Best Enticing Poems
Written: October 10, 2023
Night Bewitches Sponsored by: Shadow Hamilton
A dream is a microscope through which we look at the hidden occurrences in our souls. Erich Fromm
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In the placidity of the night's embrace,
bewitched the cosmos with an arcane grace.
The moon, a silver orb, may induce its rise.
Oozing its ethereal aurora over the skies
Whispers of worm words waft on wafture wear,
As the stars spangle, their nexus is spare.
The night wiles with its vestigial spell,
Drawing us in, under a talisman dwell.
Penumbras plaster pegs poltergeists of trees,
The twilight augury decry casts souls at ease.
Geezers of nightgown awaken from slumber,
Suing solace in the Cimmerian shade to clamber
The eventide sky overawes with a cosmic array.
Stars bedazzle and coxswain us on our way.
Moonlight sumptuous aura in a gentle glow,
Steer us through the shadow as the nexus flows.
Ebony necromancy decry a glamorous sight.
Drawing us close to the serendipity of the night.
In this cosmic wee hour, dreams bear flight.
Our souls are raised, and our hearts blight.
So let us indulge in this nocturnal delight,
As dusk vamps, squirting a glamor of delight.
Let us wander in the moonlit haze,
As sableness susurrous surreptitious sprays
Wee crepuscule twiddles, a plum night symphony
Where conceit phantasm and verity shed sympathy
Allotting an awareness acumen ariose and aureate
Upon ubiquitous utters uncanny unsophisticate.
that first peep of the crocus
breaking through frozen earth
longer hours of sunlight
bulbs drawn by brief sensations of warmth
like hearts that had lingered in frozen graves
waiting for gestures of kindness
ice melting, exposing vulnerability
enticing daffodils, hyacinths, lilies
often emerging too early
late frosts wilt blooms
premature buds succumb to April chills
no headstones, no names
only hope remains
perhaps next spring
a longer lifespan awaits
hearts and flowers
willing to face uncertainty again
*For Francine's "Flowers" contest
by Carolyn Devonshire
She lured me
Into her heart
she stirred me
Deep within
She captured me
Red lips of sin
She had me
Long ago
In that dream
Of wanton passions
She kissed me
To death
Springtime, yellow daffodils nodding gaily
Tulips open like poppies in the sunshine
Plush grass sprouting creating luscious cover
Enticing romance
Enticing sweet dreams you tiptoe
Charming passions memories spun
From days of our youth long ago
When quest of love had just begun
When in your heart I'm all alone
Enticing sweet dreams you tiptoe
Blazing desires we've felt and known
Kindled embers of romance glow
Musings endearing you well know
When our engaging souls impart
Enticing sweet dreams you tiptoe
Holding me captive of your heart
Oh! how our indulgent hearts woo
Flame of ardent past still aglow
Courting love beholden and true
Enticing sweet dreams you tiptoe
November 1, 2021
Quatern (eight syllables per line)
Placed 3rd: “S” Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Theme: Sweet
There was something magical and whimsical about the way she danced through life
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted for contest WONDERFUL ONE LINER sponsored by S. GRACE - December 22, 2017 - RANKED 8TH
In a room bubbling exuberance
and a gaiety crowd dancing to beats
we sit across each other ten feet apart,
his whispering pulses become audacious
every second approaching my heart
and I shiver as they unravel my layers,
intimate desires beneath naive smiles.
Flickering lights on his velvet skin,
topaz brown eyes decipher my love,
unveiling pearls behind chandeliers
as I make nervous moves to blanket them
in timid blinks of my lush orchard,
but he knows for I see him smile,
his blazing patience till we escape
this cacophony to face each other in euphoria.
Beads of sultry lemonade on his lips
kiss my fingers as I touch my glass,
he seems jealous of my crystal earring
embracing my cheek, entwined with my hair
and I envy his cotton white shirt
draping his ocean of passionate dreams.
He folds his sleeves, I tie my locks,
we've taken our first steps,
now ten steps apart drenched in mists
of our heated breaths we float at night,
our glances intermingled in frequencies,
that only our fingers can decode in smoke,
weaving patterns in the air between us,
my anklets kiss my fragile feet,
embellished in raging storms we drown,
in waves of hushed union escaping through vents
of a moment standing still known just to us,
pouring through crevices that moisten parched lands.
He has read my fantasies in folded memories,
electric touch flaming my passionate side
as his fingers hold mine in our recluse.
We've made love without physical touch,
and now we dance on pearls of octaves,
intertwined with beats on the surface,
curling in laced rhythms of ancient *ragas.
*Ragas are musical melodies for improvisation akin to a melodic mode in Indian classical music, considered a traditional means in music to evoke certain feelings in an audience.
June 28, 2020
Sensuality Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
~Winner: 2nd Place
There In Morning Sun, Hope Circled Enticing Dreams
From inside gaping jaws, golden honey slow drips
its taste as if bitter hell came with deadly judgment
life turned into a bevy of sunken ships
with the dried up bones below a sadden statement.
With solid granite illuminating moon 's glow
ironclad hills buried secrets sadder mysteries
impropriety ran in and melted wicked snow
starving for more people ate from empty granaries.
The wicked angels flew about on leaden wings
watching for the innocence of the golden truth
dawn's light erupted brought the small songbirds that sing
for hot romance and the vanities of our youth.
There in morning sun, hope circled enticing dreams.
Father time gave its fruit to fill the icy streams.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet,
Feb 25th, 1971
Limerick : Once a Flutist played an enticing tune
Once a Flutist played an enticing tune
While sitting on a seat-burning dune
Bedouins learned from camels
While suff’ring from measles
To compose get camel measles in June !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Enchanting me with your lust,
drawing me into the fire,
of your burning desire,
passion in your eyes.
For the spicy contest.
It interests me, to interest you.
To think about, what you think of.
As I want you, please want me too.
To feel the rain, to feel the love.
Is there an outside chance for a dance, with you?
Is there a drop of dew, that you want me too?
Is there an ember of lite for a nite, with you?
Is there a breath of time, to believe you're mine?
Your tight-fitted, neon-pink top glows in the dark surf,
While your fluorescent G-string sparkles in my brown eyes.
Each, firm buttock, the well-rounded quarter of savory Roe,
My raised shaft in mock-tandem salutes each, titillating swivel.
Your silver bangles reflect the golden sun beams:
Your silver locket refracts steam from my eyes.
Your lubed pigments with drying sun strokes bind;
My doting fingers carefully brush refinished surface.
Your silky, ebony locks morph into a shimmering frock,
Availing breeze bristles thread-ends against my chest.
Your polished legs are flossed by the foaming tides,
Tethering to my brawny sinews, coarse hairs lather.
Your tiny, nimble feet sweep the satin granules;
The winnowed seeds tenderly fondle my arched heels.
white diamond dews
soft petals dripping with sweat
drifting to the earth
enticing red rose
nourishing beauty of dawn
sun's aura smiles on
willowy billowy daydreams
whirlwind of playful fantasy
worshiping mystical moonbeams
waywardly sailing on a sea
warm starry midnight serenades
welcoming beckoning mermaids
whispering invite warm extremes
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on June 9, 2018 for contest PLEIADES sponsored by JOSEPH MAY - RANKED 3RD
The first hug I wanted to stay and have the wish of never coming out, the temperature of your body made me wanted to scream and shout.
The second hug was a forceful grip from yours to mines, it was so entencifying and beyond compare that I couldn’t even look you in your eyes.
The third hug you literally swept me off my feet, where when you did it my heart skipped a beat.
The fourth hug I got what you wanted to for surely give to me, a memory that I will cherish happily.
The last hug was the last and a very sad one, the most heart wrenching time before the end to my times with you of fun.