Best Entangle Poems
"In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind."
Simplicity flows in poetic verse
weaving the flight of butterflies
dancing on the wind,
as ink flows on the page
No webs of deceit
to entangle these musings
as silken threads of beauty
cling to the scented rose
And the azure sky
presents endless possibilities
as a bird on the wing
floats past a wispy cloud.
11-15-19
Complete the poem - In the absence of complication Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
entangle, sky, wind,
Form:
Free verse
A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic,
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal,
Warbling quietly to whistle scads of tranquil cryptic songs;
Lying spasmodic, a sparsely inhabited mellifluous hamlet, Kongthong!
Not to hyperbole, a singing utopia, uncustomary to the core!
Where innate and mellow are the naive dwellers' rustic tinkling timbres!
A rover's riddle, the natives' pride, a unique heritage, their blissful strains!
Ringing with an ancient tradition of tune-giving in honour of the root ancestress,
Customary to the matrilineal surviving unknown folk of the thorp!
The chirping region's dispositions and practices outlandish, vague and obscure,
Primitive and bizarre, mere to merge with nature's absolute accord!
Voices buzzing in whistles, murmuring and chattering, lilting,
Arcane, pervading the virgin thicket of the sacred thorpe!
To entangle, passerby and wanderers in dream like metaphors!
Those magical murmurs in quirky tunes, mingling the breeze of the secluded hamlet, intoning own tinkles!
Blessed are the tuning terrain's offsprings, nameless!
Rared by ditties, hailed sacred by the clan's conviction!
Outlying, by the uninhabited enchanting wilderness of East Khasi Hills,
Sleeping quietly the untrodden, nature's lulling lullaby, the whistling Kongthong!
Yell! Immaculate and serene, the saga of their undeciphered airs, mumbling in exquisite ethos!
Inimitable and gripping to eye, how the denizens of the tribe,
Are crooning to dub and call each other by indigenous intonations!
Pitching and whooshing, to tune their melodic identities unique!
Whew! The picturesque terrain is tweeting, whooping, and whizzing!
Heaven! Bless anomalous nature's absolute pamphlet,
The ringing Kongthong, God's own whistling hamlet!
Categories:
entangle, community, earth, education, encouraging,
Form:
Alliteration
Oh Great Dream Weaver
may the strands of hair
be placed just so
While the fog settles down
out in the fields hovering
ever so low
With wise hands just where
to wind the leather
to know
How to entangle bad dreams,
caught upon your web
so away they go
Through the many intricate
patterns and all the
tiny little holes
Permit the good dreams
to pass through and
take hold
Halito = Blessings to you in Choctaw-Apache
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
Categories:
entangle, native american
Form:
Free verse
Outside the open window, The morning air is all awash with angels. Richard Wilbur
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In a lush garden—bathed in halcyon light,
Where opulent blooms imbue the night,
An ethereal glamour—a dulcet spell
Unveiling secrets no tongue can tell
From heaven’s realm—angelic choirs
Descend with grace; their voices inspire.
Their reverential hymns ripple through the air.
A pure melody—beyond compare
Devout and innocent, their presence sublime,
Their angelic might shape the course of time.
Few people realize the power they possess.
Guiding us through—life's intricate mess
Music, they say, is the speech of angels.
A divine elixir that our souls entangle.
With each note, they weave a tapestry of love.
Filling our hearts with blessings from above.
Protecting angels of life, unseen yet near,
Watch over us with a love so clear.
Though they may fly high beyond our sight,
Their eyes are always upon us, shining bright.
In their leisure, they glimpse what we do.
With pure and sincere devotion, they sue.
They view our struggles, joys, and fears.
And offer comfort to wipe away our tears.
To love for the sake of being loved is human.
However, sincere love is divine, not an illusion.
Their devotion is unrestricted and boundless.
Graceful momentum—spatially senseless
So let us embrace the angelic symphony.
And let its harmonies set us free.
In their songs, we find solace and peace.
A glimpse of heaven's grace that will never cease.
Categories:
entangle, analogy, angel, appreciation, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
Come to my boudoir Cheri
I am here all for thee
In red and lace
I shall entangle you will love
Entice you with lust
Tease you till desires run dry
You shall be the knight who rides my thigh
In the bonny highlands we shall have our romp
Meadows and fields of summer scent and breeze
I shall wrap you in my honey warmth
Mine, all mine you will be
Wrapped, entwined around my wee finger
Enslaved with love
My love
You belong all to me
Categories:
entangle, allusion, art, beauty, history,
Form:
Light Verse
Like fallen warriors,
we collapse side by side,
glistening in the sweaty afterglow.
Limbs still entangled,
too exhausted to sing the other’s praise,
we stare at the blades of the bedroom fan
slowly circling above.
A lone,
satisfying sigh
escapes in between your deep,
cleansing breathes.
Your smile
reflects in the brass, ball base
of the rotating fan.
I smile in return,
unable to rescue my gaze
from the fan
cooling off our steaming bodies.
Slowly,
your right hand moves;
fingers entangle with those on my left.
I still taste you on my lips.
I silently laugh to myself
upon the realization that I still have one sock on;
the other dangling on the end of a fan blade.
The remainder of our clothes
strewn around the room
as if the hamper had exploded.
Your brassiere
ruined when I removed it
with my teeth.
Beads of sweat roll down my thigh
where our legs remain interlocked –
I love the smooth contrast of your skin
against my sun dried legs.
The ever so slight breeze
created by the fan
is starting to dry our exposed skin
as we slowly regain strength.
The circling blades hypnotize.
The subtle,
rhythmic hum
from the fan motor
mixes with the recent memory
of the rhythmic dance
just concluded.
Your hand,
now lightly brushing against me,
is re-energizing my engine.
Slight,
involuntary movements
near your finger tips
indicate our dance may not yet be over.
I blink
to interrupt my transfixed,
mesmerized relationship
with the ceiling fan,
so I can once again
concentrate on you.
Energy restored –
as if pumped back into our souls
by the bedroom fan –
the warriors re-engage
in battle once again.
A battle in which
each warrior wins.
Categories:
entangle, passion, dance, dance, smile,
Form:
Free verse
The azure ocean, home to the embedded enormous incomprehensible riches of mysteries and riddles,
More than the Mars, lies unfathomed, underneath the conundrum of oceanic colossal rhythms.
From the The Milky Sea Phenomenon, a sight captured as bioluminescence illusion,
The Purple Orb of the ocean floor of California and the Baltic Sea’s anomalous puzzles,
Like the alien spaceship put foot on the colossal quagmires of oceanic chasm!
When the underwater volcanoes erupt to perplex beyond imagination in huddle,
To probe and discern those gems of oyster shell’s luminous pearls dazzles,
Deep beneath sleeping peacefully in the ocean’s cradle!
The fatal enigma of the unplumbed immensely profound oceanic mysteries will never dwindle.
The more one plunges to pierce in deep muse its vastness engulfs to diddle!
The superficial waves in corrugation, are mere widening its hitherto horizontal hurdles.
The bizarre sounds emanating from beneath are like giant icebergs scraping the oceanic floor in madly rhythm!
The obscure oceanic realms, its myriads mystical appearances remains timeless, fancy of millions!
Eras and eras pass, the mythical mermaid’s riddle are yet to resolve,
As centuries pass, may replete with the witness of numerous human civilizations!
Like the Atlantis of Japan, from time immemorial, the oceans are abodes of colossal confusions.
The voyages disappear in the Mystic Triangle, who knows what lies beneath the mythical abstractions?
The twirling sounds of infinite ocean swirling in the sea shells are quite captivating, attract admirers attractions;
The archipelago one after the other vanished without the trace, as in Marina Trench’s aberrations;
As if the Phantom Islet of Bermeja, in its murky abyssal cradle’s magnetic composition.
The Crop Circles discovered beneath its bosom as if the signage of other world’s manifestations;
The oceanic phenomenon of green flashes meets the red tides, reveals your magnificent disposition.
Wants to plunge, swim like a mermaid in your mystical cerulean temporal lilting motion;
Oh, the oceanic conundrum more we try to fathom, the more we entangle in your cryptic chasm!
© Silpika Kalita
Categories:
entangle, deep, fantasy, feelings, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
DUET TO PLEASURE
B a b y...
How can I get you out of my mind
When It's you I only want to twine?
Shall I befall to some lovers
When it's you I treasure none other?
B a b y...
Don't play too hard to get
You already know
Your face and wit, I can't forget...
Come, baby, come
I tell you...
What you can become
Ocean skies to underwater trysts
My baby... you got all the gifts
From tantalizing green eyes
To pouty cherry full lips
Baby,you got me straight on bullseye
Your an oasis to my desert life
With you by my side,
Thorns I will completely abide.
Surrender to me, my desire.
Keep those blushes alive
And together let's duet to perspire!
Entangle long on sizzling Madonna moves;
Ahhh and ohhhh our dual adoring grooves
As we glide in autumn memoirs of ecstasy
To reach a volcanic explosion of chemistry.
Interstellar prime vows uttered bright,
Glowing anew as we kiss so contrite
Oh, baby, won't you try to comply?
Don't deny, it's I you also desire...
Sunset may endow a door to endings
but it's also a window to beginnings.
So baby, now or never
Let's start our pleasure...
©
October 28, 2014; 10:43 pm
Carpe Diem in the form of Entreaties
Categories:
entangle, courage, dedication, desire, feelings,
Form:
Carpe Diem
Because I love you, ensemble,
we could embezzle our happiness
A moment at a time.
Because I love you, we could grant
ourselves, experience the fullness
of love, by giving and receiving
In our everyday life.
Because I love you, ensemble,
let's feel connected to something
greater, than our own ego.
Caress our bodies, Ensemble,
We could sleep head to head,
light the flame without any shame.
Meant to be we would let go of what
wasn't meant to be, have faith
in what will be.
We could primarily dictate our now,
blow the snow steal the wind,
To ride away.
Scream.
Because I love you together,
We could dream and scream,
Light up the darkness of our world,
When resting on our bed.
Since we desire each other together,
we could ride the tide on a boat,
as husband and bride, while sleeping,
Side by side.
Because we yearn for one another,
Lets become from the very few,
To lift our souls towards a beginning,
embrace our love, as we only knew,
How our adoration grew.
Let's hold hands just stand,
entangle our bodies
Then dance to the band,
Till the music ends.
Seduce me.
November 17 2013
Therese Bacha
Categories:
entangle, desire, first love, miss
Form:
Free verse
Our love will never die so abandon your soul,
We are on the threshold of unspoken sweetness;
So time to end this facade- my heart you have stole,
Bodies entangle and I am full of weakness.
We are on the threshold of unspoken sweetness,
Oh, we have only one life, let us not waste it;
Bodies entangle and I am full of weakness,
My love for you darling will never, ever quit.
Oh, we have only one life, let us not waste it,
I am obsessed with this sweet fate- I succumb;
My love for you darling will never, ever quit,
Although bittersweet without you I would be numb.
I am obsessed with this sweet fate- I succumb,
This dark love is frightening and unnatural;
Although bittersweet without you I would be numb,
Oh, love this deep, this intense is not rational.
This dark love is frightening and unnatural,
So time of end this facade- my heart you have stole;
Oh, love this deep, this intense is not rational,
Our love will never die so abandon your soul.
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December 6, 2016
Poetry/Pantoum/Her Obsession
Copyright Protected, ID 16-855-596-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest,
Point of No Return
Third Place
Categories:
entangle, dark, love, passion, sensual,
Form:
Pantoum
----I thought I had posted this a while back...guess I didn't. Oops. : ) here it is...couple years old.
When sorry words offer but sadness and pain,
When weary thought drifts into the tides of shame,
When heavy darkness fills my soul,
Freezing last embers upon the coal,
The love in my heart burns in vain
It burns in vain, for I can never quite reach
The paths that entangle, while the demons breach
It burns in vain, for I try so hard for naught
My tears in a frost-bitten muddle—construed and caught
As snowfall sifts ice onto disdain,
As afternoons crawl into midnight shade,
As every mistake has torn me apart,
This foolish soul crushed—bashed from the start
The love in my heart burns in vain
It burns in vain, for reality is but a fret
Knowing tragedy shall befall, though it comes not yet
It burns in vain, for I have hurt you still
As I try to escape the furrowing doubts that kill
So now I cringe, and cower, and remain
So caught in your sorrow as I turn away
So sorry and hateful for what I put you through
For as I falter, you are ever true
The love in our hearts burn in vain
Yet, somehow the yester-embers among the frozen coals return
Upon the frost-bitten windowpane—somehow they burn
Categories:
entangle, absence, allegory, anxiety, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
While sun wakes worn down grass
And grazes gentle slopes
I sleep
While winter fights with spring
small dormant roots awake
I sleep
Below I live in lethargy
crawl in search of air
through cold
I lived in summer's smile
was fed through tubes
or roots
Grow this sprout once more
entangle frigid stems
arouse me
***
August 6, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
Categories:
entangle, metaphor, winter,
Form:
Free verse
Singular and thus finite
begins the spiral's spinning plight
of eminent foretold collision
love commences in a vision
Unbeknownst before the time
an effigy that burns the mind
now filters clear, emotions raw,
the present image striking awe
Eyes and hair on perfect face
with pouted mouth, the heart doth race
into the thoughts, how to proceed?
laggardly? ...with godly speed?
Clumsily one gathers poise
do thine drums work? there is no noise
at the point, this cosmic stead
a vocal soul must forge ahead
Words abashed but striking through
perceived by them, return to you
is that a chorus sounding there?
without belief just simper stare
Lives become one single strand
as two entangle by the hand
joy begins to warmly swell
for fate's occasion, two hearts fell
Categories:
entangle, beautiful, beauty, emotions, image,
Form:
Iambic Pentameter
My poems are like creeping vines that I have planted well,
I tend them in my garden of evergreen poetry to be strong;
They are waiting quietly to release their swirling spiral tendrils,
Tendrils that will adhere and entwine and entangle you in my words.
You have whispered to me a challenge and I quiver with joy,
My need to capture you is overwhelming, I am driven to win;
I will do anything you request of me to impress and to please you,
But to lose, it is unfathomable and I can become hostile and clinging.
Can you not see my words so lovely, like wandering thread,
I am tranquility and you can rest in my coolness and my shade;
Hugging, caressing whispering to your muse my beautiful wordiness,
Come wrap yourself in my words, be entwined, there will be no escape.
I was born to write innocent words, to give my writing power,
My need is great, to be acknowledge and known is my one goal;
Nothing else will be acceptable, I crave your muse to hear my cry,
Take my wild poetic words and poems high and let me shine in the sun.
Let's make a deal, if you release me on my upward journey,
I will not encircle you in my wandering seeking green tendrils;
Withdrawal of my choking, hanging greenness will be your reward,
You will be quite safe after I withdraw my clinging hold on your muse.
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September 23, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Like Creeping Tendrils
Copyright Protected, ID 15-711-661-0
all Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, You Want It Bad, Then Bribe Me,
sponsor, Casarah Nance
Fourth Place
Categories:
entangle, poetry, success, words, writing,
Form:
Verse
Syrupy smoke leaks from her corner lair
Ruby red lips lick your name in the air
Short skirts lead any man’s mind straight to sex
Probably any man’s instant reflex
a Black short dress covers something in red
Back widow spiders share this fateful dread
Long nails mark her toxic territory
Enter her den and your end is gory
Her scarlet smile painted in most excess,
Beware this code for your later distress
Webs of streaming lies entangle your fate
Caution your minds state; never take the bait
A smarter man would have played simply dead
Heed code red, you may already be wed!
Categories:
entangle, sensual, sexy,
Form:
Sonnet