Tendrils Poems | Examples

Lights on the river VIII

Quicksilver tendrils
inlaid rivulets flow through
the inky blackness

The Tendrils of Evil

Shadows linger like tendrils in my mind
Nobody escapes the fingers of death
Rooted in your soul, planted in your being 
Seeing is not always believing, it's deceiving
Captured like a picture, photo of the truth
Manipulated into reality that lies the proof
The entity behind the scenes, conspiring 
Life lived unowned, the robot is tiring
Shadows never shade, shadows of your grave
The tendrils of evil are so well misbehaved
And nothing is all you can do...

The Tendrils in Me

I fall into darkness,  
This reveals my weakness.  
A door opens within me,  
And I encounter a turbulent sea.  

I’m alone in my room,  
There’s a pervasive gloom.  
A displeasure of the heart,  
An ominous start.  

I tell them not to come close,  
For they might see a shrivelled rose.  
I hide in the night,  
Even as I pray for redemption light.

I hear songs,  
Melodious yet unfamiliar tongues.  
I wonder if I’m near Zion’s gate,  
Or if I’m still on the wait.


January 30, 2025.

Tendrils of Hope

I have always envisioned hope as feathers,
thanks to a favorite poet, but as time goes on
and life flies by
I realize that for me, hope has tendrils

As layers of life accumulate,
tendrils of hope climb and grow
when a layer of pain develops
a tendril will sprout

When a loved one spirals and
scars accumulate,
a tendril appears and will
reach for the sky

When a loved one dies
and leaves you to sort
through the ashes of life,
a tendril will shoot forth

When a heart cries out
to the one who created it,
a tendril will reach all the way
to the heart

Tender Tendrils

The tender tendrils spiralling in growth 
     round the stake
The grapevine so weak in structure
Yet the fruit juices makes the weakest
      of men the most valiant in spirit 

Choice of vines adorning the Kings table
Dinner and dinners are graced by their 
       presence.

The blossom of the grapevine
  Is the joy of the winery
  Cellars beckoning for more
Choice wines for the vintage class
The bolster of courage for the faint 
   hearted;
Is the blossom of grapes of a tender
   tendrils.

Zephyr's Silky Tendrils

Curling 
around the house,
the breeze was unfurling,
moving dead leaves in its twirling
fingers, apparently
satisfied with
whirling

The dance
lured the lovers
to come out and romance
under the willow's shadowed trance,
soft whispers of the breeze
inspired their love's
warm glance

Showers
gently fall on
them, even as flowers
bloom open with piquant powers,
they laugh and enjoy love's
passionate few
sweet hours

The soft
zephyr played with
trees in the woods and croft,
with laughter ringing, it does waft
mingling with mild murmurs
of love in skies
aloft

The breeze
lingers to look
at the lovebirds and tease
them with silky tendrils that squeeze,
meandering with ease,
watching o'er them
'mid trees.


05.28.2021

Form: "Heptastich" 
(Syllable count: 2.4.6.8.6.4.2 with rhyme scheme: abaacda)

For Constance La France's ""Z" contest: new or old"

Oh Moons Tendrils

that snake by half dipped clouds
where cold holds its stance
to feel winds tasting treats
In blue black hues
oil slick caught swirls
those ashen veins
that hide between
her slipping glance
and dainty stars
clamour for her might

