Enwrapping Poems | Examples

Waterfall of Shadows

I watch
as sun slides down in the sky.
The shadows increase in length,
a dark waterfall descending 
upon the sandy beach.
Slowly I inhale and exhale,
savoring the fresh flavor 
of the evening’s briny sea.

My eyes devour 
swirls of lavender wisteria
beautifying the vast expanse
of the darkening cobalt sky.
My sweet summer 
has slipped away 
with the setting of the sun
on this autumnal equinox day.

The waterfall of shadows
is now a fountain 
totally engulfing the shore,
having evolved into 
night’s giant all-consuming chrysalis
enwrapping me body and soul.

A sudden rush of wind 
and small ripples on the water
transform into turbulent waves
lashing the shoreline where I stand.
I tug my sweater closer to my chest
as I tremble in the gloaming.

Red Moon Rising

From the falling edge of the ebony night sky,
as the surmounting shroud of despair darts,
the promise of the full moon I’ve made to you,
I’ll keep before the enwrapping eclipse starts.

As the cloud clumps clear at the fall of night,
I rise from the strewn debris of the fallen sky,
the opulence of your grace captures my sight,
my dormant desire to reach you soars high.

Your image then comes to me as an astral boon,
designs the leitmotif of longing in your lilting glow,
entices my shadow to touch the tainted moon, 
you’ll realize the earnestness my effort will show.

Within my desolate darkness deepening fast,	
you in my orbit gleam with the moonshine grace,
while the floating tinsels of the silver dust
flutter like fairy wings on your silhouette face.

The sun of desire aligns with my heart precisely,
bloody flush flashes on your face devastating. 
As the penumbra of my passion eclipses you totally,
your visage turns into the rare red moon rising.

Background Music

Though I will play with others 
They're never my first choice
With only one I want to play
My bluebird with her voice 
So beautiful and warming
Like a soul enwrapping hug
I'll always dream about her
And two bugs in a rug
And even though I may play with
It's only her that I play for
I'll wait for her 'til someday
Here strumming at my door

Soulful Susurration

“The dark wasteland of life I need to traverse 
kindling the beacon of hope at the edge of time” – by Poet 


In the flooding river of the tormenting time, 
spreading the arms of smothering agony, 
I feel my exuberant essence drown disowned,
and for an anchorage I cling to the string of hope.

You disappear from collapsed plateau of yearning,
I hear the call of the distant bell tolling for me,
submerging the music of my life’s broken violin
in the flow of the sonorous stream of solitude.

As the tide of time searches for the edge of eternity,
in the fading twilight of despair I breathe forlorn  
the melancholic air that whispers the sunset song, 
echoing the rhythm of my soulful susurration.

From the enwrapping expanse of wasteland dust
I’ll rise with the indomitable resolve not yet lost,
and on the trail illumined by the rays of the new sun 
with tinge of hope, I’ll travel to the horizon of ecstasy.

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October 31, 2021
Contest : "S" Contest, New Poems
Sponsor : Constance La France

Last Sigh

I built a nubile nest for them so we could live together 
kept it warm in the long winter time of frost and freeze
no speeding storm of strife could ever sweep it away
where I held them secured within my enwrapping wings.

They grew up nurtured in the cradle of love and care
learned how to build and face life in their chosen way
as a parent the process with them I could affably share
the ephemeral delight lasted till they chose to fly away.

In the flood of the surging river of drowning sadness
I felt the load of loneliness sink deep within my essence 
as from the eroded bank of yearning they disappeared
and I heard the distant bell of destiny toll faintly for me.

As the flow of time searched for a course to the eternity
in twilight’s fading gleam I breathed the air of desolation
I heard it whisper the swan song to me on the passing
resonating in my soul with the rhythm of my last sigh.

August 27, 2021
Title Chosen : Last Sigh
Contest : This Or That, Vol 6
Sponsor : Edward Ibeh

Heart Couldn'T Yearn Enough

The dust on the lonely path
Blown by the wasteland wind
Meanders listlessly towards
The shimmering buoyant sea
The sapphire waves roll endlessly
On the golden beach outstretched
Adorning the supine sands
With the pristine pearls of love.

Silver moonbeam lattice makes
Dreams for the amorous night
Till the demure dawn ascents
On the sunburst hued horizon
Glistening the glossy dewdrops
On the grass of the garden
Enwrapping the rose petals
With pure patina of love. 

In all these I could perceive
The beguiling beauty of love
And feel your dormant desire
To be enthralled by its charm
Revealing your fervent need
As a tenet of universal truth
I’ve miserably failed once more
For my heart couldn’t yearn enough.

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July 2, 2021
Contest : Once More I Failed The Truth
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann

Solar Flare Alive

Rolling through space Earth enjoys her comfortable
Distance from the giving sun, of his light, with
Warmth enwrapping daytime life of verdant growth in
Goodness wholesome grain, trees, wind, rain, rivers, and pith.

Other planets rotating around the sun’s glory,
Venus basking in heat along with Mercury’s boiling
Blast of oven cooking for a star light to humans
Looking at the sunset blanket sky westward foiling.

Solar system gently rotates Mars, Asteroids,
Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto at noon,
Around their star sun receiving his light circling a Solar year
Feeling through space his solar wind in a new day sunrise moon.

Sonnet of the Night

Ringing in the stars with harmonies of night 
no greater sonnet ever was then that of 
midnight hues of moody blues and acorn light 
oh blessed breath forsake me not thereof 
no splendor greater then this evening glow 
has ever touched my brow or curved my smile 
I long to stitch this memory with songs of flow   
then wear it like a crown while I compile 
a sonnet of great beauty by a sway 
as worthy as the dusk that falls upon 
a willow bark of deep cafe au lait 
oh blessed breath enfold me til' the dawn 
has blushed my reverie and seized my day 
enwrapping with gauze and morning ray.   

7/18/2019

Poetry and Me

Poetry for me is all consuming, encompassing pain from tears I have shed
Only Poetry Soup lifts my spirit up high; I write poems from inside my head
Early each morn or late in the night, a time of hope as I pray I can write 
Though if my muse doth take a snooze, I call her name gently and to my delight
Rose returns from an afternoon doze, full of rhymes, acrostics, clerihews and prose  
Yells of delight if one of my writes is placed up high with words I’ve transposed
As each day new friends write inspiring posts, for poems I have lovingly penned
Now I live all alone in the place I call home, where tranquillity begins to descend
Dreamlike images from my soul, come and go like the sea’s ebb and flow
My life feels meaningful once again, with sunshine not rain, I’m loving life so 
Enwrapping my soul in a cashmere stole that transports me to places I yearn to go


21st February 2019
Contest:  Poetry and Me
Sponsor: Silent One
1st place

Contest Strand Select V
Sponsor Brian Strand
HONORABLE MENTION

Alone Is She Beside the Sea

With waves of gold locks falling down
around her shoulders prettily,
a woman sits in a silk gown.
Alone is she beside the sea.

Deep longing in her starts to stir.
She sits, arms round bent knees as she
recalls his arms enwrapping her.
Alone is she beside the sea.

Out to the horizon, gazing,
she thinks of every memory
of him with her - so amazing!
Alone is she beside the sea.

As sure as she is that the tide
will rise, then fall, she knows that he
will never more be at her side.
Alone is she beside the sea.

This Quietus - Death

This quietus death – sweet release-

a rhapsody enwrapping you.

Fathomless it is; pain will cease.

This quietus death – sweet release!

Your story does not end, for peace

lasts an eternity when life's through!

This quietus death – sweet release-

a rhapsody enwrapping you.


March 24, 2018 for Broken Wing's "5 Words Please" Contest

Squashed Sky And Senile Smile

The evening dainty drizzle
Dances with twilight tinge
Descends in tumbling torrent 
Through the opaque night
Enwrapping enshrined
The squashed sordid sky
Waiting to unfurl wide in vain
The rain rinsed petals
Under dawning sun to paint
Ruptured rainbow charm.

The juvenile sparkling smile
Innate innocence configured
Cascades as care-free stream
In captivating youthful valley
For a while with ageless aura
Inundates the pristine plateau
The flooded unblemished face 
Waits for the turning time
Spread dense obscurity dust
Erase senile smile without trace.

Dream

In the deepest 
Darkest hour
In the tranquil of the  night
When all lights stopped to beam
I had a dream
You my love came to me
A wish I'd cherished
For long,oh ! So long


You infiltrated my sleep
To be with me
The dark clouds lifted
A rainbow shone my world
The coldness of my heart 
Melted with your warm
Breath and kiss
We became one 
There was such calmness
Your being intoxicated me


Suddenly  I felt the morning Sun
Enwrapping me
But I don't dare to dart open my eyes
For the fear that you will be gone.

Brooklyn Sky

the tinsel blue of my heart reaching the stars
I prowl the night 
eyes searching for twinkles in a moonless sky
I dream the night
of saharan glory past enwrapping me in a veil of bright

Gilligan's Island

Donning my sailors cap, coconut and pinapple shirt; first class ticket in times brochure....

Shutting down the nuclear physics branch and structures while as catching a flight unto

Heavens isles whereupon its beach I shall lie that, serenities surf may wash over the moon

Its beams enwrapping the sun; as dolphins sing, sea lions play and ships sail away ~ 

Their gallies adrift atop the open waters unto the ends of the world and beyound

Its distant edge, disappearing into the abyss of a life that was; radiations wavelengths
 
In coastal tides of sacrilegious; coursing through this flesh and bones and blood

Crest to crest; confusions fallout amid collaterals infusions brushing, acrylic dragons....

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....“Here, On Gilligan's Three Mile Island” ~

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