Best Admittedly Poems
A drop of water fell on me
not one, but two, then three...
Ready to curse the skies and Thee
in barehead selfishness, admittedly
When a blade of grass came up to me
with his heartfelt, poignant plea
'Without water, Sir, you see
I simply no longer will be'
My eyelids wet, but not from rain
I put him down on my lawn again
Lifted my hands, my palms spread wide
'Let the heavens gush forth,' my joyful cry
Categories:
admittedly, change, green, heart, me,
Form:
Couplet
I don’t need thunder
to feel the rumble,
nor lightning
to sense storm’s flash
nor icons to tear
nor statues to bleed
to realize within all
creation, God’s sacred
omnipotent cache --
Yet, while in the smallest
unlimited vastness –
and in the deepest fathomless
depth --
admittedly, all by grace of Almighty
God,
little joy would remain for me
in life I am certain, if denied
here and above
our simple
very flawed
expressions of
human love….
Categories:
admittedly, emotions, family, heaven, humanity,
Form:
Free verse
If we have butted heads and you're feeling run over
If the words that I speak send you running for cover
If my swift, wicked comebacks can sting like none other
Know, as much as I fight, deep inside I'm a lover
I'll embrace the STRENGTHS and fight the WEAKNESS
But I'm not sure I'll ever be the type for MEEKNESS
Born the year of the SHEEP under the sign of the RAM
You can hate me or love me, but I who I AM
Categories:
admittedly, april, happiness, star,
Form:
Rhyme
For the person who waived
and lost something that was of value: forgiveness
Is it easier to get forgiveness than permission?
Admittedly, ghosts are also seen by highlights
Forgiveness requires a lot, it is a virtue to be able to forgive
Some have wandered around the earth like roaring lions
I refused to let myself be called coward without reason
But, no reconciliation without truth
do not give me an undeserved bad reputation
Lying, bitterness, nag, revenge smells dead and rotting flesh
All my expectations fade away
I disappear in the night's blackness
Losing contact with everything surrounded - by injustice
30-05-2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Free Verse Only- Pick a Theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
3rd place in the contest
Categories:
admittedly, anger, feelings, forgiveness,
Form:
Free verse
Mama I want to be a star
I want to grace stages that host the world's revered faces
Fantasies shameless my pipe dreams contagious
I want to be famous
Not one for fictional frivolity
I speak of what's in front of me
A new city called Poetry,
I watched as the has-beens soaked their dreams in sewage streams
Unphased by rodent plagues
These ones embrace their own rat race
I still try to navigate the avenues
Negotiate the ones and twos and find a way to tell the truth
Young and unstable I stumble in the giant footprints of those who stood before me
Tip toe on verbal terrain as desperately I pray the weight of immaturity won't bury me,
Admittedly this spoken world is new to me
-But-
Is it possible in any way the gift of verse will carry me?
I see me breaking grounds, earth shattering and in my dreams these words resound
I'll turn cacophony into somewhat of a sacred sound
I want to craft phrases that serenade, deliver sweet-somethings that emancipate
I want, in some way to bring meaning to confusion
Dear world of poetry
Sometimes when they're floored I'm in awe of how my flow's flawless, I hear applause no pauses, waving arms and stinging palms bear tribute to those timeless charms, classic tales still bent with intent to succumb to new pens
Pave way for insecurity
For fear of gift escaping me
See I fail to write when I'm trying to
I get it right with no intention to
Am I...within my right to claim potential true?
Tear ink off her hinges, her blue ball point cringes
Left hand in debt
My blank page bereft
But in the back of my mind
I see standing ovations and soul drenched invasions..
I want to pierce every being I encounter,
I want to penetrate faith, tear doubt asunder,
Let me to speak to the valleys
negotiate peaks and make friends with epitome
I want to part oceans and in the grips of my - pause - tempt emotions,
mold momentum to set in motion the wheels of adoption so that poetry.....may adapt herself for me
I want to write poetry, I want to speak
I want to reach within,
pen something...
A remote reflection of her
This...this brand new city
I present this piece as fantasy
when in all reality
I do hope she's prepared for me
Categories:
admittedly, art, career, character,
Form:
A din ensued
my imaginary brood
with a good dose of misapprehension
hauled out their toys
and with a deafening noise
held band practice to demand my attention
My head resounded
I was astounded
as my voices insisted space be freed
then took up position
for a spit competition
unless their demand I would heed
"Spit all you may
I refuse to be swayed
back to your cupboard, skeleton folk
all was well hitherto
with my self-made crew
till my head friends you chose to provoke."
"Dear host, you're unfeeling
to your good sense we're appealing
repeal the bones' non grata status
or your imaginary crew
will hold a coup
assisted by our posse comitatus."
"Skeletons and friends
your logic transcends
admittedly you've much courage and clout
I'll have to engage
with our very own sage
the inimitable Shadow of Doubt.
"After due consultation
and much deliberation
Shadow and I decision had reached
you may rant; you may rave
do the Mexican wave
yet still be punished for my rules you have breached.
"The imagineries and Hubbard
to inhabit the cupboard
access to my head is forever denied
you skeletons will hoard
keep my secrets well-stored
in my head where you henceforth will reside."
There's no happy ever after
my world is now dafter
cramped, the skeletons keep knotting their chains
with more space at hand
my imaginary band
multiplied. I'm now doubly insane
***************************************
Categories:
admittedly, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
Quote by Oscar Wilde
What plagues you so, fourth season of the year?
You seem compelled to bluster, snow, and hail;
how bleak to find you so devoid of cheer.
You rob from us the leaves, our skin turns pale
for sun's lack; bitter cold draws wintry gloom
onto our visage, trials yet assail.
O sister spring, roses are your bright bloom;
while life rebounds, how often are your skies
and streams the reasons blessings fill your womb.
Admittedly, though winter drowns in sighs,
her snows are spring's redemption in disguise.
Written 2 Feb 2022
Categories:
admittedly, seasons, snow, spring, winter,
Form:
Terza Rima
There is sun in my window this morning and it makes me smile. My wife is buzzing about outside, watering her plants, trying to nurture back to life some that have been brutalized by the recent heatwave. Soon she will leave for her bi-weekly water aerobic therapy. Not much on my schedule for today. What's new on the soup? I read a poem that is sad, melancholy, and I feel it deeply. So much suffering in the world. Little ones being bombed out of existence over land disputes and raging hatred. Just as I am musing on this rather morbid theme, a poetry friend on Facebook sends me a video of a little boy singing a pretty song and I think, "How precious is this young fellow?" And how lucky. He was born in the right place under better circumstances. Some aren't so fortunate.
Then I read the poem of the day. It's a light, heartfelt poem telling us all to look for the good in others, and to be happy. My mood suddenly shifts, and I think of all the little things in life that I have to be grateful for, most of them admittedly undeserved. It is in this moment I realize that poetry is life. All the moods, the hopes, the wishes, the frank truths and the hateful lies, the ups and downs of life, all of it. It is we and we are it. Poetry can save a soul or destroy it. Those that have the gift of skillfully weaving words also have an obligation, to tell it like it is. To make us laugh or make us cry. It is humbling and at the same time, liberating. I am... poetry.
sunny day delights
hot espresso in my cup
think I'll skip the news
Categories:
admittedly, appreciation,
Form:
Haibun
A man of few words, my father taught by example.
The best thing he showed me
was to set my standards high
and to be my own judge -
always modest never defiant or arrogant.
If something needed doing
I should do it without expecting praise -
self-satisfaction being the ultimate goal.
He taught me to set my sights high
and to be my own boss
no matter the circumstances –
to be fiercely independent
not count on anyone.
I learned to go about my business and be self-sufficient.
I did not do well in teams – like a bull in a china shop
I had my objectives and went at them as a loner.
I never saw it exactly that way
but I did get good at it to a fault.
One day, it was a rude awakening when
it dawned on me how I was doing things for people
and they were consistently ungrateful.
I knew the problem couldn’t completely be with them
My so-called modesty had become self-fulfilling servitude.
It finally registered that if people didn’t have to ask,
they didn’t have to say ‘thanks’.
And that never mattered to me until
I realized that they were in fact not thankful
And THAT was a whole different ball game.
I literally spent days if not weeks
stubbornly trying to unlearn and reprogram myself.
Tried to get it through my skull that
if people ASK for something,
or at least ADMIT they would appreciate something,
that’s when they might actually appreciate it
How cheap can people be -
what a warped world we live in.
For me, it was a hard lesson in human nature -
I was actually an enabler encouraging people
to take me for granted.
People really do like games
even the ones who say they hate them.
Admittedly it was late in life I learned this lesson
And I admit I often still choose to do things
without getting people to actually ask.
But at least I’m cognizant of my ways.
And admittedly when I do pause
and play the ‘asking’ game, it does pay off.
But I’m so unbelievably stubborn I don’t always
want to pay the price for their gratitude
so to this day, if I feel something needs to be done
I’ll just get it done.
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on April 25, 2018
Categories:
admittedly, appreciation, father, games, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
Holy crappola
My hair's thinning out
I'm much too young
It's making me pout
My pride and joy
My whole life through
Can't imagine me bald
Bet neither can you
Given this guy is
So rugged and stylish
Admittedly sometimes
A trifle bit childish
A dapper chappy
But with everything said
My crowning glory
Is up on my head
It defines who I am
No will to carry on
If I wake up one day
And my coiffure is gone
So take a good look
At my profile pic
The thought of me bald
Is making me sick
© Jack Ellison 2012
Categories:
admittedly, time, me, me,
Form:
Quatrain
The sun is our light
of dawning; and the moon,
our catalyst for dream--
while heaven’s serifs seeming
strumming each and every beam
know that those who watch over us
are also those who dream….
