Best Mystify Poems
"When the Grim Reaper asked for my spirit,
I told him to take my poetic pen.
He walked away smiling, leaving me illiterate."
In the mystical wilderness of virtual poetry,
surrounded by metaphors that mystify my mind,
I've become a shadow of the poet I once knew.
Insecure with egotistical lame labels,
tormented by attention seeking tags,
irritated from imitative compliments.
Exhausted eyes sting, bloodshot from
reading an overuse of mumbo jumbo jargon.
On the edge of personification,
symbolic syllables burn all desire to scrutinize.
Sometimes there can be too many words,
sometimes not enough,
yet we veil the true meaning of our thoughts.
I guess there is an art to pretending,
yet I watch my artistry fade.
We weave webs turning the internal into external,
but I question whether I was ever a poet.
Pondering if my poems served a purpose.
I have lost patience for personal prose,
rhymes without rhythm sound so revolting,
the soul is sick of old fashioned sonnets.
as iambic pentameter has always been my enemy.
I hear alphabetic patrol sirens,
their ignorant judgment is a mockery to the bilingual.
An assassination of alliterations,
is causing a massacre of my muse.
There is a void in my verses,
which prevents me from roaming free.
My soul feels like a starless supernova,
a moonless sky drifting into a black hole,
as fatigued fingers become a mistress
to simple scribbles.
I yearn to be forever silent,
with no motive to write for a legacy,
so I've imprisoned my muse in an asylum.
I have lost passion to spill the ink from my quill,
so I no longer tend to the petals in my poetic garden.
I've found peace in the solitude of a blank canvas.
Silent One
15 February 2022
Categories:
mystify, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Starstruck
Gazing at the stars in the nighttime sky
A shooting star reflects an awestruck sigh.
The Northern lights make their appearance nigh
With vivid colored ribbons soaring high,
They penetrate my soul and mystify.
A cosmic gift to almost deify,
The wind joins in to sing a lullaby,
I feel conjoined to let my spirit fly.
1-8-20
First Time Here - Any Monorhyme Poetry Contest ~First Place~
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
~Poem of the day January 10, 2020~
Categories:
mystify, nature, night, sky, stars,
Form:
Monorhyme
Care not I for the day at noon,
air filled with the humidity of June,
Where is my full mystic moon,
share your golden radiance with me soon,
Bear witness to a lonely cricket's tune,
there you shine on every land, lake and dune.
Will the man in the moon smile bright?,
hill, tree and meadow are bathed in night,
Kill and extinguish the cloudy starlight,
sill of my window glowing luminous white,
Still is my heart as I see a glorious sight,
fills the sky as it reaches it's height.
Why wait there and make me weep?,
shy and slowly over the mountain top creep,
I thought that you were fast asleep,
my wandering gaze I shall forever keep,
Thy orange coloring is rich and deep,
by the time of the fall harvest reap.
It is time to play freely and escape,
visit me shrouded with a sheer silver drape,
Quit hiding and rise in a crescent shape,
sit above every blue snow, lagoon and cape,
Lit orbs eclipse, hued like a purple grape,
permit my wish and my mouth shall gape.
Make the night as bright as day,
lake waves seem to shimmer a silver-gray,
Break through the horizon, if you may,
opaque pearl that evokes a wolves' bay,
Wake early and until dawn, stay,
take all of my melancholy feelings away.
You mystify me as you wax and wane,
knew this waiting would drive me insane,
Do illuminate, please do not refrain,
too many evenings have ended in rain,
New moons alight every street, road and lane,
blue light now gleaming in my window pane.
Categories:
mystify, beauty, moon,
Form:
Rhyme
you, I, we, they
stumble, betwixt
with words-
creative minds
hands write
muses mystify
searching, finding
expressing in verse
then you, I, we, they
read, critique
poems delightfully
but a few may
tongue waggle
insinuatingly
eyes close
to those that do
but many, many
PS-ers, I we, they
Thank You PD for
running contests
challenging minds
critiquing poems
sharing and being you-
a true blue PS family
For Linda-A's contest, 'PD Poem (Any Poem Written Or Dedicated To Me'
Categories:
mystify, dedication, family, poetess, thank
Form:
Free verse
Turbidity
Turbidity’s
An artifice of
Being Human
One who is
So confused
So disordered
Or even one
With a Turbid
Imagination!
