Best Adoration Poems
As dusk's misty tones awake from silence,
darkness fades, as birds gather to rejoice.
A beautiful reminder of patience,
their sweet melodies give nature her voice.
Darkness fades, as birds gather to rejoice,
basking in the glory of a new dawn.
Their sweet melodies give nature her voice,
as they parade, dancing upon lush lawn.
Basking in the glory of a new dawn,
crystal clear skies sparkle like sapphire gems.
As they parade, dancing upon lush lawn,
sweet pea stretches its tender verdant stems.
Crystal clear skies sparkle like sapphire gems.
Sun spreads his warmth in ways only he knows.
Sweet pea stretches its tender verdant stems -
beside saffron crocus and scarlet rose.
Sun spreads his warmth in ways only he knows.
Bluebells and ivory lilies enchant -
beside saffron crocus and scarlet rose,
blossoming like a painting by Rembrandt.
Bluebells and ivory lilies enchant.
Plethora of petals with vibrant hues,
blossoming like a painting by Rembrandt -
inspiring a poet's slumbering muse.
Plethora of petals with vibrant hues,
producing sweet nectar for bumble bees.
Inspiring a poet's slumbering muse,
as butterflies kiss cherry blossom trees.
Producing sweet nectar for bumble bees,
the flower garden is heaven on Earth.
As butterflies kiss cherry blossom trees,
poet's pen adorns nature for her worth.
The flower garden is heaven on Earth.
A beautiful reminder of patience.
Poet's pen adorns nature for her worth,
as dusk's misty tones awake from silence.
I have not done a pantoum for such a long time. Have seen a lot being written recently.
This pantoum has a 10 syllable count and rhyme.
I always struggle to keep my pantoums short.
“A lover asked his beloved,
Do you love yourself more than you love me?
Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you.
I've disappeared from myself and my attributes,
I am present only for you.
I've forgotten all my learnings,
but from knowing you I've become a scholar.
I've lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.
I love myself...I love you.
I love you...I love myself.” Rumi.
When you cry,
I wish I was those tears,
rolling down your cheeks,
dripping upon your strawberry lips.
I yearn to reflect like rainbow dust,
so you mirror like a confetti mosaic.
But in the duration of distance,
I walk barefoot upon a path of
dead roses, whose thorns are
covered in crimson drops.
In between the phases of pearls
and eternal embers in our sky,
I cannot sleep when you remain awake.
Afraid the moon will steal our dreams.
Time is an impatient muse,
but my adoration is timeless.
If only we could pause
and move in slow motion.
With the humility of Rumi.
My words are a colourless chore,
my mind a moth-eaten blank canvas,
but when you appear before me -
I'm a poetic waterfall of ivory ink.
In periwinkle petal phases
of personification, place my
choral carnation blossoms
in chronological chapters -
inside the personal memoirs
of your porcelain soul.
We are fragile figments,
but our serenade is not a fable,
so I keep writing orphic poems,
portraying your innocence and honesty
through an opulent sonnet,
reflecting your moonlight majesty.
Revealing desires of an enkindled heart.
If prose is too simple,
I'll create you a mausoleum of metaphors,
so when silence suppresses my speech,
my arrows of alliteration
will protect you until your last verse.
Before my last breath,
I may not create a perfect masterpiece.
So I wonder if my words will be worthy
or will you forget me
like the others who wrote before me?
In your analogies of abandonment,
I am a pristine scarf in your suitcase.
When I surrender to time,
will you wrap me around your skin,
until the end?
Old Mountain tales of love spin
'neath dawn's blush,
Elderberries, purple ink drop pearls
drawing me nigh.
Ah! Her laughter just like a honeybee’s dance
in the summer’s rush.
For you ignite my days with passion,
'tis morn, a tear I cry
The calm, twilight lingers as her words
soft and low
In the caress of wildflowers where life’s
tranquility forever grows.
O'! Upon thy lips such sweetness dwells
Must be God's design
Born where dandelions and wild bees
forever intertwine.
O', nectar kissed by sun untouched by
human hands
An arcadian panorama of ambrosia
upon my senses' land.
Thine gaze is my beacon in the
moonlit’s silvery velvet light.
You my guiding star ignites
for all my spirit’s journey
O' my soul’s delight
For as a life-alchemists seek nectar
deep in the mountain’s heart.
Thy love's an enchanting lore where peace
like nestling lark.
All the sages sighs, thymes' tempting lore
a beautiful pure chorus
Heather fills rolling landscapes
an untold story before us.
Yes, my love's confession takes flight
with wild abandon
In the sanctuary, a haven bathed
in golden dawn
Thy touch is a sacred psalm
a sonnet on the wind
Radiant grace, I scribe my song
on every blossom's stem
Sunlight filters through sylvan green leaves
just for you.
