Best Enwrap Poems
Come gather ‘round me, children as I leave
Countless as stars and I am pleased
Most of you older ones bring me most joy
When I call, how you make my heart soar
Some late nights when sleep takes a hike
You enwrap me in a warm embrace tight
As we stroll through life’s broadening lanes
Picture-perfect glimpses of you remain
This new home will be my final abode
No negativity fits in- peace it erodes
Have no regrets, each one has a place
The universe is a wide open space
The moment, you my fondest was born
I recorded you like my favorite song
Now, I go where I can not take you all
So come, fondest memory as to sleep we fall
~*~
Note: For Frank's "Fondest Memory" Contest
Rusted wire against a tree, year by year recedes
The countless rings of outer bark enwrap the wire within.
I mark the circles choking me. I’m taut, stretched thin.
Thus Time is so absorbing me. Consumed. The oak tree feeds.
I think there’s magic left still in today,
To change back pink near sunsets ominous;
Where colors viewed assemble midnight gray,
Staining soft skies with reckless wantonness;
Daffodil gardens peer out from long weeds,
Hoping same may enwrap their blossom’s flight;
For seen are buckets of poisonous seeds,
Sprouted tomorrow that grow overnight;
I believe wise dragonflies yet exist,
With wing-ed strength to stir warm meadows cool,
And put out fires where smoky plumes persist,
Returning power to the golden rule;
In forest scenes a rustle heard from trees,
Says first for all I must ask heaven please.
To be in clover as the soft wind blows -
my love beside me underneath blue sky.
Each minute as it quickly comes and goes
we give no thought to, for in love we lie
with scent of meadow flowers in the air.
We watch the clouds drift, naming forms we see.
Tranquility and gladness find us there.
No other place would I prefer to be.
His arms enwrap me as it’s growing cold.
His eyes meet mine; I shiver with delight.
Behind a mountain slides the sun - once gold.
The moon appears. It rises with the night,
and passion in our own souls starts to climb.
Can any day be any more sublime?
As I stand here before you gazing into your eyes, may I take thine hand in mine?
To behold your poise and charm, and enwrap me into your arms to entrust my need unto thee entwined?
Come away _ come away far beyond cometh thee, _ Let me taste thee on my lips.
As we dance the loving tango _ rhythmic thighs between my hips.
If I yield myself unto thee _ will you want of me upon bend-of-knee as was originally designed?
Doth not you feel the heat within the depths of my emotions', at its’ hidden base?
For words cannot escape me _ pray thee perceive them athwart my face.
Passions rise beyond the morning _ before cometh nigh an ending of my yearning _ and the music to wain and dance away.
With a sigh of great relief flows the river of my nature; now be my anguish restfully at bay.
In the moments of twilight fading, reigns the peace of my new solace, tranquility, and grace.
****092020
Dear Heavenly Father,
I do not want for anything
except for your healing touch upon my body
and for tranquility to envelop me this season.
For peace I pray -
For peace of mind and also
for your loving peace
to enwrap all the people on this planet.
Let those who seek
find the needed solutions
to the many problems
plaguing them today.
This is what I ask, and I know it is a lot.
Amidst the tribulations all around us,
let me and all my loved ones
revel in sweet harmony
this Christmas season
and forevermore.
Amen
Dec. 2, 2020 for the Christmas Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
I see you, more than you understand
Your heart, your soul, its like the perfect book
Your heart it beats and yet you do not live
Why do you resign yourself to such a fate,
A fate, an attempt at life that is such a waste
I know in your heart you wish things where different
Wish the past had not happened,
Wished that your heart did not ache so much
This wish is futile, to wish your heart away is to hide
Do not hide from what enriches your life
You will forever remember this
Learn from these pages in your book
Yet that crippling pain is likely the purest emotion you have felt
I am here staring into you, reading you
I see your soul for what it is,
It is struggling to restore your shattered heart
Your greatest weakness is your fear
You fear for what can be, for the next pain
So many times you have been shattered
Many times broken and defeated
But you must learn to fight back
Learning that pain is only the beginning is the only way
Without this I doubt your heart or your soul will survive
Survive the apocalypse of your life, fate has not ended it
This is after all just the beginning of your future
I beg you to continue your life,
I yearn to read into your heart, mind and soul more
Please forgive my selfishness but I need you to continue
The waste of your heart is too much
The waste of a soul like yours is a shame
I will pass you the string for which to sew your heart
I will pass you each piece, each shard of your soul
Allow yourself time to heal,
The process is only as slow as you make it
Demand your heart to listen to your mind
Falling back into the pit of despair is truly mad
If you allow yourself to fall within its inky depths
Then forever will its dark tentacles enwrap your heart
You have felt the pain now, felt it keenly
Do not fall into vengeance, it is seductive, it is sweet
But it is a short reprieve from the darkness
Take heart, the good die young is what we're told
The better die last.
The best live eternal in their love, for true love is eternal
That love will forever last in another’s hear.
Do not give in to pain,
Do not give in to hate,
Give in to your recovery.
Sweet love, if death’s black net my mind shall cover
And drape with doubly twining nets my heart,
Be not the one to weep and cry, dear lover
For never shall I from your essence, part.
When you shall to your chambered bed, retire,
I shall bear my embalming pinions
Above your crest, so that when you shall tire,
You’ll safely roam in dream’s dominions.
When you shall wake before the morning’s charms,
And bear upon your brain, renewéd thought,
I shall enwrap you with my tender arms,
Although you’ll feel them as the air and not
As mortal flesh, but some unearthly ether,
For, love, in life and death we’ll stay together.
© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov
Number II of
THE JENNIFER POEMS
I implore thee Jen
Listen to the call of my heart
And to th’appel of my tongue-
I beseech thee to listen while
My tender heart goes ding-dong.
There exists no fuller joy
Than when my arms enwrap thee.
There is no fuller bloom
Than when I listen to thee pipe.
I have watched thee play in the hay
And heard your songs whispered the breeze
Heard the birds play your name.
I have watched your very innocence while my heart
Blooms like a thousand daffodils in autumn’s joys.
Before thee I genuflect, eyes watered
With the mist of my gleeful love.
My legs collapse before thee in wonder.
Lift me up, lift me up!
Am I no mortal? Am I not?
Why let me suffer this way?
Just give me back that strength I need
By those three words that fuel the Soul.
Do you want to be a member of the 27 club? - When one asks,
Like snakes hidden beneath leaves - dying at 27 - its grim face masks;
Gifted, skilled, artistic and masterly are its members,
Musicians, stars, celebrities... all gold gone through embers...!
Robert Leroy Johnson, American Blues musician,
Died drinking poisoned whisky, loon-like, losing cognition;
Brian Jones, wood-thrush, British multi-instrumentalist,
Lived introvert; died drowning, like a sentimentalist...!
Alan Wilson, Jimi Hendrix, Deve Alexander,
Jim Morrison, Joplin, Kurt Cobain... all known for candor;
Drug-alcohol-abuse, homicide, suicide, mishap,
Easily to wrath of mistimed death, they did get enwrap...!
Amy Winehouse, one of youngest of Club Twenty Seven,
Singer, lyricist...! Has she gone to hell or to Heaven...?
Alcohol poison! Like many others, a millionaire!
I don't want to die, she said. Did death hear her last prayer...?
Discouragements and depressions that lead to mental-kick,
Hopelessness, helplessness, anxieties... all makes them sick;
Dry branches hold to trees; holding to divine they could live;
Premeditated sins and evils - will heavens forgive...?
12 September 2022
The 27 club Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Science struggles
to enwrap consciousness
in a thought-filled cage..
Pressing consciousness
through the bars and
with temporary relief
from a seeming demand
to reckon with an observer
an inner presence entangled
with sights and sounds..
We are all struggling
to find Peace..Happiness..
Struggles are the
messages from These:
a simple request to re-direct
our gaze and ears
to that which precedes..
The consciousness of
our deep intuition...
I am the helpless, wingéd fly whose thirst
For nectar draws me close to your steel cell
Where once imprisoned, death drapes me. The first
I’m not to fall beneath your binding spell
For many men have tried your kiss to drink,
But sadly, such a kiss them did enwrap
With slumb’rous poisons, so that they did sink
Within death’s abyss. You’re the Venus trap,
The beast whose luring nectars lovers draw,
Tormentor whose first weapon is your sweets,
Whose second is the power of your jaw,
And all the poison that your heart secretes!
Of your dark deeds, to others, I’ll impart
So they won’t be allured to your black heart!
© 2013 Gleb Zavlanov
I float as a leaf on my reverie in your life’s scenic stream,
until I reach the sea on the ripples of your love I’ll remain.
You won’t ever bring in the feral flood, break my dream,
for in your arms my heart wants to lie again and again.
I fly as a bird in the azure infinitum of your seamless sky,
when the sudden storm surges with clouds, so assured I feel,
you won’t let it wriggle my whispering wings soaring high,
for I’ll ascend your adoring heart's fervent firmament tranquil.
I sparkle as a pebble draped by pearls on the waves of your sea,
as they spread on my coast and I roll, your touch I’ll enwrap.
You won’t let the surge of rainstorm abandon me in the debris,
for on the shore of your yearning my heart will be on your lap.
If the tides of your time shatter my longing you’ll see in surprise,
picking up the splinters of love for you my heart will again rise.
_____________
February 5, 2021
Contest : Sensual
Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot
Frozen sky and frost fastened ground
In the mystique mask of departing light
They meet in the abode of those departed.
The identities dissolve in inseparable oneness
Bringing together in seamless proximity
The living and the dead
In gripping stillness and in deafening silence
In fading light and in gloomy desolateness
Of the graveyard in the wasteland reclaimed
All engraved in the consumed life’s winter frame.
Defoliated trees clad in somber grief
Stand static as the shadowless sentinels
Lest those lying beneath the stones resurrect
And fly away with the northern wind.
The children of the past born under the sun
Left behind the warmth in the distant hearts
When time came to find a place within the earth.
The lonesome bouquet laced with love not yet dead
Carries the frozen fragrance of remembrance.
The defrosted soul may rise someday as mist
Enwrap the lives enfolded within despair
Of the cold embrace of the dried drops of tear.
Written : September 16, 2017
April 24, 2020
Contest : Strand Pick D, Any Theme, Any Form
Sponsor : Brian Strand
As I search the stars,in search of you
within' the darkness of the celestial
I only envision dancing in your emerald sea
even the stars themself twinkle green
a sight to behold,a sight to be seen
My eyes can't wait to surround you
my heart can't wait to beat alongside yours
In my mind,there is only you....
as I gaze upwards toward the heavens
I feel your heavenly presence enwrap me
a most assured comfort as I travel
.....following my emerald jewel
In search of you,in search
of my beauty and light
you are with me everyday
as in our mind
embracing our together eternally.....