Best Rapture Poems
Autumn is a woman. Bedecked in gold and crimson, hair
Upswept, serene, she warmly glistens till capriciously shaking her
Tresses loose and imbibing northern winds, she begins to
Undulate, and underneath a streaked
Magenta twilight sky, this loveliest of
Nymphs then beckons you. . .
Rhapsodies of memories not played since long
Ago rise up in you. Old
Passions never quite forgotten swell your breast. Surrendered
To, she can unleash in you. . . feelings yet
Untapped. But all too soon, her
Rhythm, tenuous, recedes, and all who have ever been
Enraptured, must face the old man Winter’s cold embrace.
An oldie
for the 'Any Acrostic of 10 to 12 lines' Poetry Contest of Line Gauthier
native drums beat in sync
dreams dance round the fire—
my head on his chest
“To have the wings to fly and roots to reach deep inside is to find beauty and tenderness amid the gravel and dust and the wound opens the rupture into a rapture.." Jayita Bhattachargee
In the ambient silence of twilight's gentle embrace,
silhouettes and shadows dance as stars sparkle in grace.
Ecstatic eyes gaze towards spheres where dreams come alive,
an enchanting canvas of wonder where spirits revive.
An air of perfumed peace whispers in pomegranate skies,
celestial sensations glow as lavender clouds comprise.
Ivory moon commands horizons with purple hues,
as its rays reflect in glorious amethyst views.
A sense of serenity gives birth to spiritual rapture,
like a moment of nature, photographers crave to capture.
Where lonely lovers allow their elated souls to take flight,
merging with darkness to illuminate an ebony night.
Soaring beyond earthly boundaries of euphoric delight,
in a cosmic flow reflecting lanterns of fluorescent light.
Romance is a rhapsody of rainbow colours free flowing,
a perfect palette of pastels that leave a heart glowing.
Realms of true love endow golden visions of vivid bliss,
softly soothed by lips of a beloved's enchanting kiss.
In a Nutshell
The Son of God our Savior;
A human form He took;
Twas prophesied in days of old;
It's written in His book.
Blood ran on the whipping post,
That my sickness may be healed.
The story has been often told.
It's in His book revealed.
They nailed Him to a rugged Cross;
I know that Jesus died.
In awful pain and torment,
My Lord was crucified.
After He died they took Him down;
Our sacrifice for sin,
And placed Him in a borrowed tomb,
But then He rose again.
In three short days He rose again;
Up from His narrow cell.
Victor for all the human race.
He conquered Death and Hell.
To grasp this matchless treasure,
I have but to believe;
And open up my heart to God,
His Promise to receive.
In the clouds of Heaven,
Oh, Glory to his name.
I plan to meet Him in the air;
When my Lord comes again.
Then I'll dance the streets of Heaven,
With Peter,James and Paul;
Eternally safe in Jesus care.,
Jehovah, The God of all.
These eyes watch the fierce rain
passing through
as earth moves, vibrating once more
my being shakes again
sensing you
somehow, yes- stronger than before
This heart, the beat quickens
with each sound
breath is taken, and so deeply
air presses, it thickens
I have found
raindrops bring you so close to me
These emotions, my heart
a quick glance
as the wild wind twists in my hair
striving to pull apart
just the chance
of me feeling you, everywhere
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~ You are in the waters touch ~
Powerful Moments
Form of Poetry~ Tri-fall
The rhyme scheme is a,b,c,a,b,c and meter for each stanza is as follows: 6/3/8, 6/3/8. This form requires little to no punctuation and can be written on any subject matter.
He held his wife’s beautiful body
In rapture they danced under the moon
Never had he felt more alive
Sitting alone in his Care Home room
Written: August 02, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods
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In the slipshod cradle beneath the apple tree,
a bruised fruit folds ajar—
molten sweet sapidity pooling
through velvet skin.
Eviscerated grace, they say,
but I grasp the quiddity of life unmasked.
A burnt sienna kiss of aurora—
flesh undulating with fungal bloom,
wispy gossamer threads that stitch
the inevitable return to the earth.
It is not ruined.
It is a transformation:
a diaphanous ballet
between death and what dreams may grow.
We ogle brightness,
but rot is brighter still—iridescent with purpose,
alabaster spores pirouetting as sylphlike specters
on a sacred odyssey to placate
the starving soil.
It is seraphic.
It is a panacea.
