"enthrals" poems
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction:
An erring lace which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher:
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbons to flow confusedly:
A winning wave (deserving note)
In the tempestuous petticoat:
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I see a wild civility:
Do more bewitch me than when art
Is too precise in every part.
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Fingers type aggressively into the night as I stare at the screen of my phone.
A group debate about whether or not applying deodorant to your ****** will stop the chronic itching is being played out
We all smile and laugh.
For the record, it totally will.
The discussion of memes enthrals my mind as I relax into the cotton comforter.
The feeling of satisfaction travels through my veins as I embrace the friendship I have and the light, playful conversation taking place.
Anxiety and paranoia settle in and take their well worn places in my mind.
Like icy blue dragons, they curl around my thoughts, just waiting for these people who will soon be irrelevant to leave me.
The words they type about Harambe have no meaning
But the words they think about what I say in return imprison me.
Fear of abandonment creeps in as I swirl the aspects of my personality into a hue that will convince them not to drop me in a ditch.
I know, not because I’m afraid, but because I’ve seen it happen, that my trust in them will be burned to ashes eventually and I’ll be yet
Another traitor to the fragile glass of friendships that we all hold together.
Just waiting for them to use my insecurities against me like a time bomb ticking
Ticking
Ticking in my ear.
And I can’t see the timer.
But I laugh along.
And send a relevant emoji.
They laugh at my jokes and I can’t stop thinking about how soon enough they’ll be laughing at
Me.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
please do not look at me
so the butterflies in my stomach stop fluttering so achingly
please do not laugh with me
so your boyish grin does not find its way to my twilight dreams
please do not speak to me
so your winsome words are not all i hear in the summer daze
please do not care for me
so i do not believe you'll be there when i need someone in the dark of night
but instead,
please walk away from me
so i will get used to how it feels when you leave
please ignore me
so i forget the beautiful mind of yours that enthrals me
please be truthful to me, show me you don't care
so i know i am of no significance among the people in your life
please, break my heart already
so i have a reason to believe you will never be mine
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
A pebble to a mountain;
from waterfall to the sea;
What a beauty of nature,
we have obtained just for free.
Fragrance of flowers,
buzzing of the bees;
Glistening of snow,
mystical sight of horizon.
Our Earth,itself is a heaven;
Angels are the birds,
Brownies are the animals of sizes,
We on the earth is the real magic.
But far from our world,lies this;
No fracas, no false decoration,
Gift of God is just so different than what we have made it.
So enthusiastic, eye treat,
no ******* full of greenary.
Enthrals you, captivates you in its purity.
Wow, the nature is so natural.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC
To be ginger in a heatwave
is to know that a surfeit of energy
that enthrals the populace
has consequence
Like any addict with an allergy
landed on a thing they love
you learn to skirt and sample
knowing sickness follows
The uninitiated will gorge and fall
swearing off the juice for good
and withdrawing a raised voice
which is bad
Pace yourselves for the longness
of an unexpected summer
so that when winter hits
we continue to burn
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 12:04 PM UTC
Though I age with bodys' warp
Malfeasance in its' ancient walk,
Yeah, though I sag to feel those pains
A spark within this conciousness remains...
Within a fizzing psych, enthrals...
Where birth and death's transition calls...
As I exult with joyous shout
Now having gleaned what it's about...
This BEING...with its' lemon tang
This laughter...as the blackbird sang
Beneath a magic sky of blue
My incandescence glows for you.
M.
16 June 2016
(For darling Janet)
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
He is cherry trees in the spring evening,
precious to behold as night slowly falls.
He speaks with a softness never-failing
to capture all the weary he enthrals.
With a grace like Heaven, he passes by
and snatches me up from the soiled floor.
He is the daystar in the morning sky,
glowing brightly from behind the closed door.
If only I could catch him when he sings,
place a mirror before his smiling face,
I could show him all of the beautiful things
that he hides in this poor, forgotten place.
We could talk like friends in free, easy speech
but, alas, he is just beyond my reach.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
The curvature of her enthrals me, ever
Calling me to her body, so still can she
be, motionless but underneath she is as
Irrational as any one could really be.
Her mood like everything can change,
She is impercive in her vocal structure
That I ride with every word, till I fall
Off the tip of her tongue.
I crash beneath her, but she lets go, letting
Me breath resting upon her. I love to be
With her, she surrounds me, I feel her upon
My skin and relish her touch, we are one.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Ocean eyes
so deep and blue
I drown in their hue
beautiful and intoxicating
I promise I’m not overrating
Long lashes
silken sashes
but what enthrals
most of all
is the love that I see
When they gaze at me
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC
Who am I, but a vessel of past despair,
With a tangled knot in my mind, aware,
"Break free from the chains of depression's snare,
Confess your truth, find solace in the air."
