Best Admire Poems
When wands of beauty spell the core of heart
a rapture gasped and pounded into me
my vision I long to capture in art
with hands of poetry dipped into glee.
When music flows through the chambers of mind
no sounds heard but steps of the soul in trance
as a glow of joy through the soul would glide
the self whirls and twirls in a divine dance.
When smitten with supernal sensations
mysteries, you seek to perceive and frame
taste sweet pains to reach higher dimensions
the soul is deeply moved by light and flame.
Ever, the heart fill and the mind inspire
With abiding thirst, to quench and admire.
April 24th, 2019
“Sunsets are nature's way of soothing your soul and gladdening your heart.” author unknown.
How can anyone not admire a scintillating theme
Of the golden, graceful sun now descending,
Behind the darkening horizon, a delightful dream.
It is an amazing allure to watch the panoramic set,
The wonder as I swim beneath the waves
A sight that illuminates the wonder of sunset.
But night has now fallen, the sun has gone to its rest.
The sea is cool, I trudge to the sandy beach only to hear
The nightingales’ symphonies. Isn't creation blessed?
Placed 1
The Garden Of The Soul Nourish And Admire
With gratitude the soul shall respire
As the divine fountains ooze many blessings
The garden of the soul nourish and admire
You shall reap joy of life and kind feelings.
*****
A Deep Feeling So Divine
Love, in words, if only I can define
A human power, a deep feeling so divine
Strong bonds of life and bliss shared
In Love, unabating drifts would be dared.
Lind30 Wordcount and Rhyme
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With Verve Huge Of Me In Verse
Within each word my thoughts rhyme
With verve huge of me in verse
The highest I strive to climb
In poetry soul I would immerse.
*****
I See Beauty In Mankind
I see beauty in mankind
As bliss and pain are aligned
I see Light blooms in true heart
As seeds of Love yields a work of art.
*****
Lind30 Rhyme (7,7,7,9)
There are a few gentlemen I admire
Whose lovely poems set my heart afire
Though we live far apart
They all captured my heart
Their romantic verses make me perspire.
I dare not expose each poet by name
Cuz I'm afraid that would make them fair game
To the women of soup
Who would make a swift swoop
To put flirty moves on each manly flame.
I'd best keep their IDs close to my vest
And imagine their heads upon my breast
While I pretend their lines
Are for me... valentines
And my breasts only used as a headrest.
Jenna
I dreamt I was lying on her soft breast
As cushions go they were simply the best
Then there was a loud beep
And I woke from my sleep
But I'll never forget her treasure chest...
Tom C.
One's lucky to pass the gravity test
With breasts able to use as a headrest
When they start to swing low
Reaching to your elbow
Those fantasy men will not be impressed.
Belle B.
Some soup poetesses leave me cold
Others make me feel lusty and bold
Then one I met
But to my regret
She just craved my bulging--billfold!
Robert Gorelick
contained within crooked pages lies the secret of happiness its a secret noone will ever
find though because the world would fracture into infinite equations quasars would
eviscerate limbs and render human speech impossible which would be catastrophic in the
grand scheme of things i only wish to last forever or maybe for what i write to outlive me
somehow even though im not exactly keats or yeats to be recognised in multiple dimensions
and by multiple personality disorders of the same fictious person would be somehow
endearing albeit somewhat scary and improbable momentous thoughts tend to surround us when
we least expect them to but be it writing a terrible poem about a daffodil or being
punched in the face or travelling through wormholes of improbability at seventeen thousand
times the speed of light at the end of the day when all is done and said humanity is rubbish
I can see him from afar
Tall, Dark, and handsome
But when he smiles I can see his tartar
Leonard Cohen is
the only man i love and
he'll never know it.
(written February 2014)
Sunny and bright are your colors
Using your pretty face to wear
Never a frown always a smile on your
Face of pedals showing
Love for us to enjoy
On a hot summer's day
Water in a vase so you can drink and
Everyone can enjoy your beauty
Radiating a pretty yellow glow a mile wide
She had to have been heaven sent and it was evident
By her beauty and her temperament
So beautiful
Her very essence could make you emotional
And so graceful
The stroke of her cuticle could turn the harshest heart playful
So natural
That to her casual
Is basically relaxing
In his and her matching flip flops romancing
subcosciously dancing
pirouetting
Over obstacles
Turning their damaging effects comical
So tender
Theres not a day with her I cant remember
Like cold nights in november
hearts warmth melted away the winter
So basic
When she throws fits I apply logic
And deal with it since those lips movements
turn my mentals fluid
So amazing
That while the rest of the world is raging
We in the tub bathing
navigating each others creations
without relations
just playin
There's an evil smirk in every smile,
do you enjoy make fun of people...
when they try to get some advice
and you let them straddle?
