Best Enwrapped Poems
When she gazed at me
I knew it was my destiny
I knew the rest of me
Would tell her history
I was in love
When she spoke to me
I felt my knees grow weak
I could hardly speak
Enwrapped in her mystique
I am in love
I knew it from the start; I felt it in my heart; we would not be apart;
I knew it that first day; she took my breath away; I felt the earth start to sway;
I was in love
I am in love
She is love
When she gazed at me
I knew it was my destiny
I knew the rest of me
Would tell her history
I was in love
I am in love
She is love
Categories:
enwrapped, love,
Form:
Lyric
Her dark hair, laced with silver strands,
cascaded once with sable glint,
then lost (with drifting of the sands
of time) the chasteness of its tint.
It still grows long, but she has kept
her dark hair laced with silver strands
pulled back, attractively upswept,
at times enwrapped in stylish bands.
She misses days of few demands,
the ragtop down, her locks wind-tossed.
Her dark hair laced with silver strands
reminds her now of all she's lost. . .
She combs it out in dying light
of dusk and dreams a lover's hands
were touching it this moon-streaked night -
her dark hair, laced with silver strands.
Categories:
enwrapped, dark, hair, sad, silver,
Form:
Quatern
I stand here by the ocean, heart in hand
A tender place that you and I made ours
To foster it from that which time devours
And put to rest what I don't understand
Oh all those years ago we claimed this spot
Enwrapped in towels, hidden in the dunes
We whispered to each other, steamy runes
Our arms and legs entwined in sexy knots
So many summer eves would end that way
Still lost in our own lust 'til sun was down
And diving deep our passion 'til we'd drown
In waves of moonlight, 'neath the Milky Way
Such times were but a fraction of our love
Two souls so joined that we were one inside
A glaring joy and bond we could not hide
And perfect, faithful match of hand and glove
Yet now I stand here, gazing 'cross the years
Regretting how we slowly changed our ways
In how our absent hours had turned to days
And days, melted to months and drying tears
I vowed that I would take much greater pains
In crossing o'er time's widening divide ...
Until your letter reached me, and inside
The words you used to open up my veins ...
You could've said goodbye and not been cruel
But even that is not the grandest crime ...
The bitter draught to swallow, all this time
Is that, despite it ALL, I'm ... still ... your ...
Fool.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Twin Flame Separation" Poetry Contest, Madison Demetros, Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Tarnished Reflections" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Sponsor.
~ 7th Place ~ in the "Best Rhyming Poem In March" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.
Categories:
enwrapped, analogy, lost love, memory,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
in my beautiful dream -
enwrapped by green tranquility -
I am kissing your tender lips
beneath the bluest sky
as meadowlarks serenade us
Date written: May 14, 2019
Categories:
enwrapped, dream,
Form:
Verse
Inscribed still stone unholds, supine spirit enfolds
bemoaned psyche enwrapped, entranced soul strings unsnapped.
Categories:
enwrapped, death, memory,
Form:
Alexandrine
I am what others didn't want to know
I went where others feared to go.
My training in violence was nothing new,
But I did well what they were afraid to do.
I don't hate those who refused to go
I did it for my country, not for show.
An eternal loneliness beyond the pale
Was my certain reward should I fail.
I have seen terror's deathly face
And feared to go, but kept the pace,
Enwrapped in the cold sting of fear
I fought for buddies and those I hold dear.
I've known sweet love and a moment's kiss
And wished for all the world I could stay with this.
But I was committed and I knew my lot
To live out death and dangers best forgot.
Shrouded deep in the stink of death
I've cried aloud and tried to catch my breath,
While my soul screamed out to God where I'd been
To just once more escape the living pain, again.
Going where others wouldn't go
Knowing what others wouldn't know,
I am the stuff of legends and lores
I am a veteran of my nation's wars.
I ask only a moment of your day.
A moment of silence out of the way,
Ask only that you honor the debt
Of freedom bought: don't forget.
by E. Marshall Evans
Categories:
enwrapped, adventure, cancer, fear, veterans
Form:
Quatrain
You once said that you love me
And would be proud to be my wife
And the love that grows inside
Would do so for all your life
You once said that you adore me
And all the little things I do
And the best things of all
Were those things I do to you
Now, I sleep in the guest room
And you hardly speak to me
And those few words you do say
Are full of apathy
I can’t remember our last kiss
And you cringe upon my touch
I’m not sure when the love left
But it’s abandoned both of us
I would like to fall in love again
And I would like my lover to be you
Do you think we can re-spark the flame
Given all that we’ve been through
I know that I’ve grown old and fat
And no longer have my hair
But I know that the love I felt
Still festers down in there
You once said that you love me
I once responded back in kind
Do you think the adoration lost
Is something we can find
Do you think that the joy we felt
Enwrapped in each other’s arms
Is something these old folks can find
Or is it now long gone
I would like to fall in love again
And I would like my lover to be you
I would like to find the joy again
That the two of us once knew
Categories:
enwrapped, life,
Form:
Rhyme
In subtle silence runs a river of hopes and dreams
To find the essence of solitude, I must bridge its width
So I wait, with patience, anticipating the quiet hush
Its powerful roars come with solace, peace and true girth
It drapes the busy walls like rich, velveteen brocade
Tranquil, I find myself in its unfettered embrace
I become a cocoon enwrapped in comfort and warmth
Captivated, in the moment I savor the sweet taste
In recline, my heart beats to its rhythmic chant
And my breathing becomes slow, deeply sublime
While I inhale the soothing fragrance of lavender oils
The world is shut out and heart reaches its climb
Peacefully drifting, light as leaf upon a river
My soul rises to sing sacred songs of praise
Enthralled in beauty of suspended animation
And I breathe in the silence with solitude encased
~*~
Note: For Paula Swanson's "Breathe in Silence" Contest
By : Audrey Carey
Categories:
enwrapped, inspirational, introspection, lifeheart, heart,
Form:
Quatrain
It was a sultry summer day,
The air lay thick and still.
