Best Compliments Poems
COMPLIMENTS
A compliment can change the way,
The recipient will spend their day.
Lifting moods in times of need,
A pay it forward type of seed.
To criticize and pick apart,
It's damaging to one's heart.
So make an effort to be kind,
You never know what friends you'll find!!!
Oct, 4 2013
I saw her sitting placidly on a wide stone
Sucking sweet strawberries.
She picked a fruit
Pinching the leaves and sucked on the fruit.
She was completely oblivious of me
Despite that I was one of her regular buyers.
A slight warm breeze flowed from a near by field.
Rows and rows of plants with pods of broad beans
Hanging from the stems,
Young tender beans so sweet in flavour.
I love the taste of unleavened bread,
Saturated with strong olive oil, tomato paste,
Capers and sliced olives and beans.
A glass of beer would compliment all.
The young woman now looked at me.
I asked to buy some beans.
We did not haggle.
But I had to pick the pods myself!
On my return I saw she still sucked strawberries.
She stood up to receive the money.
I stood still watching the red wet mouth.
Impulsively I kissed her.
She did not resist.
She smiled and handed me a small container
Full of lovely red strawberries.
She smiled and sweetly said:
Compliments of a kiss.
My heart is full of fears,
And eyes with tears,
Compliments are on my way!!
I can tell by the
way he holds
me
He places his
hands on my
waist politely
Looks deep in
my eyes
And blinks
twice
After that
follows an
intimate smile
He never
speaks
Just his
actions make
me weak
When we kiss
Without words
he tells me I'm
all he needs
With no royal
garments or
traits
He treats me
like his queen
when we
together
All these
unspoken
feelings
Are conveyed
to each others
heart
He is amazing
His ears have
heard these
words never
His eyes have
seen my face
never
His mouth have
uttered no
words
Yet I know in
me he has got
all the beauty
in the world
I'm his gold
I'm his soul mate
I'm his oxygen
His water
I'm his lover
And I wish I
could give him
these
compliments
Each morning
when I open
my eyes and
see his
Beautiful face
Much like compliments, so do condiments
~ bring forth sweet temperaments
My compliments:
for marrying our mama
for taking us on
for putting up with us
for being tough on us
for demanding our best
for not leaving…
My compliments:
for letting me marry your mama
for letting me take you on
for letting me put up with you
for letting me be tough on you
for letting me demand your best
for letting me stay…
For: Frank’s contest
The variety of the lasting compliments
you wrote to me last night
became my starving salvation
for a lover’s flame to ignite
There’s freedom inside our castle caves
with resources beyond all reasoning.
My darling Nicholas, you are my beloved attached
by tenderness. I relish in your excellence as
you fancy my romantic flare.
I believe in your devotion, you break my
walls and consume me. Grab me and fly to our
chateau found in the sky. For the sky is our masterpiece
our soul saving wonder.
Remind me of all the reasons you carried me to your fortress
and loved me just right, like we did last night.
Devour my sanity and enrich my mortality
and crave me inside your warmth and release my passion.
I cherish you, my sweet, like no one else.
I savor every minute with you, my sweet, like no one else.
You’re captivating ways has lifted all my days
and we are nothing without each other.
The variety of the lasting compliments
have exceeded all my expectations
from our first glance we shared
started a marriage of dedication
Written By: Laura Loo
Date Written: April 5, 2016
backhanded compliments
became the standard practice
within our maladaptive version of normalcy
which fell dependent upon
a series of inconsistent
swings in mood experienced
within a single conversation
which over time became the way
of our world
They carry my sorrows away
Through the tiniest of spheres
Dip the wand deep into the soap
Blow the bubbles into the air
There go the sorrows floating up
Flying through the currents around
Playing peek-a-boo with anyone
Trying to get away, they go higher
Till all at once…POP…they burst
And so does my sorrows with them
I’m finally in a state of true joy
Complements of a floating bubble
Russell Sivey
Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Bubbles" contest!
If you have nothing nice to say,
don't say anything at all.
Your opinions seem to ruin my day.
What gave you the gall
to express your unpleasant views,
about me, my physique, or my features?
Don't you think my feelings'd be bruised?
Maybe everyone could be a little sweeter,
a little more good natured,
no nice words ever seem to be savoured.
This isn't nice,
this isn't right.
Making fun of people, body shaming,
stamping labels and naming.
Even the compliments have layers.
All this negativity; we turn from lovers to slayers.
Fat ladies on the beach wear thongs
What's wrong with that
Did they run out of tent again
Beach balls come in multicolored blue
To get confused with obesity
Small round women swimming
Who wear spandex suits to force the tides high
Roll the waves back from where they came
From Florida to England when they dive
Signs read, Fat chicks cause tidal waves
Enter at your own risk if you aren't a fish
When a woman asks if she is fat
Never answer that
Divert her attention to the sea and say
You are not large my dear
The ocean is simply too small for its size
This time of year
Those are,
Virgin thoughts
And the fussy
Fusses you make.
Alone we get born
And alone do we tread,
And of course;
Travel paths of Passion and love.
Rigid are the pure firmly entrenched,
And you brew desires
Of the clouds and the rain;
The youthful essence of life.
Why then thou forsake,
The meadows, and the wilderness,
And thirst for the springs
The nectars of the Gods.
Yours truly borrows a phrase
courtesy the great bard
also known as
William Shakespeare's Hamlet:
"For 'tis the sport ...
Hoist by one's own petard
meaning "victimized or hurt
by one's own scheme”.
The aforementioned excerpt
hopefully describes the fate
to befall president of Russia.
Nevertheless, unseen
talon sharp claws...
dig deep into mine
psyche soft underbelly
piercing bedrock of
core (puss) being
akin to butter knife
slicing thru peanut
butter and jelly
unable to preserve
an iota of calm
while stuck in said
emotional jarring state,
which eruption of cataclysmic
agitation analogous to a bomb
going off inside my head,
where a mishmash
of frenzied discombobulated
brainstorming angst doth glom,
whereat the "little boy"
inside this man
called for his mom,
who when this aging
"baby boomer" chap
just a kid and experienced
devastating, jarring,
and paralyzing tom
malt chew hiss in dom
mitt able inexplicable fear,
though NO obvious
danger threatened, NOR
warning signaled "BEWARE,"
nonetheless adrenaline
coursed from head
to toe as if clear
and present harm
lurked quite near,
inducing a host of
physiological fallout symptoms
darkly freighting this
sole son with nightmarish scare,
whereat no escape,
nor exit no matter
how fast a sprinting tear
found me running
mile a minute only
to end up nowhere,
except smackdab right
in the same place
in relation to despair,
which translates to mean...
yours truly could not
run and hide,
as quickly made clear
to me then, and now,
though at present
scores years older, the balm
courtesy of prescription
medication popped inside
mouth from palm
olive smoothed hands,
as if this teetotaler
betook himself prom
men aiding albeit
with tumblerful of liquor
getting feigning noggin all a jam
aware that nothing amiss,
would be evident,
sans lower gastrointestinal exam,
nonetheless diet
restricted to graham
crackers and broth
distilled from ham
hock, once again thwarting
vegetarian ambitions damn!
If you have not gotten to know my soul.
Then you know nothing of my scars & my soul.
So save the egotistical compliments to take my blindfolds off.
They will not work.
Compliments
(,Guy talking to girl)
Hello beautiful
How are you
Did I tell you a delegate rose or flower
The lady of the hour
You have the mind of a genius
Your spirit is calm and soothing
When I feel down
You make me want to keep moving or keep going
That flower, I will continue to plant seeds and keep growing
I want to be in your mind space
Love your thoughts
We are on another level
Connections like that can't be bought
Compliments
To one another
Opening up
To each other
Compliments are a necessity
Sometimes, it brings out the best of me
(Girl talking to guy)
Hello
Handsome
You looking nice
Got the beard clean and the trim cut
You look good
I like it so much
Let's go on a date
Let me grab my clutch
I can talk to you all day
Have our conversations on replay
Fast forward, rewind ,
Keep Compliments coming All the time
It lifts you up
Gives you confidence
For sure
Takes away all the blur
Compliments
To one another
Opening up
To each other
Compliments are a necessity
Sometimes, it brings out the best of me
I like it
I love it
Let's make
something of it
(Repeat 1x
Compliments
To one another
Opening up
To each other
Compliments are a necessity
Sometimes, it brings out the best of me
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by Concetta Hardnett
01/14/2024