Isn't there something too fickle
about the words you gobble?
To admire you is so pathetic,
handling truth makes you panicky;
asking you the easiest question
is climbing mountains, instead of hills!
Foolish jabber learn communication;
face what scares you to death, be intrinsic!
Express your views, never judge anybody:
I'm fed up with your animosity!
To whom you belong instead?
Who spoils you with kisses?
Ah, you don't deserve any from anyone;
your promises are blatant lies,
nothing but lullabies whispered to babies!
Reveal yourself, tame your wind...
come down from your throne!
Could I stay in this fragmented relationship,
approach the storm and not be a capsized ship?
I went through much unbearable frustration,
put up with your whims, feeding your contention,
approving the angry glances of an aggressive fool:
you owned everything, but was that really cool?
To admire you is pathetic,
watching you burn trust to regain lost vanities;
do you find it strange or amusing...
thinking that emotions can't become feelings?
To admire you is pathetic,
realize that losing is heartbreaking!
When I read whole poem in its entire
There is something about you I admire
Poem can produce peace and tranquility
Will all your thoughtfulness and ability.
Poem you wrote is effective and efficient
With steadfast effort that will not relent
Always love poems after they are done
By God as poet, you are His chosen one.
I had been tired and confused for a while
Heard word ADMIRE on TV and did compile
This very poem you are about to read
Helping you reach a goal fulfilling a need.
Over and over many words are displayed
On this single page and more words I wade
Through in my mind so a poem can create
When I reach an end to myself I celebrate.
Pretty soon in my mind more poems arrive
And after chaos and confusion do survive
Source was from news and all that I heard
About events in world which had occurred.
What I thought of and really intended
Was write poems and leave them open-ended
And when I will do this it does allow a way
To add something to poem you wanted to say.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
This is how poem was created.
I, as always stare at the hopeless realities of love,
Looking at the vague picture of her, full of beauty and so impracticable to bear.
Contemplating daily praises to my dove,
As if she was mine to declare.
I know too well of her but only to the extent of an admirer.
Watching every step she makes.
Even the most drastic encounter with her lover.
Though she never sings a hymn that takes.
I continue to protect her as if she was mine,
Cleaning every mess she makes.
She’s always in my mind.
I don’t care of the many fallacies that breaks.
I’m infatuated with her style,
But when I heed to someone I don’t intend to wound.
The least I could do is to tile,
But the greatest is to be your fan and that I could.
( Thinking of poets whom I like to commend, so many faces come crowding to my mind. But as I am restricted to choose only three, I would list them as my preferences agree. )
Constance La France- a poet of fire in her heart
One of the best on Soup, mesmerizes me with her art
Though all her dear ones were taken away from life
Through her poems, she births life, despite her strife
Vijay Pandit - a gentleman of no pretense
Is blessed with poetic talents immense
As a newbie, he has been one of the first to encourage me
Through steady support, still gives me much glee
Lasaad- aka Sotto Poet, composer of esoteric verse
Writes in lofty diction on topics diverse
Only a few, to his poetic style, can equate
Possesses a rare command of vocabulary so ornate!
Dec. 19.2022
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The day will come with much admire
When the sword not part of our attire
He sits and adores his woman to be
He has not spoke just admires
As she walks through the door
His eyes are fixed as the scent walks past him
Her hair how it gently flys around her is in his stare
She does not even know hes there
As he sits and watches drinking coffee
She orders his favorite the smoothest of latte
A table oppsit awaits for her
There she stays as her lips are tendered with the taste
She sips with seductive powt her coffee is his dream
As she looks up from her book
She catches a energy and smiles to his content
He smiles he is pounding of intrigue
Does he speak or does he leave
As he watches her body how it talks to him
He sees how she plays with her curls
She is aware hes now there
As he says can I pull up a chair
Now he adores as he sits with her
Admire and all...