"enamor" poems
Those eyes
Those bewitching eyes
Enamor me no end
Aqua cool
They tug at my soul
In their depth I blend
Besotted by them, I am
They leave me in a jam
My emotions I can’t mend
Crimson is her hue
The eyes, aqua blue
I guess that’s the trend
If I confuse you
You should see her too
You will comprehend
If I had eyes like those
You too would drift from prose
As I did for this Twitter friend
If I were another man
I’d have a different plan
To be forever content!
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
I am from the seasons
That never ends
They repeat their memories
Repeating them selves
Dead branches white snow
Blue sky the sun’s glow
Red leaves the winds blow
Green grass the river’s flow
These bewitching seasons enamor me no end
Memories tug at my soul
In their depth I blend
Besotted by seasons I am
They leave me in jam
Clocks turn, Seasons change
Memories and moments one can’t exchange
Accepting each season
Approaching each moment
I breathe in cold frigid air
And exhale warm clouds
Seasons are happy
Seasons are sad
Seasons are beautifully mad
I am from the seasons
That never ends
They repeat their memories
Repeating themselves.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Captured me with your presence.
Bound me by your grace.
Entice me with your pleasure.
Intoxicate me with your scent.
Spread your limbs across my face
indulge in your flavor
enamor me with the taste
Let me savor every drop
not a single drop wasted
most delicious thing ever tasted
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 7:10 PM UTC
Dear Depression,
I see you. We all see you. You're not very avoidable. Those slivers of light you try to enamor us with. How death seems so delicate when we talk of flowers and restful slumber- for all eternity. What the lights do not show; a grotesque, scaled abomination with a gluttonous appetite for happiness and life. I can't let you gnaw on anymore souls to leave nothing, but sunken eyes and bones. They do not belong to you nor were they yours to take. You're not welcome in the mind's of my friend's and family. Life is welcome in their heart's where joy can still be found. Don't find yourself slithering down our throat's anymore, in the empty stomachs or scars we have. The thoughts we think when you entice us are dangerous. You stole her. You stole him. You stole me. I can't recognize the stoic, numbed faces I gaze upon. You undo any progress ever done.
It's been so long since, I've heard them laugh or flashed a smile I meant. Still, your might looms over as you admire the damage you've caused. Next, feeling the audacity to sneer when we weep. Depression, you're a monster who causes nothing, but suffering. Those tears are not your's to season hopelessness with. You make the covers seem like the most comfortable coffin, you make our skin look as if we've fought thousands of wars. The sun an inconvenience with the days in reverse. We've tried to compromise, you are no friend. Just a foe.
Depression, there are so many things I want to do to you. You break my heart when all your captors don't believe they are worthy of love, but they are the ones I love most. I will break you like, you've broken us. My bare hands would reach into your chest, ripping the lungs out; stomp on them to preventing future sufferers. I would crush your heart in the palms of my hand's- praying for the sickness and terror to end. These innocent people you've robbed of life, love, happiness, opportunity and a soul. Will have their revenge. Your blood covers our skin and we bathe in the warmth of redemption as our thought's belong to us once more. We let the pain held inside escape our sutured lips, begging your soul to ascend back into the abyss never to return. Your bones are mine to assemble a castle for the broken to heal. Your skull resembles a crown honoring those who had given into the temptations of surrendering. We honor them.
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 9:29 AM UTC
604
Unto my Books—so good to turn—
Far ends of tired Days—
It half endears the Abstinence—
And Pain—is missed—in Praise—
As Flavors—cheer ******** Guests
With Banquettings to be—
So Spices—stimulate the time
Till my small Library—
It may be Wilderness—without—
Far feet of failing Men—
But Holiday—excludes the night—
And it is Bells—within—
I thank these Kinsmen of the Shelf—
Their Countenances Kid
Enamor—in Prospective—
And satisfy—obtained—
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**I want a home without walls -
I want the prison of your fierce embrace
One of us hears pretty lies,
the other swears they're true..
