Best Labyrinth Poems
silk dreams
weave a path
of ancient memories
leading me towards a shared destiny
with my ancestors
blessing me with visions
they dreamt
and now I see
~inspired by my interest in finding and walking 'labyrinths' around the Midwest...
When onyx skies bleed
rhinestones etched in regrets,
follow the silence;
Unsung sonatas
cradling watercolor spells
woven with magic—
from violet blaze,
beneath mulberry gloaming,
where dark poets rhyme.
But when summer rain
falls upon metal steel hearts
in cashmere cadence,
Listen to the breeze
swirling sunflower secrets
of forlorn fervor.
Amidst lavender
longings for pearlescent bliss
on glistening vines.
For even chained doves
think in dulcet runes that glow,
drawing moonlit dusks
Whilst saffron sunsets
with electric quills of faith
release healing ink.
But can scribbles veil
fog of doubt, when astral signs
mislead the naive?
Is "trust" a lost star
waning in a labyrinth
of mourning roses?
and "hope" a myth of dreamers?
In light of locution
whispers
dance delicately off her lips
"Lux Vitae"
Tree of Life,
Trinity,
tribal councils conferred
the coffers, re-offers
enriched and enhanced
erectus
three times three
smoke rises from the ash
and anew you glow
a river of gold
connecting
the body to the soul
blue of sky
the sun of spirit's eye
beheld
in fate of copious moon
intrinsic
the sum
not one, but all
in feel
layers peeled slowly back
from black to light
from day to the night
perspicacity, acuity
filters undone
your wit teases
the brain's
restless receptors
insane we see
weightlessness of the breeze
carrying of scent
her fragrant scent
where angels once undressed the devils
and the lion frantically chased
the dainty dragonfly's peace
breathless
she enters
his anchored mind
libertas quae sera tamen
and free you shall be
enplaned upon the shores of love
where blues breathe in smoke filled rooms
and stars do a tango
overlooking
the electric light
exploding
in the reflection of river's bend
your bow, not too tight
wrapping around
the fringes of my tattered soul
kisses
the parched lips of a wanted life
"Vitae Lux"
I discovered
an unexpected gift
on the bluff
above the sea:
smooth stones
line a labyrinth,
someone’s loving labor.
I let the path take me
on a peaceful pilgrimage,
wend and weave my way;
my mind wanders.
I give myself
to the labyrinth,
trusting that,
eventually,
the stones will lead me
to the center
if I just
let it happen.
7/26/2017
N/A in contest End July Premiere Contest, finalized 7/28/2017
entered in contest A poem I wrote and sent drifting
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Louise started walking through the hugh corn maze
the high hedges and turns the usual craze
occasionally she'd run into a dead end
but soon her labyrinth walk would be on the mend,
She felt like a detective looking for some clues
to help her get through and not be confused
using her gut feelings she felt she was almost free
astonished to find a hugh chunk of cheese.
10-18-17
The labyrinth
Wrapped up in my web of lies
There is nothing I truly trust
Corrupted by what I despise
This heart has turned to dust
I am lost within myself
Trapped in this labyrinth of lies
Blind and numb to who I am
Too long I'd cower and hide
What path remains unbroken
Which door can set me free
From deep within this labyrinth
This labyrinth within me
Labyrinth of Sighs
Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go when we die
An emboldened range of rude retorts refuting the reasons why I cry
A canon blazing wartime over a century ago
The night sky spent stargazing, wondering what we really know
A multinational conglomerate just phasing out more duplicitous advertisements that “flow”
A hungry orphan on a street corner, with nowhere else to go
Self-aggrandising promotion everywhere I seem to look
The wealthy uprising causing commotions, celebrities writing books
A typhoon on the island coast, Turkey on the day the earth shook
A morbid day that hurts the most,
An undignified Capatalist crook
The arrogant certainty of western superiority
The way the monotony forms around typecast minorities
The precedence of material goods conspiring to take global priority
The contradictions of individualism that consume the vast majority
The medical anomalies and surgical advancements
The incredible atrocities of cosmetic enhancements
A formidable ferocity of genetics and semantics
An incredible philosophy of frenetic theological pedantics
A sincere gaze of solidarity into another persons eyes
A mere phase of different polarities that use scientific graphs to signify
A Purple Haze of creative improvisational genius that cannot be quantified
A confused daze of inconvenience as another witness is proven to have lied
Returning to the central point of a theoretical discourse
Concerning a fundamental joint possible hypothetical recourse
A burdened soldier after war suffering the agony of remorse
An ancient boulder from the shores of civilisations geographic historical course
A curious mathematician, an inspiring original think
The spurious contradictions of a political candidate on the brink
A furious proposition concerning a scandalously placed eye wink
Human connectivity and the endless search for the missing link
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz
A grieved pace in a meadow
Haunting last whilst a breeze flows,
Drenched in dried, feverish sweat
Etched on furrowed memories.
