"captivatingly" poems
Simplicity is so simple that
our mind are not well informed
in it's simple formation.
Simplicity is the ultimate
form of sophistication.
In it there are complexities
and it's quite interwoven.
Beautiful in its form.
It shows us the beauty of
creation telling its own stories
with peculiar history.
Nature is so deep and
captivatingly beautiful.
Intriguing in its own way
and profoundly awesome.
It's amazing how much of
it we really know.
Its so confounding how
many people really comprehends
the principle back of it.
In simplicity nature speaks.
Spirals of things visible are
so complex that it's configuration
and formulas are of simple nature,
only to be deciphered by a simple mind.
The mind of man is sophisticated
and complex but simple.
It's rhythm pulsates within the
intricate formation of the spirit behind it
making it one of the most simple
but not so understood things of nature.
Like a jigsaw puzzle it's sophisticated
complexity is made simple by a sound mind.
The mind has to be disciplined
to decode it's hidden ciphers.
©2018,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
Amazon tribes looked through forested twine
to catch me with sharp sea creature needles
streaming through air currents to soak into my behind
and they brought me back to be one of their people
gold leopard spreads paw fingers to scratch the earth
and green twisted vine latches rock to wood
I have danced with fish among the surf
in mountainous shadows have I stood
weather so damp you breathe inside out
feet have become greedy eyes drinking the ground
salty skin seems to constantly pout
I am technically captive but feeling unwound.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
and his voice is melodic to me
captivatingly beautiful
like music
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
a dance, a waltz
captivatingly intense
like a dice being thrown
and the adrenaline of expense
what's more enthralling
to the onlooker's eye
than the blood red streamers
shooting up to the sky?
and what's on the mind
of a mad, callused arsonist's
other than the pleasure
of an embrace of a goddess?
my friend, its the chaos
and the rush of the game
its the sting of her arms
wrapping round once again
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 10:00 PM UTC
When's the last time we discussed your beauty?
Taboo the way beautiful lays itself across the strength of a mans character
but you are
Stunningly, captivatingly beautiful
& Its not your chiseled arms
or your abs
its you
Its the way
wait...
Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?
That your beauty keeps me talking
how talking keeps me off track
but in line
and tracing circles
around your eyebrows
across your lips
down your back
Have I ever told you that you're my best friend?
That there is a joy in seeing your face after a long day
dinner tastes better on those days
and I sleep more soundly
Have I ever told you that you are worth it?
That God loves you
That he sent me to remind you
that you're beautiful
Have I ever described how comforting your laugh is?
The way it tickles me
and allows me to keep a pinch of it in my pocket
to sprinkle on me and around me
on days you are on my mind but not around me
If I never have, then with these words I always will!
Poems live forever and your beauty, well...
Its timeless
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
Copper coil,
Condensed candy,
Ceding comfort,
cotton,
candy,
clouds.
Cyclical contentment,
Cool convenience,
Captivatingly casual.
Cotton.
Candy.
Clouds.
Clean conclusion,
Cheerless continuation,
Cultivating casualties.
COTTON!
CANDY!
CLOUDS!
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 12:50 AM UTC
The fragments of the sumptuous
thirty-plus
have been dispersed about me
These shards, not merely placed
here accidentally, rather having found
their way through
the hands of one who would have
them for a night
then repudiate them.
That’s how it would seem
to the hordes of eyes
who’s business goes unattended
for that sole reason.
Now it is my duty to live
with a title others who
bear the plague of
an unburdened
dangling protuberance
as a prerogative of the captivatingly covetable.
Through those very eyes
they exert themselves to live
vicariously through
your eyes.
How foolish are the feeble minded.
to so easily set out
on a self cataclysmic odyssey.
When viewed from the eyes of
the sumptuous thirty-plus
the perspective have been
effectively skewed.
The acclaim you were once
engrossed in has altered.
Transmutation has taken effect.
Soon the communal cogitation of the multitudes
will subsume
the feeble minded
Thus creating only one
possibly point of terminus:
solitary confinement.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:03 AM UTC
what a terrifying and illogical extreme
to love someone without fear
the girl of your wildest dreams
who you may never be able to hold dear
for she does not know you exist
she does not know of your love
she sees the world with closed fists
and heart is empty of
she may never accept what you have
even if it does shine ever so bright
to her you are only a young lad
yet you know you are a lad with some fight
you were never limited by a clock
or what was known to be acceptable
stronger than a diamond in a rock
even if your ending would be quite terrible
she never digs for your treasure
for in her tower she kept waiting
no matter how grand your gesture
she still needs some wall breaking
still you love her with a love so pure
illogical, terrifying, fearless
captivatingly obscure
you will forever love her the fiercest
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
Have you ever noticed how the stars disappear when you're surrounded by city lights?
Stars, millions of light years away, so vibrant and illuminating that we can still see them, even though they're far away.
But when man-made light, so weak and dull when compared to the light of the stars, is cast where you are standing, the faint light seems to blot out the majestic stars.
Why is that?
People are like that too. Some with this inner light, so captivatingly beautiful, it's as if you can see their light from miles away.
But most of the time, people will dark hearts and dull light when placed beside the wonderful inner light, seem to outshine those that should be taking everyone's breath away.
Yet, even the light of the stars isn't enough.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
Sometimes I just like to
Turn the lights off,
Shut my door, from the outside world
and Lie down facing up,
When I’m like this,
My heart feels in peace,
My mind doesn’t wander into space,
and I feel like I’m laying on a cloud, on a sunny day.
I can hear the breeze outside,
Knocking on my window.
I know the outside world is only one wall away,
But for now, I let my worries wait at my doorstep,
In the darkness,
For once I feel safe.
Inside these four walls,
I feel invincible,
I feel invisible,
I’m untouchable,
In the dark,
I Reveal my secrets.
And as the earth stands still,
I play my guitar, and let the sound take me away,
Oh, the world,
So captivatingly beautiful,
yet for some, it’s our biggest fear,
this is why sometimes I like to step out of it for a moment,
To keep my sanity,
for the years ahead.
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC
Hot passion
You are stunning, fantastically breathtakingly beautiful, the only unique sample of the true, pure form of beauty. You are the hottest, sexiest topic about the beauty of which it is impossible to stop talking, so beautiful that you want to sing out of love for you, the girl from whom it is impossible to take your eyes off. So amazingly beautiful, perfect, ****** hot, passionately savory, juicy forms, your divinely beautiful, endlessly, stunning beautiful, seductive body sound so captivatingly beautiful, sweet, gently voluptuous. Who wants to caress and caress, kiss, lick, stick to intimate places, and give your tenderness with your hands, and bring to ****** with affection to feel the heat and tremor of your heated body, and kiss a satisfied body. Each cell of the soul and body is supremely filled with only you, love and excitement. Truly I am thirsty to belong only to you and to spend all of eternity only with you alone.
Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 11:09 AM UTC
Reading over text notes of biology,
or psychology,
or whatever it is that I’m studying,
the definitions come out almost indefinitely when I hear the key word.
As if my brain automatically attaches
the word to its definition.
When I first saw the grin spread across your face,
when you laughed at how I stumbled upon my words,
I felt something so captivatingly strong,
that I swear I forgot how to breathe.
A body movement so simple that it’s done involuntarily.
Over the past year that we’ve known each other,
I expected my heart to become accustomed to the way
that the blue in your eyes looks when you smile.
Yet last night,
I found myself drawing the crinkles next to your eyes,
onto the flesh of my thigh,
while I was falling asleep.
I woke up the next day with the image
imprinted
into my skin.
Reading over our texts about friends,
or family,
or whatever it is that we were talking about,
the definition of love comes out hearing you speak.
As if my brain automatically attaches
the word content
to you.
