Best Adulation Poems
Anchored in the Aura of your loyalty, the
Breathtaking mood you enhance in me, for I
Cannot fathom the length of your love
Definitely not enveloped in envy but care
Every time that phone rings you race to it
Fervently like a worship, in offerings
Garnished with sacrifices and praises
Hammered by my hypnotic smile you hug
In, triggered by my endangering tear you
Jug ruthlessly into its source, instilling
Kindness and knowledge endlessly
Like a rugged professor, family is not
Mostly drawn out of blood, you have stood
Needlessly in my heart, because the bond
Overcomes every thorn that pierces our soul
Preciously evacuating every dead ash laying
Quietly in my heart, you have genuinely and
Relentlessly proven you are worth a million
Size too enormous to spill, your support
Tenaciously clench my wrist like a pillar of
Unraveling mysteries. You share vital
Visions and make us run with it like thieves.
Wondering amid primrose you glisten like
Xanthopetals, serenading your bloom
Yet unmarred flawlessly in Perihelion, let your
Zestful being be celebrated for being a true friend.
To love your lips, I earn some praise.
My tongue you dip, their laugh to raise.
Hunger without words, my feet drowned.
You strove in crowd; they left its frowned.
Consider me in bold revere.
Yet I have no gold heart severe.
For every jewel, you cover.
For beauty, I was not lover.
With an agitated glance behind...
Your mind began revealing...
Quite and exaggerated illusions...
Mercilessly stressing the horrible inability of acceptance...
Far beyond the hushed ever-green forest...
I long, I yearn for the hour...
The I will be able to stand at your side yet again...
Because Music has no Melody nor Harmony....
If you do not desire it to be...
Please just look at me...
And tell me...
What do you see..?
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Para el nino que tiene mi coarzon y es mi mejor amigo..... Te Amo
Mayor Lori Lightfoot's
Hopes turned into soot
Her dreams of adulation
Metamorphed to detestation
Watch as the stars embers fade into streaks of color,,,
From the lightest to the darkest shade...
The skies face splits open into a wide-eyes smile..
As it cries joyously down on you...
The crimson tone of your laughter rings loud and clearly...
You watch the water caress the Earth...
And slowly we return to our underground...
Life with you is all I ask...
You were like the proud king lion,
Strong with thick main,
No hair out of place deliberately.
Constantly parading by your pack;
Commendation stood tall in there,
No questions, phraseology or rubs,
The podium harmonised plans,
To scrub up for an alighting,
Before medium light settled;
Hereward stood better than the rest,
And all needed to agree with you,
Then you roared at me with jesting jaws.
You were like a bird,
Not specifiable,
Except by the RSPB,
In a crowd which could only brake,
Under a focused eye,
One son too unstable,
Flying through the clouds,
In a flock,
Only falling for a reason.
You were like the hawk’s eye,
On me, all the time, relentlessly,
To see if I wanted to follow,
Or else love the arm amputee;
My friends were not yours,
Your mind was not mine,
I was your perusal,
but I was also your feed,
To sicken or to satisfy.
You were like the bear,
Dangerous because you swear,
Calling people skanks,
Just for walking able-bodied;
Separation has its faults,
And Hereward students,
Were only assisted anyway,
To love able-bodied people,
For their sameness to us,
In mind, body and fashion,
In heart, beliefs and views,
In vision and in choices.
You were like the sheep,
Most truly, conclusively,
With secrets and shyness,
Insecurities filled your vision,
Until the leader in you died:
You resided within your norm,
Of wheelchairs being normal,
Mounting the ewe in incest,
To your sacred inside.
But you were frightened inside really,
If the truth is to be told,
Of enrolling in Coventry University:
Your Hereward lane,
Of educated brains,
Of medical people and care staff,
Of other disabled students,
Who had been in physio like you,
Made you recline into your sleep,
Didn’t let you live or jirate.
But you were my sheep,
And you lost your white coat.
Beyond here...
Across there...
I have journyed for a vastless time....
Stopping, searching for a place for me to remain...
So long have I searched and asked...
When will you finally see...
All that I have for you..?
For there is no other that I wish to see...
More than anything in this human domain...
