Best Maze Poems
A cryptic note:
“Meet me in the middle of Nowhere,
Tonight when the moon is full.”
What is my wife playing at? Is this her idea of a honeymoon?
Below is a picture of a garden,
With a large maze in it.
Nothing to do but obey.
The moon has barely risen.
I see a sign: The Opening to Nowhere
Why do I tremble?
I go in and soon get lost
In the sinuous paths.
It is a worse puzzle in the night.
Twisting, turning back
Only to find a wall of thick foliage.
I am trapped but will not give up.
Suddenly I notice
A small opening in the foliage.
So I cheat and find myself in the middle of the circuit.
In the middle is a sun dial,
A torch and a note:
“What are you waiting for?
I’m in bed waiting.”
The problem is how to get out.
Too complicated.
The moon shines on me
By the time I find my way out
I’ll be dead tired,
Sleeping in my bed.
*
*A*
*garden*
*discovered*
*by accident*
*whilst excavating*
*a castle wall, it was *
*the missing piece of the big*
*puzzle that that had baffled many*
*experts for the last fifty odd years, *
*their finds included piles of human bones. *
*************************************
*They painstakingly continued and found*
*sinuous paths leading to a maze *
*that were all twisting and turning *
*but all led to the centre, *
*a place of sacrifice*
*the experts agreed, *
*victims were trapped *
*and sealed in,*
*their lives*
*lost. *
*
Words used
Garden/maze/Paths/Sinuous/Turning/Trapped/Puzzle/Twisting/Lost/Wall.
Written 28th June 2020.
For Maze 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored By A Dear Heart.
In life, we often meet with ups and downs.
The unexpected waits to pounce on us.
In the wink of an eye life can take a u turn.
We must solve the conundrum of life all alone.
Tossed and shattered by breakers rushing upon
Sometimes we are ripped apart, torn asunder,
Landing in alien shores, in hostile situations.
The night of weariness may suddenly descend.
The lamp of life may be blotted out by sweeping gales.
Many a time we get shattered in the throes of life.
Life is often loss and pain, facing the unknown
We do not know where our journey takes us.
With masks on, we are destined to play our parts,
Even after the music is over, till the curtain falls.
As we stroll through this maze called life
We never ask ‘whither’ and heedlessly move on!
Feeling lost, in an emotional maze,
anxiety saps both body and soul;
stumbling mindlessly, through a foggy haze.
Staring into your eyes, I’m in a daze,
lamenting the innocence that time stole:
feeling lost, in an emotional maze.
Impressed by flattery's flamboyant ways,
I’ve ignored reality's costly toll—
stumbling mindlessly, through a foggy haze.
Bullied by deceit and the tricks lust plays,
I cling to memories that make me whole;
feeling lost, in an emotional maze.
A pyre of doubts failed to fuel love's blaze,
lodged deep in my heart like a lump of coal—
stumbling mindlessly, through a foggy haze.
Tangled in a web of lies and clichés—
admonishing trust; I regret its role.
Feeling lost, in an emotional maze;
stumbling mindlessly, through a foggy haze.
Clouds embrace, a pendant against its timeless
Climax, on a warm humid summer evening.
Shadows in the ardent garden, twinkling lights
Through sinuous motion paths, a maze we know
And taken for granted without trees near.
Through we run; fireflies softly shimmer in flight.
Brother and I, and one jar among us.
We watch as they flitter, flutter, and flicker,
Turning, twisting to stop without knowing.
Ever so slowly and quietly, gently with cupped
Hands, catch the moving twinkling light.
Here, I open wide my hands, into the jar it flew.
Peering long we stood staring in silence
On unbroken, trapped living light flickering
Gleam in the dark; then stillness gave way
Not a minute wasted.
We were lost between the evergreen shrub
Puzzle walls. The lovely maze, dark and deep
Seems like miles. Suddenly there came a wall
At a distance the exit path out of the maze.
6/24/2020
Maze - 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: A Dear Heart
1. garden 2. maze 3. paths 4. sinuous 5. turning
6. trapped 7. puzzle 8. twisting 9. lost 10. wall
With timid steps and a trembling heart
I walked through verdant barren paths.
Toward a rusty gate it took my feet
Into a garden of roses among the weeds.
Carmine flowers, dripping in blood
Wrung my heart in pain of fear.
They caught me from every side
With their lithe and sharp thorny fingers.
Raveled in clutches of copious wines
Turning and twisting I struggled to escape.
Evening shades pirouetting ghosts
Trapped in light tracing fiery faces.
Pouring perspiration pooled my feet
Shedding grappling thoughts I decided to run.
Back to the sinuous path,
Away from the puzzle of life,
Till I reached the black bricked wall,
Beyond it I lost my memories,
Maze of mind closing behind me.
First Place in Maze - 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest sponsored by A Dear Heart
The maze of life
Rocked by the waves of emotions and reality,
I follow the rhythm far from conformity.
The cry of my soul overwhelmed by sorrow,
Praying for the hope of a better tomorrow.
The journey of life and its sharp end corners,
So often ignored are the foresight warners.
Who, with the wisdom gracefully acquired,
Guide the ones that the One inspired.
Some paths are wide…. some are narrow,
In some… are set up traps in a row.
Resembling a maze fit with diversity,
Crossing paths with beings indulged in adversity.
The meaning of love is a foreign dream,
The test of kindness has drowned in a stream.
As for the humble notion of genuine care?
Its essence foolishly outstripped … bare.