The leaves hung flaccid on the trees,
As if slumbering in a deep sleep.
No birds were to be heard
For they were hiding from the heat.
The awful quiet was deafening,
And the utter stillness unrelieved.
She pondered about her life
As she stood silent in the field.
Oh, there is nothing new, she thought,
There is nothing but an interminable ennui.
Immense clouds hung still above her
Like enchanted continents in the sky.
Yet she missed each single one of them,
Her eyes might’ve well been shut.
There was just emptiness, she thought,
And a tedious town, and a hollow life.
Her mind was made up about that place,
She was right, she thought, and she would never budge.
She hardly noticed it at first,
For she was pondering her woes and fears.
It first tickled her earlobe,
Then it softly blew into her ear.
Likely a vexing fly, she thought,
As she swayed her hand next to her head.
But then it fondly stroke her neck,
And slowly crept beneath her dress.
It tenderly caressed her legs
With the subtle touch of a satin sheet.
She scarcely felt it, and then dismissed it,
And returned to tallying her hardships.
But it had come for her, from so far away,
To be so readily refused.
It had rushed across valleys, ascended great mountains,
As only a fervent lover would.
Rejected yet not dismayed,
It refused to be dismissed.
You are my great love, it breathed, and I am yours,
And enwrapped her whole body with bliss.
Seized from her cares, and in extreme delight
She swung her arms open wide.
And as she did, the aged world,
Now a little new, appeared before her eyes.
But the merciful breeze had moved on.
It continued on its broad track.
The lover, foreteller of change,
And defeater of heat and murk.
Categories:
enwrapped, allegory, angst, depression, inspirational,
Form:
Quatrain
In quantum mechanics particles remain entangled
And connected over huge distances.
So that actions performed on one particle
Still affect the others in the web or wave.
Einstein called entanglement "Spooky at a distance"
Because he couldn't explain the fate of Schrödinger's cat.
In a strange twist of fate, scientists
Discovered a new phenomenon called 'rhyme'
Which was related to 'strangeness' of quarks.
Rhyme was the missing link between entropy and entanglement.
Rhyme was what kept particles entangled by strong reason.
But the law of entropy ensures that ordered entangled particles that rhyme
Must dissociate fast to maximum disorder, releasing huge amounts of energy.
The breakthrough came when NASA employed poets to entwine reason and rhyme
To create Rhyme Drive, a quantum ion drive engine beyond belief,
Which was capable of getting a spacecraft to Mars in 42 minutes flat.
Speed of light shattered by rhyme and reason, science and poetry enwrapped in strangeness.
So it was dawn at Cape Canaveral for launch of Rhyme 1 to Mars,
With gaggle of poets and scientists on board the first flight,
Ready to prime and prompt Rhyme Drive to cite and perform.
No need for sandwiches, as this touch and go return flight, would be back before lunch.
Hawking and Branson embraced, and cheered the lift off Rhyme 1
Waving a banner "Rhyme Warps Time, See You Soon"
Categories:
enwrapped, science, science fiction,
Form:
Free verse
You touched my mind long before I saw you
I wandered in thoughts of you in dreams
Dreams became moments of desire
when your words opened up my world
You touched my heart long before I met you
I lost myself in your eyes, falling deep
into the blue pools of your passion
when your words beckoned me
You touched my soul long before you touched me
I surrendered myself to a heaven
surreal in feelings you painted
when your words enwrapped my heart.
Categories:
enwrapped, lovewords,
Form:
In depths of darkness my eyes had been blind
opened through the wondrous gift of spiritual light.
Now, I see clearly, the truth of Biblical Words
the relevance of life, and what it means to me.
I freed myself from distractions and despair
with the force of waves crashing upon the shore.
I feel as though I've harnessed their strength
to swim from shadows that once bound my mind.
I am enwrapped in God's grace.
My heart gently awakened,
Lidded eyes, once blind, unveiled,
Divine light resides in my soul.
Jesus said, “I am the light of the world. Whoever
follows me will by no means walk in darkness,
but will possess the light of life.” *
My faith in Father and Son shines as a lamp upon
my roadway. Step by step, I follow the righteous
path to a happier existence, for the light of truth will
prevent me from stumbling into an abyss of darkness.
