Best Mazed Poems
Tears do Fall
...a sad sonnet...
My tears do fall as they cowardly crawl
To rivers of disbelief with banks of grief
My heart a slaving stall building the wall
The love I seek near windows bane belief
In distant dormant dwells my heart repels
Admits the darkness hides my tearful tides
Loves empty wells with superstitious spells
Where sorrow divides the banished brides
For a silence slaved stands a soul depraved
In a desolate domain where demons deign
A captive caved within a mind that’s mazed
Of a vaulted vain amongst a drowning drain
Will the tears bathe my final grassy grave?
As they nail and engrave will my spirit save?
May.18.2018
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Categories:
mazed, first love, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
You are a mild hesitation, generating bold question.
In your bed, under cover, you become a distracted lover.
In your heart of emotion, say -- am I your slightest notion?
A simple walk with you endangers my penciled, perfect view.
With fists, I attempt holding all that uncertainty flies
before looking in your eyes of such vague, scattered tries.
Am I your any place … does my touch leave any trace?
Gray skies, sad sighs and sensual thrills vary heat of will.
My desire to see truth yearn, stretches to see you turn.
Gentle lavender-laced, fancy dreams hang on low rafters.
They offer ease of capture - now winds may lay them blown
cause your cupid air dancers twirl aloof in passion’s cologne.
Do gray skies, sad sighs and sensual thrills tarry now to kill?
In your heart of emotion, do you stir honesty’s notion?
A simple walk with you endangers my penciled, perfect view.
Am I your any place …. do you see precious on my face?
You are a mild hesitation, generating bold question …
and, baby, I’m a slooow burn, baby,
I'm … just a slooow burn.
Ripples shadow-sway across waves, casting gray over days.
Vague gauze designs play tag inside multi-mazed blinds.
Feeling comes and goes, slides and grows, I’m tossed ..........
you twist, but -------
..… mostly I’m a slooow burn.
Categories:
mazed, betrayal, love, romance,
Form:
Lyric
let’s not get carried away
with my cache of failings
and unbless’ed idioscyncrasies
the brain mysterious,
untouchable
mazed, unreadable
the heart lethal,
more ingenious
blowing smoke, big guns
bang, bang
love
bang bang, love
I’ll cover your skin
like soft, warm
cashmere
kissing the inbetweens
moments of sweet seduction
hypnotised, I’ll take
your swelling soul in
bang, bang
love
I’m a gangsta,
Sweet Sin,
Love
is a libertine
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Sweet Sin. Love. Libertine.
Categories:
mazed, sensual, sin,
Form:
Free verse
This ash tree stands at the center of the universe.
Its roots are drenched in blood
where hidden souls have fought for the throne
or maybe they are fighting still
though the land has been reclaimed.
This ash tree stands at the center of history
though we cannot tell how near the end we are
by looking at its striking limbs
as if lightning bolted from the earth,
struck the sky and petrified,
tawny and mazed.
A leaf drops like a shoe
to the foot of the tree,
but I refuse to walk away.
My heart is this tree’s seed.
Let it be buried with blood.
Its roots are within.
This war has been won
or I wouldn’t remain.
April 22, 2017
For 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 17
For YGGDRASIL ME - Poetry Contest
Categories:
mazed, allegory, creation, destiny, earth,
Form:
Free verse
Niagara Falls
N iagara Falls, just to hear the name
I nspires wonderful thoughts
A nd feelings of tranquility
G uaranteed you will be
A mazed at the stunning
R esplendent beauty of this
A ttraction of worldwide fame
F alls that captivate the soul, but
A llows the imagination to roam freely
L iving in total peace and harmony
L oving each other for all eternity
S ilently surrendering to sweet serenity
John Derek Hamilton
July 08, 2016
Categories:
mazed, beautiful, inspirational, nature,
Form:
Acrostic
To get lost in the world’s everlasting trance
Rarely moving, afraid you’ll miss a second glance
Amazed by all the sights that you see
Venturing to any place makes you feel free
Eloquent the old cities will always stay
Love for traveling can never be washed away
Categories:
mazed, adventure, beautiful, blessing, freedom,
Form:
Acrostic
~~~~~~~**********~~~~~~~
Innumerable -
Incessant countless driblets
Catastrophies fell.
Crystalline mirrored
Chromatic, stunning, superb,
Grandiose paints stained.
Forging faith within
ATMOSPHERIC UMBRELLA
Colors- urbaned, mazed.
~~~~~~~***********~~~~~~~~
Categories:
mazed, natural disasters, nature,
Form:
Haiku
when I was young, my first boat was a whailer
going fishing to fripp hauling it by trailer
I stopped at Island Plaza, my boat I was a gassing
then the Gulla man asked me, while in passing
"youda mae goinda bat toe anggo strikking mon?
black man with gray hair and a gig in his hand
to go in my boat gigging is what he had demand
happy to have him never a prejedous bone I had
never gigged in day light, to learn I'd be glad
"youda bego down dat scrit da mon"
he had be drive out, to station creek
there were pelicans whose tummy held less than there beek
it was hard to see, it was a marshy maze
I was realy lost in a foggy haze
then in a small creek a little bigger than a brook
off the bow the Gulla man threw the hook
while the anchor set and I lit a cig
he started beating my boat with his gig
well I got his attention, by clearing my throat
and asked "what in the hell are you doing to my boat!"
"eyebe kull-pin de whompiss mon!"
"what?"
"eyebe kull-pin de whompiss mon!"
so with the Gulla man I didn't want to haggel
then I said "hey buddy can you call whompiss with my paddle?"
thinking about plan "A" but still on the limb
thought about takin Gulla man back where I found him
then I was a-mazed! about out of my skin
all around us we were surounded by a dozen dolfin
the water started to boil on top the fish appear
and the old Gulla man stabbed them with his spear
"Ibe gat shree I begit foe mon!"
2 or 3 at a time, bass, flounder, and trout
they were piled so high they started to fall out
with alot of fish, piled in a stack
when a dolfin got close Gulla man threw one back
well the boat was so full, high like a mound
so were the dolfin and they were no longer found
"gitbe dare gitbe dare!"
I was so amazed, never had such a thrill
I thanked the Gulla man all the way to the hill
"trit flider notak in megit may na churn be tak in da bass mon!"
so he kept the bass for his kids runnin about
and I got to keep all of the flounder and trout
by Capt Mike
Categories:
mazed, adventureboat,
Form:
Lost,
stumbling
alone through
pained memories.
Mazed.
--------------------
9th April 2017
My first Lanterne - for the "Form L - Lanterne" contest sponsored by Broken Wings.
(First Place)
Categories:
mazed, break up, girlfriend, heartbroken,
Form:
Lanterne
A little bit broken
Mostly bruised
Partly shattered
Mainly used
No more silhouettes dancing
The shadows are lose
The truth keeps expanding
Soon you’ll cut me loose
Soot stained stories
Darkened pilgrim muse
Aged window draperies
Sunlight scars me like tattoos
I’m coding
Don’t resuscitate
Verging on self imploding
Confine me to a crate
Try to hold me down
But I’m going run wild
You got that sweat stained frown
Muddled like we reconciled
Lack there of
I’m trained at solace
The indulgence in drought
Might as well be lawless
Requisition like a grifter
Longing for euphoric
Yet I content to self-gratify
As much a deed as a string tie
My mind whistles
Through the grated cage I built myself
I mazed myself from escaping
Now just another hollow doll on the shelf
Categories:
mazed, angst, introspection, longing, perspective,
Form:
Couplet
What'll I Write... he
Muses, surveilles the nil
Wind, windowy visage,
& gateswayed key-pad,
like a cyber abacus
to touch & stroke, counted-
on to reveal it's
whilom Mysterlex, vener-
able... Sunday, a
small gaggle of Ibis, like a
short-stack @ the Pamcake House,
gather to beak the
night-sogged sand & soil -
Yes, it is Raining, & what'll
I Write onto this
Sky heavy with no
sound, Divemy - to Alpha-Bet-
souper-bowl-Day to score
& yield 1st-touch-Words,
off-costume, aplenty like
Muskmelonseeds al
centro, resplendent
like an occasion, of the
Yes-twoDay's a mazed
Prosetrycopia!, huh! -
What shall I Write, In-
Deed!?, but Linnear...
and Quantumescent,
A Sirge in Time to the
Muse of Rhyme, I Am...
Categories:
mazed, computer-internet, imagination, introspection, lost
Form:
Alliteration
I was there
Extant at the screen of life as the third parties
A warmth which subsequently appeared capricious
A love that never thought to be seek
At once all disclosed by the warmth which began by a kiss ...
One Eve is waiting overseas
Stood upon her ignorance ...
Ahead of them ....
A falsity was presented as a host for our mistakes ...
And the conversation went on, as usual ...
Realism provoked to speak about the story which should not be exist...
But I....
I mazed in clue, the clue to quench the truth
Conversations legible through our eyes
We forbid to speak, we crawled through the sense
We seek through our heart , for the true heart we understood
Because this should not be subsist....
I surrender to the possibilities
Fling all of my feelings
I cast my self out from your world, your love, even it's true or not
With hope you would find the right love, true love, true end
~ And now you do ~ :)
Author's note:
Written on November 4, 2007
Categories:
mazed, heart, lost love, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
A Mazed Mind
Thoughts manifest and harbor within
Boiling like a kettle bursting at the lid...
When the whistle blows now uncontrollable
Actions become actions no longer affordable...
Elevated emotions mix up all your chemistry
Taking perfect lines and twisting telemetry...
When the dots disconnect leaving an open void
The Architect turns Addict becoming paranoid...
Instructions become a labyrinth of complete dead ends
Turning left, turning right directions won't comprehend...
Losing control the mind slips now unable to stand up straight
Sitting flat on your **** waving goodbye to all those you hate...
bmdavey@08/31/16
Categories:
mazed, confusion, crazy, psychological,
Form:
Rhyme
'Neath the Willows, now cloaked in brume,
as streams the night time deepening.
Enshrouding all in shadows womb,
I espy true loves awakening.
Evetide slumber did find a youth,
within the mead, where I do dwell.
Wont was I, to bespell, forsooth,
tis truly, one thing I do well.
Mazed, stands young swain, aside his bay,
embracing nymph, of flaxen hair.
Bedewed, were eyes, by impish fay,
for it be a swine, he holds there.
Of deep laughter, I do partake.
As disenthralled, young swain awakes.
For: Shakespearian or English Sonnet contest
Host: John Freeman
Placement: 7th
Categories:
mazed, animals, fantasy, love
Form:
Sonnet
Amnesia, we have grown to acknowledge the
Absurd canvas splash painted by the elites and
November turned our Black Christmas craft
Sadly we been ill-treated alike bees after its
Sweet nectar we were poised betwixt crowns
About the proficient past and tatty retention
All disapprove the deeds by the elites in plays
No longer felt acclaimed to the first republican
Spawn swell his pockets yet too I get a penny
Secret services he sort to call his corrupt deed
Amend, we no longer long to chant Nehanda's
Aspirations from her grave,dust as haile spin
Now the paper gut to wet in drips of honesty
Spin the coin topflip and let virtues reign over
Spirited vices the brothers has been cementing
African pride be blaze in the freedom touch too
Again the glorious House of stones be mazed...
Nhamodzenyika's gallery be torned into shreds
Santa to bring forth fruits of liberty, equality
Savages of a lifetime to be apprehended in slab
Categories:
mazed, allusion,
Form:
Quatrain