Best Fixating Poems


Premium Member Shooting Stars

A spectacular show enlightens heavens above
In ephemeral musings of burning meteoroids
Mimicking likeness of falling ornamental stars--
Beaming streaks of rainbow-colors earthbound,

When earth crosses trajectory of comet's path
Encountering in its way pebbles of cosmic rock
Colliding, illuminating in orbital trespass,

Elements of iron, copper, magnesium, silicone
Glittering within spectra of kaleidoscopic astral art;

Streaming down rockets of blazing stars--
Tinted meteor-showers flaunting nature's panorama
Fixating sights upward where constellations are,

In idyllic August venue gazing ashen sky
Exhilarated witnessing magical phenomenon;

Mesmerizing predawn with seductive stagecraft
Premiering its play slyly when moon's hiding out
And sun's yet to commence ascending golden arc.

August 15, 2019
Placed 2nd: Shooting stars poetry contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Placed 3rd: Strand select N contest by Brian Strand
Form: Verse

Premium Member Raining in Summer

Amplifying vehemence of thunder, roaring on skyline ablaze,
Lightning strikes, shattering clouds, sparkling scorching haze,
Blasting dry, sunstruck meadows, drenching thirsty terrain,
Gushing streams, rushing thrust ferocious of turbulent rain.

In realms of dimming yonder, trees whirl, shake, and sway,
Grooving to rhythms of foothills, expressive of feisty ballet,
As incessant downpour pelts, dispersing sweltering heat,
Dancing on prairies and rivers, resounding a boisterous beat.

Down the mountain, over plush valley, beyond an arid knoll,
Breezing with the fleeting storm, reinvigorated vistas scroll,
Scintillating in beams of gold, twilight soon brings to fore,
Adorning arc amethystine, where dream-scapes violet soar.

Enlightened in scarlet rays, as grimace of humid malaise decays,
Revealing a glint, avid day, piercing through tenebrous daze,
Misery retreats rapidly, withering anguish of a vanishing day,
Engraving motifs crimson, upon tapestries once mired in gray.

Reveling in unfolding scene, gawking eve’s resplendent tempo,
From the street, through windows, fixating on the skylit show;
Eyes enamored now applaud~ orange, indigo, smile of rainbow,
Peeking through blazing halo, flaunting art of evenfall aglow.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Snowy Morning

Snowflakes adorn blurry morn, gently, gently trickling down 
As salted streets are turning brown across this weary town
While tilting trees blow wheeze of breeze in throe of snow
In aerial dance of wintry woe, as tips of twigs sun rays glow.

Driving slowly, traffic is moving, blinkers brightly turning on
As somber day, bearing yawn, is awakening bleak and drawn
When kids thrilled, frolic and build, a snowman on their lawn
Celebrating school closings on this messy, dampened dawn.

Peering scenes tinted gold, hushed romantic gazes behold
Fixating on meadows bold, where pristine paintings unfold
Delighting in the glowing blaze that brightens daze of malaise
Appealing to zeal of morning, blushing haze in emergent rays.

A deer ambles besides her fawn, exiting her quiet hideout
Curious to scout how leisurely strollers are sauntering about,
Ruminating sunshine while darkened clouds are phasing out
As bluing skies, sparkle eyes, illuminating zest of astral clout.

Beyond foothills, tall cliffs sigh, scintillating in sapphire sky
When far from here, climbing up high, cerulean motifs vie
As cobalt imprints horizons amplify, where birds merrily fly
Announcing to the receding storm: it’s time to say goodbye.

When daylight quivers on melting mound of thawing ground
Amidst whispers swirling around, muffled wind’s hissing sound;
Golden glints thrill, glistening hill, tinting the landscapes blue
Refracting puddles in ornate view of glinted beams’ opal hue.

November 16, 2020
Poem of the day on November 18, 2020
Placed 1st: In rhymes sublime poetry contest--by Joseph May
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Love Weaves a Magic Spell

Blooming avid hearts, where reveries dwell,
“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Turning daydreams into amorous fairytale
Of endeavors esoteric smitten passions unveil,

Sketching emotions, fantasies ecstatic ignite,
Threading themes, musings-intimate write,
Embroidering bliss upon tapestries of mind,
Bedecking realm heavenly, destiny designed,

Rejoicing springs roaming on fragrant breeze,
Sailing blue seas, summer’s aspirations seize,
Exultant in notions of love, autumn weaves,
Choreographing dance of falling gold-leaves,

Luring besotted eyes fixating on moonlit skies, 
Vying impulses-romantic, fervid moods surmise,
Rhapsodic in elation, aglow in stellar delight,
Hypnotizing minds caressing proffers of night,

“Love weaves a mysterious magic spell”
Blooming avid hearts, where reveries dwell,
Culminating in sweet rendezvous desires plea
Threading intimate fantasies for you and me.
Form: Rhyme

So I Dance For You

| So I dance for you |

Awaiting I'm fixating upon my breath, becoming translucent between the day,
If I could only reach those sea of stars that light.
But, why each twilight passes you promise to stay?
Thereupon, keep me hidden under your night.

But, under the solitude scorching rays, I'm burning.
I ricochet along the ocean mist, but I'm descending.
So, I turn to your dark, still yearning.
Lost without your touch, with the winds weeping whispers, I perdure bending.

Our symphonic souls sensually skim between dusk.
Every phase you show me, I'll face.
Your cataclysmic craters secure me deep with trust.
Our sweet starbound surroundings embrace, I long to taste.

You watch me from a distance as I dance.
Moving with each beat of your cool moonlight, in a trance.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Building tension

To sound the right musical note,
string of the guitar is made taut,
so likewise for our light to shine,
trials we face, make us self-taught.

Stuporous is mind, heart unkind,
insipid stance, clumsy our dance,
floundering about as though blind,
mindful eye alters circumstance.

Notice head and heart, stand apart,
misaligned from the pulse of love,
so simply tightening soul’s strings,
they begin to act hand in glove.

Choosing consciousness correction,
fixating on God our focus,
shifts life’s course and our direction,
flowing along the love locus.

Tension buildup can be useful,
if employed for a higher cause,
which reworded simply requires,
putting flow of desires on pause.

Desires exhumed, our thoughts too cease,
then ego dies, since it’s unfed,
whereupon we flow like the breeze,
love energised, by bliss beats led.
Form: Quatrain


Don'T Mind, Don'T Care

I don’t mind your hurt in my heart
I don’t mind you, tearing all of me apart
Wipe my tears away for your sake alone
I don’t need your help; I can do it on my own

I don’t mind your hurt during these tough tribulations
I don’t mind at all...oh, I don’t mind at all...
I don’t mind your comfort to seek out my destinations
Fixating on my free-fall while you stand tall

I don’t mind anymore
I’m sore from soaring too far
You’re the one I adore
I accept who you are...
Will you do the same for me?
Will you see me through this pain?
I don’t mind the pain you put me through
I don’t mind your disdain of bittersweet rue
I don’t mind anymore

I don’t mind your hurt in my brain
I don’t mind you, flaring up inside me
I don’t mind, being driven insane
I don’t need your doubt - I have hope while I tread this route gaily

I don’t mind your hurt during these tough tribulations
I don’t mind at all...oh, I don’t mind at all...
I don’t mind your comfort to seek out my destinations
Fixating on my free-fall while you stand tall

I don’t mind anymore
I’m sore from soaring too far
You’re the one I adore
I accept who you are...
Will you do the same for me?
Will you see me through this pain?
I don’t mind the pain you put me through
I don’t mind your disdain of bittersweet rue
I don’t mind anymore

I’ve been through so much despair
That I no longer care...I don’t care...
You share with me something significant that I can no longer truly hold on to
You scare me with your words of hopelessness; is all you say true?
I’ve been through so much once more
I want to let it all go to the deepest core

I don’t mind your hurt during these tough tribulations
I don’t mind at all...oh, I don’t mind at all...
I don’t mind your comfort to seek out my destinations
Fixating on my free-fall while you stand tall

I don’t mind anymore
I’m sore from soaring too far
You’re the one I adore
I accept who you are...
Will you do the same for me?
Will you see me through this pain?
I don’t mind the pain you put me through
I don’t mind your disdain of bittersweet rue
I don’t mind anymore

I don’t mind the pain you put me through
As long as you love me too...like you do...
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Self Control

whims may become a blessing or a curse
pushing one toward certain ruin or worse
drinking from the deep well of evasion
well versed in dark practices of persuasion
fixating on dreams of what ought to be
avoiding what mirrors reality

totally free of social encumbrances
in spite of what the best assumption is
wandering through this life oblivious
hiding from anything too obvious
urge to be free of all expectation
jumped right into without hesitation

do not question need to swallow it whole
subtle art of self-induced mind control
© Ng Rippel  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Death

Death
indifferent, stone-cold
unyielding, fixating, remaining
crows, graves, birdsong, everlasting mirth
opening, understanding, finding
emotional, joyful  
life
Form: Diamante

My Trying Eyes Are Rolling By the Sidewalk

Removal of redundant stone
won't always procreate in sculpture

fixating smile
I'm disintegrating on silicate particles

words planted dams
through my respiratory system
so I can't hide infested clay mold under my breath

pressing that finger between my eyes
won't deprive me of seeing 
miracles often aren't like what you would  imagine
they appear unfitted
regularly misplaced for a burden

but anamnesis couldn't smudge my smiling eyes 
I was dreamed
mother did that to me
she grabbed my body out of god's hands
and made out of it a cornerstone without permission to break

timely dream became neaten from escapes
yet, only eyes pulled out outrun
and I don't like seek and hide
what if you stay hidden for too long and no one ever finds you

body began to resemble at loosening furniture
or that's just a reflection 
created by the puddles on that pavement
as they are rolling unstoppable
producing need to keep that window open
and maintain themselves aside
assured

body resembles at loosen furniture
it could easily be folded in wooden ark 
so archangels can not find that
human suffer is not inborn
it is inherited

so many times I was asked: from where do you draw the strength

it is essential to capture that residual ray of hope
once you seize it
you can't … not to paint the light

Sentiments To a Special Precious Progeny

this task to write thee (whom papa dust envy) difficult, 
   though aye selflessly assigned
thy beautiful daughter, whose sunny countenance 
   doth doubly (even donning sunglasses) blind
how charming, fixating, intoxicating...
   as if an exquisite meal I dined
and lack of summoning chutzpah, 
   foie grassy us joie de vivre, 
   a handsome lad will inevitably find
cuz, a profuse heart wrenching 
   envious emotions seemed to sneak up from be hind
and said metaphorical sparring resulted 
   in figurative sadness with deep grooves a lined
the contours of my entire corporeal flesh and bone, 
   but tis no intent, casting darkness, 
   where your ecstasy under mind
my existence appears so bland opined
from this papa, whose aspiration 
   to peal back cerebral rind
doth spur only positive words 
   (courtesy of shari, andy, marleigh...)
a gordian knot within me gets en twined
to explore places far and wide 
   as planet earth doth wind
around the sun - millions of years from now 
   twill become resigned.
Form: Elegy

Shana Aubrey Harris, Sans Dunning

solely reduced to communicate
via my choice online mode
     (ease of use preference
     via Facebook Messenger), candidate

said Modus Operandi aye find tubby great
even though this papa doth hate
to say "good bye..."
     after lingering delay followed
     by "I love you"

     swallowing tears irate
as bittersweet poignant end
     ding our irregular chat as if
     (analogously)...aye ab duck kate
(albeit temporarily),

     the joyous role of fatherhood
especially denoting young womanhood of late
said offspring, I helped beget (with ma mate)
i.e. wife (which marriage
     experienced rough patches)

     nine or so months ceased to ovulate
just a tad more'n nineteen Earth Orbitz ago
     as reckoned via dull lix gray matter
     encapsulated within

     thine barnacle encrusted pate
her virtual presence encountered
     earlier today - March 24th, 2018
     doth highly rate

as supremely blessed,
     through swallowed sadness sans tete a tete
only after clicking end conversation
     does this dada

     (with genuine muffled sobs) ululate
agonizing with reality empty nest syndrome
     asper averred second daughter
     aye helped yes sire re:) to beget,

whose tender loving care)
     under voluntary auspices
     sans strong willed kid sister (Shari)
     decision immediate decision needed tubby made

     (concurrence with birth mother - Abby)
     already couple years zipped,
     her homecoming (who knows when),
     dud dada Matthew Scott Harris
     must keep away fixating on requisite adulthood),
     argh...now...must needs wait!
Form: Ballad

~prelude For a Stalker~

I wish she were my concubine
all wrapped in my celebrity,
draped, Dali-like around my neck
or me melded between her thighs,
not just a deity
who floats past floored-jaws
as if they were a guard of honour.

A virtual sniper
fixating her in a thousand yard stare,
firing bullets of desperation
hoping to pierce her heart,

but I am a candle in a flash bulb supernova
not even the burn in retina's memory,
just a mote in jetsam discarded.

Sweet Chicane Journey

The curvature of her body   The sculpting of her mind
A chicane       With an Edge
Purposed to find

This river twisted they failed to quest
For the flow of an essence, a river bed carved
Its ocean journey never gave less

With agitated sea of reason
Its conscience slipped deep in the brine
Once a reef of clarity    On ocean floor darkest
Now lays with  coral skeletons of time

Lost to the moray of her smile       Years past
If existed concern or reflect
For beauty with an edge      As in ocean deep
Her estuary fixating         A sweet chicane of twice effect

The beauty of silence       Is a song the moray does sing
Storied is its sight      Welled of illusion
A fleeting enchantment     A nightmare in dream

With drop step glance     And upswept eyes, a melody loosed of her song
The piercing shards of subtle iniquity
A sharper vision     Did not any belong

With cast eyes, brought a letting of his soul
Rivulets of its being   With she, reminisce   Whispered song
In chambered heart   Her nautilus keepsakes of long ago

Just as the "Song of the Moray"    Which passed through silent gill
The receding lashed wake of their voiceless harmony
On empty beach its effervescence it did instill
Form:

I Don'T Have a Heart Anymore

vessels became bridges
ending nowhere
only gap is left
creating a great blackness
where deluded bloodstream vanishes

I'm out of my heart

in this story where's no place
for dismembered soul of mine
saying I would flood over lines between your thoughts
you're carrying on to live in the world
of installed scenes

leaving me fixating pillows as  
substitute for embraces

Bring back that heart to me

you prefer lighter outputs
but no one recalls easier exits 
they are immemorable 
equalizing shades occurred in the desire to love and to be loved
somewhere along the way
we're regularly letting by that love
worth dying for

My heart needs me

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