Glyph Poems | Examples

opus

dulcet …

the night …
holds far too few hours
to attend you, pure … proper
in twilight reverence
your body’s song is my scripture
the braille my fingers ache to read -
sexy verse moonlight recites
and orates to my blood
longing’s lullaby
spoken glyph-by-glyph
and plopped like sugar on my tongue
where it attends …
yours …
speak to me with
your coy and curvy whispers
such fair flesh tells an epic tale, erotic
few know the language
but I am fluent
I will listen with an anxious ear
and reply in cursive on your dermal page
my game?
to raise those tiny little bumps -
catkin skin that jumps to
the touch, as my adept answers wind
their warm way south
to the source …
come, let time stand still
night is too fleeting
and a delicious pas de deux awaits -
a torrid tale of pillows and percale and
moonbeamed madness …
where minds and moans and motions are
met in one rapturous breath …
of breathlessness
ghostwriter … and manuscript
this tome is ours -
you and I … lost
to ourselves …
to each other …
to the world of whys and whatevers
and to everything …

but us.

The Indigo Crest - On the Commemorative Stamp of - Purple Rain By Prince

Written July 14, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori 
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So tiny, yet so vast: a square of purple flame,  
A postal stamp formed from forever lame.  
Houses at its center a half-cast, cloudy glass, 
Trapped in a gilded cage of grief and lilac crevasse. 

Bedecked in the hue of storm-light, a figure stands,
A gaze carved from ache, hair as comet strands.  
Static roses, suffused in blue, stood behind,
Each petal burned by cords, yet spirit did not mind.  

Rain doesn't soak into his skin or asphalt as he vies, 
Yet, unshed tears flow from the dream to the sky.  
The water leaves his clothing with faint rings, 
But in this dampness, nostalgia unfurls its wings.

O, how you bend and blaze, purple witness— 
A design firmly woven into the yarn of threnody.  
Your quiet strength lingers as words fade,
A melody that pain cannot shatter or jade.

Let this stamp be a symbol in all mortal prayer—
For timid souls who dare not weep amid silk fare.  
A poignant lament for love wrapped in mauve grief, 
A message sent to a visitor, destined for the glyph.

While We Metamorphose

My voice
broke
on the edge
of breath.

We stripped
the bark
from our ribs
like trees
to find
no center.

Blood
is a language
we forgot
in churches.

I held
your absence
like a flame
burning
under my tongue,

while skin
remembers
the names
we
never
spoke.

I was becoming
not better
just
closer
to the fracture
before
the old name.

And you
fell into me
like a glyph
not carved.

We did not rise
we undressed.

Arc’s of Divine Light

Arc’s of Divine Light
Form: Villanelle

Through arcs of divine light we bend the flame,
Each truth a thread, each whisper made to rise—
The stars remember those who speak their name.

In silence born, not needing praise or fame,
A glyph ignites beneath the dreaming skies—
Through arcs of divine light we bend the flame.

The mirror hums but never stays the same,
Reflections shift in cosmic lullabies—
The stars remember those who speak their name.

The watchers come, but none can stake a claim
On souls who soar beyond the mind’s disguise.
Through arcs of divine light we bend the flame.

The past and future chant a single frame,
A ripple born where sacred memory lies—
The stars remember those who speak their name.

So let them search in shadows, fear, or shame,
While we walk paths no system ever spies.
Through arcs of divine light we bend the flame—
The stars remember those who speak their name.

Echoing Vibrations

Echoing Vibrations

Form: Elegy
Spiral Gate 3: Grief-Glyph | Memory Tone

I.
A whisper lingers where you stood,
A sigh between the flame and wood.
The sound of you has not decayed—
It haunts the hush, not to dissuade.

II.
The pulse you left in quiet air
Now hums through dreams I didn’t share.
You did not end—you merely turned
Into the light for which I yearned.

III.
Each breath I take completes your song,
A resonance where you belong.
No echo fades from source’s thread,
You speak in silence, not the dead.

Couplet:
So let your name, once shaped in sound,
Remain the ring that wraps the ground.

ingrained

etched …

into flesh …
into the warm muscle of my being
your colors … stained me …
each a story
each a passionate moment of unusual depth
from the reds of your hot blood,
coursing me
the warm ochers - your joyous spirit
cool sapphires, your eerie ire
sadness and hurt, the slates and grays
envious emeralds, (brief)
dazzled white brilliance, your smile
and the utter inky black of your quiet rage
a color that devoured all others -
that devoured me
choking
gasping for your grace
(always granted) …
you are the ink
and I am your integument
you have written your sins and supplications
upon me …
the stories they tell,
indelible and intransigent …
a bit of pain and bleeding with
each glyph and letter
wiped smooth by the sweet, soft
soothing of your spirit …
I am your carnal canvas -
your searing brand
immutable and love-deep
I am your …

tattoo.








Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, July 13, 2024

deferred

I …

loved you all
in my way … obviously
starkly different
as pertaining to our particular bonds
(covalent, in most respects)
each, a glyph to form words in
the phrase of Us …
only one left to my indifferences
(regret requires as much)
the rest …
critical elements, idiosyncratic
shaping this ‘who’ -
weaving his fabric as needed
to be the creation that
was required
or that his modes assumed to be
appropriate for the Other …
summarily .. 
you, each and all -
I am your creation, indifferent
your ‘opus apathetic’
and if it is that elemental
fiber that brought you to rejection
then I am not the apple
for your arrow …
not that liability is required
but, if like the other of your ilk you
seek reasoning, party or charge -
any reflection of even
moderate pixelization will suffice
and any rational alibi can
serve as sufficient garland to
grace the dubious, dim
illusory crown
upon your barren …

brow.







Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 3, 2024

Etched On Stones

To what avail are scriptures etched on stones?
Of much, in every way, but not an end:
the rocks cry out in deepest, awe-filled moans
to bear a glyph divine that condescends
to pierce transcendent planes and self-reveal.

In this, divine becomes the word engraved,
but stony hearts and tablets are the same.
Commands evoke resistance from enslaved,
reveal the distance to the One acclaimed,
though truth remains aloof, ethereal.

To pierce the creature, Spirit breathes afresh:
complete transfiguration of the heart.
A meld of spirit, word, and renewed flesh
breathes life in those dry bones, sets them apart
to live the holy life with joyful zeal.

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THIRD PLACE WINNER
for the Our Truth Poetry Contest
sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
written on 04/25/2022

Decipher

Rhymes tint lines
Verse feels fine


Words sculpt feel
Watch touch thrill


Mood churns rhyme
Feel thought mime


Here time slips
In lost glyph


Feel each mood
Shape some good


Seek to find
Words that bind


Read the signs
Be not blind


Touch feels show
In word flow 


All seems clear
In sad cheer




Leon Enriquez
01 April 2020
Singapore

The Spiritual Number

Segmented straight lines configure
pointed glyph of transformed cross.
In numeral sequence from the top
it’s the second smallest even integer.

After three dark days of primal genesis
when the arch of cosmos needed light,
God created sun, moon and all the stars
on this day, the symbol of universal truth.

This spiritual digit repeated three times,
turns into an angel number seraphic.
Responding to our thoughts and prayers,
it instills courage by numerological power.

At the blind end of life’s unlit path
if the milestone of angel number appears,
in God’s grace you’ll get divine foresight,
beyond dark you’ll see the light of future.

February 14, 2020
Contest : What's In A Number
Sponsor : Juliet Ligon

Still Point 31

glyph
     full stop-

period.

Poignant

Memory mulls
Distant dreams dull


Fate fumbles fear
Slow stumble steers


Waltz walking wild
Chance cheeky child


Thoughts trouble tears
Clumsy choice cheers


Bright blooming blunt
Sweet saying slant


Wild willing ways
Spread succinct say


Crisp crafty cheer
Speaks sagely seer


Gift gracious glyph
Taste touching trip




Leon Enriquez
31 August 2017
Singapore

Symbols and Signs

Truth speaks easy
If you but see


Learn to focus
On clear locus


Know what you know
As learning grows


Draw your own line:
Symbols and signs


A glyph is code
In secret mode


A sigil says
In hidden ways


Watch your heart make
The path you take


Start to know truth
In visual proof


Beauty hints more
Such profound shores


Look deeper still
Discern goodwill


All that you know
Masks a true show




Leon Enriquez
21 August 2017
Singapore

Poem

A brief glyph
Buzz that trips


A new wave
Loss that saves


A mind field
Do you yield?


A false start
Feel your heart


A sigh brief
Sign sets grief


A huge stake
Words starve take


A bold blast
Not yet past


A harsh rhyme
That shoots time


A crisp say
Blunt wordplay


A thought old
Now retold


A verse fit
Joust on wit


A nude work
Where words jerk


A sigil
Beyond feel


A lame duck
Floral pluck




Leon Enriquez
21 August 2017
Singapore

Glyph

Wear wit
Bind bits
Sign sit


Forge fee
Style see
Brave be


Proud prance
True trance
Charm chance


New noise
Vets voice
Pique poise


Glyph gains
Poise plain
Veer vain


Taste truth
Prize proof
Glimpse groove


Wake wonder
Crude cider 
Pied Piper




Leon Enriquez 
09 November 2016
Singapore

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