But does this advice still hold its worth,
When wielded as a weapon, causing hurt?
"The words from a pen, a mind's indulgence,
A gateway to thoughts, seeking resurgence,
Escaping the prison, a soul's penitentiary,"
Said the one who loved fiercely, with intensity.
Yet the voice of the voiceless, it seems,
Falls on deaf ears, lost in a realm of dreams.
Misunderstood, they heard me wrong,
"I wished to shed my identity, be strong,
Not brave enough to change my hair's hue,
Like my smiles, I alter, but never anew.
Wearing a frown, they won't take me seriously,
Even when I express my pain so clearly.
In moments of boredom, my words flow,
But relationships have taught me to go,
Through a board of scrutiny, every decision,
As if love owed me, demanding precision.
But this time, I'll confront it head-on,
No wooden board, just justice to be won.
Success, a pinnacle that feels unwise,
A light-bulb to illuminate my eyes,
To see my reflection in a brighter light,
But as pockets fill, judgment takes flight.
Counting the screams at empty walls,
Filling the void that my soul enthrals.
No cries of woe echo louder than before,
Two Forty-Four, the hour I silently implore.
Apr 15, 2024
Apr 15, 2024 at 12:00 PM UTC
Ethereal, glacial, mysterious: she
invites us to her masquerade ball
where the music enthrals your senses
Shameful, ignominious, lamented: she
romanticise her own name
with threats of the sweetest of pain
Untimely, instanteneaous, temporal: she
will have you awaiting her arrival
when her embrace clings to the soulful
Cruel, violent, agonizing: she
condems without warning
steals your treasures without afterthought
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 4:27 AM UTC
Their passion for science
pours out like patriotism.
Hungry and rabid, irrational Eros.
Eyes on fire, spills from the gut—
insecure geniuses
that know so much, accepting
they know nothing— and always will,
yet their idiocy enthrals them.
It catches them by the genitals
like an old and nasty lover.
I can feel it too,
the insatiable emptiness,
the inescapable desire
to open up atoms
and **** the world dry from them.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
Her delicate hands, her soft blue eyes,
lose yourself to her beauty
Give her all you can; she is
the only one you will love.
So you promise her the world,
she does not accept
She thinks little of this world
and does not hide her distaste.
Her long, blonde curls, her lithe figure dancing,
she enthrals you so you pursue
The chase continues,
but this mouse does not fear the cat.
You find her mocking you, poor mite,
chasing and chasing
She lifts her beautiful head high, tosses her mane,
she will never be caught.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 11:21 AM UTC
"WEEPE SHEAPHERD WEEPEM, TO MAKE MY UNDER SONG"
I peeled myself
off the ceiling.
And somehow returned
to who I was.
This dying isn't as
easy as it looks.
It's too like
hard work.
And once again I began
floating upwards.
The ceiling and I
now old friends..
Looking down at myself
looking up.
The surgeons busy
at work.
A bead of sweat
caught in an eyebrow.
Me busy flat lining
just like in the movies.
I able to recall
it all.
The there and
not-there enthrals.
And as I floated ceiling-ward
for the third time.
Gravity let me down
and I fell back into place
fitted neatly
into my self.
Death and I
locked in a staring match.
Eyeballing one another
he more afraid than I.
Until lo and ****** behold
Death...
...blinked first.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 5:45 PM UTC
A ship sailing in the pale blue
Waters of the placid sea;
We hold our lives and
Float in the world similarly.
Sometimes the moon enthrals
And the stars shine, its heavenly.
Other times the sea snarls,
And the waves thrash turbulently!
The challenge for us is to accept
Both occurrence with equanimity,
For the power that rocks the ship,
Is the same one that holds it steady.
And our faith will help us in
Overcoming every adversity.
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC
Paphos Embrace
I look out to sea and perceive you;
Soft focused eyes, moist mouth.
Your words are magic music,
Like musk they move my mind.
You glide gently towards me;
Gown falling to glistening waves.
Your eyes glow of meadow green,
Your hair gleams of ethereal gold.
With scents that scintillate senses
You ****** and secure submission.
Feather soft skin in warm succulence
Enthrals as hungry fingers roam.
My strident want waxes proudly;
Kissed deftly by silken lips.
You rise and set above me,
Wine-wet and wide open.
With piercing joy unbridled
We fly on love's sweet euphoria.
Then lie together laughing
As I awaken to find you gone.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC