Best Adjectives Poems
A is for angry, a passion hot and burning,
B is for beautiful, always a damsel yearning.
C is for callous, the ungodly wicked act,
D is for doting, such love can so much impact.
E is for energetic, big strong pocket Hercules,
F is for foolish, an unwise approach to my exercises.
G is for greedy, synonymous to a glutton
H is for hot temper, a destroyer of virtues gotten.
I is for impetuous, the risk of irrationality,
J is for joyous, a state of delight of souls nationality.
K is for kind, rewarding act of helping,
L is for loving, found a synonym for doting.
M is for meek, angelic attribute and non-devil…,
N is for new, the same for the word 'novel'.
O is for ossified, father's rules rigid and fixed,
P is for peaceful, the calm feeling when kissed,
Q is for *****, strange like the itch from a peppermint balm,
R is for reliable, God's attribute in every Psalm.
S is for soft, the touch of a mother,
T is for tedious, boring, pants for another.
U is for united, one mind, a great entry,
V is for vociferous, my sister's repeated loud complaints to a tree.
W is for willing, not compelled like the call of saints,
X is for xenophobic, the fear of strangers' paints.
Y is for youthful, prepared to take on life's dangers,
Z is for zealous, the weapon of the power rangers.
So much fun learning vocabs of adjectives,
Like wielding magical powers of elves.
BIOGRAPHY
Ayoola Goodness Lanre is my name. Born 2nd of March 1989. I am a Nigerian. An
English language teacher. A poet and other genres of literature. Love children.
Categories:
adjectives, education, love, , literature,
Form:
Couplet
I loved it when you were learning
And practiced with adjectives at every opportunity
You would frame my face within your hands
And kiss me fiercely before announcing
“Happy kiss”
A kiss that had no special reason, coming as a sample
Proving the glow upon your face was real and marvelous
That you were at home, safe within my heart.
I loved your questions that confused me
“Shake hands and say How do you do . . . .
How do you do what?”
And you would wait for an answer with that cute frown
And there was no answer other than “That’s what we say”
“You’re crazy!” she’d respond. “Thank you, you’re welcome!
Welcome? Welcome to where, to what?
That’s what you say, right? English is for crazy people!”
You loved autumn above all seasons
Pointing and practicing, “Leaf . . . . bush . . . . torrente . . . .
“Stream,” I’d tell you and you would nod pertly
And repeat, “stream . . . . stream . That’s a pretty word.”
“Sure, and gonorrhea sounds like a South Sea island
English is crazy, remember?”
But you would ignore me and walk on muttering
“Stream . . . . torrente . . . . stream . . . . stream.”
That night we sat on the sofa
You with your legs tucked beneath you
And you took my hand with eyes teary bright
“Sometimes,” you said, “I want to lock the door
Never open for anybody. Food is not important
I just want to stay here, inside this place
Here, beside you, inside your arms
Because I am frightened of everything out there.”
Existence was defined by emptiness
Your side of the bed, the chair before me at the table
The seat belt dangling and your place on the sofa
Your side of the dresser, your towels on the rack
Your shampoo and your place to lay out clothes for tomorrow
Everything was abbreviated and nothing complete
Because reality knocked at the door
And everything you feared invited us to this moment
Categories:
adjectives, lost love, memory, romance,
Form:
Free verse
lovely accomplishments
persuasive with my hand
wrote not only to the lonely soul
my time before the sand
as with a clue my life saw thin
the hour glass and sand
thus future independent clause
befalls this mortal man
Categories:
adjectives, loss, people,
Form:
Lyric
No Adjectives
No adjectives graced skies of dawn
No crimson, mauve or bronze
Only blankets of fog akin to gloom
Blocking sunlight, singing runes.
Winds on gusts rose up in westerlies
Breath like brooms sweep skies majestically
Danced as a smile – heaven cheering -
Mischief on wings – imps twirl in clearings
6-14-21
Contest: Adjectives Deleted
Sponsor: Jack Webster
Categories:
adjectives, day, morning, weather, wind,
Form:
Rhyme
My desert I-land is a great place to be.
Would you care to peruse this brochure?
But even with the Bible and Shakespeare,
my eight favourite gramophone records,
and a limitless supply of needles,
not everything is kosher.
If you're feeling lonely, how about
me coming over to you-land,
or if you like, you can visit me-land
On second thoughts, I'd better visit you-land first,
As in the second person you can't tell nominative from accusative.
In any case, we can always practise the dative,
or conjugate in the first person plural.
We'll see I to I, I'm sure.
Then we can go on trips to him- and her-land,
and even to the continental them-land
(if you can stand the crowds).
But if you come over to me-land,
I'll show you all the tourist sights.
Don't believe those silly stories about swamps,
shark-infested bays, and so on. Lies, I tell you, lies!
Mind you, I can't promise fair weather all the time.
If the wind's in the wrong direction,
you might imagine you're getting the whiff
of an imaginary swamp. Lies, I say!
Can I interest you in a colour brochure?
Visit my sunny I-land--excuse the slip--visit me-land.
Some adjectives can be so possessive.
Envoi
There's no need to get tense
about the future.
After the conjugation
and--excuse my grammar--
things copulative are past,
and we are no longer active,
let us, the redundant,
decline in the imperfect,
and dream of a promised land,
beyond the gloaming,
where the sea ends in
the infinitive.
Categories:
adjectives, sea, vacation, word play,
Form:
Free verse
Everyone she meets want to
sunbathe in her smiley face
My happy-go-lucky girl
with the sexy turnabout twirl
She’s got a wooing walking way,
sensual sway ... sultry sashay
And my adjectives get jealous
about her everyday
Office chatter gets whisper low
when my girl arrives
Top-of-the-morning goes spinning
fast into noon
Five o’clock takes a commuter dive,
I can’t wait
for my baby to come home soon
Go out on a dinner date;
order romantic radish thoughts,
creamy tossed salad kisses on my plate
The waiter serving is looking a little too close,
my baby’s curvy cleavage is too near his nose
My adjectives are getting jealous again,
and a hard stare is the only tip he got coming
On the dance floor, she got a lot of eyes turning ...
yeah, both women and men
Then some cologne doused clod wanna cut in,
sparking the ire of my jealous adjectives once more
But my loving baby puts her hands on my hips,
and pulls me closer to her
Then she puts her mahogany cheek on my lips,
and tells him that I was here first
She knows how jealous my adjectives get,
and likes when a non-verbal fire gets lit
Her body rhythmic movements
says her flaming passion is all mine ...
Such delightful, adjective promises —
It’s supernova loving time
when our two combustible hearts combine
And at home, we vow to never quench any of it,
as the night candle lights burn down to the wick
This poem was inspired by the poem titled "Purpose"
by the talented poetess Mindy Clay.
Categories:
adjectives, feelings, jealousy, love, word
Form:
Burlesque
Anxious, eratic, insane, depraved.
These are what you know me by.
Precocious, delightful, awkward, precious.
This is what some would say.
All that I know is that those few words do not make me the man I
am today.
There is peace, chaos, love and hate.
I am part of that world.
My question is... will you take my hand?
Hold me tight, treat me right?
I would simply love that.
Categories:
adjectives, feelings
Form:
Free verse
I am lost in a swamp
of adjectives, gooey, sticky,
boggy, messcatastric (don't bother looking that one up),
longing to rise above the mess, excretion, digest
completion, Gobblystinko (don't bother) – and
fly into a sky of non billowy, yet brilliant, resplendent,
eyeglareoffendic (forget it also) to meet bright
Nature Spirits, wings shimmering, gleaming, after the
rain-steaming~ those fumes of rainbows at high altitudes, gaggaliftic! (yep, now
you are catching on). So, please save me some adjectives, that
I may use for my own bejeweled, overly flamboyant, astringent,
laxateric-metafatalelastic (toss it) facsimileing-irredeemable,
superfluous poetry.
Categories:
adjectives, education, humor, humorous, hyperbole,
Form:
Free verse
Spinning here
Bouncing there
Bumping into the familiar
Running from the same
Crawling into the unknown
Jumping blindly
Catching an angel
Skipping effortless together
Categories:
adjectives, life,
Form:
Free verse
Write about the beauty
Of Butterflies? There’s not words
Nor paper enough!
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Categories:
adjectives, appreciation, beautiful, butterfly,
Form:
Haiku
Always use a verb
Over a noun…better yet…
Use an adjective!
Categories:
adjectives, poetry, wisdom, word play,
Form:
Senryu
I often add beauty to your song,
enhancing nouns is where I belong;
however,place upon me a curb,
for I,the limelight steal from your verb;
my over-use can bbe a curse,as
too much of this good thing,clots a verse.
Categories:
adjectives, on writing and words
Form:
Light Verse
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
Categories:
adjectives, fun, language, literature,
Form:
Rhyme
Alliterative adjectives
Are like poetic additives
That rearrange raw rhythmic rhyme
So sonnets sound more-so sublime.
“Aggrieved aggressors,” “Angry Aunts”
“Outraged oppressors,” “Haunted haunts”
Are all alliterative bits
That prod poor poems into hits.
Consider how this very verse
Without alliteration would be worse.
For con-sequential consonants
Create quaint quotes of consequence.
Categories:
adjectives, humor, language, poetry,
Form:
Alliteration
Everyone desires to enjoy food,
but we don't like food void of salt.
Salt is not only good for taste;
It is a nutrient required for life.
However, beware that salt can kill.
The oceans are filled with salt in the water
that would have to be treated for drinking.
Salt contains iodine, a nutrient we require.
070421PSCtest, Workshop: Adjectives deleted, Jack Webster. 3P
Categories:
adjectives, education, language,
Form:
Verse