Humbly grateful, I walk in spiritual enlightenment,
encouraged with hope granted to me through Their
merciful love for mankind.
*John 8:12
December 14, 2020
The Light Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Categories:
enwrapped, inspiration, light,
Form:
Free verse
SILVER SPUR'S SECRET
Those roaring days, oh Silver Spur,
When mining brought your birth;
Among the hills you came to life,
Men flocked to seek your worth.
From far and wide the fam'lies came,
Yet sadly paid the toll,
So many little souls you'd claim,
Their gravesites with no hint of name,
And scattered 'long a knoll.
One solitary wrought iron frame
Though stands out on the crest,
An adult's grave, but all the same,
No clue does it suggest.
For many years we searched to find
Great grand-ma's resting place,
A gentle soul, so loving, kind,
Whose words were always - " never mind ",
Enwrapped with smiling face.
Old Wollombi shared childhood days
Until you said adieu,
While Murrurundi heard you say
To your young man - " I do ".
You bore a fam'ly of thirteen
Though two sweet girls you lost,
With husband Michael you were seen
To keep your children fed and clean,
No matter what the cost. Australia's bush was your backyard
Its gums and wattles too,
While life in tents was kind of hard
No complaint came from you.
Then suddenly your Michael died
You carried on alone,
A Bush Nurse you would always ride,
Kind midwife by a young mum's side,
Your caring was well known.
With fam'ly grown and spread like seed
That carries in the breeze,
Your weary soul then felt the need
To rest, to be at ease.
For years we knew not where you were
Our search though did not cease,
With many folk we did confer,
Then learnt your secret Silver Spur,
Dear Cath'rine rest in peace.
Categories:
enwrapped, family, history, life, silver,
Form:
Rhyme
Schuylkill Valley Encampment, February, 1778
Dearest Beloved,
This letter, penned with nature still enwrapped in winter’s shawl,
Might reach your hands by April, should it reach your hands at all.
Your parcel came this morning, now I take the time tonight,
Before I sleep, to correspond with you by candlelight.
Our troops look less an army than a ragged band of thieves;
We’ve gone without supplies now since the falling of the leaves.
My old shirt hung in tatters, yet I wore it as it was.
I thank you for the new one; kindness is as kindness does.
The season dawdles cruelly on the icy road to spring,
So please excuse my penmanship, like strands of knotted string,
My script becomes a scribble as the temperature goes down.
I haven’t yet replaced the gloves I lost at Germantown.
Some days it makes me wonder if we’re merely grasping straws.
At times, I must admit, I have my doubts about our Cause.
I’m staying till it’s finished though; I want that understood.
It may not make a difference, but it does my conscience good.
I’m not the one who named these hills; it’s no romantic ploy
To say I stand between the heights of Misery and Joy.
But don’t you get to thinking I’m all misty-eyed and such.
I only want to tell you that I miss you very much.
I pray this letter finds you well, at peace and safe from harm.
New Hampshire nights can be as cold as any witch’s charm.
It’s cold in Pennsylvania, too. For warmth I must depend
On this new shirt and thoughts of you, my dearest, sweetest friend.
Your most affectionate,
M.
First Troop,
Philadelphia Light Horse
Categories:
enwrapped, allegory, history, romantic,
Form:
Lyric
Clasping the bed linen
The old woman gasped for breath
And pleaded air to enter into her nostrils
She beseeched before the heavens
To pump back health into her
She sensed the fear of her heart
Embroiled in a war between life and death
The subtle heat of the case
Could be sensed in the air
The courtroom remained silent
Except for the two lawyers who broke the silence
The accused looked at the Lady Justice
Like her even truth was blindfolded
He was innocent and only he knew it
The politics in the state found no scapegoat
Better than him
He was sure he’d be announced guilty
For a crime never committed
Entangled in truth and Lie
He beseeched the heavens to save him
The right leg walked left
And, the left one seeked right
The right hand danced in the air
Whilst the left one caught a cheap beer bottle
With drowsiness robbing his senses
He walked across the crowded road
The drunkard’s carelessness
Threw the people into tantrums
It seemed, as if death pitied him
And halted every time he came closer
To a moving car or motorcycle
Tangled in the web of addiction
He forgot the world everytime
The nectar trickled through his throat
Just like a dry land revives after rain
His tongue revived when the ambrosia flowed on it
The unwanted hand touched her
She stared at a shadow approaching
Towards her in the room
She was forced into prostitution
It brought her money
Enough to feed the members of her family
Torn between dignity and shame
She found no way out
With the decline in the day
The sun reached its resting spot
The cough of the old woman calmed
The court was adjourned and he returned home on bail
The drunkard wobbled back home
The young woman made her way back to home
The four were found sleeping under the same roof
Amidst the four walls that surrounded them
Neither of them had the strength
To admit their day went on well
Yesterday remained the same
Today was the same monotonous one
While future promised no hope of change
Sleep lovingly enwrapped them
And provided them a temporary escape
From their harsh realities
Categories:
enwrapped, cry, dark, emotions, endurance,
Form:
Free verse