Admiringly Poems | Examples

Extraordinary

Virtues are a gift from the Donor,
Unsellable to a pawner,
Just as love is always around the corner,
So does respect attract honour,
History is a former,
The present is upon her,
The future by Jeremiah twenty nine eleven makes it calmer.

Knowing thyself is wise,
It is a journey taken to paradise,
To the best of characters recognize,
Otherwise,
What cannot be understood analyze,
From within live admiringly without compromise,
Exploring the mind where the prize lies.

The world is full of possibilities,
Map out hidden abilities,
Create a tree of endless possibilities,
When you believe in your capabilities,
The universe collaborates to unfold the existing utilities,
As a reward of the artistic qualities,
For rulers are the best in imaginative poetic symphonies.

A Note In the Wind

l saw a note in the wind 
caught up in the fencing 
could it possibly be...? 
was it what I was sensing?

determined to have it 
I gazed up admiringly 
it was out of my reach 
fluttering enticingly

I spied a big number too! 
I was feeling quite heady 
my mind was in overdrive 
I had spent it already 

so it pains me to say
I was terribly mistaken 
instead of cash I retrieved 
a parking citation

An Open Window

An open window invites a curious look
What enticing stories are lurking inside
Fluttering pages of a neglected book,
What has become of those who occupied
This once grand abode of the leisure class,
Living in the most favored neighborhood
With manicured shrubs and fresh-cut grass,
What turned the tide from times so good?
When tight shingles framed a painted sill
Flowered walks welcomed all who'd heed,
Admiringly, and most likely they would still
But untended the place has gone to seed.
All that beckons is an open window calling
Attention to the contents long abandoned,
I stand in awe wondering why I'm stalling
The old place my attention commanding.

