Best Idolization Poems
Literally lying to millions just prove a point
We can’t conceive of victory unless we have someone to anoint
The idolization of mythic heroes is a constant story
We can all take part of this myth and receive the glory
For better or for worse we are humans
We choose to feel better than every other, banking on our base demand!
We can’t all be right, surge of the insane
We are inconsistent creatures just trying to stay sane
This is the human race, take it or leave it
We fight hard, reasonable or not, it’s win or quit
One being powerful sexual desire.
In my human sexuality
I have a biological urge and, needs.
lechery
lecherousness
lasciviousness
LUST
A standard function that was taken out of context
Negative straits that dictate
Lust and Love
To ouch sinfully what's not yours
Though words the same
Only one-word controlling in sin
carnality
lewdness
licentiousness
Like looking at a woman/man
In admiration over in abundant
Displaying and urgent contrary desire for one's not yours
Being sinful and not pure
Love and Lust
Do not touch
Though words the same
Only one word God ordains
Love is deep affection with control
A fondness with Godly intent to future hold
Hopes of tenderness
warmth
intimacy
Love is attachment
endearment
devotion spiritually
Love is adoration
doting
idolization
Love is passion
adorn
desire
yearning
infatuation
Yet in this premise
There are order patients and trust
Love and lust
Share the same house
But only love is a home
adulation
compassion
Caring
solicitude
Love and Lust
Do not touch
Though words the same
Only one word God ordains
6/30/20
Love or Lust Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: D.W. Rodgers
When one is alive all his/her faults are apparent,
Their presence is rarely appreciated,
Folks spend time with them, killing hours,
All their shortcomings are highlighted,
and blown out of proportion,
As soon as they depart from this life,
Their name is held in high regard,
Their popularity subject to distortion,
Every memory is precious and sentimental,
All the negatives are suddenly forgotten,
Idolization begins........,
Every word, action or deed is memorialized
forever, even the naysayers come forth with
fondness,
In death, one is raised above reproach.....
Within our minds we strive to achieve
We are taught to go for the gold
So we focus and we practice
We even cut people from our lives as a sacrifice
Then we justify those sacrifices by convincing ourselves it’s ok
we continue on trying to accumulating glory and wealth
but every step we take and every breath we breathe
the dream we inspire to become seems to always fall between our knees
the years go by and we get a little older each time
You begin to realize that certain things you cant do anymore
So you bare down and sacrifice a little more
You cut the cords with friends and you stop talking to those that seem to love you
And without blinking an eye you convince yourself it will be different the next time
But the fame doesn’t show and the gratitude doesn’t flow
Then you lift your head up for moment only to realize no one is there
The girl you once knew left you because you didn’t show her how much you cared
So back to the grind you turn off your heart so you can try just one more time
So you write another story knock on another door
but the phone calls and letters you hope for never come
then for a moment you think about the one that once loved you
and you remember how that used to feel before the chase for gold had an appeal
so you do a google search to find her name thinking maybe life’s the same
but then you discover she took on another name
and suddenly your heart flicks on and you begin to feel all the pain
there she is with children and a husband
and you suddenly find yourself falling to the ground clenching your chest
you feel the pounding of your heart and the dizziness of your mind
glancing up at a calendar you then realize you let twenty years slip by
and suddenly a numbness that you feel deep inside as your body slowly goes cold
Then a faint memory slips through and you remember her saying how she loves you
But you were so caught up in yourself and you never gave her a sign
And you begin to realize that lost treasure that you’ve been seeking all your life
That gold, that silver, that trophy, that medal, that acknowledgement and idolization
Came in the shape of a heart, a heart of love, compassion, adoration,
When a simple I love you too would have brought you the riches you so desired
Instead you now have a lost treasure and the agony of emptiness deep inside.
LOVE
love a human trait
togetherness in nature
instinctive you will find
love
amour
ardour
liaison
devotion
adoration
endearment
idolization
besottedness
unselfishness
hate
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'Topical Tree Poetry: Defined:'
A new form of poetry invented by me, (Mick E Talbot), utilising, the 'shape' poetry format overall. Using the 'snowball' poetry form for the trunk, and any form that makes for a good canopy. The subject material must be "topical", ie, trending, current, historical, events.
The format: The canopy; any form of poetry, 1 stanza, no restraint on the number of lines. Lines not to exceed 12 syllables.
The 'trunk'; a form referred to as a snowball. It starts with the smallest word alluding to the topic, then using synonyms increase in size by 1* letter, ending in an antonym, refer to my example poem. The whole must be centered.
* Try to make the trunk branchless, the odd knobbly bump or hole not a problem. (The latter will happen at times).You can by hitting the space bar make the branch/es, hole/s appear on one side of the trunk, Or the other, just an afterthought ;-) Mick
#instinct
Longing for love is like hoping for rain in a recurring drought.
Tis the reason most people never choose love over doubt.
Whats that about?
Whats life without oxygen to breathe or blood to bleed?
What would fish be without water?
What would birds be without trees?
For most love is a want, but understand that love is one of those needful things.
Like winter to snow and flowers to spring.
Yet we search for a particular love.
Thats the selfish ways of our being.
But love is everywhere.
In our departures and in our greetings.
I wish I had the anecdote.
I wish there was fire and no smoke.
But love is complicated.
And often leaves us devastated.
The reasons behind love's torment is simple.
Because idolization is a sin.
We worship it like it rules the world.
Even love has an end.
Thats why we treat it like a trend.
Here today, gone tomorrow.
Like friends.
So I made amends.
I told my heart and soul that my mind they must forgive.
Cause Lord forbid.
That love conquers me like poor parenting conquers kids.
Idolization towards the one you Want
I can feel the wave of emotions flowing
A heart stained by fantasies trying to manifest
All the joy I’ve known all my life, I want you to be a part of it
To have you in my arms is all I need now
Do you know, you are my favorite person
Do you know what you’re doing to me
I’m trapped in a daydream, visions of you and I
I know this is lust but I want it to be so much more
I need it to be love
To be like a romance with a happy ending
You are the woman I idolize
So ambitious, so intellectual, makes me red like roses
Do you know you’re walking on sexual appeal
Filling my head becoming an addiction
Would you listen to the words I need to say
This embarrassment, me turning into a stricken fool
Must I come reformed to achieve the attention I desire
I want to make beautiful memories, to fill the space between us
I need something precious like everyone else
It feels like an infliction, the desperation
But I know it’s my problem
Congesting, conflicting, so dumb, so cold, so cruel
See through these brown eyes and see what the heart wants figure out its intentions
It’s all for you
When men become idols
For coaching winning teams,
We shroud them in cloaks of integrity
Or so, at times, it seems
We erect facades of honor
Feeling that they can do no wrong
And they start to believe in this themselves
When the idolization goes on too long
When the facades start to crack
As facades are apt to do
We are shocked when their mortality
Through the cloak starts to shine through
Worshippers will stoop to any means
To get their hero off the hook
Making out the idol as the victim
While the real victims get overlooked
And those who deserve our sympathy
Continue to suffer in their private hell
Being made to feel like blasphemers
For the story they tried to tell
I
What did he tell my Beauty?
II
Why did she place her pure lips on his face?
III
Unreason: rescue my girl from past predator-lovers
It hides from the horror in your eyes, like a walking bell of desires,
Caught in a witch's mantra, faint but amused by your resounding echo.
The curse of reliving moments of excruciating idolization of worthless existence,
Flows through the veins of time, wasting limerence in waves of obtuse obsession.
It obeys your will, as if born from your ancestral blood,
Tied to the strings of your dead heart since its unfortunate conception.
Whispers of unreal names spin around you like a dreamlike carousel,
Weaving a web of shattered dreams in the cold wind of harsh reality.
This is what it's like to rise after a fall, immaculate and inevitable,
Like a phoenix reborn from its own ashes, but with burnt wings.
Your consciousness floats between worlds, suspended in the magical ether of melancholy,
Where each thought is a falling star in the infinite night of your soul.
Moments of ecstasy intertwine with seconds of agony in life's frenzied dance,
And you, both spectator and actor, lose yourself in the whirlwind of your own mind.
Each breath is a tide of memories crashing against the shore of the present,
Leaving behind empty shells of feelings and shattered hopes.
In this endless stream of consciousness, you are both prisoner and liberator,
Captive in your own existence, but free to dream of impossible horizons.
Words melt into thoughts, thoughts transform into raw emotions,
And you remain suspended between reality and dream, in a fragile and magical balance.
SAFELINK TracFone unanimously synonymous...
not only as my lifeline,
and connectivity insurance
with family, friends and strangers,
whereby yours truly
experiences virtual safety net
as would be true
for many purple people eaters,
when havoc unexpectedly strikes
triggering an emergency situation,
where life and death
as very uncomfortable truth
teeters in the balance
necessitate immediate intervention,
hence survival
of one mediocre bipedal hominid
within twenty first century,
not only requires
allocated government funding
for unlimited talk and text,
to brook intervention
allowing, enabling, and providing help
while I channel urgent plea
via telephonic wireless portal
or surfing the cyber sea
if in need of an
up to date telephone number
until that one day in the near future,
when logical integrated circuits,
albeit miniscule or near invisible bots
to the naked eye,
said telecommunication trappings
ideally, easily, and admirably
embedded within body electric
batteries not necessary
when capacity to energize lovely bones
emulates, jump/kickstarts,
and powers an uninterrupted
self sustaining feedback loop
courtesy subcutaneous
nearly microscopic solar cells
(similar in principle
to intrauterine devices)
generates ample electricity
with resistance from subjects
to communicate wirelessly,
which means every waking
and sleeping movement
grudgingly monitored,
thus surreptitious antics
possibly flagged for:
accusation of plagiarization,
barbarization of mine mien,
cannibalization of pet peeves,
demonization of politicization,
elation of short lived beneficence,
fictionalization of embedded chip insertion,
glorification qua state of art communication,
humanization of artificial intelligence,
idolization of electronic engineering,
jollification of electrons
kation of covalent bond.
adieu from,
matthew scott harris