PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I just love entering poetry challenges that require me to use a picture as a source or use required words.  The following were written for such a challange





Call to Death



The siren's call whispers in the moonlight

Scintillating at the approach of the midnight hour

Silent passion stirs under her veil of mystery

Causing all to embrace the sound in their souls

Her voluptuous image drawing men to their death

While she smiles and enjoys the feast of souls





Mesmerized Doom



Windblown hair illuminated in the moonlight

A veil of mystery surrounding silent passion

Whispers scintillating in my minds embrace

Voluptuous she is with her flowing robes

Midnight finds me longing to see her again

Waiting for the feast of souls to begin

As I'm mesmerized by her siren's call





Without Care



The siren's call heard across the midnight waves

Voluptuous sails billowing in the moonlight

Whispers of canvas in the silent passion of night

All cloaked in a veil of mystery and mist

With the stars scintillating above the oak masts

Sailors embrace this feast of souls without question

Her name is death and she calls them without care





Endless Wandering



She wanders endlessly under the moonlight

Whispers in the wind and a cold embrace

Silent passion in her veil of mystery

You can almost hear her siren's call

Midnight is here along with the feast of souls

Voluptuous in her scintillating robe she calls my name





Favorite Hour



Midnight is her favorite hour

Embracing the moonlight as she walks

Appearing so voluptuous in silent passion

Until she makes her siren's call

Causing death in her veil of mystery

And whispers scintillating in her path

Until the feast of souls satisfies her hunger





From the Mist



The moon hangs low in the sky

Moonlight casting its veil of mystery

While I embrace this silent passion

The midnight hour strikes on the clock

As if a siren's call from the mist

Drawing me towards it's scintillating sound

Like whispers in my wandering mind

The feast of souls beckons me

Towards this voluptuous vision in the night





Final Desire



Lovely as a midnight breeze

That whispers in the moonlight

I embrace the silent passion of the siren's call

Her veil of mystery stirs my fantasies

The feast of souls boils within

Voluptuous breasts always on my mind

Her perfume scintillating in the air

I must have her even if I die





Must Have Her



Robes flowing in the whispers of the moonlight

Her wanton embrace is my only desire

That veil of mystery stirs my silent passion

Even though she craves the feast of souls

At midnight her siren's call beckons

Voluptuous is the only way to describe her

Scintillating to my physical needs

My heart aches to devour her charms





The Beauty of Art



Again I find myself writing about a picture

This artwork of a woman in the moonlight

Her siren's call whispers the feast of souls

Like a veil of mystery at midnight

I embrace this voluptuous sight

That is so scintillating to my minds eye

Such silent passion know no bounds





Night of Death



Life's silent passions embrace my soul

As the siren's call casts a veil of mystery

I can hear her whispers in the midnight moonlight

With voluptuous visions clouding my thought

The feast of souls is upon the land

Scintillating desire stirs in all mankind

The night of death is here for all





Artistic Search



My brain turns to mush in the moonlight

This challenge of the siren's call whispers in my mind

There is no veil of mystery in this scintillating test

No silent passion causing this creative flow

Just the search of combining words into proper meter

As well as some semblance of sense

Midnight has come and gone this evening

Finding me still attempting voluptuous verse

While I embrace this artistic gift I've received

Trying to avoid the feast of souls forever