"adele" poems
sticks and stones may break your bones,
but they will also start fires…
the importance of fire safety isn’t taken lightly,
so please take the time to act politely.
now no offense but from one girl to another,
you’re not Adele, Sean Kingston, or the Jonas Brothers.
do not set fire to the rain that pours,
call 9-1-1 before you burn up on the dance floor.
when the heat settles in and you’re feeling dry,
to your candles and cigarettes please say goodbye.
(since those items are illegal anyways,
you’ll be fined if they are caught ablaze).
this isn’t the Upper Room where fire fell on everyone’s head
keep the Holy Spirit’s fire set in your soul instead.
ignore this advice and your world will crash,
as before your eyes Miller Hall turns to ash.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
A dropped ball on the goal line
A tackle missed down field
It's amazing how a football game
Can make a man's mind yield
We come to tears when our teams lose
Even worse when our team wins
It's when we show all our emotions
It's when we break the MANLY SINS
But our girlfriend gets real angry
When we don't utter a word
When they want to talk of feelings
It's a word we've never heard
We're MEN and **** proud of it
We show support for MANLY things
Like football games and racing cars
Not relationshippy things
We wear our hearts upon our sleeve
When the two minute gun has sounded
When the game has come to overtime
When the last corner has rounded
We sit upon our seats edge
Nothing can break us from this trance
Not even when our **** girl
Comes and does a naked dance
But our girlfriend gets real angry
When we don't utter a word
When they want to talk of feelings
It's a word we've never heard
We're MEN and **** proud of it
We show support for MANLY things
Like football games and racing cars
Not relationshippy things
We cry when our dog passes
We get upset when things go wrong
But we'll never show emotion
To a ****** Adele song
We aren't built to be emotive
At least not when women want us to
I'll tell you more about emotion
When the football season's through
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 4:18 PM UTC
Hello? Yes, hello...
You must have built up so much courage,
But I'm inclined to say no.
Because although,
Many years have passed...
I'm still trying to rebuild the girl you destroyed and burned to ash
Hello, can you hear me?
Oh now you want to reconcile after all the pain you caused me...
So I've heard, you've been talking,
Going around telling everyone
How sorry you've been feeling...
There's such a difference, between us...
And a million miles.
Hello from the other side
It must have really hurt your pride
To have sat there, waiting.. for me to come around
After all the humiliating words you said to the crowd
Hello from the outside
I learned to walk away and smile
You have written letters and knocked on my door
Begging forgiveness but I must confess I feel nothing for you anymore....
Hello, I'll stop you there
Where's the girlfriend that you had back then
As you would run your fingers through my hair
I hope, she saw right through you
And that she left you just as broken as what you deserved coming to you
I'd tell you something, that I know now
But you're just not worth the time.
Hello from the other side
It must have really hurt your pride
To have sat there, waiting.. for me to come around
After all the humiliating words you said to the crowd
Hello from the outside
I learned to walk away and smile
You have written letters and knocked on my door
Begging forgiveness but I must confess I feel nothing for you anymore....
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
Here are the names of my lovers,
The women I sleep with, whom
I use, like they use me.
Spent, they discard me, for when their pleasure needs
Satiated, they climb aboard another man.
What they do not know,
Is that in my mind, in my ears,
everywhere,
I did not let them, or you go,
We are still romping,
For I
Take them as needed.
I need them all,
For my pleasure needs, like my unshaped heart,
Addictive, endless.
If your is name is here, I do not
Apologize.
Pink
Adele
Lilly Allen
Anna Nalick
Bess Rogers
Beyonce
Brandi Carlisle
Cat Power
Colbie Callait
Duffy
Eva Cassidy
Evanescence
Alison Sudol
Fiona Apple
Florence Welch
Grace Potter
Ingrid Michaelson
You
Joni Mitchell
K.D. Lang
Kate Nash
Kate Voegele
Leona Lewis
Lizz Wright
Madeline Peyroux
Marie Digby
Mary Wells
Norah Jones
Regina Spektor
Sara Bareilles
You
Sara Haze
Taylor Swift and Tracy Chapman
Tristan Prettyman
Vanessa Carlton
So many others, used so long ago, I can't remember the faces,
Which can't be googled.
Use them hard, use them often, more than daily.
Bluntly, I tell you
Your name is on my list,
Even if I do not disclose it.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 9:31 AM UTC
*The words they speak
are sharper than blades
And their looks,
daggers that could tear a skin
Their eyes are blind,
can't see what's inside*
Like shadows they creeped
Stabbing backs and innocence deemed
Always lurking in the darkness
Justice they served
but lives diminished
*Your flaws are
something they gaze
The truth made me daze
The word equality is no
longer in their vocabulary
How can they fire bullets
without thinking the lives
they perceived
Trash in their brains
are twirling like a tornado
slowly messing their thoughts
slowly killing feelings, everywhere they go*
Dictated by their own free will
Cowered in fear as they
thought it was real
What they've seen,
deception in mutilation
Power overrule by those who torture
Torturing minds, creating lies
The innocent happily flying kites
But they cut it with pure contempt
Convincing they will get
that chance again
"Listen to the words you seek
Don't listen to a word they say
Do NOT listen to a word you've heard
Do not listen to a word you've heard
People are people we live for our own
Live how you think not by what you've been told"
*In God's eyes we're all the same
where do you think we all came?*
Don't let them fool you
By their tools of deception
We are all the same
We will die someday
So maybe, it's time for a change.
-Adele Karla & Erenn
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
i just can't stop thinking about that day
I remember, you were wearing grey
without a clue, you sat by my side
never thought our worlds would collide
there's something about you I just can't explain
making my brain go insane
lose myself whenever you're around
like my heart melted and it fell to the ground
i wonder if you ever feel the same
whenever they mention my name
was ignorance just part of your game?
or should i be the one to blame?
i fell too easily and crashed too hard
somehow i feel like a ******
in my thoughts you would dwell
you had me listening to Adele
you are the light in my darkness
the smile in my sadness
though i know this is foolishness
you existence is still my silent happiness
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
You asked me to confront the ghosts
Of our hearts. As if moving on is as
Stagnant as the longed-for passing of
Pain.
Not your melodramatic melody of
Hope could cuddle the fright of sight.
Neither its rhythm rhymes with my life's
Deepest sigh.
As it has been and will always be,
Always a scar of scrolled poetry.
Of music and madness, of hues of
You. Nevermind,
I have found someone like you.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 9:40 AM UTC
*The darkness that shattered her world was left behind. Ashes to forget, memory lost in the wind of no rewind
She finally took the narrow path towards a new life. Today, she stands so tall and bright. No one can bring her down, solid as a rock. There's no turning back.*
Selfless, relentless to fear
Everything that mounts to heights of frights, she's the warrior. Inferior to nothing. Candors of cadence impossible to break. Her heart made of mettle steel, nothing can make her falter.
All phobias are mundane
Except for one. That's when she met him at edge of the unexpected.
He sits at the rooftop alone everynight. Smiling to himself as he gazed into burst of constellations brimming with life.
"Is this love at first sight?", she thought
Past of men that broke her,
made her who she is today.
But this boy with a smile that could break her Titanic's Ice,
made her vulnerable.
With a smile that could break
the ice in her temple.
*The power he illuminates
can set her eyes on fire.
Her fast beating heart is jumping out
Thoughts scribbling every night,
'This is going to be a mess,
I can't decide'
He closed his eyes, feeling the euphoria flowing inside.
The chimes and the chill of wind are all he can hear. He slowly touched
his chest and feel the bliss
As he opened his eyes,
a scintillating star in his sight.*
Their eyes didn't meet, yet,
He glances back without her knowing tilting his head to the left, as she watched him from her window.
He was falling and sinking into her ocean eyes. Each glance makes him drowned and drawn deeper to her.
Yesterday was a blur, tomorrow is a vivid life. Within her is starting to tear with fear. Prayers of hope she will win and take the climb. She wants to grab the chance and be happy for once in her life.
Both having the intent to speak.
Both prepared to make the first move
But bartered smiles was all it took
Heart's stolen, melting ice
They somehow knew this love will last..
Forever.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
I heard that you’re single now,
That you lost the girl when you broke your vow,
I heard that you spoiled it all,
You can talk to me, but I won’t crawl.
Old friend, I know you’re not shy,
But it’s not like you to ask much about my life.
I hate to hang up on your call, unpersuaded,
but you had your chance, and I, I won’t be baited.
I just hope to see your face and how much it is jaded,
‘Cause for me, it’s all over.
Nevermind I found someone like you,
I wish you could love the way I do,
Please forget me, I said, now you’ve made your bed,
Sometimes it hurts its true, but sometimes it lasts instead
You know how my heart cried,
Only yesterday I thought I had died,
But I wiped the tears and I clearly see,
He’s twice the man you wish you could be.
I hate to hang up on your call, unpersuaded,
but you had your chance, and I, I won’t be baited.
I just hope to see your face and how much it is jaded,
‘Cause for me, it’s all over.
Nevermind I found someone like you,
I wish you could love the way I do,
Please forget me, I said, now you’ve made your bed,
Sometimes it hurts its true, but sometimes it lasts instead
Nothing compares to the way that he cares,
You love as much as your pride will allow,
Who would have guessed how much stronger I’d be now?
Nevermind I found someone like you,
I wish you could love the way I do,
Please forget me, I said, now you’ve made your bed,
Sometimes it hurts its true, but sometimes it lasts instead
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 3:41 PM UTC
Poulton Library and
Adele & I are here to
share with whoever
arrives some thoughts
concerning War and
Literature. Linda sets
us up with chairs and
table, and first here is
delightful surprise: Pat
who I taught thirty years
ago - there will be no
need for me to dig a
trench and put on a
jacket bullet-proof
with tin hat on my
head - Philip Larkin
Alun Lewis, Sassoon
and Wilfred Owen
give staunch support
to Jon Stallworthy's
World War One tome
Anthem for Doomed
Youth: Twelve Poets
but doomed not us
this century later.
(c) C J Heyworth June 2014
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
*Where can I find
the meaning of peace
when someone's dying every second
because of an empty plate
and weapons that end a fate*
**Who can we blame
For the massacre that never ends
Where lives of innocence
treated like ants
Ignorance of what we don't know
Blinded by the media who always
puts on a show**
*Why is it that we rage
when we have words
flowing from our minds,
giving all the answers
in a rough day*
**When will this end?
The earth's crying
"Please just **** me completely"
Viruses and disease
engulfs the poverty
But not the rich?
Are we really that blind to see
They preach justice but own the earth to attain power**
*How bad is the earth's wounds
as blood slowly drips
polluting the soil
creating trapped remains
buried deep in the ground,
never wanting to be found*
**Every cry of a new born child
Burnt, due to the one who
preached peace
But enslaving the innocence
Not able to savour the taste of the earth
Every mother bathe in blood
Crying in agony as the child dies**
Every day is a war that everyone must fight to survive...
but why do they choose to fight, when they can choose to live in peace?
11/26/14
-Adele ft. Erenn
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 4:06 PM UTC
You leave me stranded like years made up of moments and vacuum hickeys and Asian milk toast mean nothing.
Train tracks remain on my timeline like a seam opening the spine of an old diary with nothing written over and over inside.
You say we will be playing scrabble on the floor of your living room someday when we are old, just as your mother does next to us with her friends listening to Adele as we plot out our lives together on a collage atop your dining room table.
You hurt me
We are dinosaurs
Strutting for the fist time in glory down seventh avenue as people wonder who we are and we think of fun to be had with friends to be met.
Park slope spread out before us paved yellow with fly paper.
Holding my heart in your hands as it is broken for the first time, i cry but know you will be there to turn those tears to glue for our friendship until you are not.
Years made up of your boyfriends that come and go and come and go and I miss you. And I want to strut down seventh avenue with you by my side feeling powerful and new again.
I want to feel fresh running down a beach of asphalt and trash; the whole world ahead gilded with possibility, and eternity resting gently on the horizon of city smoke and traffic lights. And I feel old now. But I suppose we always did.
I miss you
I still remember **** bought from boys with blonde hair and loving blue eyes hidden in camera cases, and smoked under thick trees that kept us safe from the turning of the earth. Elevators lifting us up to the 35th floor ticking like time bombs on days occupied by truth or dare marked red upon truancy calendars our parents would never find.
Why did you get so old? mature. I remember once together we vowed to remain silly and young and do all we could to smother the sound of the ticking clock removing our innocence, silencing our songs, and slowly turning us into those who we were made by.
My sister is grown. Where are you now?
Beautiful the world looked from a Brooklyn balcony at 16, the skyline smiles with the mirage of possibility and smirks with a wicked knowledge of things to come and years to pass. Would I go back to that balcony now, and stay there with you forever.
If I needed you would you come
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
I've always loved adele,
her music, the tones and melodies,
the way the words in her lyrics work so well,
I was fifteen,
she was my soul,
until my family sat silent in the car,
and a tear goes down my mother's cheek,
and my father's hands gripped the steering wheel,
that's when adele came on,
and how fire was set to the rain,
i had never really understood the pain,
but i know one thing,
adele was singing about going away,
and my mother had her ticket ready for the next plane,
and in that moment i realized,
love, no matter in marriage,
love is just such a foolish game.
-i promised myself i won't let it blind me,
and for i will never be truly the same.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 11:19 AM UTC
Feeling the exquisite white grains of sand leaving a footstep behind.
The wonderful creation of sunset in a variety of colors.
A row of beach chairs under the green palm trees.
A ray of sunshine from heavens above.
The blue wide open sea that crashes the waves on shore.
People are sun-kissed.
Oh, how great this summer could be!
I wash and splash my feet on the cool water.
The giggles I hear are the only music to my ears.
I watch the kids laugh while building sand castles and those dainty seashells on their hands.
I sat on the ground feeling the heat.
The boats sailing placidly from afar.
As I close my eyes, I inhale the good air and yes, this is the life I've always wanted to explore.
I grabbed my sandals and walked on the long coast in a silhouette.
The smile on people’s face are priceless.
Different colors and shapes.
God is so good for creating these beautiful people.
The sun goes down, I walk with the crowd.
Beach ornaments lighten my heart.
I watch the twinkling lights hanging from the hotels and restaurants. It was bewitching.
People huddled for the amazing performance of the fire dancers. I was dazzled myself.
Everyone gathered on the shore with drinks on their hand moving their body to the electronic beat.
DJ’s killing the place.
My heart’s hoping for time to slow down.
This place is where I always wanted.
Where I wanted to be.
Friends are gold which I treasure most.
The fun with them will always be the best memory.
Life never gets old on the beach.
Life without summer is a ******
-Adele
5/25/14
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC
We ate chicken sandwiches, mine
no bun, at a table with an 80's
geometric design on top of two silver
metal legs with our legs
intertwined. I tried
to draw a comic on the wrapper,
but you kept making me laugh
by reenacting the conversation
we had with the lady at the register
who gave us the wrong change,
but using a baby's voice instead.
The boy mopping the floors wished
desperately that we would leave, but
you looked so cute with ketchup
on your lip and I really, really
didn't want you to drop me off.
There was an Adele song
on the radio that we've heard for the second
time, but you sound more like
a forgotten track to a John Hughes film--
a little heavy, a little messed up, a whammy
bar progression with blonde hair
who wore jeans and had a really cool car.
I'd like to kiss you like Molly Ringwald
does Judd Nelson in that movie
we talked the whole way through as it played
on Netflix. I'd like to wear you
like a bad haircut; something no one else
understands but I pull off effortlessly.
