Best Transfixing Poems
Leaves talking, beautiful demise
If a leaf could talk, it would say, please, take your time
life is acted out in stages, every song has it's rhyme
When a leaf dies, its dynamic impressions in its flight
a stunning display of artistry, dazzling to the sight
Green turns to crimson, flaming tangerine and gold
a leaf's transforming demise is a beauty to behold
As sap runs dry, youthful vitality turns evanescent
the beauty of a leaf's demise is resplendent iridescence
A leaf's downfall, granted, is a casualty of the season
it's journey into oblivion, is transfixing beyond reason
When a leaf, takes its leave, exits gracefully the scene
We're left breathless with the vision, an event to be seen
September17,2016
Categories:
transfixing, autumn, beautiful, change, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
Against a night frightened white,
a tall tree stands - skeletal -
transfixing me one winter
on my woodland walk.
Small trees surround the tall one.
They extend icy fingers
as if to help point me out
to the taller tree.
The hairs rise on my arms as
I view the long black limbs of
those old cold men of the woods
reaching out for me.
For the any poem contest #2 Poetry Contest
Categories:
transfixing, me, nature,
Form:
Dodoitsu
In this life there's water everywhere
it draws us under it's evil spell
pulling us down to it's dark chamber
having an power holding to it's cell
This liquid stuff pours all over
makes sure it enters our every space
transfixing it's hold on every corner
really need superhero on our case
There is a creator who made the world
but sin entered to mar this creation
in this full tank of iniquity's cesspool
the need is for a saviour on station
The son of God came to save
to rescue those caught down deep
drawing them up from such waters
taking them to where you don't weep
Heaven is the home of God
there everything's clean and pure
redeemed sinners will all be there
for God's promises are ever sure
(' He reached down from heaven and rescued me. He drew me out of deep waters.'
Psalm 18: 16 )
Categories:
transfixing, christian, deep, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and sensibility, jocularity,
and conformity I dissed deign
(spoiler alert) iamb, trochaic,
dactylic, and anapestic metrical reign
jest your ordinary garden variety
dollar short day late dime a dozen
penniless citizen banker Abel and Cain,
yet mine mean mien blithely, daringly,
fatuously, ludicrously, nauseatingly,
pretentiously playfully urbane
many (if not all readers)
will coon sitter
yours truly harmlessly insane,
whose feeble attempts
to wax and wane
oft times falls flat (splat goes Matt)
as if dropped out plane,
without a parachute
instantly recuperating while lain
supine (winded, but...
none the worse) asthma brain
suffers concussion, confusion, contusion
actually, immediately, and unexpectedly
knocked fluent German speaking ability
within germane guy verständlich?
If ye really comprehend
trademark non Turkish gobbledygook
then explain (using
language of least familiarity),
but best to commence
with eye catching hook
impossible mission
apt lit pupils (mine)
to evade even momentarily
riveting, spellbinding,
and transfixing look
courtesy ingenious way
with word ye snook
cored me and took
wind out my sails.
Nor could I breakaway courtesy automobile,
cuz 2009 Hyundai Sonata
would not start... yea for real,
thus finding me ready to yoke
neck (think gibbet) each heel
dangling as body goes limp
blessedly, finally, happily
ridding me of any/all hangups,
one less goo goo gaga born this way
poker face cards for him to deal.
UNGABLUZUM describes this schlemiel!
