"admirations" poems
Pink cheeks pluck from your smile
Enticing me to your touch,
Cruel admirations lurking
I was lost hoping.
Rose as white as your lies,
A fake reality I was with.
Tearing me apart,
Grasping my breath to oblivion.
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
There goes a noble man.
Stepping down from glorious crests
To rejoin thousands in name.
But only in name.
A man of many words
And softly spoken treasures
Of piercing eyes, and deep perceptions.
Though not without his humble admirations.
There stands a secret hero.
No one fully knows the good he's done
The power of the words he's said
Or the strength he's lent to one.
The courage that was never mine to use.
Given, nonetheless.
There speaks a patient knight
With sworded words
He kneels behind his shielded faith
And prays beside the armored horse.
He's always safe from coldest fear,
Safe in his suit of armor,
Armor made of softest black and white.
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
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The Admirations—and Contempts—of time—
Show justest—through an Open Tomb—
The Dying—as it were a Height
Reorganizes Estimate
And what We saw not
We distinguish clear—
And mostly—see not
What We saw before—
’Tis Compound Vision—
Light—enabling Light—
The Finite—furnished
With the Infinite—
Convex—and Concave Witness—
Back—toward Time—
And forward—
Toward the God of Him—
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***In my storm
you were the gentle whisper
that calms the mad waves..***
A stray of light
from summer sun
that gives warmth in the cold
This battle I fought alone is no more,
with your touch that fills up what’s missing
Emptiness is no more with just a breath that I take from you
You willingly offered,
Forgetting everything that should matter
For a moment, though I know this is not love
But for the first time, I felt right
Even if it is wrong
I don’t know what you see in me
I don’t know if I deserve this
But somehow I know
These memories with you
I will cherish and keep
The soothing words of want and admirations
I don’t want to know when this ends
I just want to live for a moment
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
In the moment just before wake,
The last fragment of a dream eludes my grasp.
As I cannot distinguish thought from memory,
I am astounded that my imagination could conjure such bliss.
If only at will…
Not every night, but some,
I see what I am capable of.
Mind at ease and running free,
Latching on to these ideas
That exceed my perception.
And my attempts to recall or review,
Are but failed attempts, futile.
Deemed too beautiful for consciousness,
But from what I can remember-
I fight, I play,
I sight, I run from beasts.
I find, I make,
I lose, I have the world.
I live, I breathe,
I meet, I die sweet deaths.
I fly, I kiss,
I smile, I love it all.
The fluidity of instances, the current of time,
No-these do not exist in my mind.
Or are rather transcended,
Bent, broken, then mended.
Allowed in my altered state
To transform and create
A world where everything is designed to please me,
While, simultaneously, my fears run free.
Ah, but not too much to handle.
I have fragments, puzzle pieces, crumbs…so little.
Oh sleeping self! I beseech you
Spring alive and come and teach me
All the wonders you have known,
But sadly do always withhold.
Revise my mind, what poor creation.
Have mercy on my indignation.
Am I really to believe
That you are so wiser than me?
Smiling, sleeping beauty, I
Foresee the dangers of the eyes.
Masterfully handicap
My body to this nightly trap.
Thus looming possibilities
Of habitual retreats,
Delights in excess to relieve
Me of my duty to receive
Signals from reality,
Abundant sensory deceit,
Of forlorn mental interactions,
Of achieving distant affectations,
Obtaining hopes and admirations,
Beholding nonsensical perfection,
All this, too more, are so designed
That my mind can never wholly dine
On the enticingly addictive
Highly imaginative symptoms
Of the body’s hidden fluid source
That rarely tends to make its course.
But holds great power menacing,
As well as gently flowering.
I envy you, my resting mind,
My well worthy unconsciousness,
Whose power is tempted unconstricted,
Whose fascination’s limitless.
Who teases me, a window shop,
An ocean reduced to a drop.
The very inkling I most relish;
Waking memory’s a feather precious.
Delicate and dancing ‘round,
High hopes, in journey, treasure bound.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
Some days
I like the way the world has changed
I want to kiss you and smile
And jump and shout
But my feet stay grounded
And the feelings won't pour out
Oceans no longer divide our hearts
I'd like to think we'd never cry apart
Moment's notice I'm running out
Birthdays on sunny Saturdays
Car keys
ID
Last rights
Secretive admirations and sweet nothings
Following the waves ashore to their destinations
One night
It's late and there's a light still on in a single room
From the break of dawn on into the afternoon
Prodigal sons and heavenly daughters
Carefree times to embrace the things that really matter
And then comes Sunday
Today
I hold my breath and wait
Will the love reciprocate?
Can the givers learn to take?
One day maybe I will finally understand
What it meant to take your hand
What you said, it lifted me
Sweet release, at last relief
Good night, goodbye
Sweet dreams
Last night I had this realization
Life's too short to live to hate
Tomorrow morning when I wake
I think I'll lay down some roots and be here to stay
And learn to live and laugh and enjoy myself
All this stinging pain has worn me out
As the blinding light gives way to night
Good night
City lights
Skylines
Headlines
Blessings all dressed up in disguise
Twist the truth but tell no lies
Good news these days is everywhere
Sometimes if you don't know where to look
It's hard to find but on the hook
Last gasp of breath but had a good time
Is what I'll say
Someday
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 9:17 PM UTC
What reasons could there be?
For sure, none just that you should be alone!
So bright struck from your eyes, like stars
The rays of hope when first I saw you
That I said the day was dark for me
If I had failed once to look upon your face.
So now I peer the while, expectant for you
As the earth turns toward the sun for morning light
Revolving in my mind your form and features-
How they draw from me lively anticipations of your caress.
Alone?
If you’re alone, it’s not for want of charm or beauty
But that Man’s grown dim of sight and hard of heart
Not to be moved, as was I, by one marveled glance of you;
For once enough it was for me to look into your brimming eyes
And swoon with ambrosial thoughts that you might grant me favor-
So fitly joining each, as one
Enraptured with our prime humanity!
Smile then, for I am wont to play the courtly fool for you
And entertain a simple dance of meaning.
Yet one thing, it is no jest-
If your heart’s as fair as your form implies
More I’d serve respect and high regard
Far better than this playful verse I now employ;
For this, I’d broach with awe
And if you dare my innocent and eager wiles to try
Up-springing I will throw a thousand garlands round you
Whispering sweet admirations of the soul
That you, for this and laughter, then must say and true confess-
I am not alone, far be it hence!
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 10:03 PM UTC
There seems to be so many poets, all of them amazing... this poem is dedicated to all of you. Comment below a poet u admire and why, and ill post all the comments here :) it'll be like a poets I love and admire kind of page ^^ ill start:
Ember evanescent-
She's amazing, the way she writes is so relatable, she's very kind and funny, and quite compassionate.
Walt Whitman -a woman waits for me.
Sappho ****** poet of her time.Awesome
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
1.
Summer chauvinist,
autumnal aspirations
moments warmest
2.
Present celebrations
No supremacy
Only admirations
3.
No constant lies
oft healthy life
4.
Love exists
If our heart insists.
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Copyright Protected
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
you,
desolate shadow of existence
Sexed up and used by their persistence,
You'r admirations and aspirations
Are the apple cores
Planting seeds in my belly
Despite my resistance.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
I poured coffee for the electrician, into the other cup/
other cups are in a different cupboard, other cups are... now I know what other cups are for
I shame myself
blue-green liquid dissolves with my fingers, pinching white foam slurring at me
they are all the same. i think. but not act
I poured sparkling water for the electrician, into the other glass
mine had drawings by Miro
his was not mine and tattered.
All of this, happened in the morning.
Now that the evening has come, I penn it.
with admirations and motivation of different kind in mind,
with solitary aspiration
to be effective.
tonight I'll have a slight opinion
but it better not dissolve by sunrise
yet rise and prevail.
for before the disgrace
I ponder in wordy content of mere echo
in the unknown covert cave of me
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
I stare at you and feel the empty air
begging to be filled with
the admirations festering in my lungs
And as thoughts form flavor on
my lips,
I choke them back and **** them
with the smoky cancer
I exhale in a thick white stream
and hope that it could be
enough of a
screen to hide my eyes
and the hole I'm boring
into your face.
I pray that if you
breathe it in,
you can taste the
honeyed intentions
I fill space with common talk
that distracts from the reality in
which real feelings burn quickly
and leave empty an air that you
ignore.
I swallow it like absynthe
as my jaw clenches with
the weight of my masochistic heart.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
ADMIRATIONS
CAPTIVATED
CONTINUAL
OBSERVATIONS
MOTIVATIONAL
PLEASURES
LESSONS
INDICATED
SENTIMENTAL
HONORS
MASTERFULLY
EMPHASIZED
NICELY
TAUGHT
SYMBOLIZATIONS
Deborrah Ann Stenberg
www.deborrahann-stenberg.artistwebsites.com
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
What good are my admirations?
Although inherently good they maybe.
What good are they, at present, to me?
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 7:53 AM UTC
.
As if
The first time
Mine eyes beheld on you
I became clueless but in full hallows
You won my soul
And offered me that which seemed
Like a religion to worship and swallow
.
~
As if
Ever since
I called on the gods of courage
To help me pour out
The depths of my feelings and admirations
You've awaken a
new magic in me
As I easily curls
the fragile syllables
into sweet poems of lactations
.
~
As if
I am homeless and melodramatic
A wandering spirit cracked in delusions of nine
For its still a wonder,of how I know
The wheres to find you and think you're mine
.
~
As if
You make
Me want the **** night
To kiss the tender day early
For each time,I steals your amber-vanilla smiles,and keeps
With just a glance,and paints them in my sleeps
It makes me feel my bed as roses and
wine
.~
So Hello!
Spencer
Silence is gold,but I can keep it no
more
Just teach me
How to turn six as nine
And you as mine
as if
©Historian E.Lexano
™Recalcitration With Excellence
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
Don't follow a blinded choice,
let us not sup on spammed poison.
it's time to finally rejoice;
A day to understand passion:
Your season to rise above oppression.
Learn from past admirations,
always keep your chin above.
With head full of contemplations;
let it soar satin skies, unshackled dove,
that follows home's scent of love.
When love's fragrance is your bearing
The course will be without hurdle
self confidence proves your landing
Giving answers to life's riddle
With peace you can unshackle your saddle.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
Share the world I'm alive
haunting brain archives
Thrives till dust then at dawn hearing your vocals
Vibrate luminosity across the smokers domain stuck
Freezed into the glaze of your mind
Own senses draped
self-spilling emotions on reality tap
Screen vented this day
the unknowing longing
To converse about
the gleaming at gorgeous eyes
Minding me intrinsically cumbersome under my skin
An image engrained into my head
Writing for the quintessential relaxed ears
Mind breathing without ageing thoughts
Breaking my weak twigs knees
Wanting your eclectic self-yearning
Nothing more
Byzantine accomplishments
Cemented on bricks buried on the floors
Passing artistically
Butterflys invade my consciousness
Then drifting back on wheels swilling untitled
Lonely human actions
Collecting copious mental photographs sloshing Amongst my neurons dreaming
Once more of a singers delighted painted green
Leavings as she bounces the surrounding scene of her european leaves juxtaposed
I remain still unseen with this non-emoted
Feelings ghost bound holdings
Gigantic bugs my ****** host as you fade away
From earth perceptions
Left burning wrapped beatnik-esque sunglasses
Reverberations haunting
My cranium nearly dejected frustrated
Shyness awaking my tripling typing monstrosity admirations
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
I still find comfort in you
As if I have made a home in that crevice in your neck
You know
The space between your head and your heart
Where I'd place drunken admirations ever so often
And it always ended in my folly...
But no
I do not blame or hold you accountable to anything less than chivalrous
Besides your thirst for me
And the cup I'd lay at your feet ever so often
And now
My truths have led to false accusations of utter lust
But oh God it was more than that... ever so often.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
I peel open my eyes
to reveal an ethereal
water color sky
it is peaceful
it is silent
no one else around
not a soul, not a sound
my eyes blink
then I think
and wonder why
do I feel a little horrified
I was embedded by carnations
from people
who were trying to show their admirations
toward whom?
who? me? what?
"I will always love you"
whispered the orchid
I recall feeling blue
and my vision became distorted
the peach colored horizon has faded
WAIT!
DONT GO!
but the sun, or sky, or time
can never be persuaded
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
Yellow flower, grieving flower, pale flower,
You were burnt by the sun and the hot rain.
Ripe flower, matured flower, immaculate flower,
You've nevertheless kept your phenomenal beauty sane.
The half-yellow and the half-green leaves
Are trying to mimic your beautiful color.
Mother Nature and Fauna are profusely in tears,
And Squirrel and Nightingale in a state of horror.
Flower of one of the most somber and romantic seasons,
Your exceptional beauty merits great admirations
And your sweet and delicious sap is beyond words.
Flower, I'm coming tonight to rest on your turfs,
To contemplate the stars and the sparks,
The abandoned branches and the rods floating in the parks.
Copyright © March 1997, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 9:06 PM UTC
I struggled to meet with my words,
In the framework of your beauty,
Drugged by your inconveniences,
Getting high as i get close to you,
Thou staggered with admirations while feeding to my obsessions,
Affection took me by surprise,
Emptied my heart every time i pennilesley buy your smile,
With shyness crawling down my face,
As i fail to contain my excitement.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
A desk is a chain
And a door a weight amongst a wait
And yet men and women chain themselves
To merely familiar similar fates
On a daily basis they do base
Their admirations on those without chains
But it couldn’t be
That IT were THEY
That freedom were found in a more free way
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
There was time i fell something sneaking to my heart,
Drawing closer and closer,
I looked and admired the view though my feet dares not to move,
I tried to escape but fear was all over me,
My lips could barely move,
Obsession took all my might,
I started with words,
Puzzled by your voice,
My pride was all shuttered in vain,
Driving me insane with your eyes that shelters my heart,
You planted smiles to my heart,
Encourage my breath to weaken before you,
And fear began stronger,
Yet you whitened all my rivers with the structure of your beauty,
And lie me belovedly with the essence of my admirations.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
The night was still young
with lights on everywhere
with high volumes of random music
with people rambling on the streets
with dust and noise on the roads
with sleepless working hours
with the relentless ambitions of making money
with no hope for humanity
As the days passed by
The night is still young
with admirations of moonlight & stargazing
with being nostalgic about childhood
with helping each other in every way possible
with doing everything we ever wanted to
with nothing but a hope to live another day
with loved ones around
The night is still young
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 3:16 PM UTC
The spark is there
I can feel it
My life I am willing to share
All you have to do is admit
Your feelings exist
Inside of your mind and heart
In which I insist
The relationship should start
After all of our conversations
It still isn't official
After all admirations
My heart is what you stole
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC