Motif Poems - Poems about Motif

Memory Motif

In lonesome bouquet laced with lilt of love 
lies embedded the frozen fragrance 
of remote reminiscence, 
enticing the defrosted solitary soul 
to reflect someday the sunshine 
in faded memory motif folded in warm embrace.

Delicate Emotive Motif

“From the debris of desire the essence of 
lost love retrieves the hurt heart” – Quote by Poet 


The glee of love embracing me if ever dies
My heart will feel it depart while it cries
From dire dust of demolished desire I’ll rise     

White Motif

It is really nice
When things in the house are white
It feels warmth and bright.

A Three Note Motif

They called the Willow Bunch
they lurked around the
Ruschello Mio looking to
find jobs. They had skills
to impress and they wished to
work. They sawed wood for the
canteen, They were butchers
and cooks. Saggio the next to
the oldest of the six was seen as "clean and cute"
he had his way with women and often times
found himself in the middle

An Evanescent Life - Xaxa Sonnet

Our life is as evanescent as the 
trumpet flower of the morning glory. 
The merest chapter in the history 
of mankind’s ever compelling story. 
Various serendipitous ramblings 
ultimately contingent ‘on quarry; 
retold to captive audience in tones 
melodious as silver-tongued lory.
Redolent of an evening-scented stock, 
with a crown of wispy hair as hoary, 
we insist

Loss of Motif

The seamless sky called life shined in boundless beauty,
on the rippling breeze flitted a butterfly free,
on its wings I painted lattice of my being,
flowers in the garden bloomed all seasons for me.

The dawning horizon splashed the spectrum of bliss,
as on the wings of dream I was on course to fly,
euphoria took me to realm of

Suspension of Belief

Are lingering sighs, while expressing disbelief
Showing some frustration ere welcome relief,
With sincere, rapt attention to what it entails
Carefully absorbing the minutest of details,
Sometimes with the aid of a silk handkerchief.

Then, too, observing the most foolish mischief
Showing itself in a variety of impetuous motif
Sending one off the straight and narrow rails,
     

Motif and Reason of Things

To the world,
  drives the
  phenomena...
  To the common man,
  the heart demands,
  to the bird the  abyssal
  flight...
  To the poet...,
  All reasons...!

Writing Poetic Motif

With pen in hand I sat, clearly I could visualize
the graphic scene I intended my readers to see.
Each detail was so vivid when I closed my eyes;
a child, happily singing beneath a dogwood tree.

Trying to write the words, my breath was shallow.
How could I describe the curled edges of a leaf.
or the color of soil

Mystique Motif

As the southern wind slides on the satin ambiance,
you sprint in the shimmer of the flushing meadow,
the disheveled hair softly swirling on your face,
designs the ebony lattice of lilting grace alluring.
The blushed face caresses the lone leaf flying enticed,
that’s when love weaves a mystique motif on me.

You glisten in the golden gleam of twilight charisma,
your

Ribbon Motif

My meditating, closed
eyes seek guidance
in ribbon motif.

Exquisite, purposeful box,
glossy-silk embossed,
appears in light.
Prayerfully tossed cares
fill its depth.
A soothing lid,
peacefully slid, adheres.

Ribbons in rapture
dance, pleat, weave -
                       bundling box upwards
     

Motif Mask

Sense a strange pattern here
Observe how sadness cheers


Pain infused with raw nerves
No reason and rhyme serve


Sense that mystic time hurls
A curious pulsing curl


Abrupt as time lost here
A motif pattern steers


No morbid flight to count
Soul journey for the mount


If all but sanity
Comes close to fantasy


Seeker seeks yet to find
A puzzling frame of mind


No devious torture then
To

motif mortal -

a thousand orbs bearing, thus
          connected, all, or put to dust

focused photons press the link
          escaping matter's tacit brink

stretched to ovals, masses bent
          horizon robbed of failed events

to

Birthday Motif

Live from your heart,
Let magic start;
Have a great day,
Style your own play;
Craft then sure art,
Love sums all parts;
Hurl faith and hope,
Sculpt joy you scope!


Be of good cheer,
In any game;
Learn to be you,
With all things due;
Grace fills pulse clear,
Happy lives here;
Start right each day,
Glimpse rainbow rays.




Leon Enriquez
19 December 2015
Singapore

Weaving a Motif

Again you are enslaved by your 
past. The comfort zone.
You were very emotional 
at defining moment.

The mist halts the onslaught 
of unstable pain. Gives 
an excuse to thrive, for
the fallen angel from symphony.

Stitching the drab evening 
with moon’s needles. I will 
not bring the white shroud
to disconnect with plumbago.

Visceral feel. You must find 
out the

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