Best Trance Poems
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
As a child I loved to dream,
making my days and nights grand.
Reading made my dreams come true,
far off places I wanted to see.
As the many years went by,
some dreams came true,
others lay dying.
What I learned through the years,
as an entity in the dream we conjured-
we know not we are-
both the dreamer and dreamed.
How then may we wake up,
when we are in trance,
in bondage to illusions-
we ourselves streamed.
In this trance or bondage,
we may want to awaken-
but must we?
Maybe as the dreamer,
we need to be left alone to dream.
Something so profound,
Something you won't expect,
When she takes you be the hand,
Your heart she will infect,
Take me to the funeral,
I'll watch my heart buried alive,
I'll take my medicine,
Perhaps I can contrive,
She'll twist you to the floor,
Drag you to the bed,
Oh my god,
I have no remedy for the dread,
We see the stones falling,
They're falling from the skies,
Like rain from the storm,
It hits the ground and dries,
She's got eyes that stare right through,
The heart and through the mind,
The stones turn to fire,
As your eyes dry out and you become blind,
Sending shivers right down your spine,
Meet me at the roadside,
Pay the ransom or not,
I'll be waiting outside.
So tell me how well can you swim,
With ropes wrapped around your limbs.
This heavy feeling
A baggage of distance and time
The dullness
Brighten me up by your smell and touch
I miss you.
Wait for me
Don’t shiver when I’m away
Talk to me
Then we’ll be silent when the light’s off.
I miss it.
Our memoirs
It’s hidden under my ribs, where our seed is made of.
To our future
We will live it until the world is old, or until
Missing you ceases to unfold.
-To TRK
The forest is where trees nestle
and mushrooms sigh,
spinning electric dreams
from harlequin vines and multicolored roses…
Tonight, ink flows in a hypnotic trance,
my thoughts swirl through the
holographic ethereality,
like a pixie fairy ~ moon-walking,
above the psychedelic wilderness,
engrossed in kaleidoscopic dews,
chasing origami butterflies,
tied to the phoenix crescent,
where I see your midnight eyes
blinking like fervent fireflies,
as the air serenades an enticing anthem,
luring me to a sky sequined with
swirling amulets,
emanating secrets like rainbow raindrops
upon spring-soaked meadows
of neon sprinkles.
I ponder, will you find me
amidst the lilac haze
to paint my skin
with a fluorescent fragrance~
and scribble initials in aurora acrylic,
as this heart keeps pacing,
awaiting a tulip sunrise
while galaxies outline
the saffron rings with unicorn dust,
touching intricate layers of silence
adorned with wishful wisterias?
Perhaps this is what Alice
chased through the rabbit hole,
a violet vortex of undying love,
that lingers in lucid shades
of mosaic melodies,
for in the midst of spiraling vibrance,
my soul remains entwined with the
flickering flames
of your lunar silhouette,
as colors of constellations
choreograph this theatrical romance…
So let me close the windows
of my consciousness
like a sojourner sailing
through seas of musical serenity,
forever forgotten~
tripping in the aesthetic warmth
of your pulsating arms.
He sat in his recliner in the balcony,
the evening soft breeze so cool, tender
with his eyes closed as if in a trance;
The light breeze swept along his wrinkled skin
caressing everything it touched on its way
at the tiny square balcony garden -
the blooms, leaves, herbs
and his soul soaked in its soothing touch!
His drowsy eyes still closed
he sat in reminiscence of the past
of all that had happened to him:
Now in his mid sixties - creased, faded skin,
withering tree - leaves drying and falling;
His once flexible brain losing elasticity
as is his skin - little by little,
with no one at his side
to talk to or care for him.
All Alone!
He heard the evening chorus of pigeons,
and opened his eyes to see
them flocking across the sky,
as they swooped and soared in
various shapes against the orange sky.
His eyes brightened at this sight!
Again, memories of so many incidents
recent and past - flashed before his eyes:
the loss of his better half to an accident,
the abuse, the neglect by his sons,
those disturbing exchange of words
that only made matters worse,
the endless wait for his sons
to return proved futile.
Ducklings that he devotedly cared
Flew swiftly away from his homestead.
Leaving him
All Alone!
He heard the tinkle of the windchimes,
as it swayed in the gentle breeze.
His mind dissolved in its mellifluous melody!
He has fallen down for the umpteenth time.
He has no vigour left
or desire to get up and move;
He is gradually mastering the art:
Of being dissolved
In the fragility of life
Like a scattered dust...
To be gently carried away by the breeze!
Embracing that precious moment!
All Alone!
Date: 11/03/2020
Submitted for Ambedo Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Second Place
A melancholic trance,
For the sick lovers' dance,
As they laugh at the pain and the madness array,
Alive through the fire and the ice deep inside them,
A waltz like no other, sombre tone spits like colour,
Giddy from the bliss, their anguish is amiss as they
Parade in the moonlight and wind,
The night comes to nigh,
As the lovers say goodbye,
'Til the red moon rises once more
Watching the clouds at dusk
and the deer in flight. . .
I wait for these beauties to cross.
The hue of the sky
morphs from ebony ~ scores navy blue;
headrests of angels tucked away.
Camry headlights illuminate
the warm-green of oak and moss;
unsettled as the shadows shift.
The floodlights hover
over the blue mountain poly-tarp
with potential nightlife.
Exciting the thrill
of heightened landscape — friends
of the sun, strangers at midnight.
Diversely the ho hum
of security, under the lamplight. . .
in front of the smart t.v.
nevertheless
August trance of romance
the images framed —
God of fame, gifted them.
8/7/2019
from between eyebrows, straight up to the crown
each point along the grid is our third eye
depending on realms where we wish to drown
we may choose to witness lie after lie
to indulge in awhile before we die
each reality is another dream
know oh hermit, things are not what they seem
It started with the castanets, the fiddler chiming in
He had the sweetest melody, the fiddle by his chin
Suddenly, her face appeared, through mist, between the trees
The crowd stood silently because, the dancer came to please
Her long, dark hair was wild and free, her eyes were dark as night
Her body was a sight to see, so tanned and svelte and light
She leaped around the roaring fire, her graceful movements slow
The firelight inside her eyes, announced another show
The yellow flames licked at her feet, she teased them with her dance
And with the shimmer of her veils, they all fell in a trance
The people swayed from side to side, hypnotically, they fell
A hazy look was in their eyes, caught in the dancer’s spell
They swooned together with the beat, their motion was as one
And they would only be released, the time the dance was done
Soon the fiddler slowed his beat, the dancer’s steps complied
Each movement taken gingerly, she let the fiddle guide
And then she pranced into the woods, the music led the way
Until the time she would return, to dance another day
Pulsating rhythm
Fiery beating of drums
Repetitive enchantment
a seducing deep aum
An ancient language
for those who can hear
disestablishing illusion
relinquishing fear
Perception transmutes
in timeless trance
each soul now-imprisoned
within the freedom of dance
And all my days are trances
And all my nightly dreams
Are where the grey eyes glances
and where the footstep gleams In the ethereal dances
But what eternal streams
Edgar Allen Poe
To One in Paradise
Re-write
As I danced in a sleep like trance
A dreamly night
I had in my sight
Where all the glances was upon me
My footsteps floated around the floor like a cloud
I looked around and I was proud
Not only with external beams but inward dreams
Gazing at the sun
in the very core,
I feel my body
release my soul.
Staring at the rays
and tongues of flame,
my eyes are soothed
with my exhales.
The whisper of the breeze
and the bamboo flute:
with the song of chimes,
ignites my mood.
Suddenly aware
of the voice of my heart,
like a long lost friend,
it starts a chat.
A touch of jasmine
in the scent of grass
has slowly seeped
his fading musk.
The wind unleashed
my burning tears,
washing away
his memories.
It was almost like a summer ritual
To prance along the brightened shores of grain,
When balmy trees wafted as usual
Aunt Em’s hut glazed nearby lakeside's terrain.
Waxed seashells rose like buffed pods on the ground,
Dotted and curved, echoing of hummed waves played
As we gathered them on coast walks, spellbound
The array of tinseled humps were engraved
And strung together into bright marble charms.
While Aunt and I giggled, skirts fluttered on air
Knitting loops as bracelets on tanned forearms,
An enchantment draped by August’s fanfare.
…I revel now at the trance of seashells’ gifts
my childhood heart nestling magic that uplifts!
Story Poem Contest, Carol Eastman
Written by: nette onclaud
I saw her once
At a glance and
In trance I stood.
My heart was light
Walked with light step
But light waned out.
Heard her foot near
Was all ears but
Oh, fear crept in.
Looked at her face
Could not place her
Chased to see her.
Then she was nigh
Heard her sigh still
Felt pry on me.
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Date 23-11-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form Than bauk
Sixth Place Win
Contest: Any Poem Goes # 15 by Linda