It is quintessence made humble.
Rapture lies in this ineffable nexus—
decay whispers loud as a lullaby.
The rakish grubs maunder through
a velvet pyre of rind and memory,
and the loquacious beetle sermonizes
on endings as beginnings,
as though time had a gullet
And rot was its sweetest wine.
Call it grotesque.
Call it abhorrent.
But beauty—true, ineffable beauty—
wears many masks.
And in these nebulous throes of perishing,
I watch a face burnished by truth,
smiling with roots in its eyes.
She pleaded to me with a blushed body,
ready readily for the holiday my maintinance could muster for her pink engine,
the electricity my overtime bedtime love ryhme induces, innerbody outerbody attention,
my woman pled and I fed, her skin smelled like sweet leather, expensive and exotic,
her taste, oh her taste,
a salt infused with inimitable vanilla extract of erotica,
shes my virgin tonight, shes my soul purpose, my handicraft her sole investment,
my rough hands ceaselessly surveying the surface of her vulnerable and vital being,
no flaws are found, because no flaws are sought, no resistense, nothing fought,
upright together, gripping her nape, kissing the pulse on throat,
flaxen hair swiming across my focused face, one arm around lower curve of back,
in unison the slots inbetween my thumb and index sweep upon her breast
cleverly turning & tightning into nipples elevated for enclosing excitment,
eyelashes grazing my cheek and her moist mouth on earlobe
elicit the need for perpendicular laying, for ramming motion ritual,
I unfold her, with fingers lovingly clasped on that nimble neck of hers
as I insert and glide with a job to do, a love to pursue,
the words came latter, instinct inspired now -
J.A.B.
If I am dreaming let me dream forever
never let me wake from this sweet rapture
as I lie within your arms that hold me tender
wrapped in warmth and lost in sweet surrender
locked in eyes that show me what they're feeling
tasting wine laced kisses so appealing
as my melting heart is set on fire
the love I'm feeling fueling my desire
nothing else exists and I'm enraptured
dying a sweet death wherein I'm captured
lost within this land of never, never
if I am dreaming let me dream forever
Muse's tender whispers
Inspiration's caresses,
Poetic rapture!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
27 June 2017
* POTD
I see you in the starlight,
I hear you in the breeze,
your face is with me everywhere,
I fall down on my knees.
I pray with all my heart and soul
that you'll be by my side,
forever 'til the end of time,
as constant as the tide.
Born again Christian, imagine that!? She found Christ at the laundry mat..
He appeared some where between rinse and spin and now he definitely resides with in..
She no longer drinks. She no longer smokes. She doesn't hang out with unsavory folks..
Reading the scripture several times each day, she falls to her knees whenever she prays..
This new found faith she keeps reposed while she sorts thru the whites and her other clothes..
She holds it close, intent to capture and quietly awaits the coming rapture..
Once again the silvery moon has pilfered the golden sun
Total eclipse is upon me, time has elapsed suspending orange
Twilight’s begun on the orb’s descending softer glow
Veiled in twilight…
Placid and limitless, I’ve glimpsed into the frontier in tranquil rapture
Moon aligns sans sun’s bright face
Jolted by twilight…
I coast along a sea of stars juddered wildly
Waves spanning the sky avec abandon
Embraced by star-strewn externals
I leave behind a familiar harbor
Anchored are my temporal remnants down in the terrestrial realm
My spirit soaring, a mirthful lodger I be,
swimming in twilight’s radiance
Its celestial smile shall be the death of me...
embracing star-strewn
crowned external forevers~
we soar the tides dance
I love to season sense engage.
It clears parts mortality dazed.
When young, summer’s tune range
is firmly, soul-deep engraved.
When grown, human ways hush
man's faith with factual mush.
Summer composed odes grant
faith prose that hopes maintain.
The soft song of a summer breeze
lifts aloft a wonderous spree
of smoothed, spliced rapture
too song silky for feel capture.
Summer’s charming, velvet songs
hold notes of mystical essence
assuring we’re a spiritual presence.
Seasonal airs of sensual flairs
are fluid trilled, space tilled, and
sound honed by summer’s hymn.
Feeling air's first tune blend,
early man named it wind.
I see you in the starlight,
I hear you in the breeze,
your face is with me everywhere,
I fall down on my knees
and pray with all my heart and soul
that you'll be by my side
forever till the end of time,
as constant as the tide.