Best Enveloped Poems
Rainbow - hues of love's presence
Drizzles of warmth and joy
Contentment of heart
Calming the ragged edge
Leavening excitement
Of all but the real
Circle's half - is subtly whole
Seen in a flash- lighting the soul
Remnants of delight's flight lingering
Poignancy wraps tightly
Our ode to love's stanza
Ribbons of the misty arc- adorn the day
Categories:
enveloped, love
Form:
In the quiet, the night to focus on
Dreams escape my head bringing dusty eyes
I follow its lonely steps to darkness
The moon begins to shine, starts to revise
Fog envelopes me holding me so tight
I can’t breathe, suffocating, I don't lie…
End of life forms before me, true as night
I finally suck in breath of the sky
Calmness enters my troubled head for once
Fog starts to recede, I see a home there
Is it mine, what is the purpose of this
My dreams, so lost, am I truly aware
Where am I to be in this dream, fancy
I delve into the space under this moon
Bewilderment occupies my shaved head
Smooth as silk, I follow nothing so soon
The fog starts to cast its way in again
I’m blinded only by the moon’s blue light
Now I must sit, I am tired, can’t go on
I hear the ocean, is it a new sight
I wake to the sound of my noise maker
To see thick fog covering everything
Every thought is clear, I can concentrate
I blame it on my dream, ventured seeing
Russell Sivey
Categories:
enveloped, dark, dream, life, light,
Form:
Quatrain
Horizon
has turned a softer red
While thoughts capture its quiet beauty
And I in its stillness await the coming of dawn
Lost between the birth of a new day and the vanishing night
Feeling each breath as the world turns slowly around me in technicolor
Morning has Broken
Frederic Parker
12/23/14
contest Enchantment Through a Prism
Categories:
enveloped, beauty,
Form:
Verse
enveloped in fog
the bonfire night party ends...
is life a damp squib ?
Categories:
enveloped, philosophy
Form:
Haiku
Dragging their shadow
A battalion of white clouds
Overtakes the Sun
Categories:
enveloped, introspection
Form:
Haiku
I started the day wholly fresh and free
Allowing this flu to envelope me
I sparked a fever
Puked up a beaver
Waiting for the day I’ll heal so fully
Russell Sivey
Entrant into ~Gwendolen~'s "The Sneezing Limerick Contest"
Categories:
enveloped, funny, life, day,
Form:
Limerick
In the mystical night of my thoughts, enveloped in the mystery of desire and nostalgia,
Can my soul be condemned if I have used my genius to become a thief of hearts?
Yearning to become your ethos, desiring to be the essence of your being,
To be the cherished one, seen as your tender lover,
For Cupid's arrows have made me soft and lost,
Should I see myself as an accursed, forbidden thief of hearts?
Like an earthquake named Poetio, I shattered the opaque window,
Behind which you hid your true nature,
That of a brave soul risking avalanches of emotions.
Rest your faith in my genuine feelings,
In my conscience, I have stolen nothing, committed no violence,
Not even an assault, but only sought to show you my devotion,
Yet I leave the judgment to you.
In your eyes, am I a criminal?
Seduction was my weapon, to prove my undying devotion,
If you judge me guilty, I will fall into misery,
Completely lost in this harsh reality,
A world where the gentle whispers of love become accusations,
And the desire to be cherished turns into an endless quest for redemption.
In the vast labyrinth of my thoughts, I wonder,
Have the sweetness of my words and the tenderness of my gestures
Transformed me into a criminal in the court of love?
Or am I simply another soul searching for connection,
Struggling to navigate the deep waters of emotions,
Always seeking a place where vulnerability is not seen as a crime,
Where the essence of my being can find solace and understanding.
If I am judged by the purity of my intentions,
Will my heart find exoneration?
Or will I wander forever, a lost traveler,
In the realms where desire merges with despair,
Seeking the light of acceptance in a world clothed in the shadows of doubt?
In this melancholic dance of self-reflection,
I await your verdict, hoping that the gentle grace of love
Will see beyond the veils of suspicion,
And recognize the authentic melody of my heart, beating only for you.
Categories:
enveloped, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Eyes enraptured enveloped
Toe touching toe
Hand holding hand
Mouth meeting mouth
Categories:
enveloped, love
Form:
Alliteration
our bodies fit warmly together
like a handwritten love letter
placed in a scented envelope
that's waiting to be mailed
Categories:
enveloped, love,
Form:
Free verse
In the whispers of the abyssal night, enveloped by the ocean of my ever-deepening emotions,
Here I stand again, submerged in the sea of ancestral pains, choosing to ignore and numb a life of torment.
My memories are crashing waves, each shattering me into fragments,
Threatening to reveal truths I cannot bear, another layer of trauma added,
The newest one breaking me, for this is my norm.
How can you forget to breathe?
I scream and shout to the gods, why don't you take me?
Always swimming in these waters, back and forth, I live the cruelest persecutions of life,
I know no other way.
The torment of feelings macerates me, my thoughts deepen and impregnate this waking nightmare that is my state of being.
I long to close my eyes and fall into eternal sleep, for when I sleep, I do not think.
Every time I wake up, I sink deeper.
The weight of everyday life, like a crushing barotrauma,
In the vast abyss of death, I ask my soul to keep me, deeper into the void.
A slave to fate.
She laughs at me, here I find myself.
With rolling eyes, she asks, "Are you afraid of death? "
"Yes, " I reply, and again I wake.
For years I lived in that abyssal layer.
But one day something changed.
I looked around at the water trying to surround me and saw a drifting wood floating nearby.
I swam towards it and was no longer drowning.
I braced myself for the next waves, but they did not come.
Now, on a liferaft I have built, I feel I know how to break these waves.
Years of storms, I know how to pass through them.
The warmth of my inner smile begins to burn,
Igniting my soul, so brave, I look at the shore in the distance and there I head.
The mockery of fate is heard through gusts and explosions, roaring in the heavens: "Are you afraid of death? "
"No, " I whisper.
I am not afraid of storms, my soul knows the way.
Because I have survived them all, and I will continue to do so, in my own unique way.
Categories:
enveloped, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Love enveloped passion flies between them
Perfect flowing kiss enhanced
Burning desire inside
Russell Sivey
Categories:
enveloped, life, love, passion,
Form:
Kimo
Blanketed like silky chiffon amongst
a babe’s soft scent,
allured into the morn’s glory with
sunbeams burnishing the dew
bellowing on a white rose’s blade.
The luster expressed has been
tempted by the reasoning of love’s
natural resounding essence-
For it has been done,
and will always be gifted amongst
the layers of soft grass laying across
emerald fields.
Patination reveals its abstract face-
all things it envelopes begins and
ends with a moment of strength.
Forever willing to be caught in the
middle of creation’s first breath,
it lusters once again,
into shades of verdigris crimson.
Covering the valleys of rolling hills,
reaching heights of a mount and
its efflorescent rock,
a strong coating of marvel frees
it from the weakness it longs for.
No longer is the patina willing to
ease a troubled mind,
yet-
it seeks what is and what was
never to become.
Patina Poetry Contest
July 1, 2018
Categories:
enveloped, deep, metaphor,
Form:
Free verse
I have sat and contemplated, entire galaxies of thoughts have enveloped my being,
And maybe it is time for me to withdraw, to whisper in the evening's hush: "Let me slip through your fingers."
Too much have I poured from the wine of my longing at a table where the other never knew how to appreciate the flavor.
It's not abandonment, it's a reverence for my soul, an acknowledgment of my own essence.
Love should be a two-way street, but tending towards one, only breaks me more.
To persist in a monologue, to keep my heart open for someone who doesn't return my song,
Is to wither my inner flowers in vain, without any hope of fruits.
The treasure of my love, glowing and pure, in word and deed,
Deserved to fly freely towards a soul that feels its worth and gives it an echo.
Letting them lose me might be the passport to the star awaiting my serenades,
And to someone who will love me with open horizons, with the grandeur of grateful constellations.
Perhaps the question will settle, like twilight over unreverted days: will they ever know what they lost?
Will they feel the void left by my absence, or will they move forward undeterred, unknowing of their loss?
In the end, the stars will speak at midnight, and time, both judge and cure,
Will be the one to erase my question in the wind, while I dance towards new fulfilled horizons.
Categories:
enveloped, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
My poetry skills are becoming highly developed.
And my whole total mind they have enveloped,
Without a doubt,
Mailed them out;
Guess what my wife enticed me so we eloped.
Jim Horn
Categories:
enveloped, allegory, analogy,
Form:
Limerick