I long for your tender embrace...
I opened my arms and embraced the Moon...
I became intoxicated with the dream of the Arts...
Will anyone else share this life with me?
Tears of doubt trickle down from diamond eyes...
And the smile of an angel captures the last of my breath...
That beauty...
Is beyond mortal capabillity...
In the religion
Of the pigeon
Possessing a feathered pinion
Stands as proof of the opinion
That the pigeon holds dominion
Over all creation
For in the Holy Word
Of this enlightened bird
It is the avian creed,
That not intelligence, but speed
Is the gift that God decreed
For this, His chosen nation.
So in their highest perches
That serve them as their churches
The bird world’s chosen few
Will strut toward their pew
And with bowing neck will coo
In pious adulation.
© Barry Freeman - July 2016
With every beat of my heart...
The rhythm of another soul matches the tempo...
As a song is born from two common people...
So shall their love withold...
I captured a star that danced by on a ribbon of light...
It's my gift to you...
So make a wish...
And let that star shine through the Night...
Toast of the country
from coast to coast
drinking in the adulation
the songstress drowned
in her peregrinations
jalapeño pretzels & the adulation of small things
munching jalapeño pretzels,
savoring a cup of coffee,
taking a moment to enjoy the way a cardigan you’ve had for years
feels
when you throw it on for the
255 thousandth time---
these things, these small (and what may seem to others as being irrelevant details of life)
but more than precious tidbits of life
are what keep us unique
and what keep us grounded to a physical reality
which makes sense to us
personally---
as conglomerations
of habits & happenings,
things & theatrics,
each one of this species in the present
anthropocene
walks this planet with the experiences that they have had
tattooed across their face &
as much as you moisturize, rubbing away those
crow’s feet
your life’s work is embedded in the conversations you have
and the admiration & appreciation of the
little things
create a comfortable warmth that you don’t have to
defend & a library of
wonder that isn’t obligated or forced upon
us by anything but our own desire to
enjoy a life of freedom
or as close to this as we can get,
constantly,
interminably,
insisting on more of it.
The petals had spread out in response to the light.
Pay heed to the timberland in your mind for melodies.
Glance at exquisite first light with a feeling of serenity.
Feelings are akin to fluffy wings that can soar over the sky.
The sight gleamed as if it were lauding itself anew.
Our adoration center was quiet and warm in its sense.
Second Place Contest Winner
Written: July 13, 2021
Bite Size Poem No12 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Pretty delicate soft and beguiling
A visually grand relished feast
Instantly upon sighting
Floods our soul with adulation and appreciation
A rush of serotonin
Ellicites pleasantly aroused awakening
Elevates blissful sensations
As you stand there in awe a marvel that makes one sight euphoria and abundant radiant warm sunshine
Cleansing one's captivated mind
With the intoxicating elixir of honey sweet
Heady wine
Clousterd cluster bouquets flourish
Adorn a stretching arm like tendril
Of a sprawling laden trunk firmly rooted
In earthy tawny brown
Brazenly dressed showy apparel
Within the mantel of promised open arms
With the awaited arrival and advent of spring
Tissue paper dainty petals of pink
Sitting under a translucent
Clear Blue azure unblemished sky
As birds sing and trill so joyfully in celebration and jubilation
Perched high up in the umbrellaed canopy
As streams of illuminating light penetrate the woven thatch
Dazzle and sparkle as stars
Shower down emitted from the yellow bright
Warm orb smiles
Bathing Lush green idle pastures
And sweeping carpeted vale
The cherry blossom
Teaed and tickled by mischievous breeze
Sturres the branches
Causing the tissue paper soft petals
To dispense as confetti
To the ground a disjointed carpet of pink
That bellows
And sweeps the tumbling littered ground away
To rot and decay somewhere unknown.
Actions, words and gestures are always scored correct
Down they sing and praise like an unwanted sect
Up he flaunts with the magical staff to select
Laughing unwillingly to jokes so erect
Admiration, so weak to marvel an insect
Time for instant rewards and more people connect
Interest so personal, is the way to affect
Open mouths full of flattery makes the scene perfect
Nothing matters than being a part of the elect