"mesmerises" poems
What if
I
Fall
In
Love
With
A
Poet?
What if he mesmerises me
With his lines?
What if
His words touch me
And kiss
Through my skin?
What if i search for
Him
Everyday
And
Travel through
His words
And meet him
Somewhere
And
We
Become bare
And he caresses
Me
With every
Stanza
And
Here
I am
Again
Searching
For him,
Wanting
Him
With
All
Desire
Waiting
For
His
Next
Poem
To
Take
Me
To
His
World
Where
We
Will
Lay
Bare
What if
I
Fall in love
With
A
Poet?
© Evna-Luna
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
DEDICATED TO OVI
*I see your words and I see peace
I read your lines and I find bliss
You mesmerize us with your poignant thoughts
Like rain that drops on the window pane*
WHEN MIDNIGHT FLOWS
Like lilies that turn and turn and swirl
Like the bird SPARROW
Cocooning the earth
*You tell your tells like a Movie
Your poems are like splendour falls
With words interwoven and intertwined like peace
Like rainbows that knit the sky
Like when the cloud bursts and cry
Releasing her emotions as rainfall*
ENCASED IN GLORY AS THE MOON
YOUR POEMS MESMERISES US
*your lines ENCHANT us
You bring ethereal joy to this land of poetry
Filled with sadness and pain
Where every poet
Where every writer
Where every reader
Run into
Seeking for refuge
Seeking for that
Bliss
And like*
**THE STARS GUIDING THE MOON
IN COSMIC YONDER**
*your words shine down
Invading our deepest pain
Releasing our anger and anguish
You shine down on us
You light our paths in this den
And for those who do not like you
I say they like to be*
SHROUDED
*In darkness
But still
Shine*
OVI
*shine
Shine bright the way you are*
**You
Are a STAR
Shine bright through your words
SHINE OVI SHINE**
JUST FOR OVI ODIETE
Jul 23, 2016
Jul 23, 2016 at 10:28 AM UTC
Lying on the bed
I think of what to write...
....words don't flow out
of my pen
my mind is clogged
vaccum surrounds me
I've ****** all the noise
into my self.
It's waiting to explode.
I realise I am too conscious
of myself,
I realise I am trying to pretend.
My pen leaks out
a random flow of ink
shaped in words
I strike them out
they don't manifest my feelings.
I don't want farce to appeal
to the eye,
I want honesty to touch
the heart.
I am waiting
for my words
to strike a chord
with the strings of my heart.
I am longing
for clarity
that will give my writing
a sense of purpose
and shorn it
of its randomness.
Lying on the bed
I think of what to write....
....my mind is a clean slate
I want to colour it
with thoughts
and feelings,
I want for it to
lose its barrenness
and be fertile
with imagination.
I want for it to
be bereft of fear
for it is,
the place
where revolutions were conceived
and philosophies were born;
the sole reason
for Man's greatness.
It boasts of coveted freedom,
which,
feared tyrants failed to ******
it is a guiding light
to the often faltering humanity.
It has been
subject to manipulations,
deceiving history
into changing its course;
scripting moments
of momentous change,
all, of course,
owing their occurrences
to the enchanting influence
it wields over the body.
Lying on the bed
I think of what to write....
....my mind is deluged
with a rush of thoughts
flowing in and out,
a haze of colours
mesmerises me,
letters, words
dance before my eyes,
songs play out in a loop,
a multitude of
smudgy-outlined faces
gazes at me....
....And I realise
with an epiphany,
It is this very train of thoughts
I shall elaborate on!
Lying on the bed
I think I know what to write on.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 4:55 PM UTC
There's this girl, nothing like a toucan, she's better.
With a blue bowtie in her long brown hair she
still mesmerises me every day and I let her.
But there is another guy with whom she'd rather be.
And every day she smiles at me with her twinkling
eyes and gentle stare making me experience the slightest tinkling
And whenever she says hi or just anything at all
I float, I climb my big white cloud hoping not to fall.
