"ador" poems
Throughout the constellations
that are brimming
with ador
Only one
star
reminds me of
you
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
Break away from the chains of rationalism,
Follow your heart or die mortal man.
Keep going, pressing ever forward,
Calamity lasts but one moment unless in peril.
Pressure is nothing compared to your wants.
Fancy the girl, go after your wants not her needs.
Love all that is good for you.
Hate all that is bad for you.
Carpe Diem!
Carpe Ador.
Treat yourself for you only live but a day.
Hold yourself back for no one but you, yourself.
Spend your life in heated arguments, heated passion, and heated rage.
Enjoy the love-life of the ***** and vile
For you only should marry once, and are never tied down.
Speak your thoughts as profane and as loud.
Rock the mild, ignore the wise,
victory in love is care for only thyself.
Love is a lie and mortal.
Love is nothing but ecstasy.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 10:44 AM UTC
Had I ador'd the multitude, and thence
Got an antipathy to wit and sence,
And hug'd that fate, in hope the world would grant
'Twas good -- affection to be ignorant;
Yet the least ray of thy bright fancy seen
I had converted, or excuseless been:
For each birth of thy muse to after-times
Shall expatiate for all this age's crimes.
First shines the Armoret, twice crown'd by thee,
Once by they Love, next by Poetry;
Where thou the best of Unions dost dispence:
Truth cloth'd in wit, and Love in innocence.
So that the muddyest Lovers may learn here,
No fountains can be sweet that are not clear.
Then Juvenall reviv'd by thee declares
How flat man's Joys are, and how mean his cares;
And generously upbraids the world that they
Should such a value for their ruine pay.
But when thy sacred muse diverts her quill,
The Lantskip to design of Zion-Hill;32
As nothing else was worthy her or thee,
So we admire almost t'Idolatry.
What savage brest would not be rapt to find
Such Jewells insuch Cabinets enshrind'?
Thou (fill'd with joys too great to see or count)
Descend'st from thence like Moses from the Mount,
And with a candid, yet unquestioned aw,
Restorlst the Golden Age when Verse was Law.
Instructing us, thou so secur'st thy fame,
That nothing can distrub it but my name;
Nay I have hoped that standing so near thine
'Twill lose its drosse, and by degrees refine ...
"Live, till the disabused world consent
All truths of use, or strength, or ornament,
Are with such harmony by thee displaid,
As the whole world was first by number made
And from the charming rigour thy Muse brings
Learn there's no pleasure but in serious things.
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Oh! when shall the grave hide for ever my sorrow?
Oh! when shall my soul wing her flight from this clay?
The present is hell! and the coming to-morrow
But brings, with new torture, the curse of to-day.
From my eye flows no tear, from my lips flow no curses,
I blast not the fiends who have hurl’d me from bliss;
For poor is the soul which, bewailing, rehearses
Its querulous grief, when in anguish like this—
Was my eye, ’stead of tears, with red fury flakes bright’ning,
Would my lips breathe a flame which no stream could assuage,
On our foes should my glance launch in vengeance its lightning,
With transport my tongue give a loose to its rage.
But now tears and curses, alike unavailing,
Would add to the souls of our tyrants delight;
Could they view us our sad separation bewailing,
Their merciless hearts would rejoice at the sight.
Yet, still, though we bend with a feign’d resignation,
Life beams not for us with one ray that can cheer;
Love and Hope upon earth bring no more consolation,
In the grave is our hope, for in life is our fear.
Oh! when, my ador’d, in the tomb will they place me,
Since, in life, love and friendship for ever are fled?
If again in the mansion of death I embrace thee,
Perhaps they will leave unmolested—the dead.
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Te iubesc mai mult decât știi
Si oriunde vom fi
In munți sau in nori
Te ador pana mor
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
i.
dear cosmonaut,
some days
i am in love with you.
some days
i am in love with you
and i ache in every language i know
and a thousand i don't;
your name spilling from
constellations like some
pure wor(l)d built
elysium.
ii.
there are days
i am ador(n)ed
by the skin of those
who matter
when kindness blisters
and it burns;
i am spitfire conflagrations
and no respite, no shelter
when comfort is the
flame
you fly from.
iii.
in the between
moments
i am paused
floating lonesome
interstellar satellites
in orbit;
these are days
that feel like all days
and none
and i cry out to believe
i am. not broken,
yet sacred and longing
sca(r)red, and
wanting.
you,
perhaps.
iv.
dear cosmonaut,
some days
you are everything;
but the sun
must always
set.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
As I walked in the door
I saw a rose on the floor
A note at my feet
That said follow me
Peddle by peddle I found on the floor
A trail I would follow to the one I ador
The sent of her love
I picked up in the air
I walked passed a mirror
That said I love you in lipstick
My heart then started pounding
Full of love
I have to find my women
Is all I know
She loves these little games
It arouses me so
She's hiding somewhere
And I want her so
She tries to hide
But her breathing is so hard
My passion goes wild
Because I love this girl
She can't hold it in
Nor either can I
We make love all night
Like the stars in the sky
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 5:30 AM UTC
Acută Cocolita!
Tu voi să înțeleagă lumea…
Eu voi recita K-lumea.
Tu: De vorbesc, scurtează… poezia n-o cripta!
Eu: De amăgesc, rimează… pana mea!
În inimă înrădăcinat:
Dintotdeauna focusat, pe a găsi,
Cel puțin oferi un sens vieții.
Așteptat din interior, deși mort fără tine mor,
Neașteptat din exterior, puicuța mea... te ador!
Acestea oare?
Idilicul ce doare,
Flux simbolic,
Paradox logic,
Realul ca alinare.
Lună și soare,
Colți și gheare,
Creți dar/și drepți,
Jenă și pasiune,
Frișcă și căpșune.
Ce întrebare…
Există multe alte elemente,
Adunate, îmbinate—
Toate suficiente?
Urmează multe alte evenimente.
Copii…
Crescuți din agonie,
Trăim în armonie.
Al tău pe vecie,
Draga mea excepție!
Ca atare:
Rezonanță mai adâncă;
Decât în muzică,
În sfârșit *** afirma:
Este soțioara mea!
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC
Once upon a time ago,
A phoenix dared kiss a dove;
Together, wings beat with love,
With ador true, passion slow.
Phoenix of autumnal light,
Hearts collide and lit aglow.
Together, they could both grow,
Through open skies they took flight.
Once they moved in tandem, now
Still as a set sun they lay.
Easy love they did portray;
Though turtle promised no vows.
Here the anthem doth commence:
Love and constancy is dead;
Died it did when Phoenix fled,
Dove still feels a loss, immense.
Phoenix from ash is reborn;
And perfect as they hath seemed
(Like nothing could come between)
The dove from ash remains torn.
Feathers of flame and fury,
Fervor, passion, sparks ignite,
And ashes spread like a blight,
Below, dove burned to bury.
Reciprocity a dream,
With singed wings, dove died on dirt,
What remained; a numbing hurt,
Death of love is now the theme.
For True Love does not exist,
Phoenix burned the whole night through,
From turtledove they withdrew,
Love is only reminisced.
So heed this tale as warning:
Wise the owl who stands alone,
Or eagles heart, cut from stone,
Now the crows stay in mourning.
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
Yo sí te quiero
Mi caballero
El mundo entero
No quiero más
Yo te ador'
En el resplendor
De nuestro amor
Me siento en paz
Yo sí te quiero
Y siempre espero
Mostrar y verlo
Tu amor además
Apr 2, 2022
Apr 2, 2022 at 1:01 AM UTC
In your warm grasp, I shiver,
wet eyes across my skin, burning gaze,
turned to liquid in your passion-clad embrace.
Caress my flesh gently, my love,
my skin is fragile against your inferno--
your cheeks are coral-flushed and peach.
Legs clasped by tangled sheets, knees bruised and knobby,
they clatter and creak, augment my vulnerability,
your breath is sweet and welcoming. I breathe.
Your lips are chapped and precious,
in their rosy, saccharine spread,
my own quiver in their intensity.
Don’t love me too hard, my porcelain dear,
my plains stretch long and ador-flushed.
They ache for you and your cooling touch.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC