….
I am Element Unknown,
Passing the entails of the irksome groan
We are scattered, but I am ever among,
The restless writhing brethren of the knowest beknowest known
Still remaining, cold, lost and scathing skin to bone—
Never Alone
Categories:
enshrouding, anger, anxiety, dark, desire,
Form:
Free verse
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Engorging enthusiastically
Enrico enraptured
engulfs enchiladas
entirely
enshrouding
enteritis
Categories:
enshrouding, funny,
Form:
Alliteration
renovated grace
upper terrace enshrouding
satiated guest
Categories:
enshrouding, space
Form:
Senryu
Oh, Youth—naïve days lost,
Just learning life
In baseball cleats,
With soccer balls,
Days school bells rang
And girls, girls, girls:
Light lilting laughs,
Smooth budding curves
In sweaters tight,
Lean stockinged legs,
And perfumed air
Enshrouding each …
Oh, Youth—long, restless nights
When life knocked hard—
Those turned-down dates,
My anxious heart,
A stolen glimpse,
Small hand in mine
And, then, that night
Soft lips I kissed,
A boob I touched:
First teasing love,
My spirits soared;
Oh, Youth—where have you gone?
Categories:
enshrouding, first love, growing up,
Form:
Blank verse
-Night and day-
A tug and pull of lovers never entwined,
-Beauty and force-
The caress and the crave,
As the sun fades beneath the dawn
And the light slowly retreats
The night, edging forward
Seeking to touch, to grasp
But too late, as the light fades away:
And it is here… the darkness has settled-
And the dark is omnipresent
A depth of universe
So vast, so full of stars and worlds
So enshrouding, a blanket of secrets and untold deeds
So grand and great
So mighty, unquestionable
Inevitable
For the dark to encroach, encompass and overwhelm;
This night
It stands all around us
With no peers or equals
The light long gone, long faded
And the night, it waits till the fawning of the sun
The first sign of light
To fade away
Alone, every night
In its grandeur,
Alone.
Categories:
enshrouding, death, hope, imagination, inspirationallight,
Form:
Free verse
It’s always those who can’t spell, abracadabra;
They try to darken the Sun, enshrouding the world;
Hiding that midwinter spark, as hope lights a match;
Heat stained cheeks of the night sky, there’s no going back.
Categories:
enshrouding, feelings, hope, sun, winter,
Form:
Other
I look up on a crisp clear morning
And I sight the heavens,
I envision the gods of ancient Rome
And I see
I see the limitless world
Ripe for my winged conquest -
- But now it is dusk
And I look up again, at a dark dreary dusk
A blanket of rippled grey clouds cages my vision
And as the flaming red giant settles for the night
It casts a red deep hue across the bloated belly of the clouds
And I feel drowned
A fish with no gills gazing at the surface of its cage
Red ripples of cloud rolling over, an enshrouding blanket,
And as my wings of naivety wither
And I drown
I cannot but think how beautiful a sight my cage truly makes as I gaze up at it wistfully
© Samir Georges
2010
Categories:
enshrouding, lifered,
Form:
Free verse
Concern for the edges of a crystal vase,
The pearls around a frame,
Sounds received in this my space
Of elemental jazz.
Can elegant enshrouding
Calm the jittery soul?
Wrapping, encircling, swaddling chiffon,
Brings luxuries untold!
Attitude aloof!
Silent stars reveal,
The ever-changing swings and mood
And atmosphere surreal.
Glide within the prescribed arcs,
Sit with majesty!
Rise again! O aloof one
Devoid of tragedy!
Categories:
enshrouding, appreciation, beauty, environment, imagery,
Form:
Quatrain
'Neath the Willows, now cloaked in brume,
as streams the night time deepening.
Enshrouding all in shadows womb,
I espy true loves awakening.
Evetide slumber did find a youth,
within the mead, where I do dwell.
Wont was I, to bespell, forsooth,
tis truly, one thing I do well.
Mazed, stands young swain, aside his bay,
embracing nymph, of flaxen hair.
Bedewed, were eyes, by impish fay,
for it be a swine, he holds there.
Of deep laughter, I do partake.
As disenthralled, young swain awakes.
For: Shakespearian or English Sonnet contest
Host: John Freeman
Placement: 7th
Categories:
enshrouding, animals, fantasy, love
Form:
Sonnet
I will never be known as a great mind,
and they may never recognize me or honor me
for the thoughts and perceptions
I delivery with austerity and firmness
to everyone who has lived little,
and thinks that experience
teaches nothing and it is
so worthless and shallow:
to make them gods and boost their ego!
Am I like them,enshrouding myself...
fearing to be overcome by the light of truth:
witnessing the horror of tragedies...
unempathizing,encroaching upon their despair:
as to deny their unimaginable pain?
I've heard folks blaming and cursing God
for all the catastrophies and evils...
is there anybody who can be compared to Him,
having compassion for a lost world?
My cross of sacrifice clearly despicts
something of the unexplainable devine;
some men were chosen to bear truth,
never being deceived by the converts,
who roam like wild beasts to distorts minds,
and change all the thoughts of devoted hearts...
ready to impugn imprudently
and incarnate a false appearance:
to resemble the lumineries of the Heavens;
will they ever be so blinded by their pretenses?
My cross of sacrifice is not impious
or demands deprivation of any kind;
a joyous and clean life brings many blessings...
those blessings bestowed upon me
to enthrall me and entrust that task to widsdom!
And growing in grace and purity
I will see Him and exalt His holiness
more than the faithful angels could ever imagine,
because He will open the entrance to knowledge
and unlock all the mysteries entombed in time!
Categories:
enshrouding, devotion, faith, love, people,
Form:
Free verse