Tendrils

~~~~Tendrils~~~~

As the plush, white flowering bushes grow,
I feel your arms, like the tendrils, they, crawling stealthily 
All over my awaiting body.

Overcome, with the scent of you, pressing,oh so gently and yet,
I choose your intoxicating self......
Like the soft flowers of of Spring's white flowers,
Their morning dew of eternal you,blesses my chest!

Panagiota Romios
4/15/2019

Romance of Tendrils

Bubbling up the tendrils of the inflamable cups

Filled to the brim with the dense brown odour

Of the maddeningly reddening valentine tulips

Surrender your sonnet to the unbending burglar



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Angelic Tendrils

Angelic Tendrils
by Darren White and Jason Williams (bothboos)

Temporarily posted on  my acount, so I can add audio to it as well as a picture, as soon as our collaboration account is premium, I'll remove it here

 Voice: Jason Williams 

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Angelic tendrils cascade over his twinkling eyes
His lightning green reflect my amazement
He catches my gaze and mimics my wonder
Twinkling resonating in my inner being

Angelic tendrils dancing with his laughter
Tight curls, like ribbons on a gift just for me
The sharpness of his eyes and the curve of his smile
Such a divine combination, a gift that heaven sent

In me he lives, and I in him, far more than just friends
And then I lift him in my arms and carry him away
To a place that is safe, to a place that is warm
And with the soft brushing of lips an eternal love has begun.

His eyes read the thousand words he could not say
My very self in loving thoughts I need not explain
It brings me to where pain has no place
Where our hearts can beat their beat together

Angelic Tendrils

Angelic Tendrils
by Darren White and Jason Williams (bothboos)

Angelic tendrils cascade over his twinkling eyes
His lightning green reflect my amazement
He catches my gaze and mimics my wonder
Twinkling resonating in my inner being

Angelic tendrils dancing with his laughter
Tight curls, like ribbons on a gift just for me
The sharpness of his eyes and the curve of his smile
Such a divine combination, a gift that heaven sent

In me he lives, and I in him, far more than just friends
And then I lift him in my arms and carry him away
To a place that is safe, to a place that is warm
And with the soft brushing of lips an eternal love has begun.

His eyes read the thousand words he could not say
My very self in loving thoughts I need not explain
It brings me to where pain has no place
Where our hearts can beat their beat together

Winding My Tendrils

                      Can you recall seeing me,
      on a country walk perhaps,
winding my tendrils tenderly on a fence?
      I am very tall and grow wild,
            in fields and grasslands found,
and along roads, paths and railroad tracks.
        Tendrils and spikes are my leaves,
           and my flowers are purple trumpets!

                       I crawl and sprawl along.
      Called "Cow Vetches" and cows love me.
I think, I am more beautiful than any Rose!
      I throw my seeds to the wind,
            and they thrive and grow sweetly.
You can find me growing from May to August-
           Stop to admire me but pick me
              and I will die . . . 

_________________________
July 23, 2012


Poetry/Personification/Winding My Tendrils
Copyright Protected, ID 07-835-041-23
All Rights Reserved, 2012, Constance La France 


Submitted to the Standard contest, A Strand (1048)
sponsor, Brian Strand, Judged 01/10/2022

First Place

Black Tendrils

The surf rattled its applause
on a stony shore
White gulls swirled high
over a black stone tower

The clouds ripped across the sky,
the wind sang its song
Before the morning hour,
a woman walked alone

The cold wind blew around her hair,
five tendrils of blackest deed
She walked towards a distant shore,
her darkness will be free

My child she cried, is here today,
we meet below the waves
My child will welcome me,
by Neptune's coral caves

Tendrils of Hope

Refusing to succumb,

to the alluring haze of self-pity,

I refuse to wallow,
in an ocean of regret,

I choose to banish thoughts of despair,

dispelling pain, while tempting joy to emerge from its shielded lair.

I shall sow the seeds of promise,

nourishing well,

the tendrils of hope,

breathing new life into my nights, my days.

I must stand, I will rise, I have to believe,

in a better tomorrow,

not perfect, nor rosy,

yet filled with tidbits of bliss,


as well as with shards of sorrow.

Tendrils of the Heart

A man I met once said to me,
“Love does not fall down from the trees”
A common expression from these parts
When you search with your mind, and not with your heart.

Love should be sought with the inner soul
Not as frost bitten leaves, withered up with cold
Neither rotten fruit, cruelly stabbed by blight
Nor nuts that have ripened, then taken flight.

I think love must grow out like a vine
If the roots are strong, it proceeds to climb
It entwines the heart, crushes trailing fears
Then spreads and stretches with the years.

I do not believe love lies upon the ground
For we would spend our lives hanging upside down 
But if it grew along a vine
It could grip and swing, with hands of time.

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