"adriana" poems
As a Sports Illustrated model it's no secret that she has the ability to turn heads.
So as Hannah Ferguson marked day 30 of LOVE magazine's video advent she did so in smouldering fashion to ensure her debut was not easily forgotten.
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With her hair worn in its natural state, the beautiful blonde's striking blue eyes are lined with kohl liner while her pout is coated in a shade of **** lipstick.
Preened to perfection, the two minute clip is formatted in slow motion as the Texan beauty, who resides in the Big Apple, seductively gyrated on the floor.
In the film Hannah also displays her comical side as she flashed her pearly white while attempting to do the 'Stanky Leg' dance.
Ferguson's debut sees her join the likes of Kendall Jenner, Cara Delevingne, Rita Ora and Adriana Lima who all featured in the 2015 edition of the online countdown to the new year.
The LOVE magazine advent calendar, now in its fifth year, has seen an influx of 8.2 million views since launching on December 1.
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Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
my name
is case sensitive
adriana tamara
is how it’s spelled
sometimes as one word
and sometimes as two
but always as only lowercases
my name
is humbling
as it reminds me
that i am merely
one girl
against the elements
i am merely
one voice
muted by wind
my name
is empowering
she shows me
that my mouth
can never run dry
that my thoughts
can never go dormant
my name
looks small
compared to all of the rest
because i
am small
compared to the world
even in my own perception
i am too little
to know everything
to understand everything
my name
is my teacher
is my guardian
is my keepsake
& when i think i know everything
about poetry, about loving, about people
she humbles me
and i continue to learn
case sensitive
(12.24.2020)
—adrianatamara
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
a
a
A
a
A
agony
and
and
and
and
are
arms
arms.
at
at
baby
beaten
beating
beating
birth,
body
border
border.
breast
breast,
consciousness.
death?
deep
deep
despondency,
distance
early
East
eternity.
feel
for
From
from
from
go
going
happiness
has
has
Have
He
he
hear
heard
heart
heart
him
him
I
I
I
I
I
if
in
In
in
in
in
infinity
is
Is
is
It
it
it
It
laid
little
love,
man,
mine,
mine.
morning.
my
my
my
ocean
of
Of
of
of
of
of
of
of
of
on
pain
passed
passes
rocked
Rocked
rumbling
sky?
sleep
small
small
small
some
sorrow?
springing
Springing
stop.
stop.
stopped.
Such
that
the
the
the
the
the
the
the
the
the
the
Then
Then
then.
time.
to
too.
too.
train
up
very
very
wake
was
waters
waves,
we
well
What
When
white
will
will
will
with
wonder
you
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 5:19 AM UTC
All that I own is worthless
Yet, everything reminds me of you
Adriana Maria Rojas Garcia
Guardian angel watch me
As I write a tale of loss
Adriana Maria Rojas Garcia
Raven-black hair
Dark brown eyes just like mine
Adriana Maria Rojas Garcia
Now I write the tale of loss
And of it I dream
Adriana Maria Rojas Garcia
Her voice echoing
Finding me
Across the water
Adriana Maria Rojas Garcia
An other boy a year an a half older
You only left six numbers
Car crash took your husband
Oh, you were so young
Adriana Maria Rojas Garcia
Crying moon
Angry mind
Adriana Maria Rojas Garcia
I will write my tale of love
In hopes you will see
Adriana Maria Rojas Garcia
Find me
Read my tale for you
Adriana Maria Rojas Garcia
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 12:25 PM UTC
Every Saturday for the past two years has pretty much been the same.
I wake up to the sound of my momma knocking on my door,
"Go watch your sister, I'll be back soon."
I stagger out of bed and head on over to keep an eye on my little sister, Raylin.
She returns usually an hour later,
It's 8 am at this point,
With five young girls,
Five very sleepy young girls.
The oldest, 16 now, Adriana,
Collapses on the couch most of the time,
Too tired to make it to another bed.
Roxana and Mariana, 14 and 9,
Will sit and watch tv all day from the moment they get here
To the time they leave.
Maritza and Marisol,
7 and 6, will sleep until Raylin wakes up to play with them.
It usually doesn't take very long.
Two years ago is when it all started.
Having to wake up early to get the girls,
Having to pick them up from 30 minutes away
So they could have a safe place to call home.
Two years ago,
my mother receives a call from my tia Cindy,
*"Adriana is hurt,
Adriana can't move,
She went too far this time."*
The entire family had been trying for months to get the girls,
Their mother and father a complete mess.
"In love", they called it.
They would show their love with marks upon their skin,
Bruises as proof of their undying love for each other.
My tia Perla would wear her blood and tear stained love upon her sleeves
for the world to see,
But she didn’t care.
This was the life she chose for herself,
And when she grew unhappy with it,
Her daughters would hide in fear,
Adriana and Roxana taking the worst of it.
Once,
I heard Roxana yelling at my own momma,
Who only wanted Roxana to listen.
"I don’t care, I just want my mom, I want to go home."
I couldn't understand the words that were coming out of her mouth.
Later that day,
after my momma and I dropped the girls off at tia Cindy's house,
I asked my momma what could've possibly caused
Roxana to say something like that.
"It's her mom, it's the only type of love she knows."
Two year ago,
These sleepy girls showed up at my house,
In the dead of night
when the bats would fly around,
Maritza and Marisol holding each others hands,
The older three with panicked expressions they couldn’t hide,
The beginnings of several bruises
Forming on Adriana and Roxana's arms and legs.
They slept huddled together on my bed,
Refusing to leave each other,
Shaking even when it wasn't cold.
Two years ago,
These five sleepy girls couldn’t sleep
without being scared of what waited for them in their dreams.
Arms and hands that were supposed to shoo the bad dreams away
caused them instead,
But last Saturday was pretty much the same as it has been
For the past two years.
My momma knocked on my door,
"Go watch your sister, I'll be back soon."
The five girls show up at my house,
No longer scared,
No longer shaking when it's not cold,
No longer so sleepy.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
**for all who understand perfectly why perfection can never be,
and Adriana Barreiros~**
<>
Todays new millionth sunrise bids me stand,
observe the river traffic from my kitchen window,
accept that my takings are debts,
a few, even paid back,
yet, most still owed,
for the origins of all my poems,
are oddly and oddity old,
unoriginal, second, third handed
as I look through the eyes of the dead,
and yours too,
this my unoriginal,
original sin....
(pretending I am a poet)
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC
They call us k.o,
Adriana,
Riley,
Jessica,
and Gabby.
Pass out.
While we walk by.
Party.
Crash.
Burn.
Don't get it?
Didn't think you would
<3 my gals
Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 12:51 PM UTC
I come from the large Texas city Houston. Where prices are decent, and crime is high, that includes death. Spring Break of 2016, I saw on Instagram, people I half *** knew were posting pictures of you, saying you had gone missing. I was baffled. I hardly knew you, but I still did parcally know you from sharing the same first period class. I knew you by your first name, but couldn't tell you I could remember your last. Days passed, your story stumbled onto the news. The same picture being displayed across television screens across the city, attempting to find your kidnapper. Your father had been shot and burned. Reporters said it was possible that you witnessed this. I hope you didn't witness your father's demise, I really do. I was getting my hair done at a salon when my father told me police had found your corpse. They first announced she was shot, then sexually assaulted. My heart dropped, this was the youngest tragedy I had witnessed before, but, again, I barley knew you. I knew when I came back to school after the week long break that the atmosphere would be somber. First period, algebra. That was the only class you and I shared. Our teacher talked about you, with such kind words, choking up, and in tears. The principal and councilors visited, making sure no one was shaken too bad by her passing. I looked from across the room where you used to sit, on the complete opposite side of the room, at your now hallow desk. Funny, how before the break, our teacher spoke of being safe because she knew a teacher friend of hers who lost two students of his, and how devastated he was over it, knowing they'd never come back or step foot in his class room. It's the same for my highschool algebra teacher. One of the last days we had with her before finals, she asked us to write letters to Adriana's mother, that she'd give them to her, she asked in tears once more. I wrote her mother, saying how no one deserves this kind of loss. How her daughter was a good kid. I went off of what her best friend told me in drawing class as a base to Adriana's personality. She seemed bright, and bubbly, and friendly, and joy, and laughter. But alas, I never knew her, and I will never get to know you, because you have been taken, sooner than expected.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
you're the only person i know that says my name in texts.
the only person that says my name at all, really.
in the end, it's the least meaningful thing that you say,
and that's really saying something.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 8:59 PM UTC
I'm sure if he could tell you one last time that he loved you
He would do anything he could to make that happen
But Adriana, your daddy's gone, and all I can say is that it wasn't your fault
He lost his fight with the monsters in his head
And all I can convey is how much he loved you every second you were alive
When he spoke your name the light shined in his eyes
And he smiled
There is nothing I can do to help heal your pain
You miss him so much, and I miss him too
When he isn't around to take care of you, reach out into the air
He is silent and smiling and he'll be standing right there
And though you can't picture the light in his eyes
Please know that they shined brighter than all the stars in the sky
They shined that bright for you
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
I picked a course in the river flowing,
and like the river, the direction was less mine than Nature’s
choice
- Adriana L B
Copyright 2015
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC
'I won't cry for you...my mascara is too expensive'-Adriana Lima
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:19 AM UTC