Best Mystifying Poems
The distance between us means nothing~
l've f a l l e n in love with you, despite the moon sleeping in your eyes,
I d r i f t towards you like a galaxy of stars.
Craving your ivory fingers to unfurl my ebony crest,
flying me to thrilling northern lights,
as I grasp your fluttering wings onto my heaving chest,
enabling you to u n r a v e l and devour me,
beneath artistically crumpled sheets,
sprinkling sweetness across mystifying rivers~
of toffee lakes that are ready to burst,
as you sensationally dive
into these restricted fondant gates,
to passionately feed beyond the luscious linen,
finding your way around enraptured embodiment.
An enigmatic enchantress you've so effortlessly tamed,
conquering my walls whilst within a timid pupa,
confined inside the vulnerabilities
of a voiceless cocoon,
but waiting for your mystical vapors,
to unleash spring blooms in our souls,
engraving "forever" on rose tinted glasses,
for summer steam has commenced calm seas.
But these venereal spirits can r u n wild,
a vacant space that shall leave our eager ink
to create reckless nights,
feeling your claws ravishing their
way onto my poetic spheres deeper and faster,
letting your hands explore as my plesiosaurs guide,
while you set my canvas on fire
with your alluring quill,
and you grip onto my realms
like a momentous love ritual.
A scavenger hunting for hidden passages,
full of t r e a s u r e and p l e a s u r e
sinfully scribbling about how tomorrow shall be.
Categories:
mystifying, love,
Form:
Free verse
I close my weary eyes
I quake and tremble
The meaning of life losing its hold,
Losing its wonder
In this magnifying, mystifying Sadness
Where is the river,
Where is the ocean
To drown these sorrows...
The dry formations in this barren land stay tall,
Pools holding life drying in the dinosaur wasteland
I am bones...
I am bones sinking in the waterless chalk
I keep these eyes shut
To hide inside my meditations
My ears have grown accustomed to the silence,
And sensitive to the drops of tears
They dry too quickly,
For the sun is against the moisture
And all for the fossilization of my soul
Where is the river?
Where is the ocean...
I do not ask with hope-
I am too ancient to beg for miracles
To dream, yet, too long I have slept
I ask on account of who I once was,
A land so lush and plentiful
See now only the dryest thrive
I am bones on the brink of history...
The elements have claimed me
Life will return elsewhere
I am become by the rock and the sun
Categories:
mystifying, age, crush, earth, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
My cousin Tallie
was a real-life
award winning
beauty queen
from age six to eighteen
The kind who seems
a cardboard cut-out
Southern stereotype
all big hair and hype
manicured nails and
well arranged...
assets
but in reality
there was much more to Tallie
Her favorite movie
was Fried Green Tomatoes
and as far as movies go
it was good
but I never understood
until much later
why she loved it so
At first I thought
she was obsessed with the dish
she just 'had to try' fried green tomatoes
with fried catfish...
But it was actually
more about “Towanda!”
the primal, female battle-cry
And there was something electrifying
heartbreaking and mystifying
in the way she had the nerve to
let loose
a hullabaloo
screaming “Towanda!”
without reserve
fully, freely
like a woman
on the very edge
with nothing left to lose
and that was true
Tallie'd been abused
but somehow
nobody chose to see that part
that she actually had
had a heart
that someone had torn apart
Now Tallie's a badass
with blue-green hair
and a hard edged manner
devil-may-care
she has a tattoo
for each person she held dear
far and near
dead and gone
and no one knows why
she's evasive, withdrawn
as they spew out their judgments
in-between their
slow Southern
matter-of-fact yawns
With all the details noticed
while picking her to pieces
how did they miss the moment
her innocence was taken
faith in mankind shaken
How the barefoot, crazy-haired Tallie
running free, suddenly
stopped entirely, sparkle gone
certain sadness in dark eyes
and full-grown
this woman appeared
world-wise
And while they wonder
who the father of her
latest offspring could be
I wonder where the
adorably incorrigible
little Tallie is-
that used to be
Categories:
mystifying, abuse, community, family, growing
Form:
Free verse
Dormant desires within derelict deserts’
Winds whispering of your selective stealth
Frozen fingers that chill the empty spaces
Longing for you a pacifier of thickened thorns
Discombobulation drives the day
Your mendacious love marooned on dusty dunes
Secluded silhouettes stranded
Mystifying mirages migrating
Only sacrificial shadows scream
Where your love mutates into a holographic hollow
Desolation within a Venus vacuum
An anemic vampire
Erotic deceptions dominate deflecting desires
Eruptive emotions have no place to tread
For your unfulfilling love, a puff of smoke
In a hellion hole.
Sept.10.2019
Sometimes love is not enough
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 2'nd & POTD...Thank You
Categories:
mystifying, conflict, longing, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Draped in silent fog, is a reservoir of dreams
weathering each season, with a mystifying scheme …
On a wind-swept shelf, she is silently sleeping
Where secrets are guarded and are hers for the keeping
Looking out at the tide, where the seagulls are sweeping
In her moldering courtyard, where quadrivial paths meld,
Among ancient arches of an old Spanish style
Names locked in history, many stories revealed
Etched in the headstones, where angels have dwelled
The cracked marble fountain with polished ligures,
Above the church doorway, vines are withering, bare
Aloft from the steeple, are the four watchful eyes
Looking out to the sea, and the deep crimson tide
Three vestige bells dangle from loft, overhead
Their voices are quiet, with pericopes spoken
Soft hymns of doves, fill the rafters, instead
From crumbling ruins, bricks humbly laid
There are shadows of saints...and moss covered jade
A weeping old willow, with leaves crackling dry
I drink with my ears, and listen with an eye
Of all those who prayed, for those who passed by
Unbelievable echoes, the tolling of the bells
Making sense of the senseless, I can hear what it tells
Giving voice to my feelings, and new hope to my eyes
A peace in my heart, where the holy grail lies
Are heard in the voice, in the church of blue tides
____________________________________________________________________
For The Contest Sponsored By Shadow Hamilton "Any Subject"
Using Words: unbelievable, mystical, ligure, pericope, reservoir, quadrivial,
7/22/13
Categories:
mystifying, history, mystery, places,
Form:
Free verse
Fragile Fabulous Finessed Fragrance
Luxurious Lavish Lasting Loveliness
Overwhelming Optimistic Overture
White Wintry Whimsical Whisper
Elusive Enamored Enchantment
Relentless Romantic Rhythmic Reverie
Stunning Sentimental Sensuous Seduction
Absolute Adorable Addiction
November Nightfall Nurtured Nuances
Delectable Divine Daydreams
Captivating Cherished Celebration
Heavenly Harmonious Happiness
Amorous Ambient Authenticity
Magnificent Mystifying Magnetism
Paradisiac Poetic Playfulness
Alluring Adventure Aficionado
Guileless Gregarious Godliness
Notable Nuptial Newsworthiness
Exquisite Ecstatic Exuberance
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on December 31, 2018 for contest JUBILANT JOY sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE
Originally posted on April 3, 2018
Categories:
mystifying, appreciation, celebration, flower, happiness,
Form:
Acrostic
She is sweet but psycho:
demons in her mind run wild at night,
refusing to let her see beyond grey circles,
that left her spiraling in panic
through perpetual plagues of pain.
Oblivious to the sparkling stars
arrayed in a straight line,
her memory's attic is clogged
with bruised tears,
collected from gloomy
summer symphonies of fear,
that froze her will
to comprehend what’s real
when creative lies become truth.
Yet she rises from hellish nightmares:
like morning sun-birds,
unaware of all the maniac mantras
chanted through wicked midnight hours,
dressed in darkness
as a paranoid piranha,
deeply irritating sane eyes,
her mystifying aura was never
destined for weakened souls,
lost in her own
messed up splitting perceptions.
