Laced by dainty petite waltzing flowers,
listening to their soft whispers to the bees
and butterflies, my summer days were ecstatic,
eyes felt alive with vibrant colours,
my heart felt vivacious with the melody of nature.
It's time now to bid adieu to warm days,
with a spirited foliage of farewell, tiptoeing in
a veiled bride with crimson, magenta, amber…
whirling, swirling, twirling whimsical leaves
trees are decorated with, and some
sprawled creating a velvety tapestry
under the soon-to-be bare branches,
no less gorgeous than the glorious flowers
ravishingly stunning, and exquisitely opulent,
enchanting human senses, hearts and souls
erasing their bleakness and melancholy.
O fall, let this poignant lore of love wrap my imagination
forever with a faint aura of sublime feelings,
I glide through the season with an ethereal sensation,
My existence transcends into a rare celestial experience....
with burgundy, ochre, sepia, sage, scarlet.....and more!
Do you see the serenity of my
misshaped machete?
A moment mistaken for a musical mystery,
Hold no hopes for this ballad my blade sings to you;
She only reflects the dreams on a dimmed dawn you once drew,
Foolishly flourishing for the finely crafted chaos,
When the writings on her walls bleed for the bruises you prey on,
Rest on the reflection she wove for you,
A closet you’ve locked, she wiggled her way into,
Do the realistic corners of what you seek have no light?
Did my mahogany mirror make you feel a little fright?
Was holding the hands of an echo a suggestive thrill?
Or would you rather have a minute and relearn the drill?
Dare not blame my beastly blade, wear no shade, since you stayed,
So lay your cards and pay the price you played.
I contort
to place
my fingers
on your frame
hoping I'll be mirrored there
creep around myself
whispering in my ear
of my own existence
mistaking subdued lighting
for gathering darkness
a flash of light for salvation
there is an avenue of trees
lined with stepping stones of shadow
I don't see it
I enchant myself
knowing the spell wears off
it's a powerful skill
but it doesn't make me feel better
I swallow smitten smoke
stomach the wake of verve ~
a corseted coherence
craving night’s clemency
while the sun sleeps
lips pressed to the searing chalice
intoxicated by silver essence ~
my fragile fragrance
You name my soul,
an enamored enchantress
the touch that craves not
a thousand thirsty eyes ~
misinterpreting inner magic
confusing compassionate
curves with consent carved
but I am not your temptress
nor am I a mystique
clothed in mists of memories
marooned in manipulation
I never ached to be the allure ~
bound to every burn
wading to savor my secrets
the intriguing incense
intricately kissing the cashmere air
the scent of the soul’s need
O spirit, guarding my light,
seek me as I am ~
an enigma, unfelt,
studying the silhouette
s i m m e r i n g
in crimson and copper
for the mirror
resembles threefold silence
wanting to be the destiny
not the dancing desire
dissolving into the drunken depths
of candle-lit dusk ~
your breathless incantation
a hypnotic haze
hand-woven into thin lace of love…
I am more than
your skies’ beholding ~
I am heaven’s eternal poetry
a pulse
no palm can possess...
My incredible!
Almost edible!
Infrared and, well,
Ultraviolet!
Full of warmth and light -
Gorgeous, timeless sight
Taking mind on flight
To the never-land.
Your blonde hair swings down
On your velvet gown -
In you voices drown,
Like in concert hall.
Unbelievable!
Inconceivable!
Sun will rise and fall
On your gorgeous soul.
My enchantress, you!
Giant eyes of blue
Like a cloud that flew
Over turquoise skies
Singing melodies
Of the galaxies
Ending fallacies
And becoming wise.
Gentle like a dove,
You are queen of love -
I can't get enough
Of your tenderness!
Goddess of the sea!
How you sing to me
How I long to be
In your soft caress!
Cherry blossom, you!
All that's good and true!
Pink and white and blue
Like a carnival,
Like a rainbow, free!
How you spell-bind me!
How I long to be
In your darling soul!
In your love I'll swim
And your voice will sing
An eternal hymn -
No regret at all!
Inexorable!
Most adorable!
Uncontrollable!
Unforgettable!
Moonstruck in your eyes tonight.
The reflection is most enticing and bewitching.
I’m sublimely under your spell.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
April comes dressed in dogwood and wisteria
She hums her tune of birdsong, buzzing bees, and the gentle creaking of tree branches swaying in her cool morning breeze
Her breath of fresh pine lingering into the warm afternoon sun
By Imran Ahmed
The dust clings to her skin
a stain not easily erased.
She holds
a master’s degree
in the art of deception.
The dark enchantress of my dreams
calls me, each night, in her soft voice
and traps me with her tender schemes.
The dark enchantress of my dreams
is never satisfied it seems;
she offers me no other choice.
The dark enchantress of my dreams
calls me, each night, in her soft voice.
I know a lady so fair,
And her talents and beyond compare.
In twilights where eerie silences dance and play,
She echoes life with serene melody of those who cross her way.
Her eyes, like stars, shine bright and clear,
Her smile, a ray of sunshine, which banishes fear.
With grace, she moves, like a sultana in her reign,
Her words, a balm, that soothes the soul's pain.
Her art, a masterpiece, leaves all in awe,
Her skill, a wonder, that none could draw.
Her beauty, a gift, that none could bear,
Her voice, a melody, that charms the ear.
I know a lady so fair,
The epitome of grace, divinity, allure and flair.
My eyes to something beautiful are drawn
up past the peaks where clouds of pink are swirled.
I take up my pen seeing her again.
It’s the Enchantress Spring I look upon.
She stands with long hair streaming in the wind
of a glorious, bright, beautiful dawn
as the temperate breeze embraces her.
She banishes harsh days. Winter is gone!
Bird song and lushness she conjures the world.
Seeing her again, I take up my pen
to capture all the magic Spring brings on.
Oh, to be beautiful...
The drop dead gorgeous type
the let me revel in the hype
that follows my cat walk stride kind
Oh, to be beautiful...
the beauty pageant kind
the stop in your tracks and stare
as I throw back my raven hair
my hips swaying here and there
the too good to be true kind
Oh, to be beautiful...
airport beauty section poster kind
the stare if you dare kind
the I'll steal your soul and make you crave kind
I want to be beautiful
I want to know what it's like
to be adored with delight
Oh, oh how I would revel
in that light
But..
I'm not beautiful
I guess I have my little share,
and I really shouldn't care
about how I look or what I wear
BEWARE!!!
My poetry can cast a spell
rosy word tinted illusions that make you see
a beautiful enchantress in me
Finally.... my wish come true
I'm infinitely beautiful
beautiful to you.
Eileen Manassian
The Light, through the veil, paints secrets.
The crossroads of constellations twisting into new patterns.
In reverence, the Moon dances, coaxing the Sun, your loyal companion.
Your lies bloom, Enchantress... watch!
She is dark she is pretty
She has an easy grace
When she smiles sky's open
As she walk beauty accentuates
If me alliterates she's beauty me beholds
In her hugs me befoulded as am beffuddles
The in her me spy genna
Me spying beautiful l meadows of genna
When with her me fathom lilting nivarna
Her essence a paradise of carousel emotions
Her name is Rue an enchantress gem is she..
In the garden of sheer grace, I serenade
the ethereal beauty in you, inner.
That shall never with the passage of time fade,
even as you grow old, will be the winner.
Beauty so magical ne'er I've seen before,
brings out the inner peace in you to the fore.
You mean the world to me enchantress of hearts,
bewitched, reached a point where sanity departs.
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