Best Adjective Poems
The Adjective Twin: A Poem of Pain
I am "presumptuous" -- and with my brother, "arrogant"
we are the adjective twin of "gentle" blame
of "gentle" wounding, of "gentle" continued "colonization"
constantly in an "unconscious" search for unsuspecting names to attach to,
so that we can remain collectively unconscious of our shadows.
We were born (and are constantly re-born)
from the culturally "unconscious" womb of (even "progressive") white privilege,
with the help of "pre-judgment" the midwife who abhors "decolonization."
And heed this warning: We do NOT like mirrors, because clear mirrors tell
(at an uncomfortable-making non-white-privileged "pace" of needed transformation)
the kind of "decolonization" truths that inconveniently bring to consciousness "well-intentioned" unconscious "Orientalisms,"
("Truths" that could potentially flourish into "Reconciliation" healing--IF allowed mirror-full-ness);
and these kinds of truth make my brother and I really (mostly "unconsciously") uncomfortable,
because we don't resonate with mirrors, with reflection,
'cause rather than truthfully being "set free"
we like to be comfortable in our privilege.
When we, the adjective twin attach ourselves to unsuspecting names
(who expect standards that befit real civility, real nonviolence, real caring)
Mother Earth's mirrors of tearful eyes break in 1,001 pieces of feel-goodist "progressive" self-deception,
that "gently" kill peace--on Earth.
Don't blame us, though,
(and definitely, but "gently" DO silence the wailing sirens of inconvenient awakening)
because we are the adjective twin,
and the "progressive" harm we cause is ever so "gentle" and "well-intentioned," you see?
By: Moji Agha (Mojtaba Aghamohammadi)
Monday, March 26, 2018
Boulder, Colorado
faeries found freelance forest
matched up verbs and adjectives
married them fine and dandy
the nouns were so mad
A dandelion sun floats in a
Ty-D-Bowl sky, and
dewy young girls with hair
like shining copper pennies
and unsalted butter
bathe beneath it.
With faith born of MTV,
they worship Ocean---
her heavy metal fury,
her power ballad calm.
But Eros interrupts,
sending her own virile priests
with Bowflex bodies and
Energizer loins
to defile the idolators.
Ocean rebels
and paves the lazy sky
in asphalt clouds.
Sharp quills of rain sting
both priests and congregants
as they run for cover.
Eros laughs.
Ocean waits for another day. -5/16/2015
Written by Gail DeBole
On 10/27/2021
Updated on 10/28/2021
Don’t repeat.
Make it short and sweet.
Really and Very
Are words that don’t carry
A crucial amount of weight
To a descriptive word’s state.
If you must abuse
The word that you choose.
Then at least speak the power
So listeners do not sour.
Say “Very” to the third
Even though it’s quite absurd.
At least you’re being clever
If listeners respond, “Whatever.”
Adjective Fashion
I am looking for a new adjective
To go with this really nice verb
I’ve tried a few nouns and Pro-nouns
But they make me look rather absurd
You are an adjective to me;
Not a person, place, or thing.
Neither object nor property,
Nor a figure or being.
You are not simply boy or girl,
Or a shining star.
Not a luminescent pearl,
Or a song on the guitar.
You are the lovely of an angel,
The golden of a star.
The lustrous of a pearl,
The melodic of a guitar.
You are the diamond of the ring,
The warmness of the heat,
The beauty of the Spring,
The rhythm of my beat.
You’re the meaning of the phrase,
The detail in a scene,
The worship to the praise,
The picture on the screen.
You’re my sweet, my elegant,
My enchanting, my angelic;
My wonderful, my intelligent,
My charming, my poetic.
You are an adjective to me
Not because you’re incomplete;
You’re just too indefinite to be concrete.
Lieutenant Adjective snoops
about the crime scene seeking
forensic evidence to catch
the prime suspect
with a warm clue to match
the DNA in a way that puts
the suspect there
at the time of the murder.
The sleuth modifies
his perspective by staring
at the spot on the wall
upside down sideways,
up close and at a distance.
He’s tenacious.
As a qualifier par excellance
he will close the case
with unkempt elegance
and with the usual dire consequence.
When love is too loud, and lurid,
it languishes in lewd, lusty lakes.
When love is silent, and steadfast,
it sings sweetly with soft waves on sea shores.
When love is motionless and mute,
it meanders to black mold and makes miserable, monotonous marshes.
So let me
love thee silently, softly,
with actions,
with adjectives and valiant verbs.
Saying I love you with
kind kisses,
empathetic embraces,
tender touches,
longing looks,
weary work, and
tedious tasks.
An underwater silence full of
graceful gestures and
mysterious moves…
…letting love lead, and last a lifetime.
Always use a verb
Over a noun…better still…
Use an adjective!
The Adjective Cellar
Nestling smugly twixt pepper and salt
The adjective cellar begins its assault
When carelessly picked by some epicure
Who sadly considers himself connoisseur
Once the poor dinner guest flips up the top
The words tumble out, they’re awkward to stop
They bounce on the table and under the chairs
And yelling and screaming they bound up the stairs
Normally nouns are wrapped up in chains
Tortured and bound and horribly maimed
Now they’re ecstatic about to be pleasured
As picturesque words stand up to be measured!
The Vicar remarks on these halcyon days
Whilst Major Winstanley has Draconian ways
And poor Mrs Kingsley’s exordium chatter
Falls willy nilly on euphoric batter
The twins are excited in ectopic manner
The cats caught its tail in a Hashemite planner
The Doctor is dissident, red in the face
Flapping his hands with acrimonious grace
Sadly the dinner has come to a close
The adjective cellar is back in repose
The nouns are re-bound the adverbs placated
The Vicar, the Major, the Doctor berated
But wasn’t it fun to see how our language
Can blossom and bloom and happily languish
In even the narrowest pinch penny mind
When the fruits of the Adjective cellar are vined
clouds similar
or you decided
result doesn't change
there is not truth in the middle
my poem tecnichal(no adjective poem)
Give It A Superlative Adjective
When you want to describe best way to live
Be careful and assign a superlative adjective;
Greatest result;
Never insult;
Only to extraordinary things is comparative.
Jim Horn
Naturally particular, normally pedantic, never problematic - pessimism notwithstanding.
Thoughtfully intuitive, interested in thinkers; tactile in time, nuance in tenderness.
clouds similiar
or you decided
result doesn't change
there is not truth in the middle
(my tecnichal poem-no adjective poem)
Turquoise tenses painting white page
Hazel words denim dancing phrase
Emerald emoji expressed with wit
Sandy sonnets so full of it
Apple cider adjectives pleasantly heard
Urban legend speaking violet verbs
Regal readers rosy bloodshot eyes
United by excited read a red book cries
Song of silver sonnets similes and sighs