One of us measures time
in wrinkles, lines and sags.
The other quantifies
with kisses, laughs and shags.
One of us in the mirror
sees a sorry story.
The other only beauty
there, splendid in its glory
Thoughts enamor me no end
they tug at my soul
In their depth i blend.**
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 4:12 AM UTC
Captured me with your presence,
Bound me by your grace.
Entice me with your pleasure,
Intoxicate me with your scent.
Spread your limbs across my face,
Indulge in your flavor,
Enamor me with the taste.
Let me savor every drop,
Not a single drop wasted—
The most delicious thing ever tasted.
Jul 31, 2024
Jul 31, 2024 at 9:52 PM UTC
Verse 1:
The one that I long for,
The malady for which my heart ails,
You’re an infectious boil inflaming my very soul.
A toxic love slowly consumes my eyes,
Where have you gone, I’ve been blinded by the truth.
The butterflies of my youth have collapsed into naught.
The Universe weeps to me in her legion tears of the stars;
She sings to me a requiem of an unrequited love.
I have faith that you’re out there, my orchid of blossoming love,
I want to feel you effloresce as golden thread connects our souls.
Chorus:
The boon of my youth, has He veiled me in ebony wings?
Has the moon abandoned the sanctity of an everlasting youth?
Please glimmer upon me,” I long to set you free!”
There is a divine vessel inside of me, oh, He longs for a sacred love.
Verse 2:
I know that Gaia, that beauteous and earthen Goddess;
She smiles down upon me as I quiver beneath the Earth.
I’ve retreated to the underworld and there are clouds beneath the ground,
They take the form of a lover whose face I cannot make out.
The heavens have been concealed from me and I fear that I’ve been deceived;
Is it wrong to wish upon a star for someone to enamor me?
Chorus:
The boon of my early years, has He veiled me in ebony wings?
Has the moon abandoned the sanctity of an everlasting youth?
Please glimmer upon me,” I long to set you free!”
There is a divine vessel inside of me;
He longs for a sacred love.
Bridge:
I pray that iridescence will envelop my weary soul,
Maybe cosmic glitter will fall upon tired skin.
My body is immaterial; I sweat and cry tears of blood.
Maybe tribulation will flourish into love.
The cosmos lies inside me and my heart is shining blue,
It shall illuminate the pathways that will lead me to your heart.
Chorus:
The boon of my early years, has He veiled me in ebony wings?
Has the moon abandoned the sanctity of an everlasting youth?
Please glimmer upon me,” I long to set you free!”
There is a divine vessel inside of me;
He longs for a sacred love.
Apr 6, 2012
Apr 6, 2012 at 3:08 AM UTC
1490
The Face in evanescence lain
Is more distinct than ours—
And ours surrendered for its sake
As Capsules are for Flower’s—
Or is it the confiding sheen
Dissenting to enamor us
Of Detriment divine?
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When you know you are aloof and alone
And no one is there to give you strife
Tears are the only pearls by your side
And you don’t have a hand to wipe.
You look for a familiar stiff shoulder
But you could find it nowhere
Neither one who counts for this then
And your life has done the steer.
Those are times when even your shadow
Leaves your side and disappear in the dark
You feel you’re in despair and lost all hope
And even some happiness doesn’t give you spark.
Just because at times we are
Not with them we crave for
And we always mourn for their return
For its all our heart enamor.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
355
’Tis Opposites—entice—
Deformed Men—ponder Grace—
Bright fires—the Blanketless—
The Lost—Day’s face—
The Blind—esteem it be
Enough Estate—to see—
The Captive—strangles new—
For deeming—Beggars—play—
To lack—enamor Thee—
Tho’ the Divinity—
Be only
Me—
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And I'm not ready to have you...
touch me
hold me
enamor me
because once I do,
Once I let you in
I don't think that I will
ever be able to let go,
To let you leave me.
As leaving is inevitable.
-Indigo Morrison
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
1310
The Notice that is called the Spring
Is but a month from here—
Put up my Heart thy Hoary work
And take a Rosy Chair.
Not any House the Flowers keep—
The Birds enamor Care—
Our salary the longest Day
Is nothing but a Bier.
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A lascivious flavor now in season of moon
together, dot the beach
with this underlying nonchalance
only has belief in destiny
that our harmony such enrapture
now endeavor then enamor
emancipated lure in a gaze redeeming light.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
Perhaps I should take blame for
not laying specifics.
Or perhaps, for not in the moment
doubting her loyalty and
intervening.
In the game of dares,
she to kiss another, and,
regardless of gender,
not me.
I had said before,
"our physical embraces
and emotional turmoil
boiled into heated enamor
stays in our love, our bond,
our tie."
I believed honestly that she
would be wise enough
or calm enough
to say "No, I refuse it."
I believed she loved me enough to
know the boundary is real
and that when I said, "No",
I lacked sarcasm.
Or, I was not open enough to
list the specifics of what not
to do
and instead left too much open
to her imagination.
In that moment,
as the group of friends were amazed
at her polyamorous behavior
lubricated with *****
the fog of the mind,
and they laughed and
sent cheers outward,
I burned into the deepest rage humanly possible.
For that split second,
I debated leaving the party:
but, I was drunk, and the drive wasn't worth
such risk.
I debated yelling:
but it was her party to lead, not mine to destroy.
Instead, I sat in self-loathing,
hating myself so purely, but
I couldn't bring myself to be mad at her,
I don't think.
Again, the fog was floating.
I wanted to explode,
but instead imploded.
I wished for nothing but
to leave, to drink more to forget,
but instead I sit in rest
without sleep, concentration, peace,
but instead sit in pure hatred:
of what? Not her, not the girl,
but myself, for not doing enough,
not mattering enough.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
Dear Venus of my Heart,
The Solstice of blue, once flourishing with fiery flowers red, the petals of our garden froze. The chimney of our cabin of dreams, ambitious as Alexander's attainments, pops with the fog of the remnants of heat. We used to defy the now frozen roaring raging river of time and drink from the abstract notion of forever. For me, it felt like years embracing the elation of our entangled hearts, despite the days that went by. But reality is a grey mirror, and, in a hoard of wretched ways, I wronged you. Our Ecstasy, even extremely enlivening, was fleeting in behalf of my secret despair.
Imagine I a long-lasting love, a motto that guards me of any break. An unpierceable vowel, a couple for life, to live like lions loyal, bold and courageous yet entwined. So, to pour my emotions akin to the biblical flood and undergo an Ophelia, or even a Mimì, to subversion it distresses me. The motivations of mine may map me as an adamant, but I am a romantic, a believer of one true love. I just worry my machine shall yield to the snap of the edge and the ever yearly youthful yearning of restless consummation repels me. While passion is the feeling of the flesh, love is the feeling of the soul; one mate shall be fate. And my soul longs for you in spite of the lonely length that loosens our bonds.
Thus, out of my outrageous offense, I repent. I lament my vanity, this vividly voracious scruple of kissing way before and tragically after the priest's last words without a care for the bride. I apologize for this erroneous early enamor and the ceaseless insistence to the raw departure, leaving echoes of you in pictures of us. But now alas is time for my final parting, to let go because move on I shall. Heart breaks for heart's sake.
Forever and always,
H
PS: The fog shrouded our cabin of dreams. I feared going back to our place. But doubt no longer clouds my view, so I cleared the mist. Still, the chimney's black stains cannot be cleaned. Hope for this house rests on its grave. However, a new home is just around the corner. It is up to you to build it with me. I will be waiting.
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 3:22 PM UTC
to the one i have loved:
How do i put this eloquently?
how could my best friend, my baby,
cast me away so easily?
as if I meant nothing, all along
you smelled out my vulnerability and capitalized,
but your touch and kind words,
how could you fake them?
with such a serious vehemence
in which my intrigue grew to enamor?
I can't bring myself to admit the illusion,
the delusion,
but how else do you explain
the insignificance that brought me this pain?
you may be but i am not
stoic, i am full of nerves like a funny bone or sensitive tooth, and i wear them openly and freely,
you may see this as my weakness but it is my greatest strength,
to let myself feel what i may and know that those emotions are okay
to feel the world the way i see it and let people in
I know i made mistakes, i am human, am i not?
yet here is the delusion: did you expect me to be perfect? visions of a perfect love with understanding and support, tucked in the country side with a dog and someday a little boy or girl?
I had them too. Before you told me you could imagine a life with me.
and I took that to heart.
But never mind the past, it cannot be undone, although intense longing and plea for answers besets, i know this is for the best, i trust that you did me a favor in the long run. I am much too strong of a woman .
So my darling, goodnight and i wish you well
But i want you to know, just my sentient:
you will hold a piece of me no one had touched, even if i was your way of forgetting an even greater love,
i just wish that love could have been me.
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC
What we had didn't matter to me.
Didn't mean anything to me.
Without you I feel free.
Your touch of my skin didn't make me feel.
Because I knew it wasn't real.
You're nothing to me.
The words you said didn't captivate me.
Enamor me.
It was just an act,
I'm sure you'll agree.
You were just a game to play.
A heart to betray.
You're worthless to me.
You're a ghost to me.
At most you'd be,
nothing more than
a mind to ****
A stupid schmuck.
Sorry.
Sorry.
I just needed to lie for a second.
Because my lies are your realties.
I'm done with the formalities.
It hurts. Because I cared and shared
all that was the mess of me with
somebody as unworthy as you
because I thought I knew
who you were and your intent with my heart.
I should've seen from the get that I was
just another
twit you could mold and fool.
I'm sorry.
I just need to lie again.
For a moment.
I'm fine now.
I'm strong now.
It doesn't hurt.
I'm moving on.
I'm better off.
I feel alive.
I'll be okay.
Sorry.
Sorry.
I just need to lie for a second.
I'm glad we had it.
I don't regret it.
I'm glad I opened up.
I'm glad I shared my trust.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Sorry for the lies.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 12:57 AM UTC
I wish we started with tears
For becoming strangers
and no longer knowing the rhythm of the other's heart
And moved to angry rants
Spewing brand new feelings of hatred
Though we're not sure where they came from
Progressing to the closeness of intertwined bodies
Always feeling the cadence of one another
To being so in love
That the thought of the other makes you flush with enamor
Moving then to late night talks
About life and the universe
And flowers and chocolate
Because what's more cliché?
Then to sweet love
Shown through holding sweaty hands
And wanting to spend every moment in contact
Then gradually spreading apart
Becoming tentative but appreciating every time you touch
Swallowing every word you ever said to them
And letting theirs drain from your ears
So that you drift safely away from each other
I wish we started with tears
And ended with "Hi, nice to meet you."
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
Gone is the love
Which held us together
Gone is the glue
That bonded us forever
Too many words have been exchanged
My heart can't take any more
My soul is dead inside
How did this become so deranged?
The enamor faded from your eyes
No longer do I have my soul mate
Tuning me out with the radio
Stifling my heart-wrenching cries
Insults fly at me from every direction
Blindsided in the most unthinkable way
So numb inside that I don't know if I am alive
Praying so deeply for a resurrection
Wanting to go back in time
Erase all the memories and all the pain
Go back and prevent our first meeting
Wishing I never had known this love that was once mine
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
a Let enamor search me,
should I render?
b Anytime I might collapse,
tell me when
a My expectations should
not be hinder
b I can tell you someday
he will come then
c Love make tricks and
teaches us lessons
d Like life never lose us
hope to hold on
c Someday, he can search
me with great reasons
d And that reasons will
come anytime soon
e I should just listen to
schmaltz with heart
f Patience will prevail and
that I must wait
e It’s unpredictable like
playing dart
f But I know in my heart
he will be bait
g Just enjoy the flow,
waves are still tuning
g And I will join them
with heart rejoicing
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC
Your hair is long and beautiful.
