Best Illusioned Poems
These walls are not just walls
Nor are these chairs
Nor is this artistic breath of air that fills
Thy every artistic corner
Thou are not just an ordinary space
Sprayed with golden sunlight
Then curtained ‘Neath a star-lit night
Coffee-scented...
Emotionally charged...
Books...
Designed with perfection itself
Lanz enchants
Melodies...
The breeze sways away with
Consciousness in an eternal waltz
Words… words … words
That slowly ebb like moon-shifting tides
Green..orange...scarlet red
Colors that fuse like these feelings
And paint themselves on these walls
Everything is so energetically infused...
Enunciate not...Feel not these restraints
Hear not these fallacies
The outer world is filled with boundaries
Yet here there are none
Forget all that lies beyond this point
Of no space and no time
For here all you do is Float…Chant…Invoke…
For this body is but a layer of flesh and bone
These glasses are but illusioned spectacles
Look not through them...
See not these grandiose illusions....Float.
For you are here.
Categories:
illusioned, passion, peace, placeswords,
Form:
Free verse
Motherland: Calling
The illusioned glass reflects the lucent moon
Lunacy descends upon the mountain wolves
Autumn's awe inspires the lucid minds
Transgressions and acts of illicit kinds
Verdant meadows bejeweled with strings of dews
Tornado trembles the naked trees
The hooting owls an omen bring.
The water snakes leave behind their lace skins
A wealth of childrenfolks' imagining
The indelible ink of my
Motherland tattoes my physche
The whistling grass echoes
My motherland:
For me, she calls.
Categories:
illusioned, allegory, beautiful, childhood, longing,
Form:
Rhyme
Be My Inamorata
To talk of my righteousness,
Will not path my vivacious affection to you,
but will show my noble amicableness
and that might somehow pierce through your empathy.
Trying to haul your melodic voice that haunts
and meander inside me in sequence eternal,
Leaves me no choice but to
Predict the capacity of LOVE at my disposal.
When you invaded my dreams in haste hustle,
Your dignified persona blinded my integrity
I illusioned cupid’s arrow in my castle,
Your BEAUTY seduced my instincts
Calling me with a heart-shaped whistle,
Pulchritude in its unique portrayal.
Let I telepathically pierce through your soul like an arrow,
Penetrate like a serpent in an route so narrow,
Bury my wits and contemplate my broken heart in sorrow,
For I wish you inject my heart with LOVE till morrow.
I horoscoped my future and saw my destiny in your eyes.
I premonitioned your indulgence generously in amour with me,
I preconceived the feeling you be my inamorata forever...
By Willem Pietersen
Categories:
illusioned, love, me, heart, heart,
Form:
Verse
Pawns move on no account of their own
Two steps ahead, one step back
Replaceable
Yet seemingly important to the game
What a life they live
Believing they choose for themselves where to go
What to become
But every move is measured
Every step carefully watched, planned
By a King
The game could go on without them
Bishop against Rook
Queen against King
So why do they sit
Waiting for orders
Forward
They cannot look back
Cannot travel side to side
One choice
Illusioned into many
Forward
Attack
With the royalty silently urging them onward
With fear of consequence
That does not truly exist
It is only a game
And if the King fell
The pawns could not survive
For they are mindless
Though numbered as the sands of the sea
Without a purpose
They would drown
Categories:
illusioned, life, society, symbolism,
Form:
Free verse
Hearkening to community's notion,
confines himself to violent commotion;
Mumbling as though stricken by demotion,
stumbles to fathom out his emotion;
Hence, rumbles to drink an energy potion,
which could empower him to submerge in devotion.
Sailing upon the journey of solitude,
embraces the high altitude;
Possessing the mental fortitude,
counters the disputes with great magnitude;
Masking the rage through aptitude,
He shrinks bitter attitude~
for squeezing out some warm gratitude.
Wildly swimming into the tunnels of dark hollow,
he persistently pleads for lamp light to follow;
( swish... swoosh... whoosh..)
Oh Great, looking out for her companion
appears the angel of destiny!
She browses & scans to spot his brow:
bandaged with thorns of sorrow.
At once approaches him with an aim to borrow
Tiny little golden finger traces his forehead furrow,
Eyes offer him illusioned syrup to swallow,
assuring that his woes would not exist up to morrow.
Then, rapidly brushing the needles of pain aside;
She promises to stay beside~
alerts him to no longer bide,
demands him to confront the tide,
comforts him to go down the slide,
For which, he earnestly tries to abide
by relishing the deep glide,
treasure hunts his lost poetry pride,
which later becomes his daily ride.
Travelling in it he feels cured and satisfied!
Categories:
illusioned, depression, faith, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
Hurdles hold the happiness - holistically enshrined
People come to pray and tend to bow,
We all search for it - everywhere, though hardly find
Searches find blind alleys; because we don't know
Some may perceive it as preconditioned;
Some may search it in the way illusioned,
Disillusioned souls find fragments in hand -
Destiny brings them to a nowhere land
Is there any heaven, where happy - all beings?
Is there any hell, where there is no good thing?
We don't have to summit somewhere to become happy
Obsessions... that we have to leave and don't be sappy
Have you seen butterflies, crying for things - any?
Have you seen lions, gathering the kills - many?
Learn to live like a beast, without any desire
Nothing in hand you came here, destined to the fire
Ask any parting soul, how beautiful was life?
Smiles... as they last express, would dissolve all your strife'
Moments, my friend, moments we live - happy or sad
Gather all these little moments; soul is nomad
Feeling as part of the whole and seeing the whole within
Is the only way to be happy; it is the linchpin
Moments, my friend, moments we all - born or die
Moments... which we can't ignore nor can defy
17.04.2017
Categories:
illusioned, happiness, imagery,
Form:
Rhyme
Elusive moon beckons dark currents,
sand's sparkling pageantry
drifts out amidst frothing tide,
submerging lover's imprints 'neath
realms of alluring seascape illusions
Categories:
illusioned, dark, destiny, love hurts,
Form:
Light Verse
I saw him in these illusioned scenes
Being so sensual and yet very keen
Oh this Argentine police officer really captures my heart
His eyes are like snowflakes
I am falling… gently…
Into his amor trap.
Feeling, accepting his presence
In these boulevard of imaginative dreams..
Heart arrests…
Prisoned to this love
I can’t breathe…
Could you be my love life’s forever sentry?
Or all I’ve got is just a misery
These feelings which require bravery
Oh, how will you know?
If I would never tell.
This feeling inside of me
Which somehow brings felicity
In these series of illusions
My heart is in the room of illuminations..
What if I will tell?
Probably, what will you feel?
Will it make you merry?
Or just move you to become angry?
Oh, this Argentine Police Officer
Come, capture me
Imprison me in your love..
And I would never flee
Categories:
illusioned, boyfriend, happiness, heart, i
Form:
Rhyme
I've come to the conclusion /
that you were just an illusion/ a
figment of my imagination / a
portrait of my own creation .
Most days you were real as can
be on other days you were just
someone who I wrote about in
my diary . I painted this perfect
picture of you. Stuck in my
mind kind of like glue . You
didn't have a name you were
just exhibit A. I made myself
believe that you truly existed
and that one day I would
become your mrs. The day I
decided to erase the pictures
from my mind I felt like my
heart kind of died . You kept
me happy for so long but little
by little you were gone I
needed you here I needed your
love all that keeps me going is
knowing that your above . That
god has the perfect person for
me and that is my true clarity
Categories:
illusioned, confusion
Form:
ABC
Let's create a space where
The sun awakes in integrity,
And the darkness never scares.
There's nothing troublesome
Which haunts the solitary mind,
And reflections, not illusioned.
Affinity breathes in heart,
Ephemeral estrangements,
And no vacancy for hatred.
The flowing rivers sing
About life in generosity
Credible like clarity of streams.
The grassy broad meadows
Captivates the drowsy eyes
Erases monotony.