It starts to storm, another cloud turns up out of the blue
and another, but these aren't white, they're grey and
larger than mine, larger than I ever dreamt of one to be.
I must seek a lower cloud to chase because
the higher your hopes and cloud rise, the stronger
the pain that flows through you when you collapse
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 4:04 PM UTC
He oozes confidence and importance,
each word uttered, weighted
by apprehensive travellers,
aluminising the dark with each footstep.
He is a silent shadow of protection,
perfect and full, a beaming white angel
amongst a dotted sky of night blue ink,
bleeding on out on his paper white face.
He mesmerises me with his stares,
tamed and direct i fall in awe at my feet.
Within cotton clouds and deep forest shades
his velvet black eyes, are all i could want.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 5:02 AM UTC
Flowers mesmerised
by their glow aloft the tree
do have vertigo.
A flower, lowly perched,
mesmerises my grandchild, chasing...
a blue butterfly.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
And every night my love,
I watch you from my window,
Sitting on your rooftop,
And staring at the moon,
Like there's a piece of your heart,
Hidden in it's shadow.
I see it all love,
The way you look at the moon,
Like it's the only place for you,
Away from this chaotic world,
Where you can put your guard down
And throw away your mask.
I watch it every night love,
Your face.
Your face honey, draped in the
curtain of moonlight,
Oh, it mesmerises me,
And the beauty of your eyes,
With the moon's reflection in it,
My love,it leaves me spellbound.
I see it all love,
The way your eyes glimmer sometimes,
And the curve that forms on your face
talking to the moon.
And sometimes,I even see the shinning pearls cascading down your cheeks,
As the cigarette touches your lips.
It's like watching the moon
And talking to it gives you peace,
While looking at your face,
gives me serenity.
I wish someday I could watch the
moon with you and you would watch
the dawn with me,
I wish someday I could rewrite the stars,
And make you mine.
-Neha
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 9:02 AM UTC
She stands upon the rooftop
her thin young legs stand firm.
She gazes at the wanderers
her mind begins to learn.
Her soul feels truly lifted,
she is above them all.
She towers over figures
so far below, so small.
No one can see her watchful stare-
her power is immense.
She is but slight and feeble-
the air she breathes intense.
As she sits and watches-
silently, alive,
the sun begins to reach her
allowing her to thrive.
Not an eye can see her-
the beauty of her stance.
Or so she thinks as freedom urges,
urges her to dance.
He sits in warmth and splendour,
music dims his mind.
His eyes gradually linger-
loving, lively, kind.
His silence yet allows him
to notice that which most,
would gaze beyond, ignore, look past-
he perches as a ghost.
Her form reaches his pupils,
he cannot shift his gaze.
Her beauty mesmerises his mind
out of its slumbering haze.
She dances on the pebbles
entirely unseen-
Save for the eyes of him alone
so eager and so keen.
Her modesty is wonder-
she dances for the blind.
This goddess draped in silky black-
his mind begins to rise.
There is no person watching,
there are no eyes that see.
There is no life to cease her joy,
and thus she does not flee.
But there is one who overlooks,
there is a heart that falls
in love with her still movement-
in love with her- her all.
The music starts to fade and dim
Her chest begins to heave.
She spreads her wings- delicate, pure;
She spreads her wings and leaves.
And yet he sits, admires
to where she stood alone.
Unseen by those beneath her-
still as precious stone.
He rises very slowly,
he walks, he paces- moves.
His body feels uplifted,
bathed in shades of blue.
No one will ever see her
through eyes quite like his own;
As she sits, so small and silent
upon her heightened thrown.
He will forever love her-
this creature full of grace.
She danced for him and him alone-
she left without a trace.
May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 12:55 PM UTC
Your touch mesmerises me,
Intrigues me.
Makes me want you more.
You're like a drug that I get high off to.
A substance that I shouldn't overdose on.
How could something so amazing,
Be so bad?
How could something that makes me forget the bad things; create more pain?
What is it that you want?
My heart? My soul?
Is this your way of marking me as yours?
Am I yours?
I would gladly be.