Categories:
transfixing, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Strangers undulating with rhythmic ease
Igniting the air with ecstasy
While lights flash in spectacular colour
Hot breath creates an intensity
Of steam rising up through delirious sound;
While damp, red silk caresses my skin
Sweat beading on my baking skin
As I slip through the spaces with practiced ease
I am captured by the rapturous sound
Of collective want and ecstasy
Immersed in a world of fevered intensity
Exchanging black and white for oblivious colour
Feeling the music radiate wild colour
As I slide across his skin
His gaze, unmasking my passion and intensity,
Holds me with confident ease
Contact sparking transfixing ecstasy
Our words are lost in booming sound
The vibrations of his voice, a captivating sound
My eyes temporarily blinded by colour
I am clothed in a shiver of ecstasy
As his breath strokes my skin
Pulled together with incredible ease
By impetuous desire’s intensity
Our breath shallow, we move with intensity
Lost in overwhelming sound
Moving together with unfamiliar ease
Overtaken by scent, sensation and colour
Passion radiates from our skin
Building in agonizing ecstasy
The particles between us electric with ecstasy
The pumping music loses its intensity
As we lose the barriers between our skins
Touching with breathless sound
I feel the rising heat and colour
As our lips come together with ease
Our touching skin deadening all external sound
In the intensity of dark-lit colour
Our passionate ecstasy gives way to comforting ease
Categories:
transfixing, fantasy, music, mystery, passion,
Form:
Sestina
The final Rhapsody for an Infra red head
A sunny rise sparking caprice flames
Avina Delis seduces me with her radiance
Bearing the title of the Scarlet Queen
Deserving of a crimson crown
Lorraine Floyd glowing, her ruby heart is pure sexuality
Cute Sunny swaying under an auburn light, show casing flexibility
Burning brightly like no other, Avina Netu does
Klara undresses from a black velveteen
She's all I ever dreamed and wished
Roza Zadova is supple and lean
From the visions I've witnessed she can please. she can do no wrong
What's it like to please her on your knees
As she exudes unseen waves of attraction
The only one who can make me be silent
Transfixing my mind
Emanating grace from her flowing mane
Heat keeps rising, she's the temptress of my thoughts
Dawning love from her fiery glow
A relentless desire from an enchanting phenomenon
Different aliases, same beautiful woman
Categories:
transfixing, beauty, love, lust, ,
Form:
ABC
Raindrops on the window pane
watching them running down
the wetness looks so cold
but don't let heart to frown
Raindrops on the window pane
they meander in different ways
taking your eyes many a route
looking like a watery maze
Raindrops on the window pane
a picture of life's changing scene
not knowing what day will bring
whatever it all possibly may mean
Raindrops on the window pane
brings memories of my childhood
sitting in my bedroom all alone
as the rain outside effects my mood
Raindrops on the window pane
it's all under God's sovereign control
the one who brings snow wind and rain
keeps His eye ever on my soul
(On rainy days in my childhood sitting in my bedroom watching the rain drops on my window pane brought many a transfixing thought.)
Categories:
transfixing, rain, remember, water,
Form:
Rhyme
A kaleidoscope of colour, dynamic impressions in flight,
A spectacular display of artistry that dazzles the sight.
Green turns to crimson, flaming tangerine, and gold.
A leafs transforming demise, is a beauty to behold.
As sap runs dry, youthful vitality turns evanescent,
The beauty of a leafs demise is resplendent iridescence.
Seasons change as midlife cedes to ever advancing age,
Power sapped by constant transience, yields place to the sage.
A leafs downfall, granted, is a casualty of the season,
It's journey into oblivion, is transfixing beyond reason.
When a leaf, takes it's leave, exits gracefully from the scene,
Transcendent beauty leaves us breathless, an event to be seen.
John Derek Hamilton October 30,2015
Categories:
transfixing, appreciation, autumn, beauty, change,
Form:
Quatrain
Alabaster beauty, cold, delicate elegance, freezing glory, heaping ice jams,
kaleidoscopic luster, Mother Nature's overload, perfectly quiet, reflective snow. transfixing, utterly victorious, winter's xpected yearly zenith.
Categories:
transfixing, nature,
Form:
ABC
First time I saw them all together,
They were waving at me from old glory.
Never saw so many stars before that day either;
There were a lot of nights I saw more yet not as close.
Ripples of freedom met my eyes that sunny afternoon;
That special piece of cloth transfixing a little boy's mind,
Finding later that heroes had kept her flying all along.
Watching now as evil ones try to burn her down.
Problem is they'll have to torch every liberty loving heart,
Now that task will not be a simple one to accomplish.
Ever tried to lock up a spirit and keep it there?
No colors in any rainbow have ever flown brighter.
Even with the many faults that have creased her fabric,
She still soars freer above those who would bring her down.
This flag which once mesmerized that five year old boy,
Wraps around this man now in an embrace that won't let go.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Categories:
transfixing, america, freedom, patriotic,
Form:
Narrative
Highborn, regal Skiddaw
Such grace in one so high,
A countenance of majesty,
A fortress to my eye.
Looking down on all around you
Immense in all your might,
From your foot, we lift our eyes
To wonder at the sight.
Rising like a titan
From the verdant valley floor,
In splendid isolation
Heavenwards, you soar.
A transfixing, noble aspect
Such wonder you exude,
High and mighty Skiddaw,
A king, in solitude.
Entry for
YOUR CHOICE(5),
Any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
10/6/2019. Placed 2nd.
Categories:
transfixing, beauty, mountains,
Form:
Rhyme
I use my imagination with,
Lovely words and rhymes
On paper, to captivate and
Vigorate and stimulate
Every part of my soul!
Telling secrets of my subconscious
Or what's in the midst of my heart
Words give life to the unseen world!
Rhymes allow me to fly with wings
I soar above the hate in a cruel world
Transfixing my being to a state of peace
Eagerly I wait for my muse to take control
Positivity infused with reality create,
Optimistic words, written in darkness
Even when I feel sad and blue
The written word begins to heal me, I
Realized that it was medicine to my soul, I
Yearn and crave poetry every single day
1-20-19
Contest: Word Play
Theme: What Do You Love
Sponsor: Bobby May
Categories:
transfixing, feelings, love, poetry,
Form:
Acrostic
There were his things, not estimating quote
the widow tracking lightly wherewithall,
his seasons, his reports, his favorite joke
and somewhere his adventures fill the wall.
The doors seem shut, but sunlight in between
does catch a space to modify extreme,
how wise the time were then, as wisdom seen
unending, but in gathering still the dream!
Now, only place, but echo's still esteem
a gusty propelling, his voice would ream
exhilaration still encountered, seen
the used momentum rising to extreme!
How quiet home now sits, its thought's redeem
is in the parsonage of caring, life still earned
ne'er scuttled, nor embraced without restraint
as even prayer acquitting would adjourn!
The widow, not by rocking, watching scorn
but the activity of caring, not forlorn
and this as love, no maintenance now worn
can change the loves encounter, nor conform!
How be it our togethers took its tide
in other memories, transfixing, rung
when once we reached unerring, side by side
now memories of the wasted, lie unsung!
Left over, now as aged faith's succumb
enthusiasm shed amidst the young
cannot endure this epilogue of choice
it is by aging, true love finds a voice!
Categories:
transfixing, age, wisdom, woman,
Form:
Monorhyme
yes
i remember how we used to fly
i recall the crisp dreams that gave paper cuts
that were sweet on the skin
the times when we sat for hours at the fire
allowing the mixture of our thoughts to waft through the smoke
the dragon was the morning clouds
with talons that dragged the cirrus into rows
brilliant deep orange
the trials and tribulations
were that of the moment only
as the future was too remote
and the past too irresolute
we could sing like an aria without the slightest of provocation
stepping into realms we knew nothing about
with the zeal of a zealot absorbed by a newly created religion
a fresh fetal beginning with the body of a near adult
the chrysallis shifting bones into new formations
we laughed and laughed
because in all of those transfixing moments
we knew we were right
Categories:
transfixing, food
Form:
Free verse
It was one of those splendid mellow golden days
in early autumn when many trees, though still green,
begin to betray a trace of red or yellow.
In the afternoon I took little Eleanor to the park
just round the corner from where we live.
I came across a man whose hair, greying slightly,
was swept back to hide a bald patch. His cheeks
were hollow and he wore bifocals:
"Der Hund tut nicht beissen!"--he reassured me
when Eleanor ran up to one of his hounds.
Only little children and dogs were worth knowing,
he said, the rest he didn't give a hang for.
Eleanor was accosting all-comers--frosty matrons,
flint-faced marchers who had calculated that
the most direct path between A and B led through the park.
Then she joined in a knock-about game of football
till a young Turkish lad, shrewd in psychology,
gave her a spare ball to play with all on her own.
Her euphoria was ended when, carrying her trophy off
she tumbled down a six-inch hole. By the time
she'd recovered, the ball, ineluctably, was somewhere else.
Unabashed, she toddled to the playground, where
she found some children digging away in a sandpit.
She brought out the mother in a girl of eleven
and bathed in the glow of much adulation,
too young to know divisions of language and custom,
to be aware that the minutes were fast ticking away.
Then I looked at my watch: Well past six, almost dark.
Despite my entreaties, Eleanor remained unpersuaded
that it was really time for us to go.
With what vehemence she kicked and screamed,
how transfixing her glares when I got the pushchair
and strapped her down. She made me feel
what a pig I was all the way home.
NB. Der Hund tut nicht beissen - The dog does not bite
Categories:
transfixing, autumn, child, father daughter,
Form:
Free verse