Best Tauntingly Poems
Meet the mother - old Miss Jenny
She gave birth to chicks aplenty
(Never dreamed she’d have so many)
But sly Wiley, a hungry fox
Was more threatening than the cocks
Tummy growling, he picked the pen’s locks
As her chicks began to shriek
Jenny pecked Wiley with her beak
And he was dancing chick to cheek
“Aaach!” Wiley cried out loud
As into his fur Jenny plowed
A fox in the hen house -- not allowed
The chicks were saved
They tauntingly waved
Fur a-flying, Wiley got shaved
From the pen fur-free Wiley broke loose
Because Jenny’d cooked his goose
And it was too late to call a truce
*A children’s poem for Gwen’s “Dr. Seuss Is on the Loose” contest.
Categories:
tauntingly, children,
Form:
Rhyme
Mischievous Moon
The moon was in a mischievous mood
This morning before the twilight
Peeking through clouds it had tried to elude
In order to flaunt its golden light.
Full and round it followed me
Up and down the valley hills
Emerging from shadows tauntingly
Knowing how its beauty thrills.
Nestling in a poinciana tree
It appeared to do a dance
Among twisted limbs that seemed to be
Arms of the goddess known to entrance.
And did I detect a soft giggling sound
That came floating to my ear?
Such strange things are said to abound
When the full moon is near.
When time came for my walk to end
I was reluctant to depart
The company of my endearing friend
Who'd graced my day with a delightful start.
Molly Moore
Categories:
tauntingly, moon, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
Reverberations
Moist, heavy air settled upon my skin
tauntingly teasing undulating hair.
Reaching out I clutch at the mocking wind
as its fading coolness flees into cloud
my tongue tasting the torment of the air
inhaling brimstone scented vibration
roiling within a billowing terror
striking in a blinding flash of fury
trembling as reverberations thunder
through the cornerstones of my DNA
heart racing to escape a dormant fear
the percussive aftermath of lightning’s arc.
Stillness becalmed on hope’s sporadic breath
exhaled within the darkness of a cloud.
©2/14/2018
submitted to – Describe a thunder storm without the sense of sound – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Brenda Chiri
Categories:
tauntingly, silence, storm,
Form:
Blank verse
Your hair hints of lavender and lilac:
seductive scents, designed to arouse me.
Like a tease, you tauntingly hold me back;
pinning me down in a playful attack,
laughingly refusing to set me free.
A Goddess of captivating splendor:
your haunting eyes peer deep into my soul.
And enjoying your dominatrix role;
I lie back, giving you complete control,
submitting my will to sweet surrender.
Categories:
tauntingly, desire, feelings, games, how
Form:
Rhyme
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Kitty, kitty in my chair,
Sitting there so debonair.
Black cat with shiny eyes,
To cross your path could be unwise.
Playful feline pounces fast,
Jump on people walking past.
Tabby teases a little mouse,
Tauntingly throughout the house.
Oh! Of cats what can I say?
They prowl at night and sleep all day.
~Virginia Mitchell
Contest; Cat Poems ~~
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Categories:
tauntingly, animals, funny, petscat,
Form:
Couplet
Come the dark, come sleep:
music box tunes commence as commanded
by Father Time to prance tauntingly in years gone by
and the daunting hours inevitably to come.
Melodies visit long buried memories of faded visions;
adoring their distorted collection
in the horror house of a once brilliant mind.
“Hush now”, they say.
“You know there is no other way”.
The maniacal visage of unspoken abominations again
burrows into a skull weary of nocturnal screeches:
A mother rips sight from her toddler as punishment for innocent trust.
A stranger’s mutilation for the torture of a bound, evolving evil.
Children’s demise by poisoned whip wielded by a shadow bearing Cheshire grin.
The screams of a woman, naked and lost, caught in thorns to tear flesh from bone…
17 000 nightmares born into an infant, now grown.
Come the dawn, come the wake:
… ”No! It’s daylight, they cannot be here!
