"adorably" poems
Sitting in a restaurant
Over a cup of coffee
And silently having our dinner
With hardly anything exciting
Either to brag or blather
My eyes got hooked
On the occupants of the table, next
Two kids, seated on small chairs
A boy and a girl, obviously a pair of twins
Adorably cute, their father, so young
Who having placed the order
Were in wait for their turn
Carrying a tray, as the waiter arrived
With something of the plainest kind,
Small cartons of French fries,
Bottles of sauce and plain ice cream
The little faces gleamed in excitement
Their beaded eyes riveted,
And their heads bobbed in happy approval
As their Dad opened the carton
And placed before them
French fries sprinkled with some sauce
The children, sprang to their feet
With an upsurge of delight,
Jumping up and down,
Clapping their hands and shouting!
At a small distance, sat we
‘Solemnly’ consuming our meal
With nothing to titillate our palette
Or excite our toned nerves
I thought;
How, in course of time,
Everything becomes a routine ritual
And what stark difference
Between our subdued composure
And the overwhelming excitement of kids!
They haven’t learned yet
That such open expression of emotions,
Is not in keeping with accepted norms
To what peaks of joy, they get catapulted
With mere trifles and silly baubles
While we remain ever at the bottom
Unable to be lifted up
Is this what we call aging?
Or is it
The death of spring
The summer’s dirge
Autumn’s mellowing
Or the chill wave of winter’s blast??
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 6:39 AM UTC
She is holding me tight
Our breath in plain sight
Her nose adorably red
From winters bite.
Our minds compromised
From the wrong drinks made right
The liquor warms our blood
As we push off the top
And slide into childhood
Her hold begins to tighten
As this becomes more exciting
We hit the bottom and take a tumble
This is the girl I love
With her in my life, I cannot act humble.
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
*Miss kindle is one of a kind
With a funny way to unwind
And one hell of a heavenly sense of humor
To add to her emotional ‘accolades’ that sends a tremor
Down my emotional spine
Causing a fuzzy indescribable state
Of emotional affairs, she a soul-stirring land mine
And that quality of hers is innate.
When am home and am sited on the couch
She makes herself feel comfy
On my lap while I take coffee
Mine hands making the much needed ‘approach’
She’s one fluffy bundle of joy
Adorably endowed with an eccentric sense of warmth
She my lifebuoy
Who keeps my spirits afloat when am doing my math.*
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
There should be wings of a hundred birds
to churn this scorch with breeze
to dry sweat
shade glare
to soothe the ache
of a post-noon day
There should be varied
and a thousand greens
with all betweens
of innumerable trees
till the blue of sky
blends their deference
And the river heaves its way along
ever on
eternal mission of earth
and...
...Heaven-- sure misses so much some days
Cool remote
Transcended as it be
Replete with rains
and relief of clouds
The Angelus in the distance....
with its affluent affinity for air
Revelers leave their party debris
for those making sure
not a sign is left....
We sort and fold, collapse and pack
Somehow between chairs, tables
cans and bottles, assorted trash
They come--
crouch on the levee
wander and stare
aimless amid tall dry weeds
Inhabit a bench, a moment--
Wild
filtering through our fabrication
Wind to dissipate our purpose
Trees invading abandoned fields
“The poor you have with you always”
“I'm not drunk,”
she drunkenly proclaims
to no one
except maybe….
Leaning over her opened beer
seated on bench adorably painted
with joyful hands
Who fondly held or hoped for her?
Before....
days of dirt troweled a shadow
in the sweat between her *******
Filthy tank that barely covers
derelict denial
How they find themselves established
as we make to leave
WE, of our homes and cars and jobs
and plans of escape
They--
of always
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
you laugh, adorably
perfectly.
i, embarassingly.
i can't help
myself. with you
i love our jibber jabber.
late nights, awake
smiling.
how can you not see
me?
Nov 7, 2012
Nov 7, 2012 at 9:00 PM UTC
Come as you are
You are my bright, shining star
Am I really up to par?
Do you want to take this far?
He’s as cute as a button
Always dresses in blue cotton
Love how he is funny and sarcastic
Gets a kick out of my being dramatic
Voice like an angel, body like the devil
You really get me. Want to take it to the next level?
He calms my panic
Makes my heart feel gigantic
He points me left or right
when I lose direction
He is my dreamy knight
and always showers me with affection
Sweet puppy dog eyes
An adorably perfect smile
You can easily melt me and hypnotize
While sipping your chamomile
It was kind of love at first sight
Didn’t really know what was wrong and how to feel right
Until I met you and now I finally know what to do
You are my absolute dream come true
You are my best friend and lover
You make me feel like no other
You are certainly nobody’s pushover
That conflict with Ronnie should blow over
The truth is that you mean the world to me
You are the showman and the Cabaret’s Emcee
And for your next role as future husband to me
Oh how very happy we will be!
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 2:19 AM UTC
how adorably self-centered
over thinking the tiniest action
looking for the smallest flaw
creating where there were
none, not one at all
how incredibly oblivious
too concerned with the
inflection of your i love yous
than the meaning of it all
I understand you
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Without a Valentine
All alone I dine
So peaceful, so serene
But not too far, I hear a scream!
One guy stood her on their blind date!
Second came for dinner too late
Third one was way too afraid
Another slapped for his haste to get laid
Everything so crimson, hurts my eyes
My usual brown pie is red too, Sigh!
Pitiful eyes look my way
I can’t digest the hype of this day!
There another drunkard sings ridiculously,
Miss Curvy dances seductively,
The ugly blonde rejects “The Ring” snobbishly
While the old lady argues adorably!
Oh, sweet Valentine’s
Have you all lost your minds?
You've wasted months, days and hours
To sweeten this day which only turns sour!
Trying too hard to be someone else
Won’t ring any happy bells!
A few gestures of love can make it special too
So make it memorable for them and you!
-Zainab Attari
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC
to define love.
You'll be baffled
bewildered & broken by the end.
The cynical ones
will laugh,
say it's dead,
overused and cliche.
Why try write what Whitman, Dickinson, Frost & Shakespeare
have already covered?
The romantic ones
will wax on for hours
describing inner & outer beauty
compared to anything that strikes their eye.
Why can't you see it's everywhere?
The hip ones
will scare you,
take a ****
& describe some detailed carnal fantasy
involving tapioca & a talking *****
named Pony.
Ask a lawyer,
they could tell you the legal definition.
Ask your parents,
they will tell you something trite about seeing it through.
Ask little kids
for an adorably wise response.
Ask a dog
as it's ******* your leg.
Ask a scientist,
they will describe the chemical reactions in the brain.
Ask a prisoner,
they will tell you it's something they miss.
But never ask a poet
to define love.
Your brain will hurt,
half your day gone
& you'll be left heart broken
by the end.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 9:57 AM UTC
I can't believe that I fell for your best friend
You're exactly the girl that I want
You meet every **** expectation
You're cute and adorably lost
It's like God sent me a test forged in heaven
Here's a nice girl, she kind of digs you
Now here's her hot friend, she's easy
Come now, you know who to choose
Well I let you down, didn't I, I'm sorry
My brain's not all there when I'm dumb
I suppose my grades don't really speak volume
That's why mom says I'm a destined ***
Even when you explicitly told me
That you reached out to set us in motion
It went over my head, flew through both ears
I'm not all that good with emotion
Now you're off with that mister, that fellow
I won't diss him, he landed my catch
I do think you'd be happier with me though
But I blew it, I'll get in line, last.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
If I were her and she were me,
perhaps nothing would be different
about that time the two of us met.
We would each assume with a touch of pity
that the other was adorably naive
in her opinion of you and her together.
If I were her and she were me,
she would find three strands of my hair tangled in your sheets
and her chest would sting with regret as she hashed and rehashed
every imagined detail that began to crystallize.
If I were her and she were me,
she would not be able to look at you for very long at all
without the consuming thought of
you looking at me (in an identical or different fashion)
bleeding in.
If I were her and she were me,
she would never touch the subject,
never approach it, never cross it;
instead, she would let her heart fill up with you anyway,
and I would be smart.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC
i've never been
happier.
because last night (everything i waited for).
where do i begin?
i suppose with the way that
lying in your arms
laughing at the scary movie flashing from your tv,
i felt so incandescently perfect.
i suppose with the way that
our first kiss (if you can call it that)
was the most hilariously, adorably, endearingly awkward thing
that has probably ever happened to anyone ever
(i could taste your nervousness)
and i suppose with our smiling whispered teasing conversation
about how much better we'll get.
i suppose with the way that you told me i was beautiful.
i suppose with the way that your stubble scratched against my forehead when you would talk.
i suppose with the way you laughed at me, quietly, when i would get scared
(there were ghosts on the screen
and i don't believe in them, but **** did they look real)
and the way you laughed at me, loudly, when i would babble to your sister,
uncontrolled and verbal-vomit,
because i just want her to like me
(my quirks?
the reason you love me,
you said.)
i suppose with the way that our fingers twined together.
i suppose with the way that you stroked my hair.
i suppose with the way that you told me
how long you loved me
how long you tried
(and all of it
paying off
now.)
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 8:35 AM UTC
I was skeptical of you at first
Simply because my wandering eyes haven't met yours prior.
But after we were introduced that one Tuesday morning, I noticed you all the more.
I wasn't sure what my feelings were those first days,
And I still didn't know after a week or two.
But I began to realize it slowly
When I would smile absentmindedly when I was alone, or when I would look at the clock when all the digits matched and I didn't know what to wish for.
Or that late night I saw a star fall, and I just wished for us. Or when my favorite color became your eyes.
I chastise myself for not holding your hand, for not leaning against you, for not showing my affection.
Now I realize the little things I miss. The unusual ordinariness which your existence depended on.
I miss you complaining about the sport you play but hate. I miss you geeking out over your favorite comics.
I won't forget my favorite night. When we just sat in the car and talked about nothing and anything. When I hummed along to a song you said you weren't sure you liked, but you hummed too. When you remembered something I said, and I looked at you in awe.
I miss the night where my feelings blossomed, when I began to be comfortable, when I knew what I wanted. I wanted the tall skinny smart guy who was adorably awkward.
I don't blame you for wanting another over me.
I wouldn't want me either.
Jan 21, 2013
Jan 21, 2013 at 11:37 AM UTC
*she didn't look back to see the tears as they crawled
or my tired fingers that snapped with a click
she didn't look to see my trousers high rolled
or my cheeks turn pink especially the left that did twitch
but I wanted her to do it so that I would see her last look
needing to know her final description in our book
I needed to see the reality of how our radar gets shredded
and how she was holding that moment I dreaded
there were questions in my heart that one glance
should have answered like whether there would be another chance
I was sick watching her leave as I grieved
I tried so hard to disguise that I was weak from disbelief
was it all a lie, was that the sour taste that seasoned goodbye?
was the tree not deep enough in ground that it had to die
simply due to the drought of a few weeks doubt?
she didn't look back even when she reached the last bend
that would our visibility totally end
yet I still told myself she would, that we weren't done
as I sat down torn between running
after her or just looking on at a heart burn
with untold fires of rage, and murderous yearning
maybe I should have followed her and begged some more
but if a week wasn't enough to do it could a minute avert her 'No'?
it was a blunt knife plunged to the hilt into my flesh
and mercilessly twisted for me to have a maximum feel
it was spittle right onto my favourite dish when I've starved over a month
it was a cancer at it's last stages slowly eating me away
wanting to chew over and over the little flesh
left on my feeble bones to mere pulp
or a noose helplessly ******* out the little life left
and I wishing I didn't kick the support under my feet
beckoning someone to come to my rescue and cut the rope
but the gnawing tightness around my neck stealing my desperate cry
and even after that bend I still adorably saw her right there
I saw her close to me and I saw her everywhere
how could I not see her everywhere when for years
she was my pillar, my strength and palm that wiped my tears?
I fell back to the ground and looked straight to the afternoon sun
without blinking,all my existence in ecstasy
and in the nothingness I knew that was the last dot
of happiness in my lifetime I would ever see
And as I in vain implored myself to be strong
I only grew weaker wondering what really went wrong*
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
*Awakening mischievous sun from the cradle of sky
Peeping athrill with a smile of fathomless sleep
Smirking at the moon with a goodbye
Being ever hot passes an alluring wink
At the lotus to bloom
Sniggering in a puckish way poking us like thorns
Shines adorably bright the biggest star
Making our day full of healthy war*
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
*Silence of last night
Laying on the pillow
Waiting to be touched
By the liquid sun.
Sleep draped eyes
Opening adorably
To steal a morning kiss
From the loved one.*
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
We are only as close as we allow.
It's true we've gotten closer and it's true we will never be together.
It's true; Love is the ultimate unreasonable activity.
It's adorably cruel.
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
**It's like being a child again
Doodling hearts and
Writing the name of that boy in your textbooks
Or the name of that cute actor from that TV show you really like**
*Like living in a city
With lights near and far
Looking up into the sky
Barely able to spot a star*
When I look into your eyes
I feel myself stop breathing
The intensity, diving into the pools of thought
It's almost hard to keep gazing
Leaning against you, it's like being home
Your arms encircle, and I'm close
I'm untouchable, safe and sound
My comfort cloud at the ends of a million rainbows
I can almost feel your warm embrace
Like a phantom limb I yearn
But it's just not there, unsubstantial
An ache I can't discern
Stray thoughts keep flitting by
Little bubbles I have to pop, can't resist
Pop! There's that smile! Pop! And a laugh!
Oh and that makes your eyes crinkle adorably I must insist
Uncertainty had been warring
On the battlefields of my mind
The throne's been seized, a side has won
I know for sure, this is what's mine
*Like living in a country
With summer all year round
Getting ready for Christmas and looking out to see
Not a single flake of snow on the ground*
**It's like being grown up, but there's still that little girl
That wants to see his name doodled all over
So she writes about him in a journal
And his name is there, everywhere, hidden amongst the sentences**
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
And life went on while you went away
No Crashing of the stars, no stopping of the world Nothing.
Today I saw you and my heart fluttered but it wasn't that big of flutter like it use to be.
Ha, maybe you are not my whole world like I use to think maybe just a part that makes my life more sweet.
Or maybe I am getting use to not having you and already moving on to the guy who makes me laugh
all the time, to the one who speaks adorably, to the one who's touch still lingers even when he is gone.
No Crashing of the stars nor moon with Earth, nothing
You I still like but I don't know. I don't know how to go about anything anymore.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC
you find solace in the bed sheets
as the sun shines through the blinds
the sleepy state you awake to
asks you to give positivity a try
you turn over and clutch onto
a pillow
for dear life
she finds aggravation in a headache
and a sickening taste in her mouth
she curls her body into a ball
as she re-evaluates her life
she rolls over adorably
wrapping herself around his body
as if it might save her life
or so you wish,
truthfully
you both find a new home in the bed sheets
but don't want to face the day
sleep until noon
i wish she stayed
i wish he stayed
i wish we stayed
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
Dear Braylin, my dearest sister
never did I think
that you were ever possible
Never did I wonder what'd it be like
to feel your hand wrapped around my finger
Never did I feel strange about leaving to visit my father
Because my little bea,
never did I think that you were ever possible.
I used to be satisfied with our cousins
running around after them like they were little princesses
Only now I see-though I love them without question-
Now I see that they can't compare.
Darling you are beyond any princess that could compare.
I knew from the moment I saw you that you'd be special.
I'd been waiting by those doors for half an hour when I finally saw you
You were screaming and covered in white but I didn't care
I couldn't think
As we all crowded around the window
to watch as my stepfather-your daddy-cleaned you up nice
I felt tears in my eyes, but I pushed them back
when our brother held me for the picture, I wanted to push him away
I was so mad at him
I was mad because I was scared
scared that he would put you down like he does me
I still am
But I won't let you hurt
I'll be there when you cry
I wipe the tears away from your eyes
Eyes that I soon found out were blue- like mine.
Only your's are darker, a deep dark blue like the deep ocean
I could stare at your eyes, your face, your beauty forever.
That's what I thought- the first time I held you
As the tears finally streamed down my face, and everyone laughed
Everyone laughed, but I didn't care for once
All I could think of was the miscarriages that mommy had
So many babies she lost
I had tried to not get my hopes up with you
but my worries were in vain
here you were, sleeping in my arms
they all talked about how I'd gotten you to quiet down
they were impressed
I wasn't very surprised
It seems almost like a common thing now
not that I can calm you down- you're so adorably spoiled-
but that I can connect with you
that you love me
I know you do, like I've never known anything before
never did I imagine that you were possible
but here you are, and here I'll stay
It makes me sad to think, in just four years
I'll have to leave- I've never liked thinking about growing up
but you make it even worse
When I start college, you'll be only four years old
What if I can't always be here?
What if I miss something?
What if you forget me?
Don't ever forget me, Bea.
I'll never forget you, I'm staying strong for you
I'll go out, and live, and make a future for myself
Because I want you to have everything you want in life
and I want to be one to help with that.
Never did I think you were possible
But looking into your deep blue eyes,
I know that anything is possible
I'll prove it.
I'll make me dreams come true
no matter how impossible they seem
We thought you were impossible
now look where we are.
Nothing is impossible
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
your eyelashes showed interest,
your lips showed courage, with a little bit of lust outlining the curve. they've always been distrustful. but nothing was more dishonest than the snow that frosted and layed on the trees, each branch looking like a frozen chocolate Popsicle.
(the branches were dismembered fingers that always reached for something. love, hope, I don't know.
they cracked and crumbled, to their death, to the ground, whatever in reach falling with them.)
I loved talking to you. you didn't think like me, which was good. you gave a reason to your point of view, always (which was quite annoying in some ways and some adorably lovely in others.) having to say your opinion.
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 12:30 PM UTC
Adorably gagworthy
Because nothing is worse than
Cutesy talking over each other to
Depict your date of face battles
Extended past curfew and
Frightened of losing the other
Granted neither is going anywhere
Heaven made match through twists of fate
Integrating both into my
Justifiably insane life
Keeping me on my tip toes
Leaping forward to catch them both before they
Meet the hellhole of
Never ending fear that
Openly acts as a factor of the
Purity and
Quite
Raucous realness of their
Story book love tale
Tracing the pathways paved by
Unanimously loved romantic comedies
Verifying the necessity of this
Wacky wubulous
Xenial relationship that has been
Years in the making and will stand longer than
Zion
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
Peter is joining us for lunch in the cafeteria. I met him on a crowded Saturday morning at a coffee shop. He’s from the flammable, paper-dry, sagebrush hills of Malibu and grew up overlooking the hazy blue pacific ocean. He says Mel Gibson’s drunken **** rant, when a cop pulled him over for a DUI, put them on the map.
Poor Peter is fashion challenged. He’s 25, too tall, and too thin. Reading glasses hang around his neck. His too loose-fitting clothes are all variations of brown, like tawny, penny and wenge. He’s wearing a battered tweed coat, brown corduroy slacks and tortilla colored mock turtleneck. He’s adorably shabby-fancy. If he fell in the dormant, straw-yellow grass, we probably couldn’t find him.
Peter has a serious aura of experience about him. His cheek bones are sharp, his hair is an explosion of uncombed black, his skin is pale - bleached - by over exposure to library lighting.
He lives in a different world - the prosaic, laissez-faire universe of research - where students are left to their own devices and expected to self-manage.
Right now, he’s being vetted by one of my roommates, Leong. His student lanyard marks him but she wants specifics if he’s going to hang around. “What’s your major?” she asks, her eyes squinting like the Chinese lie detectors they are. “I’m a doctoral student in applied physics,” he says.
I pat his knee, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I say, reassuringly.
Mar 1, 2022
Mar 1, 2022 at 7:24 AM UTC