Best Complimenting Poems
You wake up in the morning to look in the mirror,
To say "This is me".
To Compare yourself to what you think you should be.
"I'm fat.",
"I'm ugly.",
"How can this be?",
"Why did God do this to me?",
You put on some make-up or some acne-cream,
To cover the blemishes that others can see.
But it doesn't mater what others see,
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
And the beholder is me.
So stop annotating,
And start complimenting,
Not on what should be,
But on what is!
You were created in God's image,
Oh.
How.
Powerful.
To see who you really are,
Oh.
How.
Magical.
In that mirror is not,
"I'm fat.",
"I'm ugly.",
But a scientific creation from stardust,
Something that's way beyond us.
And what's inside is something so unique,
So special,
Because no one else has it,
It's.
Like.
Magic.
It's you!
You are the most amazing thing to walk on this Earth.
With the ability to wake up and show your worth.
So why wake up and talk negative?
When you could wake up and smile.
Why not be happy for a while?
Why try to please everyone else,
When all you have to do is be yourself?
People say "What matters is on the inside.",
And you say "But look at my outside.".
And I say there is no good side,
You as a whole is the creation,
There is no separation.
Each person with 46 chromosomes working in perfect symphony,
Destroying themselves with negativity.
Just Stop!
You are beautiful because you are rare,
Because no one else can compare.
Your face,
Your nose,
Your eyes,
With your sense of humor to comprise,
Someone no one else can match.
Try to make it in a lab...
Try throw it down the hatch.
You compare yourself to everyone else,
When you are one of a kind.
Why can't you get that in your mind?
Diamonds aren't perfect so why should you be?
Beauty is not symmetry.
Look in the mirror and what do you see?
The beauty that you are...
This is me...
Categories:
complimenting, beauty, change, happiness, inspirational,
Form:
Verse
With Joy, Your Singing Voice Echoes Our Love
Hold true this obsession of mine
that my world forever be free
with great joy and brightest sunshine
upon green meadows and Oak tree;
that my right hand be clasped with thine
nights spent in sensual display,
taste of luscious grapes on the vine
sent by your soft kisses each day.
Hold true this obsession of mine
winning your heart my faithful goal
pray our years all joyous and fine
fulfilling love-dreams in the whole;
with dance, calmest of interludes,
beauty complimenting thy grace,
we fly to lofty altitudes
our deep love, nothing can erase.
Hold true this obsession of mine
that treasures I lay at your feet
I forever let your light shine
each dawn waking to your smile greet;
with rapture born of life well spent
your singing voice echoes our love
your beauty there on satin sheets
and our happiness born thereof.
Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme, ( When Truest Love Holds Sway)
Categories:
complimenting, art, beautiful, desire, devotion,
Form:
Rhyme
The tiger, majestic and proud
Fearless, strong and solitary
A predator by nature
Domineering yet wary
The dove, gentle and harmonious
Passive and apprehensive
A free spirit by nature
But always on the defensive
The jungles most perilous feline
Encounters the fragile dove
A most unlikely pair
Yet they have found love
Their journey will be a challenge
Obstacles in every direction
A never ending conflict
Between rage and affection
Each possesses, what the other lacks
Complimenting and yet taunting
A compromise of character
Is what they are wanting
She wants his intemperance
He wants her domestication
Together seeking a compromise
In search of salvation
The dove cannot tame him
Or dismiss his need for the hunt
She must accept who he is
Placing him at the forefront
The tiger cannot disengage her
Or deride her passion to nest
He must accept who she is
Keeping her abreast
The future lies uncertain
For the tiger and the dove
But they can conquer anything
If they just remember to love
Categories:
complimenting, devotion, friendship, love, tiger,
Form:
Rhyme
( … if you catch me doing one of these.)
Naming any baby Finton,
voting for Hillary Clinton,
complimenting Nascar,
moving to Nebraska,
using "literally" to mean "very",
calling Derry Londonderry,
uttering the word "redact",
claiming Johnny Depp can act,
saying society's to blame,
mentioning fifteen minutes of fame,
feeling sorry for Amanda Knox,
watching anything on Fox,
or even one second of Jerry Springer,
making speech marks with my fingers,
drinking alcohol alone,
admiring Sharon Stone,
labelling anyone a pagan,
sighing "bring back Ronald Reagan",
playing Rod Stewart's "We Are Sailing",
paying money to see Van Halen ...
(and if ever, instead of clever,
I say smart,
I promise to wear -
right there -
a target across my heart.)
Categories:
complimenting, humorous,
Form:
Couplet
A constant vein of nature’s blood cascading rock and sand,
Flushing grains of dislodged mud. The beat in a mountain band,
Currawongs sing melody. Black Cockies rasping call;
The whispering breeze that shakes the trees, near a waterfall.
Sassafras and twisted ti-tree display a rippling shadow,
Mosses mingling with lichens where the sunlight doesn't show,
Blackwood and Lilly Pilly trunks, struggling for the light,
Lost is the canopy, when mist rolls in a billowed eerie white.
Where there's always a river through a valley in the high country,
There's always something there that takes my breath away from me
along the banks by the shimmer, pristine life is shrouding me,
Walking this river, through a valley in the high country.
The flit is there, sharp eyes note, in camouflage a glistening eye,
A Ground Thrush as still as stone watching me go walking by,
The rustle of the leaves are gentle, attracts a fleeting glance
of a disappearing rodent. Instinct breeds no games of chance.
The reason I am walking here, with times eternal strain,
I find no battle with my mind. Up here the world lives sane,
Life and death hold constant beauty, complimenting every stage.
Slow is change that's left alone, even when the waters rage.
Where there's always a river through a valley in the high country,
There's always something there that takes my breath away from me
along the banks by the shimmer, pristine life is shrouding me,
Walking this river, through a valley in the high country.
Categories:
complimenting, nature,
Form:
Lyric
Their evening starts
With dinner and a dance
It's taken many months
To be standing in this stance
Slow delightful moves
As they move around the floor
In their hearts they know
Their evening cries for more
The moment moves their wants
As they share thoughts with a kiss
The texture of their touch
From their earlier evening wish
Now their dance is over
They sit and drink some wine
And share chats and kisses
Captured in their time
Moving close together
His hands start to walk
Like an adventurer on her body
As their gentle kissing locks
At each and every button
He opens, she heavenly sighs
Revealing this lovely dove
She's only for his eyes
Her blouse now ajar
His breath, she takes away
Her tanned delightful cleavage
Invites his hands to play
Gentle as can be
He glides to feel her charms
Excitement shows through
As she holds him in her arms
His hands re-adventure
Her torso he slowly crawls
To reach his destination
Her heavenly scented walls
He zigs her inner thighs
Like meandering river flows
For he knows up ahead
In her garden lies a rose
Minutes pass with kisses
Complimenting with passionate touch
Her garden he has reached
Allowing, she loves him such
Her rose, with petal like frills
Moist in the evening dew
Her garden gate he enters
She sighs, as she welcomes him through
The walk he takes so slowly
As he absorbs her inner walls
Upon seeing her heart
He's running ten feet tall
The excitement in their hearts
Is released and begins to flow
A rush of groans and sighs
All over their bodies, show
Breathing peaks with kisses
As they hold each other tight
The Highlander and his Dove
Declared their love tonight
Categories:
complimenting, love, passiongarden,
Form:
Rhyme
The palace could be seen in the distance,
Mountains complimenting the azure sunset.
He entered the palace gates,
There she stood at the aged portals.
He had returned the good knight,
Climbed from his steed and embraced her.
You have returned my love,
At last we are together again.
He gazed into her beautiful eyes,
The days without you have been lonely.
She welcomed him into the living-room of the palace,
There stood a very large oak table.
With very statuesque chairs,
The table had been set with delicious foods.
They supped together oblivous of the time,
Shared stories brave and romantic.
Their evening was filled with joy and laughter,
They retreated to their romantic haven.
He promised to stay and never leave again,
They lived a traditionally beautiful life together.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Categories:
complimenting, romancebeautiful, beautiful, together,
Form:
Free verse
“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.” Rumi
Life can be an incomplete glossary,
speech a haunting ghost,
in search of a perspicuous poem -
to express unspoken thoughts.
I remember when she said,
"Cue me poetry"
So, I became her perpetual poet,
engraving sweet soulful words
upon her bitter spiritless lips.
Fate had turned her into the Queen of Darkness,
but my heart glows in the dark.
Together we illuminated like a trillion twinkling stars,
outshining the enigmatic effervescent moon.
Her essence infused a refreshing presence,
like morning sunshine after a night of rain.
Slowly she became a pilgrim of my poetry,
and I, a sojourner lost within her soul.
As I wandered through her secret chapters,
my word weaving revealed her book of scars,
each drop of ink resembling her tepid tears.
Each vexatious verse purified through
a catalyst of catharsis, healed her wounds.
We are like quill and scribe,
vowels complimenting consonants,
completing an impeccable vocabulary -
without her there is no muse.
Categories:
complimenting, love, muse, romance,
Form:
Romanticism
Your love is so addictive
It feels like I’ve taken a pill
For encouragement and joy,
Inspiration and completion
Your love is so alive
In every way it thrills
I don’t know how to give back
The way it makes me feel
Your love is totally fulfilling
Complimenting my every thought
Filling me up with real compassion
That makes me sure I’m blessed
Your love is a gentle thought
Causing me to fill excitement
That abides with me through it all
The weakest moments and anxieties
Your love is like a warming fire
Soothing all the hurt that lies inside
Creating in me a pure passion
Ignited by enchantment and desire
Your love is burning away the past
Creating in me a new direction to take
A way filled with faith, hope and love
Feelings that cause my heart to fully heal
Your love is a sense of clear purpose
Longings for more ways to give to you
My feelings of love that are so certain
I hope that you will always know my mind
Categories:
complimenting, feelings, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
I leave my home in Trinidad
And I come to live in America
And now I working at Kmart
Whole day at a cash register
But I do have a lot of problems
Every time I get hungry to eat
all it has is a bunch of junk food
Or bread with some artificial meat
So I decide to take all my money
And invested it in a food van
Is about time I introduce to America
The tasty cooking of we Trinidadian
And I though for the first few days
That business will be real slow
Boy, but I was so wrong
now I see people line up for so
So I open up with trini breakfast
Smoke herring with tomato and roti
Baggi, Pumpkin, baigan and aloo
Fried bodi ,doubles and fever grass tea
It’s the first time they tasting Doubles
The chutney burning some of them nose
One guy look like he from Russia
Drop some curry channa on his cloths
I get all the recipes from my brother
“naz cuisine” The best food in Trinidad’
Some people start complimenting
Saying, it’s the best they ever had
A white man faced turns red
Eating the double with plenty pepper
But he says how he likes it
It has a very nice flavor
And For lunch I roll out the big guns
All different kind of talkari
Goat, duck chicken and fish
Bake and shark, bush up shut and dhalpurrie
Two Puerto Rican girls
One looks like Mariah Carey
They order dhal, rice, and goat meat
Saying how they love the curry
And every body line up
They love the curry real bad
And every body talking about the curry
the curry man from Trinidad
From my stove comes hot roti
Tomato choka and fry plantain
Since morning people line up
Waiting for the Trinidad cooking
And now is evening everything sells out
I didn’t even keep one roti for me
And now I feel real hungry
So I guess I will buy a bucket of KFC
Categories:
complimenting, food, fun, funny, life,
Form:
Light Verse
"Mirror Image"
in the silent mirror a reflection of love stares
a glass figurine emoting radiance with savoir faire'.
a tender smile extends sweet thoughts to cherished hearts engraved
fashioned for Eternity to love on journey paved.
two lights illuminate to feed two souls once were starving
wallowing in Sun's warm glow while Destiny stood carving.
etching future memories lasting far beyond forever
complimenting in every way as words touched too deep to sever.
reflections often resonate both happiness and sorrow
yet, you remain my counterpart for each endless tomorrow.
from first breath to last we contemplate reflective view
believing in our "love story" prefacing with "I Love You".