Being Turbid
Allows its Owner
To be or seem to be
In turmoil or
In degrees of
Real or Fake
Confusion
Making situations
Quite interesting!
This attributes
A most likely
Pejorative symbol
When intentionally
Used to obfuscate
Human interactions
Or to be just
Plain difficult or
Uncooperative!
Possessing bouts of
Seeming Turbidity
For the Poet
Can also be
That perfect
Literary Conceit
To challenge
To mystify
All readers true!
Such notions of
Verisimilitude
Or better yet
Literary Truth
Methinks would
Maketh the likes of
Keats, Eliot, Pound
Among other greats
Jumpeth all for joy!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
January 14, 2016 (Accentual Meter)
Categories:
mystify, allegory, analogy, emotions, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
The more we focus on what shines inside
That has us taking this amazing ride
Living life's highest high's
To the stars, so we can mystify
About our love, we won't let slip by
In a place, we can both occupy
Where we see the beauty eye to eye
Baby, it will never be about saying goodbye
You sure know how to make my spirit fly
The good lord would testify
How you taught my heart to reach for the sky
You have to know how hard I try
To give you my love supply
Energising what grows so deep inside
Knowing we have concord love far and wide
How wonderful it feels living without having to hide
Opening up a world that we can justify
Where our life is so electrified
Love that brings on life's most rewarding high
With a woman, who magnifies
All the love that reflects from your eyes
Categories:
mystify, desire, firework, god, heart,
Form:
Rhyme
Remains of stars adorn the sky
with nebulae aglow on high
in stunning patterns that romance
the wondering stargazer’s glance
or simply senses mystify.
While stellar orbs are born and die,
do heavens strum a lullaby
as all around the cosmos dance
remains of stars?
Might there be heard celestial sigh
when Man seems deaf to wisdom’s cry
and Mother Nature looks askance?
Will humans waken from their trance?
For in our earthly beings lie
remains of stars.
~ Harley White
* * * * * * * * *
“We are star stuff which has taken its destiny into its own hands.”
~ Carl Sagan, Cosmos
The poem is a rondeau ~ a short poem of fixed form, consisting of 13 lines (plus the phrase twice) on two rhymes and having the opening words or phrase used in two places as an unrhymed refrain.
A planetary nebula is an expanding cloud of gas ejected from a star that is nearing the end of its life. The nebula glows because of ultraviolet radiation from the hot remnant star at its center. In only a few thousand years the nebula will dissipate into space. The central star will then gradually cool down, eventually becoming a white dwarf, the final stage of evolution for nearly all stars.
Categories:
mystify, creation, humanity, inspiration, nature,
Form:
Rondeau
Merrily, merrily,
mystify him gently,
manage him to the door.
Make sure he sees the sprig,
manifest, boldly ask,
majestic tradition,
mirthfully with a kiss.
Categories:
mystify, loss,
Form:
Pleiades
Full moon nigh
Has an eerie feel
Dark clouds mystify
Pathway of the surreal.
Raindrops echo steadily
With each and every step
I continue on methodically
While shadows by me crept.
Full moon nigh
Damp fog rolling near
Heightened senses intensify
The woods become austere.
Through my hair, a gentle brush
Breeze or ghostly presence
Upon my skin, icy touch
Starlit path of luminescence.
Full moon nigh
Beckons my restless spirit
The crow loudly cries
"Fate awaits implicit!"
Ancient wisdom implore
Incantations and elixirs
The mind is an open door
For the spiritual path's fissure.
Full moon nigh
When the dreamworld is revealed
Great horned owl flies
Now is the time to heal.
Categories:
mystify, bird, culture, dream, magic,
Form:
clouds up playfully dancing in the sky
scrapes and patterns nonchalantly floating by
shrouds of marshmallow forms that mystify
cottoncandy shapes in guises quite flamboyant
grounded gusts released on wings of butterfly
landscapes enjoy their suitors so gallant
magical theatrics in slow motion
whimsical courtship games incite emotion
Submitted on June 9, 2019 for contest RIMA OTTAVA sponsored by CHARLES MESSINA - RANKED 3RD
Categories:
mystify, fantasy, fun, games, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
I beat my wings
At the moment of exhale
Unaware the air had grown stale
I was a white washed wasp
With no sting in my tale
Maybe because daddy bent my mind
when he told me I was destined to fail
Teacher, you taught me
I didn’t need to get high to fly
When you exhaled I felt myself sigh
You made me try instead of cry
To change my flight path
I needed a scoop of double-you and why
Then the gravity of his depravity
couldn’t mystify
I became a different guy
When my mind stopped buzzing
I transformed into a colour blind butterfly
with words worthy of a sigh
I stopped seeing people
through his deranged eyes
His heart was willfully unwise
I stopped believing those malignant lies
We come in many colours
“No Justice no peace”
Solutions aren’t just one size
All parts of society
need to rise.
Black, white, yellow and brown
Those who are up and down
Look around your town
Let’s listen to each other’s heart pound
Don’t fear being woke
It’s time to wake up, shake up
make a God fearing joyful sound
Compassion lost
can be found
Nobody should be bent
or hell bound
Look to the heavens for answers
while keeping both feet firmly on the ground.
Categories:
mystify, abuse, addiction, angst, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
I shine my light upon the green earth
Reaching down from heaven’s domain
To show the world that their fantasies
Are the way that I illuminate the night
I touch the stars with my soft perimeters
Radiate love through clouds and storms
Mystify the writers and poets of nature
Send a shadow of insight across the seas
I melt with a heart of hope bound by faith
Sliding through the core of dancing spirits
Dwelling quietly along the mountain ridges
My destiny suspended within sweet dreams
I rest my graceful beauty against the eyes
Who take time to notice how I’ve survived
Decades of mystical wishes and embraces
From melancholy souls who treasure praises
I am the color of glittering stars that are afire
Imagining inspirations that color me with yearnings
For reaching across the sorrows and anxieties
With comforting joy and assured confidence
I accept the romantic affections that create peace
And welcome the dazzling enlightenment they bring
With their sense of promise and optimistic ways
Filling up the world with creative intimacy and wisdom
I give away the buoyant caress that others so crave
Risking everything to bring the dance of serenity
With echoes of sensitivity I sing a sweet song
Erasing all fear with my gentle and wise experience
I thrill the onlooker who hopes to find a cure for pain
Moving beyond their limited view toward potency
Feelings filled with brilliant reasons for knowing healing
That comes from perceiving the compassion I express
With me, the haunting moon, there is bold acceptance!
STRAND completely new (3) any theme any form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
June 30, 2020
Categories:
mystify, how i feel, inspiration,
Form:
Personification
under the midnight moon
on thru the night
your eyes haunt me
mystify me
i long to reach out
caress your face
touch your silken hair
hold you in my arms
come dance with me
sway with me
sweet darling
mystify me
i long to snare you
devour you consume you
you mystify me
come sway with me
the universe our dance floor
don’t break my heart
promise me a kiss tonight
I long to feel eternity in your arms
you have what it takes to
forever mystify me
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on May 19, 2020
Categories:
mystify, dance, longing, love, romance,
Form:
Free verse
Mysticism is alive and well.
If this seems like a mystification, you have not experienced it yet.
But wait, what if you have?
Think on the mystique of a newborn babe.
You know this beautiful child has an inner glow, and sacred look, fresh from heaven.
Mystically alive, a soul-messenger.
A newborn will mystify even the most hardened skeptic.
You cannot hold one without instantly feeling that you are looking into the eyes of God.
Anyway, I cannot.
Categories:
mystify, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
It’s Raining Rainbows
Rainbows rule the reigning high
Radiant refractiles for the candy eye
A canvas complete for the artistic dye
Like a Peacock displaying its floral pie
Their time is brief as they occupy
Their surrendering beauty does mystify
In a timeless trance we pacify
Like a masters painting we glorify
Their visions manifest into a lullaby
Soothing songs of beauty as babes cry
Backdrops for the Angels as they fly
And now it is time to say “Goodbye”.
Oct.23.2018
Rainbows Poetry
Sponsored by: craig cornish
N/A for contest
Categories:
mystify, beautiful, inspiration, rainbow,
Form:
Monorhyme