The cragged moon, a curdled, midnight bloom,
Where veins of frost, dissect a shadowed room.
A galaxy of mold, on lunar stone,
A whispered legend, soft and darkly known.
It weeps a brine, a sharp, celestial tear,
A pungent phantom, banishing all fear.
Then, amber relics, in a glassy tomb,
Where time's slow fingers, weave a spiced perfume.
Each wrinkled emerald, a sunken, ancient eye,
That holds the secrets, of a bygone sky.
They swim in brine, a sun-kissed, golden sea,
Where sharpness sleeps, and tangy memories flee.
These kindred spirits, in a twilight tryst,
A marriage strange, by starlight's silver kissed.
One, a moon's decay, a noble, bitter grace,
The other, time's own kiss, upon a verdant space.
A symphony of tang, a whispered, aged lore,
Where phantom flavors, haunt forevermore.
A taste of ages, in a shadowed, secret place,
A paradox of pleasure, etched on time's worn face.
A velvet darkness, and a sunlit, sour dream,
Where sharpened shadows, and aged sunbeams gleam.
I watch as you lay—
not bound by chains,
but by something I cannot name.
Your silence fills the room,
a rhythm I can’t ignore,
and I find myself
waiting for you to speak
in the quiet moments
where I’m no longer certain
who holds the key.
Excuse me,
Will you give me just a moment?
You're someone in whom I confide,
so I close my eyes and
express these thoughts I have inside.
I know these words serve no excuse.
It's the way you've induced
my heart with your love.
You portray with every mannerism
emotional understanding.
Your glow resembles a prism.
You have this voice of a harpoon
that drew me in all so soon.
I felt my heart grow bigger in time,
progressively like a watermelon,
then I fell in love with you.
These qualities you possess
guiding you to success,
I confess,
motivate me to love you more.
Your personality I adore.
Your heart is something unique
I'd spend forever to explore.
Perhaps you think, "What audacity!"
I respond to your capacity
to demonstrate true love.
You have me sold.
Not only have I been told,
but I've seen on my own that
you have a heart of gold.
I'm willing to look no farther
for my life-long partner.
I'd love to use this opportunity
to keep you next to me
and never let go.
No longer will I
let my thoughts go on belated.
I want you to know for certain
you have my heart captivated.
Chanté Walker
November 19, 2024
Whenever I hear your name,
My heart starts to pound
I don't know if it's lame,
But in my eyes, thousands of emotions can be found.
At first, I don't know if it's love
Having that feeling makes my heart throb.
Your voice is a music in my ears
Repeatedly playing while forgetting my fears
I had this feeling, I kept for years
For I have seen you, with someone else's arms
Those times I cried river of tears
There's no doubt, I was captured by your charms
My heart was captivated for real
I was obvious, but it's hard to reveal
With those emotions I could barely conceal
I'm done confessing and its no big deal.
If I close my eyes I can see them quite plain,
those stick people dancing in the rain..
They twirl and they lift with movements so stiff,
never seeming to bend.
There's others around but their deaf to the sound,
captivated by the heat of their feet.
Just like puppet pundits, repetitious, redundant,
they dance on to their own silent beat..
The call
sent shivers up my spine
and raised the hairs upon my neck ~
frozen, pondered on what the heck
its owner liked to dine.
A twig
shouted its betrayal,
bending, snapping under pressure,
made my terror that much fresher,
awaiting my assail.
Shadows
passing across the moon
identified her in the night,
a fearful, magnificent sight;
I near gave way to swoon.
The rush
of blood still in my head,
fearing to take another look,
I shut the pages of my book,
turned off the light for bed.
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An Argonelles, quintains of 2/6/8/8/6 with a rhyme scheme of abccb. PS needs a generic Quintain, IMHO.
CAPTIVATED
On lazy noon at non-busy hours
Me feeling dizzy
to watch chandelier hanging in central hall
sometime slightly swinging
by soft wind coming through window.
Crystals, strips of cut glass tinkling sweet.
Shimmering Sun rays entering through glasses
reflected, refracted, diffracted
displaying spectrum,
flashing dazzling designs
embellishing walls and ceiling.
Not mere decent but magnificent
in sparkling splendour
in whimsical wonder.
My eyes are glued to spectacular charming patterns:
Continuous changing altering
as chandelier swaying slow.
Me got captivated
not to leave the view
though eyes are tired inviting sleep.
I swim in drowsiness
I sink in dulcet dreams.
10/18/22
Captivation
Contest by Julia Ward.
CAPTIVATED
This is odd. Well, more than odd
Something that is sort of weird
As if a strange thing appeared
And into my memory, seared
Then jabbed with a cattle prod
If it is abnormal, I’m not bored
Holding me tight in its embrace
Attentive, like it’s on my case
Keeping me firmly in my place
A Gordian knot needs a sword
Others may not feel this pull
A tight focus on my thoughts
They clearly ignored reports
Rumours dismissed with snorts
So they will never feel this full
I cannot think, I cannot move
This thing has me in its spell
Such captivation, I know it well
Applied logic seems not to gel
Maybe I’ve something to prove
Am I now stuck like this forever
In this strange entranced state
Some might say it was my fate
By leaving my escape too late
Is it now just futile endeavour
Can I break this mystery bond
That holds me in its tight grip
Not unlike a psychoactive trip
So it’s time to pull down that zip
And focus to see what’s beyond
Sometimes, it's cloud formations.
At other times, a line of Fall trees.
Less often, a rising sun, but
Frequently, it's a setting sun.
Sometimes, it's simply being awe-struck by green grass;
Or being mesmerized by the beaming yellow of a cactus blossom;
Or realizing that hospitality is defined by two words that
follow a request for directions: "Follow me".
Sometimes, it's the thought of a kindness that provokes a tear.
Or recalling the first sighting of the Chicago 'skid-row' in 1967.
Or the smiling face of a homeless man at my dinner
table in San Francisco on Christmas day in 1985.
100622PSCtest, Captivation Poetry Contest.
Julia Ward
I am seduced by words and enchanted with melody,
I become absorbed and engrossed as if I were under a spell.
Parchment and ink place me into a trance as I ravish writing.
Delightful and beautiful as I calculate and calibrate words,
Longing and wondering if they will attract other thoughts.
When finished,
I submit and then it appears right before your eyes,
My thoughts have now entered your mind.
NOT FOR CONTEST
The word of God is my inspiration
holding it close deep in my heart
this is the very word of Almighty God
challenges but encourages in no small part
God has revealed Himself to mankind
through His holy scriptures, He has done
there we shall find who God truly is
shown in the person of Jesus, God's son
This Jesus lived over 2000 years ago
but now He lives by His spirit divine
this living word captivates me totally
showing how this saviour is indeed mine
The effectiveness of holy scripture
is so hard to explain to another
for it affects you from deep within
captivating all your being like no other
Please Lord captivate my heart
to cling relentlessly to your word
fill me with your scriptures blessed
in my heart and mind forever stirred
Moonlight snowfall captivates
Winter wishes swirl before my eyes
Breathlessly beautiful, exhilarates
Night to remember to poetize
Verse writes itself with my soft sighs.
Winter quintain
Poetry Contest
Sponsored
by
Francine Roberts
17/12/2021
"We Are All Stardust - Milky Way" by JonMarc
I softly brush stardust from your cheek, and only an enticing
smile parts your lips. Your smooth skies, captivating and unspoken,
satiate. Like a distant galaxy, you are a mystery, lassoing my soul
with cosmic splendor. Near you, I am entranced. A celestial sparkle
in your eye catches mine, taking my breath, and I see more brilliance
than all the stars shining in the Milky Way.
Date – 6/13/20
Contest – Stardust
Sponsor – Nette Onclaud
When do we delight ourselves
in the scents and colors of the landscapes?
It's in springtime when joy is all around,
and we live each moment
without worry or rush.
Try to catch in your open palms
the petals tossed by the tepid wind,
wave at the passing butterflies;
never get tired of looking upward...
waiting to touch the lowest cloud.
It's here where all dreams start
and suddenly end as dusk
fades and brings in dazzling stars,
then the enamored soul
is captivated by their brilliance.
Entered in Broken Wings' contest,
It's All about Four
Reading you really makes me think
I like your amazing style, wink wink
You make me feel good
Like words really should
I’m captivated by your charm,I can't blink
Dedicated To a special Friend
4-2-18
Alexis Y.
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