In all its darkness second to none and just a pinch of pure gold, seasoned perfectly to taste.
If it is not that then it is easily the ballerina of your finger dancing graciously around each strand in perfect harmony with the vibrations of the universe but only you and I know that you do this when you are deep in thought.
And I know to watch silently as a masterpiece is being created.
I look up at your eyes and I am quickly reminded of our first date, but I often remember it wrong, so maybe you can help me.
Sometimes I see a luscious field of green and the fresh soil through which our romance bloomed and in others, I see the universe, stars, and galaxies locked behind them of which mankind has yet to discover.
So etch my name in history once more for being the first man to float peacefully among your stratosphere.
In my enamor, I greatly appreciate your existence and for everything we have said and done to bring us to this exact moment.
At this moment, in your eyes and the poise of your hair, I am reminded of the stories we have yet to tell, and here’s to hoping that you will always be there to tell them with me.
Because you always had this enthusiasm for well-told stories and it would not be the same any other way.
May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 10:50 AM UTC
from where's bloods coming going
(hearts to hands)
flowing clearly imagined
into letters crisp
and words immutable
they (blushing
and sundered) enamor
warmly gushing
rills and rivers consuming
the mind sharpest
and soul firmest set planted
roots down
into niggling deepness
they blossom
(those words febrile
and haught)
in my body's heart
(and i pluck
seeds from their small strong
buds blooming
and i plant them in your body's heart)
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 3:22 PM UTC
*One night, while watching
a swam of glowworms,
in silence,
I felt
they sold this idea-
to me so quick:
"Think all you have to offer
this world, is just a drop of blue light
in few faint, repeated winks;
stich it in the dark gown
of night artistically at the earliest.
your passion is enough to enamor
the world, it would look at you
wide- eyed.
even if you vanish soon
you'll leave with a smile of fulfillment"
that ethereal sight, electrified my mind;
pulsating blue light speaking to the
starlit night, making it take note.
but turning around, I find them
gone already. Brief, but,
how could one forget?*
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
the big fat bus
with the big fat yellow bootay
soon
began to see
steam billowing
out
from under her
big fat yellow hood.
so trembling,
and idling rough
she pulled into the first stop,
a rough-looking roadhouse
to set a while and cool off.
sidling up next to
a brand new big shiny
new tour bus,
she
rather pleased,
for he,
was a
sweet lookin',
and kinda handsome lookin',
kinda thing,
till he opened his mouth.
reminded immediately
of an old song,
her enamor
did not last long.
"when i need something to help me unwind
i find a six foot baby with a one track mind.
smart guys are nowhere
they make demands
just give me a *****
with talented hands.
i go bar hopping
and they say last call.
i start shopping for a
neaderthal.
i like em big and stupid
i like em big and real dumb.”
ah that Julie Brown…
there’s a girl who knows how to belt ‘em out!
she cast a furtive glance
at Mr. Oh SO Brand New Bus
the big galoop,
waiting for his load,
when out of that rough
roadhouse spilled,
THE drunkest,
MOST obnoxious,
herd of redneck cowboys,
she had ever seen
or would care to ever
see again.
hootin' and hollerin'
shootin' off their guns,
just narrowly missing
her big fat yellow face.
a shovin' and a punchin'
blood flying here and there,
sounds of a cracking
bone or two.
shaking her bumper gently
from side to side,
quietly eased she,
her way
back on to the throughway.
and off she shot!
into the night!
pedal to the metal!
like a bat out of hell!
another
romantic fantasy disaster
narrowly
averted!
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC