Mesmerising Poems | Examples

Sunflower Farm : verse

 
a trillion petals magnetise my tender Heart

racing past farm workers in morning dew

Sun embellishes yellow song 

crazed by mesmerising muse

saffron they slap an early chill gold

seeds swallow empty hopes sold

After The Spell

I focus on the image 
of a stunning woman’s pose
against a hue-tinged skyline 
canvas so mesmerising 
in its otherworldly scope 
that dream mirror brochure lure 
dashed by thunderstorms and rain

The Murmuration

l saw her by the edge of the burnt mossy wall
and she was watching high above,  over forests so tall
then as the dusk gathered starlings,  that danced in the melting sun
it was the breathless display,  and mesmerising begun

in the last Autumn rays,  that painted threads through the trees
like the strands in her hair that stroked again in the breeze
and their dance was perfection as she watched murmuration
and their velvet display was their beautiful creation

gently the stars said hello, as the white moon glimpsed below
and her slowly wrapped dreams,  she sent of her kisses he'd know
and they went drifting slow like the gossamer clouds
and her love for him soft, like the starling, a glow

still her eyes searched afar, over the bracken filled glens
as she looked for his face and his smile and his arms to embrace
and never gave up hope,  as she waited each night
and she watched starlings call , over mossy green wall 

the dance of the starlings is a sight to behold
like a true love is precious , more precious
than gold.

I Breathe You In: 300

As the ethereal guitar mesmerises
My soul responds
As if I dipped into a melodic bath
Of perfectly curated
Lovingly tempered 
Heart massaging
Candle flickering 
Water 

A fragrant tune invades 
My nostrils 
Flaring as the warm
Moistened air tumbles by
The world merges into
Perfection
Harmony
Stirring

The resonance
Of childhood memory
Percolating through the mist
As sliding strings 
Caress my ears
My mind drifting
Towards that past
Safer place

Yet this mesmerising medication
This tuneful tumult quelling
Perfect prescription
Is deeply welcome
Somewhere in my gut
My true being
Soothed as we surrender
To this soulful sabbath

May you never grow old
At the joyful table
Where your soul dines
Hear the whispers
Of the small pleasures
Taste the fermented flavours
Of the ordinary delights
Using all your available senses

When the music plays
To transport you
Run to catch the moment
Soak in the vapour
Embibe the elixir
Breathe it all in deeply
Holding in gratitude
Each heavenly moment

The girl who loved to dance

For her it was a quiet act of rebellion 
To the world it was just a girl dancing
The smile on her face magnetic 
The way she swung her hips mesmerising 
Her rhythm hypnotising 
She was proud of herself for letting go
Of choosing her freedom 
Instead of being trapped in a room full of her own demons

Instead of wallowing in her sadness 
She danced in joy
Celebrating a part of herself She had hidden
She celebrated her blackness

She was the epitome of beauty 
Not just her looks but her beauty within 
To anyone who'd ever be so lucky 
To witness her glory
Would be enchanted by her smile
The type that reaches her eyes 
They way the sun danced on her skin
Sprinkling a glow so golden
Like a sunflower In the garden

This intimate act of self care
Was a moment so special
It will forever be embedded 
In her head 
The day she decided 
This joy She would never forget 
And as she danced away
She promised to not let regret 
Keep her hostage in the past 
But to soak up every moment if happiness 
And to live in the present

PERSPECTIVE

mesmerising
   bleakness
angst
in
muted
   unease
an empty
   nothingness
a
glimpse
into
  the void
a
  dread
   from within
this
  sombre
    sense
of
  disenchantment


OPEN FORM in lowercase without grammatical symbols ,uses spaces&breaks relying upon 'the one breath limitation' & as a  'happening' requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input &respond in a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood & thus is inherently variable.

The Monologue of Saul

The Monologue of Saul

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever wondered if your soul is just mirrored reflections

Fragmented shards of an augmented reality

A divine kaleidoscope of your own perceived ideas 

Of what to do to get to your version of heaven, and how to avoid hell?

Overlaid onto a real-world environment

Are you too logical to ever really understand, but just bravely parading around like another human being 

Locked into a social engineer's dream

Trying to live within, and under its dark magical, mesmerising spell

Hypnotized by whatever is subliminally repeated, on your handheld screens 

Slowly waiting unconsciously, before it's too late for spiritual understanding 

To return to just you 

To truly see there's more to life than chasing paper dreams

Before you catch the last bus, to take you home to atone 

In The Great In-Between 
Where you'll be asked

Did you live a life clean life or did something happen, that was unforeseen 

That caused you to live temporarily, unclean

(C) Copyright John Duffy

The Great Halls of Eden

The Great Halls of Eden

(A lone voice whispers)

Walking in like the Grand Inquisitor
Tomás de Torquemada

Dressed in a dark robe

With Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata” playing loudly in her wake

I can remember when Love brought me through a gate
To a doorway leading to her Three Castles of Rejection 

Cruelty
Intolerance, and Fanaticism

And when she nearly broke me within each of those walls, she introduced me to her other Three Castles of Seduction

Through another darkly lit doorway 

Ecstasy 
Blissfulness and Tranquility 

Such is the juxtaposition of entering her Great Halls of Eden

For those Red coloured doors within that painted room, could lead you to your sweet salvation or doom

So just be careful when you smell her sweet perfume, when she smiles, as she approaches

For once, she takes you into her Great Halls of Eden

Once you enter that oak panelled waiting room 

Always remember

One day, you could be in her master bedroom

And then one day, feel the harsh bristles of her witches broom 

As you soul pleads and yells

Such is the power of being under her mesmerising spell


(C) Copyright John Duffy

SILENCE

"Boron in its crystalline carbon structure, I am glad to be!"

Mesmerising whispers of silence..
Settle down quietly below the fire.
Bolstering support of silence..
Upholding pristine unalloyed promise.
Learnings and lessons of silence..
Carving a rock into the star.
The sturdy clutch of the silence..
Embracing the most promising touch.
Silent steps of the silence…
Galloping along proudly through the stride.
Glittering candor of the silence..
Gliding together forever thru the stars

Silent attempts of the silence..
Gracefully bowed and proudly vowed!

PATTY GRIFFIN

As you paint your songs with colours divine
And words you so assiduously mined 
You leave me standing breathlessly behind
Your visceral emotion hypnotically opined.

Mesmerising destructive bewitching my soul 
Wreckingly angelic your voice takes its toll
And leaves me in wonder at feelings you extoll 
And tears into pieces the form that once was whole 

Just wrap me in your exquisite tones tonight...

Poetry Tip 101

Poetry Tip 101

(A lone voice whispers)

For a dash of exquisite fun

Try to have such a mesmerising style of creativity—when stimulating, visual imagery. 

So all those within your prose's proximity:

Can enjoy its delicious delivery 

(C) Copyright John Duffy

I've Been Listening to Your Eyes

I've been listening to your eyes 
Day and night 
When will you ever be out of my sight?
Your hidden presence makes me wanna cry 
What is simpler than just staring at the sky? 

I've been listening to your eyes 
For a matter of time 
To be wondering for a while were all these lies? 
When will it be finally my time to climb? 

I've been listening to your eyes 
But I fear it's my turn to speak 
Not by voice, yet let my one and only heart tend to leak 

So many words and emotions hoping to pour
I need to find a suitable cure
For how it feels and the burden to hold
What would've happened if I had told? 
And to listen to my heart
From the very start 

Would the situations actually differ?
Will it then flow like the uncontrolled river? 

I've been listening to your eyes 
But what about mine? 
When you stare at my eyes don't you think 
" What's the hidden truth do these mesmerising eyes could ever hide?"
However, it doesn't seem to shine

Librorum Amans

(An inquisitive voice whispers)

Do you too like reading to escape for a few hours
Through poetry's heavily laden chest

Containing shiny jewels of such priceless wonders and visual experiences

Waiting for eager minds to run through like the Greek goddess of running

 Atalanta

Tempting inquisitive eyes to wait in line 

To be hypnotised forever 
by enchanted words

Cast within imaginations thunder

To then hold minds
In primordial bondage 

Caught and captured in gilded written cages 
In lucid imagery flowing through the pages

To then be captivated for a few hours by written spells to beguile 

Through ethereal carefully crafted citadels 

Surrounded with such hypnotic wonders
Could that be why you love poetry

And books like a heavily laden chest

Filled with mesmerising dreamscapes 
To always fill you with joy and wonder 

So my question for you
Readers of old and readers of new

Who’s your favourite author or poet
Who always takes you under

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

Librorum Amans:
Book lover

The Dance of The Lampyridae

We once danced like the glowing Lampyridae
Bathing in the molten heat of a new fire

While walking hand in hand 
Down loves panoramic highways

Flames of belonging and such sensuous fire 
Lit and consumed our aura's

But when the winter of our love season arrived 
With the familiar sound of jingle bells

Announcing our Oak wedding anniversary 
On that particular sunrise 

On December the fifth

That mesmerising spell broke like the mythical Sword of Elendil

And my world 
Shattered

So blue is my new season watching the midnight Lampyridae dance 

Alone
In the silvery moonlight

Like a young Gene Kelly and Rita Hayworth
As we once did

While my life slowly drifts
South

After I lost you
My world and the only thing that once mattered

Wandering lost in my mind's so many labyrinths filled with our hieroglyphs

As I stand alone on 
Death's high cliff

When I remember that first time we met 
On that beautiful night  

When our souls were ordained by God's light

 (C)
Copyright John Duffy

(Lampyridae: Firefly)

Things I love

There are so many things I am mad about.
Take sunrise with red clouds and soft rays
Penetrating through the water-laden clouds.
Rain is imminent, thunder threatening afar.
It matters not, for I love to stay cosy indoors.

Soon, it will rain, and with impulsive haste, I’ll
Sit at my beloved baby grand and play 
A few tentative light-hearted arpeggios
Followed by a mesmerising, uplifting allegro
But never finish with some sad dirge.

By noon, the weather clears into a soft breeze
And I proceed to have a meal made up
Of my favourite shellfish and rigatoni 
With shredded truffles and a glass of chilled Chablis.

From that terrace, I could see the turbulent sea,
Its waves roll nonchalantly towards the shore,
Rising and falling, always transient
And showering us with a froth of salty spray,
A sweet caress that tastes so pleasant on my lips.

There are so many things that give me pleasure and satisfaction.
And you, Madam?  I still remember your sensitivity. 
Your glossy lips met mine:   It was the best thing I loved.

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