She still keeps her faith intact,
finding peace from being understood,
amidst the unhinged chaos carried
beneath her caramelized skin.
Categories:
mystifying, angst, dark,
Form:
Free verse
You are so much more than your hips or your thighs.
More than the stares and the glares, or some young man’s lies
BUT YOU HAVE TO KNOW YOUR WORTH
More stunning than the Mona Lisa
Your likeness can’t be molded into sculpture
you are living, breathing art.
You are not defined by your body,
Only your soul and your heart
BUT YOU HAVE TO KNOW YOUR WORTH
When you look in the mirror, please see more than your reflection.
See the essence of beauty
a work of perfection.
You are the inheritance of the promise.
You are the covenant unbroken,
You are cries unheard
and words unspoken
BUT YOU HAVE TO KNOW YOUR WORTH.
You are much more radiant than the stars
you are breathtaking constellations
You are a valley of virtue.
A Lady in waiting
You are shores of compassion surrounding oceans of faith
You are the much needed cool, caressing breeze, on a hot summer’s day.
You are the eighth, ninth, and tenth wonder of the world
Much more precious than diamonds and pearls
BUT YOU HAVE TO KNOW YOUR WORTH
You are more mystifying than the pyramids of Egypt,
More spectacular than snow caped peeks of Sweden
Your presence was predestined in the Garden of Eden.
BUT YOU HAVE TO KNOW YOUR WORTH
You are the silver lining stretching across the sky,
Broadened with truth, both gentle and meek
You are the earth’s horizon where land and sky meet.
You are a Queen, and upon your head you bare a crown
Adorned in wisdom, courage and strength
A most magnificent gift of GOD,
you are truly heaven-sent
But you have to know your worth
Categories:
mystifying, devotion, uplifting,
Form:
Free verse
footsteps aimlessly
walking on their trails
beaten down and broken
shiny as the rails
the rails of the train
over used and rusted
crumbling ignored
the system that you trusted
the silence of conformity
the quiet crying song
of people lost in apathy
monotony so long
the old man remembered
the booming days of old
and tried to warn the youngster
with stories he had told
the young man in the t shirt
can hear no warning cries
television cataracts
covering his eyes
commoners injected
with complacent misdemeanors
fed intravenously
from mass media feeders
the heretics will scream
with no one to hear their call
the working slaves will perish
society will fall
in the pulpit yelling
mystifying lies
sweating like a demon
with fire in his eyes
passing round a dish
to collect the workers' wage
saving souls ain't easy
so he sets a stage
profiting from fear
preparing them for death
comfort is a business
says his liquor breath
on the front row fanning
the woman says amen
waiting for the bell
so she can live in sin
forgiveness is a blessing
that god will give to few
surely she'll be one
when her life is through
the child in the classroom
with the curious mind
will be beaten and conditioned
until she too is blind
"trust in the system"
is the motto that they teach
"question nothing,
so higher you can reach"
the land of the free
the home of the brave
only for those of us
content with being slaves
some will stand on street corners
holding big white signs
telling of injustice
held beneath our sights
but those who throw the bombs
which burn society down
those will be the shakers
for true freedom to be found
but the sheep still continue
to justify their life
ignoring others torment
blind to their strife
perpetuating failure
selling bankers souls
to keep on consuming
to get the best remote control
to build themselves a shield
what kind of life is this
numbness is a virtue
and ignorance is bliss
Categories:
mystifying, age, america, baptism, class,
Form:
Free verse
twilight
gentle, dreamy
moaning, searching, caressing
ambrosia, insight; prayer, lace
mystifying,unbuttoning...deepening
nightfall, awaiting
dawn
Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janis Thompson Repost 10/13/2016
Categories:
mystifying, mystery, night,
Form:
Diamante
A summer afternoon, I stepped onto my study porch's to go to lunch. A Hispanic-looking man was standing there waiting for me. I said hello to him, and thinking he needed some assistance, I said, “Are you here for the food pantry?” He said that he wasn’t. I thought, perhaps, his family was in a car somewhere, so I said, “Do you need to get into our clothing closet?” He said, “No, thank you, I don’t need any clothes” Trying again, I said, “If you’re traveling through, I can arrange for you and your family to have a room for the night in our local motel.” He said, “No, I won’t be needing that.” “Well, if you’d like,” you can join me for lunch. I’m going down to the restaurant. Want to come along?” He said, “No, I’m not really hungry.” By this time, I was rather puzzled, so, I decided to introduce myself as the church’s pastor, and he said to me, “You would spell my name J-E-S-U-S.” I said, “Oh, I speak Spanish. I’m glad to meet you, Jesus (I pronounced it hay-sus).” He said, “No, not Haysus; I am Jesus.” I was somewhat taken aback. He said, “I’m going around to churches to see if they are doing what they’re supposed to be doing. You have offered me food, clothing, and lodging. You are doing what my followers are supposed to be doing!”
when we least expect
Jesus may appear to us
unsurprisingly
Thinking I was, maybe, seeing things, I nonetheless bid him farewell and went on to the restaurant. No one in the restaurant had seem a man like the one I described. No one in town had seen him. The next day I dropped by the motel, but they had not seen any man like that either. From that day on, I told folks how, one day, I met Jesus at the back door of our church; but, no one believed me, of course! Be that as it may, that epiphany changed my way of thinking and my life.
we often discount
mystifying occasions
when Jesus drops by
FIRST PLACE TROPHY WINNER
Written August 9, 2022
Submitted to "An Epiphany That Changed Your Life" Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
mystifying, faith, religious, spiritual, uplifting,
Form:
Haibun
Through the Mist
It feels like a lifetime has passed since my beloved I last saw,
Bedecked in shining armor, my brave Geoffrey did gallantly gallop,
Riding his silver steed, through a soft silky blue morning mist
That like a tender lover enveloped and amorously embraced him.
Now overtaken by dark despair, silently willing my love to reappear,
Despondently I peer through this most mystifying mist, realizing that
On this fateful day twenty years before, he had unwittingly succumbed
To its seductive allure because man and mist had merged becoming one.
08-21-2014
Categories:
mystifying, allusion, fantasy, heartbroken, longing,
Form:
Free verse
Form above tears slowly falls into the ocean,
Rippling sounds into the night’s sky, like a sea lions raw emotion.
Beneath its floors human search’s for hidden treasures,
Yet we its true, and mysterious inhabitants fall into its mystifying pleasures.
Everything is tranquil and is set into a beautiful motion.
Categories:
mystifying, nature
Form:
Limerick
Big n hard
well babe its been big n hard,
the dumb retard?
wants planting in pleasures planting pot,
or bring some stole viagra,
just in case its not:)
get a keeper maybe should,
enhance his mood, stiff as wood,
the blood flow enterprising,
could be bloody mystifying,
as any phallus should,
yet babe im shagged, deflated bags,
me ball bags teste-fying,
get back you baitch,
can’t have an inch,
bo-didly aint supplying…
Don Johnson
Categories:
mystifying, adventure,
Form:
Ballad
Ephemeral
Tis not mystifying, though disheartening,
that we are simply passing shadows
…. a mere breath exhaled…. transitory
Sunrises numbered at first drawn breath
though each stand of hair is lovingly counted
A lone flower in a field of waving grass
will pass unnoticed, once flourished.
The wind becoming the only witness,
to its existence, as its scent is carried
across the meadow....fragrance dissipating
Swift waters of life slowly-- but surely--
wear away our most precious of stones
their features gently altered with time
until the final last grain deteriorates
finding rest, peacefully, on a distant shore
NOTE: This poem was inspired by the book of Psalms as well as Nature and MY FAITH.
Categories:
mystifying, life, loss, nature,
Form:
Free verse