Maze
Oh my Heart, why do you seek
the ecstasy of Eden's garden
when love is a daunting puzzle.
Woe is you, you fool;
for you dare to travail
through its sinuous paths
filled with deception and treachery
... ruled by a sweet-talking, sensuous
serpent, sinfully seductive
with his cajoling, forked tongue,
promising every heavenly delight.
Greedily gulping wine-filled songs,
frenetically feeding on empty poetry,
you’re blindfolded and lost
on a dead-end street,
bumping against a wall
of steel gray misery,
imprisoning your soul and
turning your hopes and dreams
into doubt, desperation, and despair.
Oh my Heart, you’re trapped,
suspended in a twisting maze...
of unrequited, lethal love.
Contest: Maze - 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Date: 06-23-2020
Placement: 4th
Running Away by Maria Magdalena Oosthuizen
I am a part of each leaf that loses its
chlorophyll and fades from green in the maze
of my mind. Again, I try to run through, as if I could
escape, on a search for a flower garden I may
never find. Turning to rest, I laze on dying
grass next to a wall of leaves loosening their
grip to fall upon me. As my calm explodes
in chaos, I awaken from my twisting dreams,
lashing out and gasping to breathe.
Without love, long ago I became trapped
in this web, but now I know love
is the mist that quenches a heart in days of
despair. I often feel lost and alone despite
my truths. So, I perch in my blues high above
in meditation to watch a little girl on
a quest to find love. She steps tentatively
through the dark then stops abruptly to raise
her eyes to mine with desperation and void
of subtlety. I bend over her with a maternal
touch as fallen tears muddy her sinuous
paths, and I see my own face, different
but the same, flawlessly reflected in her tears.
I do not wish to uproot my past. Along my path,
I will plant seeds, look for buds of rebirth, ask
the wind to blow away yesterday’s decay.
Every puzzle has a solution. Pieces
are uncovered under a brightening light,
one that no longer flickers with intent to
disguise. The little girl in need of love still
has wonder in her eyes as she stares into mine.
On a search for love, I ask for true balance
in the Eden of my soul. That little girl
and I will wind our way through the passages
of our labyrinth
hand-in-hand.
Written 6/26/20
Contest – Maze
Sponsor – Dear Heart
Stress sizzles at the bottom of my brain
Twisting cyclones lashing tongue-tied migraines
Bubbles trapped by broken, acidic air
Garden of corrosive roses' despair
Dark swords piercing aura's fragility
Turning sunlight into adversity
Until angels of amnesty bypass
Sinuous paths; breaking a wall of glass
Into a puzzle, relinquished by the steam
Of a sage maze, lost within a downy dream.
6/27/20
For 'Maze - 10 Word Challenge' contest
Sponsor: A Dear Heart
Required words: garden, maze, paths, sinuous, turning, trapped, puzzle, twisting, lost, wall.
America-
s flag flies
high (like the president)
overhead (our cost)
with colors that
don't run....
the race fair
with a head start
and a Barry bonds shot
but the Juggernuats victory
is not mine
nor yours
our victory is lost
and found
here
in the maze....
he drinks shots
when he can afford liquor
but beer
is the closest of his
confidants
both bubbly and bitter
so sad his dear friend
encourages solace in others
that just
don't
at least not with him
have you ever?
drank alone?
the roach from next door
can't get in
and it's raining
it's raining
hard
the drum of aqua droplets
crashing from oblivion to surface
is deafning/horrifiying/ugly
to it's
alien form
welcome to America
little guy
I've been tracing the starry sky with little dots,
my fingers dancing in diverging paths of knots,
I long for a curl leading to a slumber in blues,
through these sinuous rivers my thoughts cruise.
A garden of warmth, my woolen scarf I nuzzle,
my nose itches against the embroidered puzzle,
I remember mother's fingers turning with devotion,
beautiful threads twisting on the scarf in motion.
"How do you identify the threads in that maze?"
I would often ask following the needle in daze.
"Oh you just need to hold on to a single strand,
and knit or loosen it retracing the color band."
How will I ever escape my fears if I am lost?
I realize this question in my mind hadn't crossed,
her answer echoes my hopes trapped in dim rooms,
to extinguish agony I need to plunge into fumes.
Holding colored love, labyrinths of threads I face,
her ethereal touch in my scarf, my fingers trace,
through whispering lullabies in stars I sprawl,
led to an ocean of light beyond that fearful wall.
June 25, 2020
Maze - 10 Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance(A Dear Heart)
~Winner: 1st Place
but my heart still weeps to be a Swarovski spark~
within the amorous soul of your stellar skies,
where singing sunsets bask in petrichor sighs,
mirroring magical wings amidst blushing vines,
while I burn for you in silence, like sleepless stars~
immersed in a moonlit maze of painted love….
My Grandma oft planted a floral maze,
complete with twisting paths and dead-end trails.
She’d buy garden gnomes at local yard-sales,
setting scenes you rarely see nowadays.
She'd design a puzzle meant to amaze,
a lost art that was found in the details.
She sculpted a sinuous ivy wall
so, I'd be constantly turning around
feeling trapped at times, and yet, still spellbound.
And the smell was heaven, as I recall,
lasting until the first frost of the fall
when the leaves turned color and life shut down.
I found inner peace at the maze’s core,
and couldn't have asked for anything more.
As we stroll through this maze called life,
we stroll through many twists and turns. Some are sharp and will cut like a knife,
many are happy with no concerns.
As we age, we set the stage. Only when we get to the end,
will we know if this maze called life was our friend.