You feel effortless to me. So refill
my take-out cup with five different sodas,
make a scene as we leave the restaurant,
my hand laced up in yours, and let me drink
you in as I pretend we aren't driving
back home just yet.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 12:18 AM UTC
No song of yours can hurt me more than
Seeing one child in pain
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
There's a guy dressed up as Freddie Kruger for Halloween
Freddie Kruger can't sing the high part during Eye Of The Tiger
I murmur something to my friend
Me: Freddie Crooner
My friend laughs more than he needs to
We aren't sure whose whiskey sour is whose anymore
My roommate doesn't want to sing in front of people
She'd rather hide in her glass and mingle with the ice
But I make her duet a Nirvana song with me
Which we scream and she starts having fun
The crowd claps with relief when we're done
Freddie Kruger offers me a fist bump
A group of sweet plump ladies takes turns singing love ballads
They all have pretty voices and work at Bubba Gump on the pier
The one that sang the Adele song is studying business
She tells me while we smoke outside during Wonder Wall
I sing nine minutes of Meatloaf
My voice cracks and growls like feedback
This guy buys me a shot afterwards
My throat is so dry that I have to drink it in tiny sips
This guy thinks me and my friends are fun
I duet Desperado with him and we knock over stools and laugh
He has clearly never heard the song Desperado before
Me and my friends invite the whole bar to sing an Aerosmith song together
I think that this may be the only way to really appreciate Aerosmith
I drive my roommate and my self back to our apartment
I'm drunk but I pretend I'm sober so she won't get scared
Then sometimes I laugh bizarrely to scare her a little bit
But always end up lying and reassuring her that I'm sober
We start talking about Lou Reed because he had died that day
I guess Lou Reed didn't like when people said RIP
Which I had written in my facebook status about him dying
I don't really care much because Lou Reed wasn't really a friend of mine
I just liked his music
And he never mentions in any of his songs anything
About people saying RIP
When we got to the bar the first thing I did
Was to look for a Lou Reed song to sing
But there weren't any
So I sang other songs instead
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 6:04 PM UTC
we mortgage the unspeakable. we fit small bowls into big ones and speak on misdeeds
that rhyme with chrysanthemum without the letter ' M '.
from an upside-down star
weaving cauldrons of unguarded hope
jiggling in the gelatinous yammering
of a misguided baby god's night terrors
and you still gotta go to work in the morning.
and for sleep. what's that ?
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 3:50 AM UTC
I honestly don't understand
Your riches or your fame
The entire frenzy seems to me
Entirely insane
Your voice sounds ancient and dismal
And drones on with bitter feelings
Truth be told it's not at all
What one might call appealing
I'm not a devoted follower
Who thinks you're simply grand
I think you'd do much better
With a different career plan
Avoid recording studios
Or noisy concert halls
Stay home and count your money
And forget about applause
I know you would tell me
In your snippy classless way
To shut the **** up
And quietly go away
To which I will repeat
My title's earnest cry:
No more "Hello" Adele
It's time to say "Goodbye"
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
I am a nightingale,
singing for a lonely heart
Healing a wound,
with mine open wide
Stitching one by one,
you won't see
what I'm trying to hide
All you can hear,
is me singing you a lullaby
Humming the deepest note,
just for you to hear
crooning every word,
watching you float
Closing your eyes,
while I kiss you Goodnight
I am a nightingale,
but my heart's just too frail
11/14/14
-Adele
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
All I Ask by Adele
If this is my last night with you
Hold me like I'm more than just a friend
Give me a memory I can use
Take me by the hand while we do what lovers do
It matters how this ends
Cause what if I never love again?
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
Happiness called my name... but I didn't answer.
I knew that it was another trick, used to get my attention.
A set-up for the ultimate defeat and heartbreak.
I loved before... it was pure. It was good. It was quite
literally everything.
Just how the mind wakes you up
after you die in a dream because death is something
outside of our imagination so was the amount
of feelings I could have for another.
The time has come where I must let my lover
love life. That means never having the
life we talked about. All those wishes
will never be granted.
So that's why I say when happiness called I
didn't answer.
I responded the last time and now I'm sitting
here writing about having to let go the love of my life
in a puddle of tears.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 2:46 PM UTC