Best Ensnaring Poems

O
the bane
of being so slavishly in love,
to face another bloodless sunrise alone.
Myself, I’m spun in silken strands enthralled                       
yet, still stung by the...

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Look past
the faded little girl    braids and bows 
in a       polaroid picture
buttery yellow skirt 
curtsying     a smile
frog prince 
imprisoned      in her palm
under a creamy pound cake ...

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In moments of despondent spirits I turn to you,
the resplendent paradise of secret dreams anew.

The opalescent orchard orchestrates tender hopes,
like cuddling chrysanthemum my fading fear elopes.

Bursting bubbles of beguile blossoms sprinkle love,
frivolous faith nurtures nascent nest of white dove.

I find solace in sumptuous serenades through...

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Poetry will not keep you warm
Not like a cat nestled between legs
But, it hunts down manic thoughts
Gnashes the static till the mind gives 
Chases a thought till claws are bloody
Keeps you drenched in sweat
Yes, she mews for attention
Till its cries grate every nerve
Till I feed...

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Getting lost in the wake of a beauty so exotic 
Warm balmy night promises speak from her beckoning eyes
Ensnaring themselves in a web of sultry desire
As heady perfume of white jasmine permeates night skies

Playing the leading lady the Oscar is always hers
Perfect crimson lips set...

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In the orchard of opalescence
magnificent myriads of mellows
fervently flow in fountains
breathing beguile blossoms
a forgotten fable ferments,
in haunting hollows I hear.

My heart is a restless garden
with varying pulses of penumbra
conflicts caressing cuddles
tenacious tattered thorns
singing to sumptuous serenades
where brisking bubbles burst
butterflies spread beautiful wings
bees buzzing like ballerinas
to...

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I was set in my ways
Downed café au-laits
In a den of privacy.

Though pain from a jilt
Still throbbed to the hilt
A regrettable history.

With no delusions
Of future effusions
I cherished my liberty.

And tried to avoid
With every fibroid
That lost road to misery.

Yet a sneaky charmer
Found cracks in my armor
Ensnaring...

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Dare one impose upon the primitive soul,
Revolving around solitude—a savant hold warmer than the sun
Entranced by every ideal—loving many and no one
Would they hesitate to break the sensational sway…
As petals of tiger lilies fall upon its sunset eyes
Tremulous sighs and exhalations—dedicated to wisdom
Looking to the...

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Thoust message rings,
But it is a wretched beauty.
Sew up thine tongue;
It forks in many directions,
Ensnaring, passing through the centers,
Weaving a thread gleaming, deceivingly white,
Yet drenched in the black goo,
The sticky gobs of our source, our blood.
Cast aside thine needle,
Let time make it blunt.
Wallow in thine...

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Vanishing vestige of dank cavernous lobes
   My lonesome forsaken heart adrift
      Under the most alluring midnight crescent moon 
         Towards a horizon yonder daubed with 
    ...

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Blithe fools traipsing through bleary hollow 
Airy sprites in hovering tents shadow
Brooding sylvan fringe shrouding light with her swaying willow
Jaded beams peep through the crenelated steeple's window
Sprouting thickets bristling with spiny tendrils each step harrow
Creepy vermin frenetically scurry under foot from burrow to 
burrow
A musty dampness...

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The swirls of freedom’s fervent dreams
On canvas raised in bitter cold
Upon oppression’s wall of screams

A city severed at its seams
Gleaned comfort in art’s bright console 
The swirls of freedom’s fervent dreams

Beyond the walls, a feared regime
With liberty, in stern control
Upon oppression’s wall of screams

The inside;...

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A is for Ant, tiny but stout, they can lift fifty times their own weight,
B is for Bee, reaps nectar for honey; may opt to attack if made irate. 

C is for Cricket, chirps his best at night to attract stunning female, 
D is for...

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The price was thirty pieces of
 silver
From the treasury of the Holy
 temple
The contract for life, a deed in
 blood
The Chief Priests and Elders 
 signatories.

The kiss of a friend, the betrayal of
 a brother.
Piercing painfully than the dagger of
 an enemy.
For the price of...

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Among the flowers of beauty bright,
Upon leaves of green I sight 
Graceful webs of intricate fashion 
Of labor and of passion. 
No architect so proud can craft this shroud; 
Its sticky vines of ensnaring gloom 
Tell little of an impending doom.  
Hidden fangs await...

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