Written September 1, 2022

The Dance

Gently flowing to the music
Intensely aware of his touch
Caressing her waist admiringly
Like he always felt as such
~~~
Dreamily whispering in her ear
As they greedily listened with hope
For even more of these feelings
Which promised they would elope





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An Alliteration

The amazing analogy awesomely alliterated admiringly advent age agrees actively~

5/4/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021

Attentive Angel's

Absolute attentive awesomely amazingly, 
uplifting attendant angel's admiringly approaches- Amen~


12/22/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020

Angel Alliteration Callings--

Angel Alliteration Callings--

the angel approaches
the angel avoids  Lucifer Satan
the angel achieves penance
the angel appears Holy

the angel agrees with God the Father
the angel applies toward human sufferings
the angel accepts his calling


actively flies
accidentally cries
admiringly smiles
agreeably praises God

6/29/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019

On the Wall

On the wall standing

Amidst the danger encroaching

Mirrors the alligator’s razors

Securely entrenched in mud waiting

A boa slides into the deep...

The seconds tick amicably.

A table for two served yet again

Another tango about to be untangled

Periodic busts of water

Jet from the sighing sea...

A canoe capsizes

In this noonday medley

A suckling amidst the troubled current

Heads gaily for the sea’s bed...

Another scene, the serene sea

Running a sapid gold hue

Allows a fluttering dove above admiringly

To the nonchalant glare

In the distant horizon

Of the setting sun.

Afar the mongrels howl

At grotesque elements from hade...

Suddenly Andromeda hurtles through the sky

In search of her Medusa-defeated lover

Provoking Hercules into a riotous laughter

As its echoes furious might does Atlantis in...

Them

A feeling, love it epitomised, 
Once, just once i descried.
A girl kissing her beloved admiringly,
Her hand brushing her each hairstrand singly.

Oh yes, yes you heard me right,
She canoodled her girl beneath the moonlight.

Soon they parted,
As if something is erroneous,
Incorrect is not them,
It's our belief that is fallacious.

They aren't unlike, they aren't mistaken,
They just need a law which is left untaken

How can they be dissimilar? 
When the word *****means 'same'
How can they be different
While the similar feeling they claim!

Wrong are those laws,
Disallowing to choose who you wanna be with,
We the people have flaws,
Tagged 'ADVANCED' with the same old myth!

The waves loved the shore,
But were forced into the sea,
Yet they chase back each moment,
Just for the sake of their glee!
-shrutika kahale

Picnics At the Park

Picnics at the Park

I wished that I had stopped
The hands of Mother Clock
From ticking on its tac
As time flew by steadfast.

Bye, bye my toddler sweet
Hello there little princess
New adventures you'll seek
Words small and big you'll speak.

You're so confident at three
A daredevil I could see
Climbing, jumping, hopping
In every closet, hiding.

First time I saw you biked
With training wheels unlatched
Made your Grandma so proud
Love tears bedewed her eyes.

At four you got bolder
Your bike rides went farther
Your hollers were like fireflies
Which I chased them from afar.

Though dusk had already fallen
You're still roamin' in the gloamin'
A guard brought you back alone
Told him 3324 Park St., was your home.

You loved picnics at age five
On the grass, we laid our mat
Admiringly I watched you biked
With your cool sunglasses and hat.

One day when you're past five
Moved miles away I couldn't drive
How I wished that I had stopped
Before. The tic tacs of Mother Clock!

Still Asking Why Am I Here

Still asking why am I here?

When a place I dont have clear feelings about;
To find carelessness is the current spout;
While kindness and feelings lead to drought.
It is usual spot for those who like to flout
Blindness and deafness despite my shouts
People inner mess rock me out.

Still asking why  am I here?

Values and virtues dont take the counts
Bluntly it is the matter of ruthless amounts
Whenever I call for peace in and out
 It is questioned with doubt.
Still asking why am I here?
Where the inner gifts have no sounds
While the fake voices glamoured around
In masked faces straying with no bounds
They are joyfully tapping high on the ground
Admiringly picture the looks of their wounds
Their sins are proudly crowned.

And still I am here living the surround....

Cataclymic Lover's Spirit

Cataclysmic Lovers Spirit,


Love, lover, you arrive and tame the wild spirit inside,
Set the pace, it slows to a walk to observe and feel and look and notice,
Drops of dew on a rose petal,
Pink sunsets sets, high above in a sun punched sky over a shorn green David Hockney lawn,
Cool glasses of clear perfect water quench a thirst,
And mammoth plates glass windows reflect our youthful smiles,
And our wild spirits slow to love, a simmering boil
They unfold graciously, kindly, admiringly,

And time remakes space,
Entropy changes landscapes, city-scapes, and topography 
And you and me,
And the spirit’s restless,
The spirit sets a marathon at sprinters pace, 
Seeking solidarity in the wilderness as the rain sets in,
Lichen covered blackened, branches and brackish water slake you now,
You arduously seek thunderous storms in stretches of cold cruel terrain,
And your spirit tumbles in long dark stretches of formidable mother Nature,
once you crashed into me, like thunder, once you pulled away from the wreckage
Stretching your spirit like a Giacometti bronze,
A spirit as Forlorn as Femme aux Bras Croisés
bereft of Joy
simple joy such as dew on a rose petal.

All the Ghosts

All The Ghosts 

Families hushing 
Around crackling transistors, 
Like the sound of rushing 
And muffled whispers,
And all the ghosts enter 
Through a heart-shaped door
Where a nervous presenter 
Is announcing war. 

Post cards and kit bags
Are strewn in the hall, 
Their tears and nametags 
Says it all, 
And waving goodbye 
To their husbands and sons
Are the wives who will cry
For the enemy guns.

Marching tin soldier, 
Like a puppet, a toy, 
Not much older 
Than someone's little boy, 
All the ghosts mothers 
And all the ghosts wives 
Dream under covers 
Far from their lives. 

A brave volunteer, 
An unwilling conscript 
Toast the same fear 
In fields of conflict, 
"To the bittersweet irony 
Of life and death"
They breathe, admiringly,
The enemies breath. 

When words left unspoken,
To our heroes, are said, 
Some return broken
And some return dead, 
Where a million hearts grieve 
As they are laid to rest 
And all the ghosts leave 
Through holes in their chest. 

© RJVHorton2015

A Naked Beauty

She stood there in all her naked beauty,
the man approached her with reverence,
as he stood in front of her drinking in
her exquisite womanhood with awe struck wonder.

Gently he runs his fingers up and down her
searching out her body and crevices.
Pausing here and there lightly stroking
finding her hidden imperfections.

Taking out his hammer and chisel
he gently chips away her blemishes.
Smoothing the marble surface as he goes.
At last satisfied he stands back admiringly.

She glows in the fading sunlight,
seeming to come to life as dusk falls.
the sculptor sighs with pleasure.
It was worth the many hours of work

Pure Beauty

Gazing admiringly upon her mesmerizing photo; lovely
Her spellbinding in beauty's enchanting, Gypsy Queen...
Never having truly been one whom delves into pictures
That they might take flight beyound, their still frames ?
Not amid this light surely these, her hues; quiet refrain
Poetics muse; etched of charcoals splendours a canvas
She as dark flowing hair cascading deep velvet streams
Bronzed perfection pondering her heart, and silhouette
Dreams brush black their white, blue; click, in sanguine.

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