Best Intrigue Poems

November Intrigue--Five Haikus

Moss breathes dampness, near
shifting blankets of old leaves.
Beds of lichen thrive.

Both pure and pungent,
the air is soul-enhancing,
gifting faint wood smoke.

On the forest floor,
Princess Pine grows sweetly
in pristine patches.

Old stone foundations
and a gurgling waterfall
capture heavy mist.

Dark reeds cross the marsh
to a long strand of...

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Sparkling all across the wisps of morning dew.
Weaver spin on till your masterpiece is through.

Dancing in the sunlight's rays-your web of white.
Tantalizing beauty there is quite a sight.

Stem to stem eight legs move onward into day
capturing each water drop and luring prey.

Soldiering on you leave...

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Happiness looks so natural upon you,
when your eloquent face beams forth
as you intricately attempt to converse
with everyone that surrounds you.
So many expressions tuning into your
wavelength, eyes, lips that surrender to
You’re every sound.
Oh! Yes retarded lady, how content you
look in your world of simplicity, even
though I...

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Ingenious deception
Nothing revealed at conception
Tormenting his longing soul
Revenge for the one he stole
Implicating a connection
Genuine heartfelt affection
Until the truth he does receive
Entangled lies will decieve...

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A vision into what we know that never comes to pass.
A dream inside a dream that just runs out of gas.
The future changed direction and decided to turn round.
And silent hazy mornings are all that we have found.

Another day to chase away what doesn't come...

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Saw you in a steamy dream
You fit quite nicely in my scheme
Of picture perfect high romance
The rush of heat,that burning glance
Lost in your eyes and all that jazz
That catapulting razzmatazz
Never knew love till I met you
Forget the bad ones I've been through
Yada yada having fun
Pretending...

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Though the necks
sighting of Ichabod Crane
humungous horror
helplessly harassing,
hellish hyena howling,
hideously hounding,
headless Halloween
hair raising happening,

regarding haunting
horseman spectre,
not due to arrive
(in gremlin, golem, and
goblin crawling theaters
everywhere in outer limits
of twilight zone),
come October thirty first

two thousand, and nineteen
divination trap
pings can never
be implemented overly
soon - to satiate subhuman
scary sightings,
sans...

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Frosty crystals cling to silken threads
The once perfect geometry sags with unexpected weight
Dawn's warm rays cast a pale glow across the scene
The glittering pattern holds a moment of fascination
Before the beauty destroys itself...

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INTRIGUE
a source
  of light
much anticipated
 absorbed
in quiet
  intrigue

 positioned
   coordinated
encountered
in the
prestigious
&
coveted
by a
 shadowy
sense of stillness
reproduced
in
minimal
&  melancholy
 daily life
replicated
by
 concepts
in
curiosity...

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I was a skilled, dedicated CIA agent, helping to preserve national security,
By searching for and garnering information, as silvery rain ensures purity.

Days were spent perusing foreign material, or viewing international news,
Like walking a maze of crooked, green paths, in a pair of fancy red shoes.

I...

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Walking through the cornfields of  memory with glee reminiscing about self-journeys and the laws of love and care how life has provoked the mind to think of love as the guest of free earth the guest of loving caresses the brain to submit to...

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How mysterious a force is intrigue - a poet's plight and salvation, a magnet of unyielding supernatural bliss to our muse. Captivating and drawing us to our mastery of mystery, impetuously impelling us as we patronize our exquisite enigma.  We hold our breath to...

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As we look forward 
to a (Revolution)
in living and loving 
the retired life.
I was hoping my wife,
who is teaching me 
how to speak toddler.
Would lead me to a 
(Spontaneous) (Fixation),
to (Patronize) 
our two year old granddaughter, 
and (Navigate) the (Portal) of some 
(Tangible)(Intrigue).
And provide the...

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Mystique of mouthful aisle eats intrepid footsteps
Bespoke brick shelf scrapers muffle internet tweets
Eyes provide sole light source, borers of exploration 
Closed cover modesty encroaches on curiousity 


Timorous piled rectangles least represent symmetry 
Shifted to stained beige paged, folded back scars
Markers of importance boast creased corners...

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Lost in consciousness, 
sublimely aware of the dust motes 
that saccade my sight, as they 
tenderly frolic amongst the remnant
of sunlight that streams through 
my window pane.
Gentle the whispers of the wind
that kiss the glass; how distinct 
the cawing of the raven perched 
upon the...

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