And those who dream
of angels and Gods
as devils dream their like,
enter vague, mystic kingdoms,
enchantment their delight--
for those who dream by day
dreamers they are by night….
And those who dream are those who
live twice; for sleep is not a death:
within dreams our hidden world
released from its vivid rest—
Yes! Those who dream often,
admittedly visually possessed:
challenged by demons, saints
both dim and bright,
while other vague and formless things,
yet to be named, rise and set--
specters floating in out
of each phantasmal sight….
Categories:
admittedly, angel, dream, evil, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
I often wonder if it’s worth the effort
with a keyboard or paper and pen
to pour out my thoughts, heart, mind and soul
from the ocean and rivers within
The marrow in my bones
hidden deep within these veins
“This universe is a miracle,”
I’ve heard Einstein once proclaimed
Though admittedly, I’m not near his kind
(far beyond my likes, by stars)
I merely try to follow those
I think know where they are
A few more miles ahead of time
“Out yonder,” my dad would say
where I can only dream of writing
a splendorous sonnet someday
Or perchance a valediction poem
a goodbye to the past
or my rendition of a benediction
thanking Hymn for all the love that lasts
And open a few doors with some metaphors
enjambment or anapest
find inspiration from alliteration
while striving towards my best
Thus, here I rest in the morning air
inhaling hope, exhaling despair
as birds fly bye and gentle winds blow
and pray more thoughts of beauty will flow
© Terrell Martin, 02/25/2025
Categories:
admittedly, beauty,
Form:
Rhyme
Jesus is the greatest
There's no man greater It’s a fact
You cant deny he change the world, he made an impact
He is the past, present and future
There's never been a greater teacher
Its dedicated to the man himself who knows right from wrong
Admittedly I was a lost sheep until he came and knocked
It was a long talk but by the end I was a changed man
Its safe to say now I'm a fan of the man
But he is not just a man but a living god
His name lives on forever
I cant help but wonder still to this day I cant believe
How he was deceived
He payed a hefty fee for me
He suffered for my sins, three days later he was resurrected
Regrettably sometimes I took it for granted
I just hope he is not offended cos I never really meant it
He will come again to judge the world in his glory
that’s how the last chapter ended
Jesus is the greatest
Jesus is the greatest
Jesus is the greatest
What I would give to see him in his glory days
Gave a man sight using only his spit and clay, that’s not the only miracle
He gave the world hope he touched the hearts of many people
Showed us were all made in his own image one and equal
Taught us to forgive and turn the other cheek
But I must confess at first it was hard to believe
How can someone that was heavily deceived
Was able to turn the other cheek
I had doubt in my mind about how he was conceived
I needed answers, was he the real messiah or a liar?
I turned to the scriptures, I turned to Isaiah
He predicted the lord would walk up on this earth again
He would bring with him the heavenly fire
This gave me hope when my back was against the ropes
I tried to be tough but I without him I wasnt strong enough
I guess he was always with me, i never did this alone
I cant stress it enough but I will say it again
Jesus is the greatest
Jesus is the greatest
Jesus is the greatest
Categories:
admittedly, bible, faith, god, jesus,
Form:
Lyric
I came out of the supermarket to be greeted
by the most amazing sky so stunning I stopped
and just stared navy blue back ground lined
by startling sapphire streaks that were layered.
Isles of azure blue all around were dotted
and the Clifton suspension bridge framed
perfectly as if an artist had just painted
it amidst the towers that above it soared.
Driving along admittedly gawking nearly crashed
fast as possible I got to a clear spot and stared
got out heart thumping in pure joy totally bedazzled
by the superb spectacle of various blues intermingled.
As full dark came away it all faded
I rushed home and a pen I grabbed
yet I knew that justice beyond me laid
it would take a master for it to be captured
Categories:
admittedly, night, sky,
Form:
Monorhyme
Yesterday it was clever for me to take responsibility
Admittedly it was a total effort of futility
I believed you and the world at large
Would be much better off if I were in charge
If people would change I would be happy
I tried and I tried until I was totally wacky
Today I'm a little bit wiser and can see
People will be who they are - it's not up to me
If I think I know what others should do
It's time for a change in myself and not you.
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself…” – Rumi
Written 12/3/2015 for 'Quote Me Rumi Contest' of Silent One
1st Place
Categories:
admittedly, anger, change, conflict, identity,
Form:
Rhyme