Admirers Poems - Poems about Admirers

...He drew the drapes, nothing caught his eye it seemed that yesterday had replicated itself, only today it had chosen a deeper of gray tint. On balance, it could have been the color of stale puke......Read More

...Amidst the glow of city lights they strolled, entwined, Giggles danced upon the air, hands in harmony aligned, Pause, they would, for tender kisses, vows softly spoken, A love so true, as if the u......Read More

...optimistic gremmie hits the beach with her new board eager to take on magnificent crests, showing off her stuff her knowledge minimal, but her courage impressive an aggro gives her a few tips, the......Read More

... More to her there than meets the eye a hint of bare shoulder, a near-glimpse of thigh Her golden hair wrapped in a kerchief Tempting tongue flickers 'tween lips Her voice like......Read More

... The white know blacks who used a lantern: Kazeem: Ray Hospital’s New Intern; By female admirers surrounded, I kept gazing at him astounded… As he saw patients went down complaints, Quick r......Read More

...On the wings of a Pegasus, You've spirited away To be with the Lord in heaven. I wish I knew you better During your living years, But through your poetry, You opened ajar The window to your so......Read More

...Naked David is extremely sexy: oh, how magnificent is his young body! Was he sculptured to shun shame and deceit? Should he be dressed accordingly to meet a certain social code of decency? Nak......Read More

...Charles Bukowski I read a fine essay written by a friend of mine, Bukowski I thought he was a great poet and writer, whether the high table of the educated literate think, or not because from wh......Read More

... Emma Emu is a large bird. She’s taller than I am – absurd! Her voice is really well-endowed, and she can drum a song out loud. She is my friend and I am proud! With three-toed feet, she is ......Read More

... Held captive and caged in a tin shed, an old steam train sulks in its own stillness, a relic from another age. Its skin is cold and hard and has the smell of vintage grease. The fire ......Read More

...Fake admirers of John Keats are spotted, To check out if their luck goes as plotted, Accepted the challenge, They were so brave, But they turned out to be kindergarten kids, so naive,  How com......Read More

...Intensified by love Glorified and unsolved And arrow shot between the stacks Holding firm the joy like racks Happiness in the frames Fully ready to bear any shame Moulded like the mountain to......Read More

...That rose is hidden admirers wonderings Will find her bashful......Read More

... If Shakespeare came back to life His seed would be planted on this Earth In the most fertile soil and mountaintop He would take refuge as a beautiful rose And bask under the sun, moon and s......Read More

...Sensual day on the life trip she searches The walk through broken glass accentuates the rare pleasure of disappointment She checks the mirror for past reflective glories Empty cradle tells n......Read More