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC
The burn upon your back
Oh, I remember it well
The shriek passed through your lips
The awful, gastly smell
Why I ever put it there
That I do not know
Far too gone my mind was
I should not have let go
His words were dipped in honey
His smile captivatingly sharp
He kept the knowledge which I craved
He snuck into my heart
He drove my thoughts of you away
Seduced me with his charm
I danced his tune
Performed his art
Made his puppet
Played the part
How I wish for nights turned back
How I want for only their change
For if dreams could turn reality
This path would not lead to shame
Alas, the Guilty cannot rise to fame
The Bitter cannot hide from pain
We all work to beat this game
None are blameless in this quest for change
Yet minds still sharp and full of wit
Will rise against the hellish pit
Can bring an end to it all
Stop gods and masters standing tall
Fight against the rising tide
Prove that we are still alive
Have His plans brought to the grave
Take home back and save the day
For whether you're safe or whether your not
You won't allow our friends to rot
Don't show me why I love you still
Don't make this burning pain too real
Never to think of what you lost
While we weep for what it cost
Should have been me to take the blame
But then, you and I are just the same
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
Oliver's smiley eyes are captivatingly beautiful,
It was amazing not because of its cuteness,
But because of the words they hold WITHIN.
Oliver is one in a million,
He has a warm kindered heart,
A cheerful spirit and a pleasing soul.
Oliver has an overabundent love,
A type of love which is unexplainable,
To those who have, yet to experience it.
Oliver, we will live without worry,
Never angry, slow to judge, and
Graduate together with full of love.
Just like peacful as a dove,
Oliver is a love.
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 8:11 PM UTC
Art pictured in motion, walking elegance.
Words you give life, monocle syllables
Beauty captivatingly imprinted, portraits stared.
Words gliding from your Cherrie lips, mesmerizingly eloquent
Intoxicated my heart listening, convinced by its eloquence
You my wish granted, an answered prayer.
Boastful our love drenched in splendour, Our love grandiloquent
I loved you in past lives, Aphrodite seems envious.
Saving Grace, pulled my soul from despair.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
I was becoming obsessed with your rich
coastlines of silky, satisfying love, glorious
visions and inspirations, sparkling moonbeams
magnifying in the midnight mansions of our souls,
such pleasurable kisses and touches synchronizing
together, melting into wild rhymes of flaming
fascinations, vibrating waves escalating
into heightened frequencies, bringing me
into the brightest realms beyond your physical
existence. You were an endless harmony
strumming on my heart, dividing space
and time, guiding me towards the illumination
of celestial Neptune, effervescent Venus,
jubilant Jupiter, swirling into the rings
of sassy Saturn, wrapped in your rapturous
seabreeze, within your sight and mind,
within your body and soul, your exploding
and rainbow poetry a flowing motion
of romance running deeply in my bloodstream.
I craved the calmness of your wind, your eternal
warmth, how you dazzled me with your
burning bright sparkle, basking in
your slow sensual seas as your handsomeness
echoed in the horizon, dancing delightfully
in my eardrum, speaking to me, humming
to me, how your mesmeric eyes drew me
into your burning flame, into the pure
brightness of your paradise, enmeshed
in your fiery furnace of erupting ecstasy.
I was so lost in your enticing, passionate
planet, my whole world seeping into yours,
becoming more amazed by your powerful
magnetism, your electrostatic majesty,
an authentic quintessence of ultimate
tranquility, breathtakingly savory,
your unblemished arms and hands
so tenderly gratifying, your captivatingly
swelling chests, your hard and amatory abs,
your voluptuous soft thighs, knees, and ankles,
all giving me vividly, heated excitement.
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
The cascades of rain fall silently outside my window.
The lights are off, music is playing, and it is peaceful.
I think back to the time I felt true peace.
When my mind was silent and my heart was full.
I believe I was a small child, around 5.
My grandmother was sewing in the little room at the back of the house.
I was coloring and writing stories of the future I wished to behold.
I had no further inclinations that she might fall into a deep sleep and never wake up.
I believed she was immortal because she never changed.
Though she wasn't societies idea of pretty, I found her captivatingly beautiful.
Her light blonde hair which I too possessed, was a gift only we shared.
Her luminescent blue eyes were the same for me as well.
We watched tales of princesses and their matching princes.
We performed plays that I wrote.
We sang along to Elvis and Sinatra.
We shared tales of school and her early life.
I wanted to live like that forever.
Always together and smiling.
Laughing and playing.
Loving each day as it was given to us.
I will never forget those days blanketed in warm sunshine, especially in the cascades of rain.
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC