Best Spellbinding Poems
Black Diamond Night (a coal miner’s cemetery)
Where the ebony, we call “NIGHT”,
Old black rocks sit under the twilight
Diamond shape eyes unclear and lonely,
Sinister through hostile spirits only,
I stumble across these stones without a bone
A solitary confinement alone,
From a barren zone the light transcend
Only in time, our minds will mend
Endless valleys and limitless stones
These bones- these bones they sit alone
The abyss, of rotten cavities with no fill,
A system no power can unwell the drill
The blood that passed over without a spill
Peaks collapse into a spellbinding chill
They are trapped! They are trapped!
Another diamond in the rough
Is what they left
Obsessed with the dead without a death
A death that impatiently awaited their last breath
Gushing, into the gems of dead chemistry,
Diamonds holding its own intensity,
These lonely graves, on top of sycamore hill
Coal mining hearts that will never heal
If only shiny eyes could see?
These lonely bones inside of me!
Moving in every direction possible
Flowing in every direction noticeable
Sockets without eyes.
Stones hiding under the cobalt skies.
The mad sparkles, the madness dies.
Throughout this mess, we held in the blasphemous
Intervening lots of gems so miraculous
Into a stone of self-religion,
A black night filled of legions
Acknowledging the soul's capacity of free
Near the frail bones that sit alone,
Alone they sit in a morbid home.
Through a path unclear and all alone,
Troubled by the visions of my own stone
Where the night takes place in the dark
The ebony rides under the diamond bark
Along with the coal miners who never got to see the;
“Diamonds of another day!”
Categories:
spellbinding, body, death, history, lonely,
Form:
Epic
And so it is, that both the Devil and the angelic Spirit present us with objects of desire to awaken our power of choice. There is an invisible strength within us; when it recognizes two opposing objects of desire, it grows stronger ( Rumi)
She is an angelic Aphrodite,
with thorns and thistles
in her myrtle heart,
disguised as a martyr
veiled in burgundy blues,
a savior in need
of a lion armor.
As the tainted world
lured her to be the
temptress of twilight,
blindfolded by
paper butterfly wings,
handcuffed by
porcelain pearls
and lilac lace;
she finds herself,
searching for blood
diamond truth to
uncloak what grows
beneath the orchid sun.
She never promised
that her peaking rays
of spring would
silence your storms.
For she strolls obliviously,
dressed in onyx winter,
as she tastes of
sinful summer evenings,
wearing a crown of
sublime sunflowers,
too piercingly divine
for unprepared eyes.
She has constantly
been shoved deep
into an estuary of emotions,
where turquoise ripples
fade into blazing blue
wisps of nothingness,
among dimmed stars
in the soul of midnight.
If only she knew,
not every spellbinding
gaze meant "love" woven
in threads of
a thriving future;
there’s always
blistering agony
brewing beneath
constellations of
fluttering gems,
though she questions
the silver light that
radiates from
the moon in her mind.
Categories:
spellbinding, passion,
Form:
Free verse
sleep feels like an abandoned lover;
heart weeps like a wilted flower..
wings of the sun, soaked with sapphire dust,
rise and sparkle; like sea salt in the air,
twilight cascades upon my skin~
wearing your perfumed memories,
I long to see your silken silhouette,
swirling behind the thick veil of shimmering silence,
but I do not know the lyrics,
to sing these thoughts in spellbinding melodies,
so like always, I sit and scribble,
your name in rosy refrains and messy metaphors,
too vague for those almond eyes..
perhaps, citrine stars would transcribe these emotions,
for I’ve long been writing in seclusion,
of the lotus moon in your midnight skies,
of the constellations of butterflies…
Yet, I am the unvoiced verse,
nestled within the waltzing lines
of timeless nostalgia~woven from flawless feathers…
Categories:
spellbinding, deep,
Form:
Free verse
Sun golden shining warm upon the back speaks
wind cutting cold chills freezing thoughts held
captivating love standing a vigil faraway dream
Touching warm fingers of light in a deep blue painted sky
bewitching clouds gunbarrel grey shooting magic wishes
silver shading arrow points out into the softest peach charms spells
Everything spellbinding shines amazing beautiful enchanting
snow covered mountains cold winds howling and whistling tunes
bells in the distance calls you're the rock one clings to on Trawbrega's shores
Drawing behind the eyes wind bellowing whispers a blessing tides turn waves
inside joy burns one candle warmly flickering happiness butterflies dance
blue blazes to see the soul of a deeply treasured jewel forever sings
unrhymed tercet
Categories:
spellbinding, angel, beautiful, beauty, butterfly,
Form:
Terza Rima
O,
how I swoon
in the ruby bliss of your sunset kiss -
your vibrant rays of maturity arouses my fire;
touching me with urgent rapture,
saturating me
in sparkles of champagne light - then,
streaming through me in bold shafts of gold.
We embrace
in the broadening bloom of lantana skies -
our burning blend;
your western blaze
my prismatic panes
telling stories of love and pain,
bestowing rainbow-shadows
into depths of dark serenity -
our fervor cast like water-colored sprites
in far-flung illuminations
across dusky medieval arches
enlightening dim granite walls
gracing graceful curves and conscientious columns
in jewel-shades
waltzing with your solar pulse.
Our vivacious union
reflects our Renaissance romance
in mirrored mirages
dyeing the staid floor in painted riches
- that richly rejoice -
in plashes of splashy orgies
of light and silhouette -
the appetite of holy ambiance whet
by warm and cool tones
pregnant with passions of the heart
and imbued with torments and ecstasies
of the soul -
cleaving humanity and divinity
in flaring flair; emerald, sapphire, citrine and garnet,
amid our spellbinding moments
of tantric twilight magic.
Our synergy electrifies
the night-falling quietude of this sacred space
before our enchanted euphoria
begins to wane..
and as your dying flame
gives way to the rise of the shy crescent moon
I lose my orgasmic zest
to the evening’s ebony hue.
Categories:
spellbinding, appreciation, art, beauty, color,
Form:
Free verse
Gentle, the soul of one
not fearful
connection, with beast and the mild
to tame, it has been done
yes, mindful
of its hunger, call of the wild
Tender, heart of the free
still amazed
at respect given, by large beast
tame, the roar instantly
well behaved
not at all frightened, in the least
Patient, one in control
spellbinding
this companionship of the King
tame, a beautiful soul
so caring
calms the sea, one that is willing
~ Lingering thoughts ~
What can be tamed, Shall be
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Form of Poetry (Tri-fall)
Categories:
spellbinding, appreciation, courage, love, strength,
Form:
Rhyme
Will Thee walk with me tonight ?
Amongst the spirits of Twilight
Gothic verse we wilt recite
I wilt gage not to bite
Wilt thee with me slowly dance ?
As we descend into lover’s trance
With thy charm thee doth enchant
Speak thy wishes
For thee I’ll grant
Both frozen in the midst of time
Our soulless bodies wilt entwine
Flush lips of blood sip scarlet wine
On those lips I yearn to dine
Permit my domination, let reality depart
Allow me to enter thy beauteous blackened heart
I implore thee anon, mine beauty of dusk
Within is a hunger, replete with lust
Cometh let us now abscond
Dip our toes in reaper’s pond
Milk the moon so we may swim
Filling it’s juices to the brim
Bathe with me in lacteous splendour
Mine hands around thy waist so slender
Our bodies melt to form a bond
And as we fuse I doth respond
So bid me now to take thy hand
And lead thee to a world so grand
We will liveth still into this night
Eternally dancing beneath spellbinding moonlight
Categories:
spellbinding, black love, dance, dark,
Form:
Rhyme
YOU ...
are a mystery, a spellbinding novel
each new chapter more enigmatic than the last
I read you with my fingertips
pausing to regard the inches, to savor each
like a meaty word that I turn over in my thoughts
in careful consideration ... of its flavor
with the gentle brush of my palm
one precious span of your opaline flesh is added unto the next
inch linked to dynamic inch ...
like the flowing, voltaic sentences of a master wordsmith
the journey of each phrase of your contours
bespeaks to my core a torrid tale of longing, pure ...
a hunger to delve ever further into the sultry, shapely, sinewy saga
that your alluring body whispers to me -
whispers and sighs, with its subtle, spicy shivers
to realize the destination of this epic journey
to unravel the mysterious and beguiling narrative
that your anatomy conveys to my core
the sublime, licentious and seductive story that is ...
YOU.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Mid November 2018 Any Form Or None" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Mid December Premiere" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
Categories:
spellbinding, appreciation, metaphor, passion, romantic,
Form:
Free verse
Transform me...
weave me slowly
into the silky essence
of ecstasy ~
spellbinding are your stirring threads
of silver and gold -
rich is your tapestry of tender tendrils --
and sacred is the union
of our
tantra breaths
Susan Ashley
July 6, 2018
*Tantra; Sanskrit: literally “loom, weave, system” - Wikipedia.
Tantra represents weaving strands into a unified whole; leaving this piece open to different interpretations of awareness, romance or spirituality based on your perspective*
~ First Place ~
Premiere Contest: July 2018
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Categories:
spellbinding, inspirational love, love, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
Gazing lovingly upon her velvets
Beautiful heart shaped glass
Searching about the vanity's
Disclosing drawer and a brush
Gliding it sensually through
Her cascadings golden hair
Mesmerized as joy fills my eyes
Once more; such beauty her light
Giggling while turning knowingly
Amid her silkened bareness
Cherries set in firm atop, soft
Voluptuous vanilla breast
Swaying gently fragrants perfect
Hourglass afore that my heart
Timeless this love's windless
Chills caressing my spirit
Left drifting inside these her
Spellbinding, oceans painted eyes.
Categories:
spellbinding, beautiful, girl, love,
Form:
Free verse
Summer, Montana - I was twenty-one
Cloaked in gray thoughts, far vision concealed
Until I walked beneath your healing sun
Your magical, lush mountains revealed
In trees, symphonies of birdsong merry
Your trails of daisies led me to streams
Sprinkled with sweet pops of huckleberry
Your lodges - open, soaring antique beams
There, he found me - in silence, music heard
Held me close in his arms in moonlit dance
I loved that he loved my wellspring of words
Then, September - and he- gone in a glance
It is his unicorn charm I still feel
Alluring, spellbinding - but it's not real.
5/8/18
Categories:
spellbinding, magic, mountains, nature, remember,
Form:
Sonnet
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Gazing upon her heart shaped glass...
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While searching through the vanities disclosing drawer to find
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A brush to run through the cascading of her golden hair
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Mesmerized as joy fills my eyes once more; such beauty ~
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Giggling, as she turns knowingly amid her lovely bareness...
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Cherries set in firm atop her voluptuous vanilla breast
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Gently swaying this hourglass afore my heart; so timeless these
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Loves windless chills caressing my spirit left, drifting inside ~
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Her spellbinding, oceans painted eyes...
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...“Magical Moments”
Categories:
spellbinding, life, love, passion
Form:
Free verse
What if I told you Deep in the abyss
Was a watery haven where mermaids exist
Guarding treasures of pirates consumed by the sea
Residing in shipwrecks among the debris
Maybe you have heard their harmonic chorale
Through ocean’s Secret aquatic canals
A Spellbinding symphony
A treat for the ears
But be well prepared
it will move you to tears
So next time you’re feeling the call of sea
Just know that the sirens are singing for thee
Categories:
spellbinding, music, ocean, sea, water,
Form:
Rhyme
Lingering waves surge into the shore.
Ominous glory, it rages for a score.
Vivacious peaks beautify its core.
Each one different, then the one before,
Once you have seen the power it holds.
From then on, the greatness unfolds.
Terrifyingly beauty raptures your mind.
Hearing its sounds enthralls us to find.
Earnest thoughts we once left behind.
Oceans beauty is spellbinding at dusk.
Creating fresh aroma, sometimes musk,
Every day delivering, treasures of mollusk.
After a day at the ocean, you may enjoy cusk.
Not one person denies the beauty so brusk.
Categories:
spellbinding, nature, places, seabeauty, beauty,
Form:
Acrostic
Satin Doll Diva
Born to achieve - AH!
A Leo, a fierce Lioness,
A tiny, tempting treat
Spellbinding ... Unique,
A magical spirit, a sweet Poetess,
Love writing poetry
Give me my symmatry,
Verses and phrases design,
THAT Satin Doll Diva
Intending to weave - AH!
Poems and friendships all mine.
Categories:
spellbinding, uplifting
Form:
Bio