Adored Poems - Poems about Adored

Adorned and Adored Let us adorn our daughters with pearls! Gifting One pearl — so very dearly ocean-made, fresh… To dress each earlobe With a radiant luster, Emphasizing the spirited Life-light In her glinting, mesmerizing eyes… Then, gather your heart To proudly place a string Of one or some pearls Around your daughter’s ...

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I am adored when I’m with you I am in accord with peace with you I can’t live without you near I can’t live without your cheer I am adored and bless you too I am bored when I’m not with you I can’t give you enough of my heart’s love towards you But, I can express it best I can, true Haven’t...

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She could forgive her dog a transgression or two. He could chew up her pillow, a boot, a dress and a shoe. But if a man got close and made one little mistake, Out she would throw him with a kick and a shake. My dog is my world, she told us, but we already knew. She could forgive...

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Some write to be adored...nothing wrong with that: we are clothing and window dressing (even our empty stores speak a department's worth)~as much as our words, where actions fail...so we attempt to charm and clarify – Christ wrote nothing, having mastered the authorship of deeds. But, seeing how I have yet to walk on water, nor have I raised...

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would welcome the Lord we told him to hop aboard always have adored react to impact as matter of fact severely we would react when part did enact...

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The year is made up of four awesome and adored seasons: one has evergreen trees, it's the home of hummingbirds! These trees are decorated with snow and staring at them: we feel great emotions! Meadows have turned white and grandma drinks from her teacup wishing to borrow time; illness has confined her inside, and frolicking she finds pics of her grandchildren holding her hands! The year...

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they are so many in the heart each holds a place as stars own the night the green butterflies likewise seek a sweetness source in fields of beauty arrested they march to the drumbeat of the heart helpless and captive...

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The cosmos loves her, so they nurture her gladly She has only had fine days, always respected If she fell from the planet, the stars would catch her She has led a charmed life, for she is charming She is an earth angel, watched over by nurturing souls The heavens loves her scientific mind She studies astronomy and astrology, concocting her...

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Ethereal she was, delicate and beautiful. Her skin alabaster, red lips and pink cheeks. Her auburn hair curled in exactly the right way. Thick and fine; it was the only thing thick about her. I hid in the shadows, watching her. The butterflies understood. Came to her as if she was butter. Or a daisy. Fluttered onto her hands and shoulders. Understanding and reveling...

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I shall compare Hinduism with a faith centered on Jesus & show why I cannot worship as a Hindu now. I need to clear a few things ahead of any armchair pundits. Those who have read more than two of my poems will know I respect Indian culture. You will also sense that Jesus is my...

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Beauty adored But what for Starved and withered Like rose petals On the floor Not scarlet and vibant Like when in a vase Demanding attention Like during the chase Beauty it fades Passes with time Like these blackened petals Once red like wine Love conquers all Until it grows sour From living a lie Being a coward Love that's unwanted Makes a heart grow cold Not anticipating a...

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Smell the roses, Smell their air Wonder what sweet sounds they'd share Sounds of summer, sounds of fall, Sounds so sweet, you'd pick them off Tasteful colors, Tasteless thorns A taste of iron in the blood they pour A taste of medicine, for ours they fall For their tasteful colors and vitality do warm A touch of love A touch of fear If roses could touch,...

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As elegant canopies of cute flowers Begin to pale into less natural hues, Eyes wildly wander for better sights Under the old heavens' banal blues. As the sun's rigor sinks in the west, Score for dimmer stars hits its best; Dull Moon is at last by men adored, With none by his lower shine bored. For want of simpler paths more...

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(Adored one =Latreea Mou!) ~A Heavenly Man~ Short and Baklava sweet~ Who can dance like he has magical wings on his feet. Those eyes, pierce me, so very brown and beautiful. Add a twinkling soul, divinely pure, With a destiny for the heavens! Oh ,yes, latreea mou! Of that, your Panagiota is adamantly sure. Panagiota Romios 3/18/2019...

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Summer’s arriving with ease and I’m lost Broken connection, Devoid affection, Feels like the warmth has converted to frost ...

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