Best Woos Poems
Real as a ruby dawn twinkling on morning dew
Tiptoeing in splendorous view, enticing anew
Golden smile of sun sparkling on skyline blue,
An imprint of my love, so beauteous and true
This moment that woos, this moment’s all you.
Let me save it from vagrant vagaries of mind,
Protect it from withering in seasons unkind,
Treasuring benevolence its eloquence defined
This moment of mine at the peak of its prime
Let me grab it before it takes the shape of time.
When its journey on wings of love had just begun
Oh! how seductively its tender passions spun
Clues of romance from rhythms of your heart
Rejoicing musings our indulgent souls impart
Imploring fondly to never let this moment depart.
Dwell not in the yesteryears that passed us by,
Let the halo of its aura revive gleam in your eyes
Enticing you to be mine, this moment is sublime,
Oh, how in its realm, dreams and reality rhyme!
Let me grab it before it takes the shape of time.
Written: June 15, 2021
Submitted on December 14, 2022 to:
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 23 Poetry Contest
Poem of the day on June 16,2021
Placed 1st: All yours (June 17) by Brian Strand
What causes me to love a poem
Is one that lingers in my mind,
A poem of a kindred spirit kind,
The kind that makes me feel at home.
A solemn poem that makes me cry,
Or one with clever wit and flair,
Or one with sentiment to share,
A poem that causes an awestruck sigh.
The best would sparkle with romance
The kind that Chris Green writes to prove
Superlative his words of love,
Melodic rhyme that woos one to dance
Under a starlet diamond sky
As poetry whispers in the wind
A sonnet forms in mind to send
Along with dreams to wayward fly.
12-12-19
~Third Place~
Contest Name FAVE |
Sponsor Line Gauthier
While it feels in the noontide, just steps through the trees,
As the sky bleeds to twilight – the sweetest disease.
On a walk through the maples, an itch of romance,
As a warm breeze courts Eros at gloaming's advance.
Just a glance woos the shivers, through come hither eyes,
Nervous hands - now perspiring, by moonlight’s devise.
Down a path softly swaying, then slowly a waltz,
Till a feverish tango as all reason halts.
Soon the knees start to wobble and vision subsides,
As the world falls from focus in dizzying strides.
There’s no end to the sickness on warm summer strolls,
Should the moon cast its toxin on amorous souls.
**12/14/2017**
Oh moon, with your many moods,
your beauty woos me, as you
wax and wane majestic.
Your mesmerizing call awakens
my heart, as you carry me away
like the tides that ebb and flow
along your shimmery pathways.
Where you go, I will follow,
guided by a spirit of wanderlust
to distant lands and seas,
navigating by the stars alone.
For I am captivated by your beauty
as I hear your siren song calling
an enchanting, haunting melody
too powerful to resist.
My heart is moonstruck
away I go, adrift and wandering
until I meet you face to face
forever I will roam.
Written on 5/3/2015
A winter wish is like a kiss upon a virgin cheek
it softly woos with words like jewels that brightly shine and speak
and all around its song resounds in notes of pure delight
its message rings and slowly brings a weary heart to flight.
What are these words, such blessed words, that underscore the season?
From long lost times, an ancient sign, that went beyond all reason?
A Light came down, bowed to the ground, a quiet hush, a swoon
as lowly shepherds heard the news, angels sang their sacred tunes.
A Child was born, of humble means, into a lowly manger
was sent forth from the heart of God, to save mankind from danger.
Oh, Savior mine, for all humankind, Christ freed us from our sins
the truest Love, given from above, new life is found in Him.
And so, my friend, my winter wish is truly, simply this
that you would know the love of God and live in everlasting bliss.
Written on 12/11/2021
My lady of the morning -
sings a melody of dawn.
She came without a warning,
now the chill of night is gone.
Her smile can slay the darkness
and her music woos the sun...
And he will rise to bring the day
to burn away the clouds
that turn my eyes away
from the sun.
I close my eyes, she sings
and melts the nighttime snows
that chilled my heart; she brings
the dawn.
My lady of the springtime -
all the flowers know her name.
Songbirds and the waterfalls
with glorious sounds proclaim
that winter lost the battle,
this old heart is not the same...
And she will rise to bring the day,
to burn away the clouds
that turn my eyes away
from the sun.
I close my eyes, she sings
and melts the deadly snows
that chilled my heart; she brings
the dawn.
My lady of the evening -
cheek to cheek our dance is slow.
The stars have lost their brilliance
and the moon, her radiant glow.
One light alone can warm the night,
the love we two may know...
And we will rise to bring the day,
to burn away the clouds
that turn my eyes away
from the sun.
I close my eyes, she sings
and melts the deadly snows
that chilled my heart; she brings
the dawn.
My lady of the morning...
Poetry won't hold her tongue
When desperate times
The little men they breed
Would counsel silence.
She bursts instead Athenalike
From out the wearied brain
Or grows painfully from every vein
Like ivy's tiny tendrils
Pulling monuments to ground
Inch by inch
To let in the light and rain
From which newer monuments may grow.
She cares not at all
For their inconvenience.
She shows herself so many ways:
As the boldly topless Priestess,
Snakes coiled about her outstretched arms
As the nun in golden sunlight
Falling through cathedral stone
This lady is a child
All innocence of face,
Ageless eyes
She knows all that remains of purity,
Every excess she calls her own.
She woos the soul with its own music;
Her skin of sunsets draws her devotees
Towards her embrace
Her sweetcool breath like snowind calling
She comes again unbidden
Whispering sweet nothings,
Bearing words to work
Creation Destruction Change
Upon her restless,
Gifted
Tongue.
A lie
A soul
Hurts
Another scream
A fight
Head feels like explosion
He goes Boom!
She shakes
Head pounding
Wraps arms around waist
Quietly watching
As he explodes
She stands
She wont cry
She won't hide
She won't be scared
She'll make her Daddy proud
Even as he screams out loud
She wont show fear
Daddy taught her straight
She wont be a woos as long,
As she wears his name
No tears
No Fear
No pain
Not in this game
See that familiar form:
Happy joy strikes a norm,
Warm refuge from life's storms.
Sense a fond smile now squeeze:
Heart flutters in the breeze,
Kind comfort in harsh sneeze.
Delight frames a fond face:
Beauty in warm embrace,
Warm eyes that hurl kind grace.
Sure poise of charming voice:
Calm touch that cancels noise,
Silent resolve floods choice.
Bright sparkling eyes tell all:
Heed the lovely sans gall,
Wise beyond life's stern call.
You wear a certain glow:
Your heart speaks truth you show,
A touch that helps us know.
You mother well our days:
Touch of purpose that stays,
The path upon the way.
What is man without you?
You bring meaning that woos,
Love lives in all you do.
Leon Enriquez
07 March 2016
Singapore
The Highlands, our Kingdom, our many Lochs and Glens
Our beauty woos fair maidens to be at the side of Highland men
Their futures to be part of our history, Queens to our many Clans
As we stand and salute the Saltire, by the side of their Highlander man
Such a Princess exists, in a far away land from the Scot's
To our shores we'll grace her beauty, once seen, forget me not
Onclaud, by the name Nette, shall stand by her Alba man
Upon a Ben she'll stand so proud, admiring the lands of her married Clan
She'll walk through purple heathers, thickened by natures sun
Amidst ferns and ancient bracken's by burns so crisp in run
By her side he stands this man, kilted displaying his kin
Claymore at the ready to grace his enemies skin
His Queen, their Kingdom, their Castle, resting on the shores of the River Ness
Overlooking forests and greens, salmon runs in richness finesse
When the night befalls these lands, in the Kingdom of the Lochs and Glens
It's understandable as to why they be wooed, by these historic Highlander men
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-6.php
Traveled long
I come afar
Guided by a star
Hear echoes of voice within
I am aching
from blues and bruise
Yet, I languish to cruise
Nothing to lose
This I choose
Afire you came
Bold brave but tame
You spun great change
Breaking me from woos
Melting winter, heralding spring
An oasis to my arid life
To each ounce of hunger
You're there my brave hunter
Basking into leaflets of wild
Invincible... Fearless...
Yet, love innocence mild
Like a growing child
Unto you I curled
No shrives I dive
Top of the world,
I wholly whorled
Visions revived
Missions survived
You and me, Me and you
Perfect Combination
Aren't we?
Weeps forgotten
Cries of joy aglow
Begotten bestow
(c) Olive Eloisa
1:26pm
June 09, 2014
Contest Name a poem you have not entered in a contest # 7
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placed 2nd... :)
Inspired by the poem of Tim Smith: "Cravings".... :D Thanks Tim.. hugs.. :D
My favorite makeup is her smile,
the lip gloss of a soul at ease,
mascara of her grace and style,
the rouge of blushing when I tease.
My favorite jewelry: her eyes,
gold flecks in starburst bright design,
diamonds of silvered moonlight rise
as they gaze deeply into mine.
The beauty marks I love the best
are those that deep within her dwell:
intelligence; a sense of jest;
and faith, her robust citadel.
Her love is that accessory
that ties together all she'll wear,
with kindness her perfumed esprit
that woos me as it fills the air.
Her beauty comes not from a shelf
nor from a product humans made,
but deep within her winsome self -
a loveliness that does not fade.
Written 22 June 2022
When the author of forever sang
his serenade,
‘twas longing in a virgin’s heart,
the strings he played.
So liltingly and stirringly
did words cascade,
they conjured scent of rose bouquets
in serenade.
Of everlasting love he crooned
in serenade.
Bliss never is inopportune.
His lure was laid.
As sweet refrains flowed through her veins,
the vow he made
was happiness without an end
in serenade.
Upon the troubadour who sang
the serenade,
she smiled, led him by the hand
to grassy glade.
And there beneath a blushing sky,
beguiled maid
succumbed with heady soul that rang
with serenade.
The author of forever, who
croons serenades,
woos the maids, then into the
horizon fades.
His lyrics penned are fiction; he’ll
be not delayed
from moving on, oh vagrant bard
of serenade.
Posted 5/30/2021
NA for Charlotte Puddifoot's Open Poetry 5 Poetry Contest
for Brian Strand's All Yours(Jun 8) Poetry Contest
Quietly, feathered soles steal across fields
soft as Choctaw spirits' slipping shadows;
frescoed frost glazes summer remnants of pumpkin and persimmon.
The blackberry moon bends low,
pursed lips lingering and slow above Earth's alabaster face.
Past and present blend in one short span
when winter woos the autumn moon.
February 23, 2022
Her breathing moves a strand of golden hair
that lays upon her pillow, next to mine,
yet in this evening birdsongs on the air
awaken me to listen and recline.
This errant bird, whose song dispatches sleep,
is laughing at a long forgotten jest
or maybe woos a distant mate who, deep
inside her feathered nest, finds better rest.
I watch the window, night begins to fade
and so do I. As slumber beckons me
I hear a distant answer softly made:
A dawn duet resplendent in our tree.
A single song brings answers in the air
as my beloved sleeps without a care.