A labyrinthine weak heart
Escorted out in the dawn
Alone in an unfeigned world.
Sinuous,
the snake-like paths
of life's journey;
a turning and twisting puzzle
of a maze that tend to wall us in.
Sometimes,
we find ourselves
trapped or lost
as we navigate our way
through the intricate labyrinth...
but we eventually
make it to our destination,
and smell...
all the beautiful red roses
in the garden...
of life!
Maze - 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by A Dear Heart
Date written: 06/27/2020
You might trip if caught in a flap
Or with your foot stuck in a strap
When flooring's criss-crossed
With bras she has tossed
You will need a booby-trap map
walking mindfully
the path
drawn with intent
wise to the journey
in rhythm
with the heartbeat
breathing in
soulful serenity
with every step
autumn breeze
at one's caress
in sync with universal life
AP: 3rd place, Honorable Mention 2020
God's Labyrinth
A game I play in a race in a maze against no ordinary race.
Where my human mind begins to raise the thoughts in box of lost and
found.
In order to see I have to open my eyes and sweep the seas.
The passion within will never exposes to compare the picture of one's
stare.
Water and fire are 2 simile only I choose to see.
Hot and cold no one knows the beauty that will never show.
The sun and moon are 2 buddies blinding us with beauty like bullies.
Pulverizing my pain darken the stain with nothing to gain.
look inside you won't see beauty on this side where I hide while I'm
alive.
Love bought me time from the enemy at the gate of hate and crime.
Ashes to ashes a life with no trust a box of rust and dust to dust.
To find the tie that binds true beauty beyond the skies, I would truly
have to die.
I hold my chest~ pass all pawns across the chess of God's land holding
his hand.
A puzzled walk connecting~dots of faith, hope, and victory in God's
Labyrinth.
by;p.d.
[Re-posted due to system error that erased it.]
I chanced upon a
swirl of smooth and
polished stones.
And treading in its
sinuous path—
pretense and guile
abandoned—
I met a
peaceful stranger,
my very self,
unsullied,
deep within the labyrinth—
the labyrinth
of my mind.
Fifth Place, Succinctly Free, Andrea Dietrich
When my sister died, grandma said, it would be okay,
She lied, it was never okay again in my life, ever again;
And as each person I loved died, she said the same thing,
Then, when she died, no one ever said that to me ever again.
Mom died and people said she was in a better place,
And she is tending God's garden, really, lies, lies, lies;
My mother is at Notre Dame Cemetery in a deep grave,
Her bones rotting, don't tell me sweet lies to make it better.
When I told my boyfriend Henri that I was going blind,
He could not wait to leave and told me sweet little lies;
Lies, lies, lies, he did not wait for further testing to happen,
Seems the progression is slow, not until I am an old, old lady.
I have had many friends in this tangled path of mine,
And many- who I thought were true blue and forever;
But, they were snakes striking out at my trusting heart,
Then, I told sweet little lies when they called me on the phone.
But the worst is when someone I respect and trust,
Says let me tell you the truth, oh why could you not lie;
Tell me a sweet little lie, why did you have to hurt me so,
One little lie is all that was needed, not a dagger to my heart.
Lies, lies, lies, sweet little lies, swirling and spinning,
What is truth, what is a lie, God has promised me much;
A paradise, a mansion with many rooms, and eternal eternity,
Well, I will have to wait- were these sweet little lies or the truth.
_________________________
June 24, 2016
Poetry/Narrative/A Labyrinth Of Lies
Copyright Protected, ID 16-803-886-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Sweet Little Lies
sponsor, Silent One
Ninth Place
Look upon thy catabolic creation
Conceived within a cyclone of silence
Where spirit negates the nullified night
Oh labyrinth of love release thy grip
Set free your monstrous Minotaur
Unleash my soul from sepulchral sight
Heal thy wounds oh malice manifestation
Take leave and raise thy sedulous sword
And thus give wings to thy paralytic plight
Away from denunciative dungeons
Look toward thy resilient rising sun
Within reach of a harmonious height.
May.25.2017
Contemporary Poetry - Contest
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
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