*For Michael J. Falotico's "The Reflection Contest"
Categories:
complimenting, love, love,
Form:
Couplet
"Along Love Avenue"
perfection in Life's journey seems an impossible task
from first flow of breath, to final futile gasp.
love is the key ingredient to achieve success
on a road still driven toward human happiness.
with an intimate partner to share in all things
believing in each other, trusting on their strong wings.
pursuing dreams as intense as deep breathing
complimenting one's qualities, uplifting while steering.
as cycles evolve in marriage and lovelight
memories fashioned on the highway of twilight.
old wounds and past hurts erase with new dawn
immortal scars disappear as time lingers on.
emotions exchanged as the road dips and dives
engaging on lovenotes, perfection thrives.
undaunted, the lovers embrace fond caress
on the road still driven pure hearts ever blessed.
*For Tracie's Contest.
Categories:
complimenting, love,
Form:
Couplet
Just shy of eighteen,
A girl with glistening eyes of dark chestnuts
Complimenting deep umber hair.
Observes life as it passes by minutes.
The classmate who is genuinely funny.
Her laugh echoes,
Etching its sound into minds of anyone who listens
A girl who lights up a room, remembered with halos.
Memories with friends and family now irreplaceable
Filled with laughter and love.
Living in the moment thinking “that could never happen to us”
Social media posts suddenly ending in a broken heart and dove.
A girl who had ambitions and a bright future,
Dreaming of her kids’ gender and names.
Twin boys, Jayden and Jordan
Growing up, playing with flames.
A normal sleepover with friends
On a cold January evening.
Filled with nothing but happiness
Unknowing of the events to take place the next morning
Guilt finding those who were there.
Wondering if something could have been done
Before the girl who had the world at her palms got in her car.
But they were asleep and would wake up stunned.
For the one who had an impact on many
Would no longer be here in the physical.
Her memory stays strong in those who loved her
But a girl at a young age losing her life is unethical.
The life of the party
Except the party ended too soon.
The courteous, caring girl
Now somewhere near the moon.
The One Who Touched My Heart Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
Categories:
complimenting, appreciation, best friend, death
Form:
Quatrain
Birthday comes once in a year
It comes every year of your life
A reminder of the day you came to be
A day you truly know nothing about
But a day you are truly celebrated.
My birthday comes on the seventeenth
I was seventeen on the seventeenth
The day was unique because of the numbers
Got a unique birthday gift from my Dad
My birthday gift a special birthday suit.
On my special suit on my special day
I looked pleasant and radiant
My friends all complimenting my suit
As the birthday boy I reveled in encomiums
I exude the aura of a royal prince.
My friends in their exuberance popped drinks
I was bathed in drinks of different tastes
My birthday suit did come to ruins
My birthday suit just for my birthday
Truly a special gift for a special birthday.
Categories:
complimenting, funny, life, nature, day,
Form:
Free verse
Today I saw her
As if for the first time
She had aged dramaticly
Deep lines all over her face
crippled and deformed she was now
Barely clinging to life
When once she was so beautiful
So full of energy strength and perfectly
Shape from head to toe
I recall many complimenting her beauty
I felt so proud
Yet now I felt a deep fearing pain in my heart
Now I've noticed how
She looked tired and worn out
As if she once fought many battles
Yet won few
Many scars she worn upon her skin deep and thick
They were
But not as many nor as deep as the ones
She wore unpon her heart
She had not always been good in her life
Fallen to bad habits and bad decisions
Selfish and cold hearted at one point
I had spent many years angry at her and even
Maybe a little hate
But when I saw her today for the first time
I heard criies so loud and it was my heart breaking
I knew then I had always loved her
And now in her old age sickened by her past choices
Clinging to life
yet knowing death peeks from around the corner
I realized I shouldn't have wasted so much time
Holding on to what cannot be changed
I realized that precious moments will
Never have another chance
And I have lost them because of my own poor choices
Now as I watch my mother slowly and painfully go
I will be losing someone that is so dear to my heart
That has shared more than half of my life
With me and there is no more time
To show her how much I love her
Now when I seen her for the first time
I saw how precious she was to my heart
I saw how much more I will be alone
I saw one half of me being gone
I saw just how much she meant....
Categories:
complimenting, age, death, fear, hate,
Form:
ABC