Our eyes catch for that moment in time
For a split second, so brief, yet magical
She was the centerpiece to all my dreams
Splendid, graceful and beautiful
If only I looked back and followed my heart
But I kept walking down the street, away
I kept thinking of her, her charisma
There were throngs of attractive people walking by
But she was the most beautiful
Off in the distance there's white sand beaches
But she was the most beautiful
I can only imagine she be dead to the world to me
Like all the rest, like the story of my life
I can only imagine, and be a champion at that
But there she was in the windowsill, top shelf
Her carriage stretching towards the filtering sunlight
My incantation lost, I can only imagine
Her suitors
Her pearly whites, so symmetrical, so divine
Her body exuding passion, a floral cup yearning for water
By now, I reached the white sand beaches and felt lost
connie pachecho
10/22/22
Lyrics from the heart
Captured at the start
From the first word,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you
An extraordinary voice
My heart had no choice
From the first note,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you
The wink of the eye
The charm of the guy
From the first word,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you
The shy, boyish smile
The clean, cool style
From the first note,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you
Still none greater than
That true gentle man
From the first word,
You do what you do
And I cannot take
My ears off of you.
(October 16th, 2022)
I'd never paid much mind before;
but then one day, she caught my eye.
With captivation, I stood still-
her clever skill did mystify.
The weaver, with her silky thread,
skilled in creating such designs-
without a pattern to go by-
wove out her art with perfect lines.
This inborn talent blew my mind-
an image, seen as perfect art!
How does she know to weave that way-
with no instructions from the start?
Then, all at once, a moth flew down-
held fast- as if caught in a trap.
The weaver quickly moved right in;
her day's fine lunch- in silk did wrap.
October 9, 2022
~2nd Place~
Contest: Captivation
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Judged: 12/23/2022
I have a collection of antique things;
antique brooches, hair pins, and necklaces;
I love the charm and enchantment each brings _
My captivation has a recklessness !
Oh, I love the lure, the pull, the quest,
and when I find a treasure I feel blessed.
______________________
October 08, 2022
Poetry/Rhyme/Captivation
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1493-222-08
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Captivation
sponsor, Julia Ward, Judged 12/23/2022
Third Place
A river in Autumn
holds captive the baroque colors of trees
that stand guard, honor.
Its joyous flow
travels under the umber bridge
whose reflection
forms an eye, open.
It is a pallette of Autumn,
a watercolor sky.
When roses seem as though blue whirlpools,
I find myself lost in their bloom.
Have you ever felt captivated by someone?
I mean kidnapped, just taken by their eyes
and neither can completely escape.
I don't know what it is about him and I?
We feel drawn together so strongly.
Did we meet in another life?
Your charcoal eyes are always smoldering
they burn with intensity
through every one of your photographs.
Such vivid, heated passion
even in stark black and white.
I have never seen lips like yours.
I run my fingers across them
wishing they were more
than paper and shadows.
Whatever happens to us in the coming days,
I know your image will remain
in my mind permanently,
forever welded together.
Written by Kelly Deschler
March 24th, 2015
As time fades into the night, the cleansing of the day...
when all of daylight is seen in the shadows tucked away...
there is an untold venture of unseen lives in untouched sight...
all the troubles endured hide inside the light.
In darkness, memories come a reminder of the past.
All evils that lay within us, covet solitary tears.
Holding us within it's dark embrace, caressing all of our fears.
Yet, there are the quiet moments...
When a single mirrors another soul.
Such a loving rarity, feeling whole.
The light seems but a foreign place.
Appearing golden in dreams.
Against the thoughts of normalcy, a voice to recognize amongst the screams.
There is no guide to follow.
Each journey remains indifferent from the very start.
Knowing of loves intention, we leave pieces of our heart.
Roses green, mauve and yellow,
one look, one touch turns me all mellow,
the fragrance, the delicacy,
the stillness among these,
a feeling of awe, captivation,
may divide the floral nation,
a glance, gives me a sense of great appreciation,
of the natural, beautiful, world at our fingertips.
Flutters of wings softly embrace the air as the pitter-patter of drums accompany I know not where.
Lifted gallantly ‘bove the trees my mind escapes close in pursuit,
And swishing through the floating dew which fogs the smothered thoughts,
Gleaming reflections of the sun’s pallor sends the sky afire-
A white hot schism to flare the soul.
Intensity thrives,
I cannot survive.
With a hasty cry to my knees I fall,
Arms splayed out as a ragged doll,
Too in awe to withdraw.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.