Categories:
illusioned, dream, emotions, faith, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
Maturity is a process of experiencing, learning, and retaining while fishing for the Truth.
Unfortunately the phenomenon of time kicks in and one ages in the process.
Many cultures have given reverence and honor to those who have paid the price of time,
enduring it's ravaging effects. These elderly have become a wealth of wisdom and maturity
that could be mined by the young or inexperienced. There is no longer any such scenario in
the United States at large.
If one could live a lie and get away with it, remain illusioned and seemingly free,
the world would exist as it now does, in self begotten misery.
The youth desire respect and more age,
certainly not maturity.
Elders desire youth and to be sage,
without the incongruity.
Many want what is not really theirs.
Those fortunates who don't covet,
have already climbed those stairs.
The juveniles want to be confident and older.
The elders want their youth.
The time grows shorter, stronger and bolder.
The illusioned want the Truth.
To even desire to know Truth is a Grace,
an unquenchable, addicting, compelling Holy Thirst,
It'll set you free when it's in your face,
but it will make you damned mad first.
The youth desire respect and more age,
certainly not maturity.
Elders desire youth and to be sage,
without the incongruity.
If I had the power to give either their wish,
I would grant it to the elders, to the mature ones,
and tell the all knowing youth....to go fish.
Categories:
illusioned, peopledesire, time,
Form:
Rhyme
How is it not me I could have only illusioned my hopes, to feel her response if only so, I, I love her and she does not! Another has her heart if only he never exist for me a better chance... I love her, but she cannot. To say anything possible for her to come my way, I, love her. She is too happy with him for me to steal her happiness I can only painfully say. If any adjustments I could make how fast I would, I can only love her... A fight for her is not what she would want, I will respect her desires I can only painfully say... She will never fade in my thoughts because she was suppose to be mine yet fate does not agree and I can only sit there and remain in sorrows at its greatest, I would rather see her happy then fake with me... I cannot allow friendship between us fore my heart will not contain and will it say it's true feelings... I, love her if only she ever fade away.
Categories:
illusioned, loss, love, happy, for
Form:
Free verse
I loved you with passion
But realised you were in motion
First you called it love!
Never a word of gratitude
You left me in solitude
illusioned by love.
I could not understand
Why you could not stand
The quality of my love.
You took me captive
Before I could see the motive
Since I was in illusion of love.
But now I know
It was just a show
You never love!
I could not play
I allowed you away
'coz that's the pain of love!
Categories:
illusioned, desire, emotions, leaving, longing,
Form:
Rhyme
Lapses in mindscape lane don't
denote being fantastical,
subconscious realm portrayed
by vivid thoughts as Déjà vu.
The body lingers and ages but
the Psyche, new as dew.
Countless times,
a reminder of certainty
that I was seen somewhere
when in reality,
staring inquisitively
into my TV.
Then I pondered, did
I unknowingly fall into a trance,
Or did time travel come knocking
unexpectedly?
and even if it did, again,
the lapses don't come to light.
Dreams are pathways to
meditation, that birth
happenings unknown
to this world. But the body
is a shield to absolute
exploration of cognisance.
My imaginary circus yawns
for transportation and
these scenarios distinctively
and simultaneously
visualize without limitations.
Not a pause for impossibility,
we see levitation happen as a tornado,
I can only imagine a gust of parading
doppelganger, I'm just not the witch elevating.
But my illusioned awareness puts me in diverse places through manifestation and imagery conception.
Categories:
illusioned, allusion, art, deep, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
I have a free and boundless mind
From the chains of thoughts pulling behind,
The dark past making way difficult to find,
I have no reasons for it to rewind.
I also do not wish to own,
Ever changing faces not known,
The manipulative feelings not shown,
And the true relations not grown.
I way I think, it never leads
To the greedy illusioned needs,
Against the goodness which feeds,
A kind of evil manifested seeds.
I believe that wherever I go,
A brighter part, I have to show,
As the inspiring thoughts glow,
Through passing time, it flow.
©?Aditi Anvita (Anvi).
Categories:
illusioned, feelings, life, motivation,
Form:
Rhyme