Thy smile, a warmth that sees my spirit
through and through.
Our love, eternal, untamed by
fleeting space or time.
A taste of heaven's dew
a love of purest and most divine.
Together, hand in hand
we'll stray through life's inviolate maze
Where wildflowers bloom
and hearts forever graze.
No jeweled crown
arrayed in silks and finery
Could display the love, my beloved
I found forever in thee.
For You are my sweet lady,
my songbird
my forever home
My wild mountain honey
where my spirit roams.
In thee, a love unbound
sweeter than sun-kissed dew
My Wild Mountain Honey
forever wild
forever true.
Adrift in silent tranquillity, admiring a
Backdrop of nature's charm and grace.
Clarion cloudless sapphire skies above
Depict the state of calmness in my mind.
Eyes admire an abundance of blossoming
Flowers, red tulips, lilac lilies and bluebells.
Growing around lush emerald meadows.
Heart is at ease watching robins in trees.
Instrumental echoes of their chirps among
Japanese cherry blossom buds are so fragile.
Kindred spirits of nature entwine with my soul,
Lingering in the harmony of serenity and purity.
Mind is overcome with a sense of sadness.
Numb to the atrocities causing Earth's demise.
Overdose of pollution conflicts our existence
Painful reminders are shown through disasters
Questioning the actions of global leaders
Reluctant to change their imperialistic needs.
Secretly increasing their imperialistic desires.
Trying to fool us, whilst abusing our habitat with
Unjust behaviours destroying the ecological system.
Vegetation covered in pesticides genetically modified, yet
World is still full of poverty, hunger and drought with
Xenophobes increasing injustices for minorities.
You can only strive for global betterment, by
Zealously fighting the mental process of humanity.
If I was the artist
The painter
The world would be my high
Painting sheets of clouds with my brush
Like this day
The clouds would be paving a hallway for the waking sun
There would be freckles of young clouds ready to play
The world would start orange with excitement and adventure
If I was that artist
The painter
The sun would wear her sleeves high
Her sides curvy, sexy and luscious
And like this day,
The quarter moon would stay watch until the sun reached climax
There would be stripes for every tribe for harmony
And the underground, like the marble cake, would swirl in love.
Neon lights of love
glister from the strobic sphere.
Is my desire abhorrent?
My head, spinning with
each phantasmagoric twirl,
yearns for your adoration.
I’d annihilate
the ascending sun
from the sky
incinerate the
eremitic moon
beyond recognition
eradicate
each and every
constellation from its
galaxy
decimate every
planet one
at
a
time
if I believed
that it would
give you one
instant of
respite
from the
savages gorging
on your essence.
Since my life started on earth, I've felt coziness.
You gave me your Infinite joy, vigor, and gladness
You surrender everything and raise your eagerness.
Everything infers that will ruin me of the richness.
Amid day and night, You pour me with your tenderness
My label gathers you with prompt expeditiousness.
At the point when you embrace me, I will fix my bitterness.
My spirit will limitless hold your adoration and kindness.
Your unbroken zeal and your life's aims were spotless.
If you banish, my everlasting love will be boundless.
I'm upset for the occasions I've driven you to sadness.
It is cruel to deny how your caregiving was bottomless.
I can't reestablish your affection's fine effectiveness.
Despite all my defects, your adoration for me was faultless.
I've understood that your affection for me is deathless.
Your adoration for eternal scopes offers me mindfulness.
I love you, Mom. My adoration for you is endless.
Written: June 03, 2021
Come my beloved
rest long within
the ethereal reaches
of my haven
within my sanctuary
rest your wickedly disconsolate
mind and so lay in repose
absolve yourself in shadows
cast for you
renew yourself in
the mist of my creation.
Crush me with your suffering
and your broken dreams
and your histories and your
deadliest deceptions
those cunning slayers of
all your hopes
so as I cast spells from
my dying contemplations
my terrible meditations
far West
I can obliterate them
annihilate their affect
vanquish their theme.
Envelope me in your angst
in your sorrow and your grief
as I lay dying
behind black embers
buried in the debris
of my decaying magic
ignite my cold conjurings
into vivid imaginations
into vibrant vagrancies
impress upon me
your utter depravities!
Suffocate me with
your inglorious sufferings
that I might ever
fixate on them
ruminate their demise
fashion my incantations
while I sleep
in the furthest
reaches of my
dread desolate world
while I sleep
in my secret realm
that ancient city
forged from mystic sands
which drift far and wide
far beyond the sphere of
creations glorious cosmos.
His bright eyes,
radiant like sun's rays,
melting my frozen heart with its warmth.
His insights
deep; vast like universe,
uplifting my dazed mind to it's heights.
His aura,
unique and magical,
glowing like a resplendent full moon.
His pure soul,
a calm and smooth ocean,
soaking my spirit in its currents.
Date: 02/25/2020
Submitted for: Images in Parallel Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Syllables: 3/6/9; 3/6/9; 3/6/9; 3/6/9
My umami man
the iconoclast
the epitome of man
he handles me
like a Tamagotchi
feeding, touching, caring
and then even daring
For you are not
just salty and sweet
you are savory
your drive can't be beat
When on your quests
you can't be bested
and I had no idea
when you came in stealth
proclaimed you were untested!
[pre-chorus]
I have no idea how I won your heart!
except I showed you my own
and my true grit... determined to stand alone
[chorus]
I gazed deep into you
helped you see
all of the amazing things
you can do
who you truly are
for as much as
a scientist as you are
you had not really
examined your own talent that far!
[verse]
You overflow with brains!
and you flash sheer genius
more than a match for me!
my twin, my compliment
you overlap, fill my gaps
together we span
the complete business plan
the swiss army knife for life!
[guitar solo]
[verse]
We do need more rest
if we are goin to conquer
these next tests
Mr 3 AM
make me a pretzel
dipped, baked
sampled, and far more than tasted!
I feel devoured
completely deflowered
no idea how you
got so completely empowered!
[outro]
[verse]
And we laugh too
it's with you I feel completely grounded
our lives, our thoughts so well rounded
come dance with me
in our thoughts, through our dreams
and into reality
My umami man
salty sweet savory who brings out all that I am
I Love you
my umami man
my compliment
my forever plan
[end]
You are the stuff my culinary dreams are made of.
Unending shapes and sizes.
From skinny linguini to the rounded orecchiette
and squiggly fusilli.
As my tongue tastes morsels of your saucy tubular goodness,
I compose a rhyme of the ancient marinara to atone
for my over-the-top pasta love.
Stuffed, plain, buttered. Swimming in Sunday sauce.
The tastiest were those plain whites I pilfered from the pot
before nonna caught me. Whack! with the wooden spoon.
It’s rumored my very first uttering was mangia – an oft-heard word
spoken by mama as she attempted to feed me.
“You’re going to turn into a rigatoni
if you don’t eat something else,” she implored.
Ha! If I were a rigatoni, we’d be cugini.
I only liked you, beautiful al dente you.
And semolina only, please. I accept no impastas!
You’ve been with me through thick and thin,
mostly thick ... around my hips.
Late night comfort snack,
midday bowl of depression-busting goodness.
The breakfast of strong Italian women!
You are Sophia Loren’s guilty pleasure.
Mine, too. With the emphasis on pleasure.
One bite and I am transported back to childhood.
Visions of homemade pasta drying on pristine
white flour sack towels tantalize my taste buds.
You, dear pasta, are la bomba.
My love for you is unending, until we all farfalle down.
A vision a thought of apparel
Outreach choral or a group of gather to withness a proposal
Given in mean A good deed
Sound raven to a revolt champs of champions secured witness witness Hands welcome greatness fit of a tone
Numbers and letters how they create great character
Numbers and letter how they create great characters
Gather of wind wind apose written a tilt to a vision lords grief could unfold Such lettering greek or greeting of meet to learned but perhaps
Numbers and letters how they create great character
Numbers and letter how they create great characters
Taller a ladder hard the fall but of good written or of context is words Words or that if fitting
Out played or out of time to matter
Pick a berry to pick a shore how have matter out weight tide
Numbers and letters how they create great character
Numbers and letter how they create great characters
Life shape or maybe bend to shoe of tide look to fiction look to great how Did letters just of words create or make just a sign
Or a pavement to walk
If all was said and all hold true that Rome was not made over night what Hold true of you and I
Is numbers and letter how they create great characters.
Listen all that stumble and fallen into arms of Angels.
This of mine' loves so dearly, much more than she can be loved.
Seraphims above and ghastly deities below -
She is the purest form of them all.
Her smiles' elegantly reassuring.
Like a singing bird that deserves a hand of applause.
A bow and a red rose thrown at her feet.
Certainly we are assured -
That a slightest light gives an estranged bird a profound feeling of utmost fortitude.
Alas!
In similar ways, this of mine', pure at heart, glittered with beauty and profoundly made me speak out against the gods, Aphrodite and Eros that had unfairly confined such a beautiful bird that sang the words of Love from dawn to sunset.
(Dedication to Tione)
incense' scent wafts
amongst the silent crowd
i sneeze out loud