Best Entrance Poems
Autumn's soundless entrance, causes distress
This changing hue shares a sense of lament
As color in death seems to luminesce
Whispering leaves of Summer turn silent
How peaceful the world when they start to fall
And move to ground in a windswept tumble
To be worn by Earth as a covering shawl
Turning brittle, they begin to crumble
How silent the leaves as they disappear
Turned to mulch by Autumn's chilly hand
Dissolved by time before Winter comes near
The whispering leaves are buried in land
Talking Summer leaves, turn quiet and brown
When Autumn brings death, without any sound
9/16/16
contest Leaves Talking
Categories:
entrance, poetry,
Form:
Sonnet
To children's eyes in mid-December,
a city street winks and twinkles.
The towering collage of lights and patterns
seems majestic and surreal.
Silvers, reds, and living greens
all conjure up exotic scents and
whisper hints of private promises,
smiling, shining, blowing kisses.
Categories:
entrance, childhood, christmas, december, fantasy,
Form:
Blank verse
Galloping in; an albus steed, blanketed in virgin fleece.
Upon his back, fair maiden rides; the scene a masterpiece.
Their platinum manes tossing freely, in loose billowing curles.
She guides him with beaded reins, strands of lustrous pearls.
Flowing behind, an endless train of glistening, ivory lace.
Frosty air sparks iridescent off her beautiful china doll face.
Another year almost gone, just other months to remember.
But something not to be soon forgotten; grand entrance of December.
10/27/15
Contest: December
Sponsor: Chase Trevi
Categories:
entrance, december, winter,
Form:
Rhyme
(A Variation of: Your Departure Versus the Hindenburg by Kenneth Koch)
Every time you enter the room
I see it as an extension of
Pompeii
That great 76 A.D. volcano erupting
In molten lava like a 2-liter of soda exploding
after it has been shaken.
When you enter a room,
people run in fear to
hide from your presence.
Categories:
entrance, funny, parody,
Form:
Imagism
I sat ready to take the Entrance Exam
Determined to give it my very best shot
Hoping my answers would get me in
But worried that they may not
I looked around at the others in the room
Already deeply buried in the text
Some quickly scribbling their answers down
While others seemed terribly vexed
One tester yelled, “This isn’t fair”
“These aren’t the questions I studied for!”
I saw two others tear the test in half
And fall crying on the floor
Cheaters caught looking at another’s exam
Where quickly escorted out
I was ready to open my test booklet
Suddenly filled with horrible doubt
I know I got the first question right
“What is your name?”, is all that it read
But I wasn’t prepared for the second one
“When was it that they found you dead?”
I knew then just what this exam was for
And what place I was testing to get in
I took a deep breath, prepared for the worse
And turned the next page to begin
There were no questions about what is in the bible
Or how often to church I went
There were no questions regarding any religion at all
Or how my Sundays I had spent
There were no questions about the Ten Commandments
Or about using God’s name in vain
There were no questions regarding prayers that were said
And no dogma for me to explain
There was just one question in the middle of the page
Answer it truthfully, I knew that I should
I reread that question about twenty times,
“Did you do all the good that you could?”
Suddenly I was awakened by a beeping sound
And a doctor saying, “We’ve got him back”
The Entrance Exam I will have to retake
Because I didn’t die from that heart attack
But now that I had a look at that test
I know what I need to do to be better prepared
So the next time I sit in the Examiner’s room
I can write about all of the people for which I had cared
Categories:
entrance, introspection, me,
Form:
Rhyme
Coveted entrance opens again for the sunrays
Whisper with the tinges of clouds succeeds
Coats of fog and moats of hesitation dropped
Sunbeams set to get into the tidal summit
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7 September 2025
Categories:
entrance, creation, emotions, imagery, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
Coinciding wrath's adjourn, the legacy
to just envelope the return,
that first step, that first look, the yourn
it is the first beguiling, not last's spurn!
That seeing first, that moment's soft concern
how fondly, membered first in thought's affair
oh just how kindly, how extreme, how spare,
encumbrance, or encounter, not aware!
The entrance's show, not shoving, not impair,
that look's uncover, that long, folding stare ~
would glance it not from others, all repair,
it was that first love's look ~ that heightens care!
Categories:
entrance, love,
Form:
Monorhyme
Aware of welcome
She swirls in gaily and twirls
Showing off her dress
note(and her name is Spring) for Linda Marie's contest
Placed 4th in contest
Categories:
entrance, nature
Form:
Senryu
What one would at last gather
From listening to father:
Certain things go together;
The valiant and go-getter,
A genius and pace setter,
The heart and a pace maker,
Leather,gums and shoemaker,
An entrance and gatekeeper,
Attacker and goalkeeper...
You just have to be super
To join French Paratrooper,
From head to toe vigorous
To contain The Rigorous...
You don't meet night marauders
Obeying patrol orders:
Never assign mysterious
To the ever boisterous.
Categories:
entrance, education, imagination, perspective, wisdom,
Form:
Rhyme
I see the first few hints of fall
as corners of my yard compete
to be the first to win the gold,
in an Olympian type feat.
My old fruit trees, still in the race
hold bounty for migrating birds.
I must survive on fallen fruit
and inspiration for my words.
As summer shouts her last hurrah
she lingers on to watch the show.
The scarlet Oak and Maple vie
to outdo each other’s vibrant glow.
Viburnums dance in autumn’s breeze
in frenzy of delighted glee.
So proud to show their brand new dress,
they’re gaily shouting “Look at me.”
Seducer with scarlets and golds,
a temptress with her brazen bling
with foliage answering to her call.
I wish that fall could last to spring.
Categories:
entrance, nature,
Form:
Quatrain
in change of season
autumn makes a grand entrance ~
with subtly chilled winds
twirl then arabesque
leaves are dancing a ballet ~
unscripted, unstaged
one last performance
their swan song without encore ~
bare, the maple limbs
Categories:
entrance, autumn,
Form:
Haiku
Goin’ to school
Grad school that is
But I’ve got to wait
Till they choose me
There’s a simple
Process needed to be done
Before they allow me in
It’s an admission decision
They will notify me
By email, phone, or letter
I’m waiting painstakingly
For the results
Russell Sivey
Categories:
entrance, life, school,
Form:
Free verse
Enter into the temple that God made it to be,
It is now an empty hollow shell filled with love's memories,
It has served men well it's doors and windows once open,
The men who entered did not tell,
They were hoping to gain in experience it was then an institution,
Now it's bare and forsaken there is not much use in it,
There's been repeated attempts to restore a now still entity,
To relive the days in the sun to rekindle the flames of desire,
To the love that once meant so much,to be the lover of great men once again,
It would be painful to go there because I was once free of care,
Loving was so easy it was like second nature to me,
Now the lustful days has transformed my heart into a painful memory,
To feel ecstacy once again is impossible you see,
I went down to ecstacy,way past satisfaction and I lost my virginity,
My body once God's temple he used to dwell inside,
Love has forsaken it's beauty the years have been unkind,
My hair once black and wavy is now white and a little panky,
My hips once round and curvy are spread out like the sea,
I've burdened none in hopes that I will survive the tomorrows,
I'd like to love for eternity on fantasies and dreams,
I come across such useless things at night as I wonder through
the dimly lit room,it smells of candles and sweet with fragrance,
Finding nothing like two arms to lie in,these are things meant for virgins.
Categories:
entrance, black african american, inspirational,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
Pain searing through me;
My energy flowing away free,
Drained to the core,
I did not know if I could take more.
Exhausted and weary;
So very bleary,
I wanted to just halt;
To cease my body from this assault.
There was no stopping this journey;
My path was set and stormy,
Onwards my fate was set.
I could not quit just yet.
I felt as though I had died so many times;
Yet, my body suffered through its hurting crimes,
Flowing through my body like chains of fire;
Burning my flesh with its dark desire.
Just when I felt I lost;
That this battle had cost,
My life and my soul;
I finally reached my goal.
Your cry was like a baby lamb;
Your life penetratated through like a broken dam,
Your little screams so astounding;
I felt my heart pounding.
Finally my little girl was born,
And even though I was so worn;
I could not stop looking at your beauty,
I was complete; I done my duty,
My daughter had breathed in her life,
My joy was rife.
I cried with joy:
So happy you was not boy!
Categories:
entrance, birth,
Form:
Rhyme
The eager winter in dead display
The sky a-sparkle great beautifier
With rosy flushes of radiant sachet
The winds at eve, melodic and higher
As clearing harmonies of a delighting lyre
O calm spring morning smooth 'n clean
Sun 'n skies, surges of budtime en·gen·der
Fragrant blooms make the scene
And blossoms of springtide tender
Season now, blue atmosphere splendor
The scape coming stacked with shading
With the smell of magnificent greenery ooze
The stirring in the grass cascading
Presenting to you the appreciated news
All winter days is past blues
Categories:
entrance, nature,
Form:
Quintain (English)