Short Ensnares Poems
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No one else compares
To the man who oft ensnares
My own heart and soul
With the power of his soul,
Always making me feel whole.
The story
Ensnares..
Identification in
The telling may
Remain..
Or it may not
When story
Appears as
Story...
Sured my inclination
To goad trapper's ware
For I seek to be strung
By the trap that ensnares
If only to acquaint
With a pardoner's air
Thee whom unwittingly
Summoned my dare
Eyes
This is where the story
starts and ends
and where my fear begins
My steps upon the stair
halted concrete around foot ensnares
Around the bottom step
evil makes it way
And once more my screams announce the day
Prancing through the sea
I play in the tide,
carefree and viral;
Internal compass,
no net ensnares me;
Dancing my way
unique gestures;
In sync currents,
I’ll never lose;
Sweet soft steps,
a swan dive
all at once;
Feral
daydreams
glide.
Adorned by crimson attire
Fangs bared a woman skulks
her designated target
engraved within her mind
though the framework of her bones
ensnares the prey of which she seeks
the universal populace
she yearns to vitiate
by way of the libidinous tones
radiating from betwixt her lips
Tending anger’s
raging garden
seeds lie
burnt and dire
Each fiery breath
a vine ensnares
with thorns
of bloody ire
Tending anger’s
furrowed hate
with vehement
acclaim
A tirade lost
within the rows
of dark
— unending pain
(The New Room: December, 2024)
Lavender answers tens of curiosities.
Loosens the distressed air that ensnares joys.
Lays down burdens,
lifting capsized brains.
Lowers sleepless moods, returning dreams.
Licks away seething spirits armed with calamitous seeds.
Lean close to its essence as an insatiable lover does.
The balance will never go down
Account holders shall only frown
Visa and Master
Card decks fill with laughter
While consumers toil as the clown
Author's note: The rates they charge and the time it takes to pay off revolving credit ensnares the naive and the desperate. It is part of a plan.
Satiny softness surrounds me as your touch
ensnares me in ardent, consuming passion
for which there is no exultation too much.
I desire no respite, escape, dispassion
as I am your unrelenting paramour
offering a safe harbor for you to moor.
Stay with me upon this sea of ecstasy
and we shall conceive our lasting legacy.
BENEVOLENT HIS CHARMS
PROMISING NO HARM
SEARCHING FOR HIS LAMB
DEATH IN HIS GRIPPING KISS
SLANDERER OF SOULS
SCYTHE AT HIS SIDE
REAPING WHAT IS YET TO BE SOWN
DRAGGING IT DOWN INTO ABYSS
BEATTY EYES LIKE BLACK POOLS
HIS SMILE ENSNARES
THE OMEN OF EVIL
HUNTING HIS PREY
LURED INTO THE GRAVE
A BECKONING CONCLAVE
MURDEROUS IN ARDOR
SUMPTUOUS ETERNITY
We all have that little thing,
Something we can't do without,
For me it's music.
My silly, little addiction.
Without it,
I would go insane.
Just a simple beat,
Ensnares me.
I become transfixed.
If I wish, I can sit quietly,
Admiring the classical melodies
Or rap with Eminem.
Depending on my mood.
Happy, sad or angry,
There's always something
I can relate to.
Pure
Ambition
Seeks
Serenity
I
Own
Nostalgic night
Passion
And
Shame
Shimmers
I
Own
Negativity - no, positivity
Peace
And
Sheltering hope
Soon to be kingdom will come
I
Own
Nostalgic night
Practically,
Aim for optimism that joyfully ensnares us so
Swim in rivers of love
Swim in rivers of adoration
I
Own
Negativity - no, it’s a vanity...I own Eternity
(So, keep your peace
During chaotic times)
have you had a chance to meet Lady Despair?
have you seen her grin at you
as she devours all your dreams and hopes?
has she opened wide her arms to embrace
your warmth leaving you forlorn?
has she beckoned seductively as she
stands on the path to despondency?
has she flirted with you
assuring you of her dependency?
have you fallen in love with Lady Despair;
trusting her, meeting her, loving her
as she greedily ensnares your soul?
The violin plays her song
Melancholy will sing through the night
those who stay the night there.
wear sad faces;
but the tune is too catchy to get out of your head.
It
fills you
surrounds you
ensnares you,
the notes cling in your vocal chords
waiting.
Won't be
coughed up
thrown up
ever.
They are in you, she is in you--Melancholy.
And she wanders along with a smile
wondering
when you too will begin
to sing along.
When what I wrote is hard to read,
the crowd goes, Whoa, not touching that.
Perhaps someone should intercede
to edit out the ghoulish splat.
It’s not clear why my mind goes there;
the childhood fever might be it.
My mother often voiced despair,
but I prefer macabre wit.
Beneath calm seas, menacing kelp
ensnares the otter fleeing Jaws.
My wife’s convinced I should seek help
to find the underlying cause.
Though I in earnest sometimes try,
the animals just seem to die.