Don’t take sanity, fragile and stressed!”
No answers, no mercy
as reality gets bombarded,
and friends’ faces once a comfort
rearrange into monstrous mirages.
Cackle laughter I hear nearby
and realize it’s escaped my own throat.
I plead to the breeze that I may still be asleep…
Its only reply a familiar, mocking rhyme:
“Tik-tok, tik-tok.
Time’s up on your clock.
Can't you hear the drum?
Don’t run, only succumb.”
Despairing what is to come
Despite warnings from my conscious mind I look at my wrist.
Hair raises, desperate words unspoken.
The watch I've held all my life is broken.
03 October 2016
Scare Me Good Poetry Contest
Categories:
tauntingly, dream, horror, memory, mental
Form:
Narrative
There are days like these when life patently doesn't come easy
like peas and carrots, tea and biscuits, moonshine & sun's resign,
more so resembling ill-assorted poked chocolates' wrongdoing of
dissemblance discombobulating conceivability mid hokey designed
disorderliness, inasmuch mute poetry impatiently awaiting lavishly
gifted muse's breathlessness to transform convoluted unreasonable
fractals pon escaped tauntingly mundane madness, twixt brass-tacks
wracks daunting tribulations throughout intervals of immoderately
spun matter-of-taxing challenges and perplexing puzzle pieces,
sans instructions far-side nonexistent proportions affixed with sticky
hot glue gun drivel or coffee pathetically absent jolting caffeine...
Categories:
tauntingly, confusion, crazy, humor, hyperbole,
Form:
Alliteration
Your kiss is so hot
Instantly scorching my lips
And tauntingly fiery
Dawn Kilby
Copyright ©2008 Dawn Kilby
Categories:
tauntingly, love, passion
Form:
Haiku
Yepper-doddle, today I’ll use my own noddle.
My prized antique frame sustained a despised bust.
Wanting to show my man the tough dough in my crust,
I found strong glue and told that goo I was nonplussed.
Next, I grabbed frame, soda and sat on my sofa.
Three tries – no prize, so with both eyes quite wide,
I called the glue a boob lube, dumb as a square loop,
and threatened to incise its worthless insides.
I rose, fetched pose and a calming balm libation,
then returned to pestering with less sweltering.
Glue applied, both sides, I made my hands a vice
and, well fries n’ flies, I squeezed degrees of might.
Bullet sweat, my muscles clinched like a barrette,
I pressed longer than tourists eating pullets.
Then when gingerly, tenderly letting go –
glue thoroughly, tauntingly offended me -
son of a bee, ugly as his glue-mom-harlot,
refused to seam my antique frame back to its gleam.
Past bummed, I stood to sweetly summon my husband,
but my feet stuck to carpet, mucked as a tar pit.
CayCay Jennings
October 16, 2018
Categories:
tauntingly, husband, silly, wife,
Form:
Rhyme
I am a mongrel.
Roaming the countryside.
Feeding on fast food trash thrown from a car window and various types of carrion that has not been stripped clean by the vultures of animal society.
Shaggy and unkempt. Just hoping that someone could see the beauty in me enough to raise me up to the level of respect that I deserve.
Cold and lonely in the Winter.
Thirsty and panting in the heat.
I pass by the dogs that bark at me tauntingly from their fenced in yards.
Calling me worthless.
I hang my head and wander on.
The new sun is not a new day.
It's the same day to me.
Another day starving and lonely.
Another day closer to death.
Isn't there someone out there that needs the love I have to give?
Someone who can love and care for me?
I guess I'll just have to wander on. Looking to the sky for hope somewhere in the stars and pushing on with my tired feet.
Wishing and hoping on... "Maybe Some Day".
Rockman :-)
Categories:
tauntingly, desire, symbolism,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
A clatter in the backyard
quickly got my attention.
Curious to see what was happening
I rushed to look out my patio door
and saw a scurry of noisy squirrels.
I'd hung a new bird feeder,
tauntingly, just out of reach,
and they were not having any of it.
Amused by their hijinks shenanigans,
I sat in a chair and began to watch.
Failing to find any hold,
they began to use their wits.
I noted their problem-solving antics;
as they improvised alternative ways
to, ultimately, gain their just reward.
One kept leaping off the roof;
yet it would always fall short.
But that didn't stop the others from jumping,
and soon enough, one tried it from a tree,
landing smack on the feeder with a thump.
And they both came crashing down;
for squirrels, don't mess around.
Categories:
tauntingly, animal, funny, how i
Form:
Verse
"I want my mom back!" She screamed.
It tore my heart out, gnawed on it, tauntingly.
Began to tear it apart at the seams.
Stitch by Stitch.
But I felt my heart burst within,
it's chewing gnaw, when I heard the lie,
"I'll stop drinking, you win."
Categories:
tauntingly, abuse, addiction, drink, mother,
Form:
Blank verse
Vowels stir in the back of your mind,
yet consonants lack a foundation.
And the page taunts, with its virgin white,
while doldrums morph into frustration.
Ideas trip over each other,
unable to realign anew.
And sparks of inspiration get doused
by sweat, trying to salvage a few.
Your pen is poised just above the page;
wit dangling tauntingly from its tip.
And as blood and ink drip and mingle,
you realize you've bitten your lip.
It feels like your muse abandoned you,
as thoughts vanish like wisps of vapor.
For all that you can do is sit there;
and stare at that unblemished paper.
Categories:
tauntingly, feelings, how i feel,
Form:
Quatrain
She was dancing alone in the moonlight
with a pair of arms wrapped around her tight
she was dancing alone, with nothing in sight
as the pair of arms twirled her tauntingly into the night
her heart pounded while she held the arms in her own
breathing heavily as she danced away, far from home
she was dancing alone in the moon light
with a pair of arms around her neck, holding her tight
she moved slowlier than before
gripping the arms around her neck so sore
slowly swaying reluctantly, she could move no more
she was standing alone in scarce twilight
with the arms still wrapped around her tight.
she was standing beneath a cloudless sky
being drenched in torrent rain
her pulse beating fast in her veins
as she laid her head down in excuciating pain
she was lying alone in the sun light
with a pair of arms holding her tight
her neck was swollen and bruised
she was lying alone, with nothing in sight
just the rope she had used.
Categories:
tauntingly, death, depression, imagination
Form:
As I lay in meadows green outstreched on the grass
Ignorance comes blinding as the fleeting day goes past. Blissfull blindness leaves ignorance to the fading light.
Approach the dark let all of day demise into the night.
Shivers tingle through the spine and leaves the body cold. Memories come flooding of the tales that mom once told. Uttering her cautioned warnings of terror and fright.
Reasons why the human race cannot enter the night.
Creatures cloaked in darkness through the secrets they keep. The crime as helpless victims laugh to death in their sleep.
Ruthlessly playing. You are the toy.
Create illusions of hapiness to feed off your joy.
But their time had come arising for me it was to late.
Dear God dont leave me broken to a trembling mournful fate.
Im crying out in loudened silence someone hear my cries.
Thoughts erupting all in voilence harbouring their lies.
For sins I birthed and raised all I ask is more exemption.
One last shot to make it right. One chance at redemption.
Creatures stare right through the soul with x-ray visioned eyes.
Yearning for the monsters that abide in me to rise.
Voices whisper tauntingly to reach for what they long.
Fear engulfing melody, darkness ridden song. The silence becomes deafening. Themselves the voices raise.
Lead me down a dusty road unto an early grave.
Let mountains split beckoning the birth of the sunrise.
Let darkness shatter its radiance consuming all the skies.
Lift the veil called blindness as the noisy silence breaks.
Grant me passage, bring me life, forgive all my mistakes
Categories:
tauntingly, christian, cry, death, evil,
Form: