Best Entering Poems
Entering the dark side of a moonbeam is always very risky
since the cold and howling bitterness of the night escapes,
as a moaning, devilish agony of selfishness devours the good.
As the human heart fills with air, a legion of grieving spirits
in the human psyche is at once intoxicated with the sacred
kissed-gift of this hallowed eve as promised by the Devil.
Cain searches now within Life’s Garden that special hiding
place where unsuspecting Zombies of a grief-stricken nature
dwell whilst being seduced by a darkness as fires burn black.
What remains evident is an emotionless being who is tortured
with murderous feelings that are affected when the dark smoke
blows away all pride and one finds there is no remorse at all.
An agonizing pain is cleared now with the Moon’s eclipse as
the ghosts and goblins of the Devil seek “Hate’s Trigger” that
lies under a deep-dark crater where twilight ghosts cry out now.
These demonic ghosts are known as the “Crying Beggars of Despair,”
who haunt the soul of mankind and are born out of the dark ashes of
unhappy wild beasts who speak with tongues of envy and sadness.
These ghosts now set up their invisible barbed-wire boundaries
that they want to burst later as they begin fighting for their true
existence in the Devil’s own “Dark Netherworld of Lost Souls.”
These ghosts begin now to dance gracefully in the dark shadows as
their deceptive tongues make false complaints and poisonous lies
that throw the state of mind of the demonic ghosts into utter turmoil.
With this evil event, their blood rushes rapidly below the skin’s
surface, as a fear now clings to their throat as an eternal burning
battle gains no foothold to the next following step they must take.
Yes, even for the Devil’s own demonic ghosts from the depths of
Hell itself, their life, their very own existence is incredibly fragile
and vulnerable just like a match is to a flame. Mors omnia solvit.
Gary Bateman,
Anne-Lise Andresen
and Liam McDaid
(Tercet)
21.12.2021
Poem of the Day : 23.12.2021
Categories:
entering, dark, death, emotions, evil,
Form:
Terza Rima
Entering the Dark Side of a Moonbeam
Entering the dark side of a moonbeam is always very risky
since the cold and howling bitterness of the night escapes,
as a moaning, devilish agony of selfishness devours the good.
As the human heart fills with air, a legion of grieving spirits
in the human psyche is at once intoxicated with the sacred
kissed-gift of this hallowed eve as promised by the Devil.
Cain searches now within Life’s Garden that special hiding
place where unsuspecting Zombies of a grief-stricken nature
dwell whilst being seduced by a darkness as fires burn black.
What remains evident is an emotionless being who is tortured
with murderous feelings that are affected when the dark smoke
blows away all pride and one finds there is no remorse at all.
An agonizing pain is cleared now with the Moon’s eclipse as
the ghosts and goblins of the Devil seek “Hate’s Trigger” that
lies under a deep-dark crater where twilight ghosts cry out now.
These demonic ghosts are known as the “Crying Beggars of Despair,”
who haunt the soul of mankind and are born out of the dark ashes of
unhappy wild beasts who speak with tongues of envy and sadness.
These ghosts now set up their invisible barbed-wire boundaries
that they want to burst later as they begin fighting for their true
existence in the Devil’s own “Dark Netherworld of Lost Souls.”
These ghosts begin now to dance gracefully in the dark shadows as
their deceptive tongues make false complaints and poisonous lies
that throw the state of mind of the demonic ghosts into utter turmoil.
With this evil event, their blood rushes rapidly below the skin’s
surface, as a fear now clings to their throat as an eternal burning
battle gains no foothold to the next following step they must take.
Yes, even for the Devil’s own demonic ghosts from the depths of
Hell itself, their life, their very own existence is incredibly fragile
and vulnerable just like a match is to a flame. Mors omnia solvit.
Gary Bateman, Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam McDaid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 7, 2021
(Tercet)
Categories:
entering, allegory, deep, destiny, emotions,
Form:
Terza Rima
Entering the dark side of a moonbeam is always very risky
since the cold and howling bitterness of the night escapes,
as a moaning, devilish agony of selfishness devours the good.
As the human heart fills with air, a legion of grieving spirits
in the human psyche is at once intoxicated with the sacred
kissed-gift of this hallowed eve as promised by the Devil.
Cain searches now within Life’s Garden that special hiding
place where unsuspecting Zombies of a grief-stricken nature
dwell whilst being seduced by a darkness as fires burn black.
What remains evident is an emotionless being who is tortured
with murderous feelings that are affected when the dark smoke
blows away all pride and one finds there is no remorse at all.
An agonizing pain is cleared now with the Moon’s eclipse as
the ghosts and goblins of the Devil seek “Hate’s Trigger” that
lies under a deep-dark crater where twilight ghosts cry out now.
These demonic ghosts are known as the “Crying Beggars of Despair,”
who haunt the soul of mankind and are born out of the dark ashes of
unhappy wild beasts who speak with tongues of envy and sadness.
These ghosts now set up their invisible barbed-wire boundaries
that they want to burst later as they begin fighting for their true
existence in the Devil’s own “Dark Netherworld of Lost Souls.”
These ghosts begin now to dance gracefully in the dark shadows as
their deceptive tongues make false complaints and poisonous lies
that throw the state of mind of the demonic ghosts into utter turmoil.
With this evil event, their blood rushes rapidly below the skin’s
surface, as a fear now clings to their throat as an eternal burning
battle gains no foothold to the next following step they must take.
Yes, even for the Devil’s own demonic ghosts from the depths of
Hell itself, their life, their very own existence is incredibly fragile
and vulnerable just like a match is to a flame. Mors omnia solvit.
Gary Bateman, Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam McDaid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 7, 2021
(Tercet)
Categories:
entering, dark, death, emotions, evil,
Form:
Terza Rima
Welcomed around me the half dead in lost love writhing in ecstasy
I myself now in the place of the past of dreams devoid of such chastity
Well met seeing my lost love beautiful with chestnut eyes and soft such curved hips
In dreams devoid of vanity I will and now just serve myself so handsomely
Categories:
entering, love, urdu, lost, lost,
Form:
Rubaiyat
I'm well aware that you all are my partners
I'm well aware that you all are my friends
But the times are changing and fate is so cruel
We'll never share another word once we're done with school
At best we've got three months before fate splits us all
Humanity cannot hope to resist time's call
The shock will be great and I'll dearly miss you all
The sun's setting soon and our shadows are tall
And I don't ever wanna feel like it was all for naught
Twelve of my grandest years, these battles that we fought
And I don't ever wanna feel like it was all for naught
Even though the end is near, is this what I sought?
It's hard to believe that it's almost time to
Leave the ways I've only known my whole life
But the halls have grown thin, is this what it's come down to?
To leave this place behind and move on with my life
But I don't ever wanna feel like something's been left behind
Everyone I know and love, imprinted in my mind
And I don't ever wanna feel like I never said good-bye
When everyone I know and love go by like fireflies
Entering the real world now
Leaving the womb I know
Entering the real world now
It's time to start the show
Entering the real world now
No time to question why
Entering the real world now
It's time to say good-bye
Categories:
entering, angst, life, nostalgia, world,
Form:
Rhyme
Turn the key
to broken off
in metal scraps and after dots
of woken dreamless lasting thoughts
into the mind and poison locks
when after all it's all not lost
a wink and then conclusion
Hold the door
to let us in
in compromise to comprehend
the touch of more than just a friend
with miles to go before we end
'till subterfuge and counter bend
this liquid thought inclusion.
And all is as it seems tonight-
as you are my delusion.
Categories:
entering, imagination, mystery, people,
Form:
Rhyme
Unworthy were we to enter God's holy sanctuary,
For all our righteousness were as filthy r a g s in His sacred sight,
His sinless Son's blood - our robe of salvation - now we come boldly.
07/26/17
Topic: Sanctuary
Form: Sijo
Contest: Form S
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Categories:
entering, god, men, relationship,
Form:
Sijo
Entering the Dark Side of a Moonbeam
Entering the dark side of a moonbeam is always very risky
since the cold and howling bitterness of the night escapes,
as a moaning, devilish agony of selfishness devours the good.
As the human heart fills with air, a legion of grieving spirits
in the human psyche is at once intoxicated with the sacred
kissed-gift of this hallowed eve as promised by the Devil.
Cain searches now within Life’s Garden that special hiding
place where unsuspecting Zombies of a grief-stricken nature
dwell whilst being seduced by a darkness as fires burn black.
What remains evident is an emotionless being who is tortured
with murderous feelings that are affected when the dark smoke
blows away all pride and one finds there is no remorse at all.
An agonizing pain is cleared now with the Moon’s eclipse as
the ghosts and goblins of the Devil seek “Hate’s Trigger” that
lies under a deep-dark crater where twilight ghosts cry out now.
These demonic ghosts are known as the “Crying Beggars of Despair,”
who haunt the soul of mankind and are born out of the dark ashes of
unhappy wild beasts who speak with tongues of envy and sadness.
These ghosts now set up their invisible barbed-wire boundaries
that they want to burst later as they begin fighting for their true
existence in the Devil’s own “Dark Netherworld of Lost Souls.”
These ghosts begin now to dance gracefully in the dark shadows as
their deceptive tongues make false complaints and poisonous lies
that throw the state of mind of the demonic ghosts into utter turmoil.
With this evil event, their blood rushes rapidly below the skin’s
surface, as a fear now clings to their throat as an eternal burning
battle gains no foothold to the next following step they must take.
Yes, even for the Devil’s own demonic ghosts from the depths of
Hell itself, their life, their very own existence is incredibly fragile
and vulnerable just like a match is to a flame. Mors omnia solvit.
Gary Bateman, Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam McDaid
Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 7, 2021
(Tercet)
Categories:
entering, dark, death, emotions, evil,
Form:
Terza Rima
with no remorse he touched my shoulder
as i collapse within seconds ..i tumble down
a goal set..after i reached the point of no return
even now when my core crumbles into a thousand pieces
nothing more for me to do .. see how i loose weight
and to be set on fire ...with the impact left behind in history ..
i now return
meteorite entering the atmosphere at the speed my heart goes everytime i see you again
Categories:
entering, friendship, funeral, happiness, lost
Form:
Free verse
Coming out of a closet of shame
Following God who calls me by name
I now stand looking through the window
Gazing at a beautiful rainbow
Below the rainbow was a garden
Lovely; like the Garden of Eden
Jesus said, ‘Take my hand, I’ll guide you
Come, let us start things anew’
Memories of shame raced through my mind
Fear took on forms of many kinds
‘Should I take hold of His outstretched hand?
My pain, does He truly understand?’
I gazed at His nail-pierced hands and thought
‘Through great pain, my redemption He bought
How could I doubt His love for me?
Through His precious blood, He’s set me free’
I took His hand; we walked out the door
Unsure I was, of what was in store
I came to a halt at the threshold
My anxiousness I could not withhold
‘Let me behold this place for a while’
He nodded with a kind, knowing smile
Tears streamed freely down my pallid face
Then I said, ‘Let’s enter this new place’
With hands held, we entered the garden
Lovely; like the Garden of Eden
A perfect place unspoiled by sin
‘Let’s start anew; here’s where we’ll begin’
Strolling on smooth cobblestones walkways
Savouring the flowers in midday
Relishing the tunes of chirping birds
Those were pleasures that nature conjured
Jesus has taken my shame away
I came to realise that on the day
The day He led me to the garden
I am, in Him, a new creation
Categories:
entering, christian, depression, freedom, god,
Form:
Rhyme
I open the front door
The sun cascades over the trees
And glances off my BMW
One press of the button
The door opens gracefuly
The window slides down quitely
Its time for work
As I enter my world
Categories:
entering, business
Form:
Narrative
Let´s meet the happy-go-lucky man;
full-blooded,
neither craven nor valiant,
taking life as it comes with a touch of indifferent air,
good-humored, easy-going,
careless and not jealous.
Just It wouldn´t be bad to beam him a bit of mundane grandeur to be a perfect partner.
If it was not because...
We are actually referring to a dummy
Categories:
entering, creation, dream, hyperbole,
Form:
Personification
Thrown are we, irresolute innocence through regurgitated realities…
Distortions of parallel paradigms-
excrements of encrypted rhymes,
Sacrificial sapient slaves marooned by masochistic mortalities’
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Prolific pondering of minds within spatial exponential existence...
Social intorsions of inauspicious illusions-
captive calamitous confusions,
Warring machines mandating annihilation with rigorous resistance
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Tempestuous tyrants dictating, Overlords ruling of magnetic masses...
Dormant dimensions descending-
seraphical souls forever defending,
Dreams diminishing spiraling, convoluting nebulous germinal gases
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Hordes of Habitual hunger, incarnating wells by blackened abysses...
Demons demanding distraction-
embryonic echoes of attraction,
Succumbing’s sensorial seductions of love by misguided misses.
Feb.08.2019
I died a little inside
Sponsored by: Silent One
...the muse is in recluse...only somewhat posting now...partial involvement...will be back to full duties soon...thanks to everyone who have commented...love & peace to all...
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Categories:
entering, anxiety, depression, loss,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Contest
I wrack my brains
trying to please William
and gain a coveted trophy
but when I read all the other entries
I know that my paltry effort
just has not got a chance ...
Should I enter
Contest?
A Red-Letter Day Rictameter Poetry Contest
William Kekaula
Checked with soup counter and How many syllables - William counted as 2 syllables has per the counters (but to my ear it is three)
12/28/19
Categories:
entering, poetry,
Form:
Rictameter
As the man enters the jail, his belongings are searched and he watches just watches as photos of his mom, sister and of his new born son are being discarded. With every picture thrown away he begins to realize where he is, with every picture gone he begins to realize what he has done, and with ever picture lost he begins to realize all hope of humanity he once had is now void. He now realizes freedom is a byproduct of the mind which everyone takes for granted; but he to also knows that everyone is locked in a cell. There are just two differences, one you can see and feel, the other where you believe you are free but are locked inside the frame of what society perceives you as, and wants you to do. He would rather choose the cell then to be lied to.
Categories:
entering, life,
Form:
Free verse