Will you be mine as well?
Who am I kidding.
Your heart is unobtainable,
Unreachable,
Untouchable,
Untraceable.
To put it simply,
It belongs to no one.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 10:18 AM UTC
what enchants me the most
is how you make me feel at home
even if home isn't in sight
what astounds me more
is how you make me feel safe
even if danger is lurking round the corner
but
what mesmerises me just a little bit more
is how when you are by my side
everything is complete
and we
are magnetised
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
she twinkles over meadows
at the dusk of the day.
she mesmerises sweethearts in the dark.
her light is captured treasure
sought for mason jar displays.
i ran to catch her warm endearing spark.
among the other glowers
in the field of the dance,
her light shines always brighter than the rest.
with pure and whole intentions
i pursued in true romance
til i trapped her love inside my bottled quest.
i held her as possession,
admiring as a prize,
a crystal trophy worshiped at my whim.
she smiled a forced conviction
always giving through those eyes,
but her light, possessed, began to slowly dim.
some light is made for holding,
some light is made to stay,
but she was made for freedom like a lark.
i loosed her o'er the meadows
at the dusk of the day
to luminate more lovers in the dark.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 9:17 AM UTC
Her eyes sparkle
I'm not her
The way her body curves mesmerises you
I'm not her
No matter how hard I try
I'll never be her
But that doesn't mean
I don't deserve more
I'm my own person
The world is at my feet
So watch me flourish without you
You lost me, but it wasn't my loss
Finally free from your grasp
I'm not her
I'm honestly happy
I'm not her
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
So overwhelmingly full of life,
Elegant inside out
And still the highest form of aesthetic
Infinitely pure and untainted
Most resilient, most supple
Redefining every limit, every boundaries set
But running the smallest of errands unkempt
You, the fitting mother, sister, daughter, wife
You, who they worship, and on whom they take jibes
You, they educate, and who they ask to stay quiet
You, they adore, still look at with their ill eyes
You, for who they campaign with respect
You, who is on their tongue in times of distress
You, who stands like a mountain against every fall
But you, who is called weak and is prisoned to four walls
You, who protects life in its most subtle age
You, they say need protection at every stage
You, who has never had the strength to say no
You, who has accepted every challenge in one go
You, whose appalling smile mesmerises even God
You, whose silent tears are not valued at all
You, whose voice takes away all fear
You, whose voice is their greatest fear
Under whose shadow a man grows
And whose image he tarnishes with the abuses he throws.
You, lady.
You, the creator of life, of happiness, of bonding, of humanity
You, the goddess of beauty, of ecstasy, of strength, of feminity
Stay calm, but never stay quiet
Stay warm, but not elastic
Stay humble, but stay in their sight
You, remain undeniably superior
Though unaccepted
Out of sheer shame
Yet, the pretty hearts know
Every giant war for them
is for you
a fulfilling game.
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
You baffle me with your many moods,
your stormy tempers,
your quirky outbursts,
your melancholic whining,
your calming melodies,
your soothing caresses,
the white turbulence that froths at your flustered soul!
Sensual colours of creation shimmer in your depth,
every drop carries the colours of your depth,
in the depth of your soul, you trance in stillness!
Your mystic charm mesmerises me,
I become a vestal drop that celebrates the mystery
that unfolds in your soul’s stillness!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
When you touch me
I become beautiful rose,
Spring comes by your touch
Happy wind gently blows.
When you touch me
I become dancing waterfall,
Your touch makes me tuning violin
And I forget pains all.
If you remain beside me
Darkness becomes fancied blue poesy,
It's for you my tormented soul
Does fly on wings rosy.
If you touch me
My world gets adorned with rainbow hue,
This touch mesmerises me to spread in the sky
I love you, I love you.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
Is it the sadness which attracts me.
Or is it the deafening silence.
Is it the perpetual soft words which mesmerises me.
Or that rare smile you give occasionally.
Is the the blinking of those beautiful eyes which hypnotises me.
Or maybe its that loud sweet aroma of yours which tranquillises me.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC