Long Adore Poems
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I thought you were gonna accept me for who I am and who I am to
become
But, you abandoned me…now I’m a lost lamb…feeling numb and dumb
Sadistically, you glared at me with fire in your eyes…I look at the Lord of
the Flies
Straight in the eye…my heart pounding in my chest violently & desperately
You shot me with your angst and envy – I’m sick of hearing your lies
You pulled the trigger without any warning…I’m befriending despondency
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart…
Take a breath, look at me…don’t you see my misery?
You broke my young heart apart…take heart…
The scent of death – I smell the odor seeping out of your mouth…
I cover my nose…I’m feeling down, sucking up my emotional debris
Do you even see the tears rolling out of my eyes?
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
You really think that I’m a weakling? Didn’t you see me triumphantly soar?
(I don’t feel sorry for you…you attention whore – why were you the one I
adore?)
I am not a coward and I am not scared of you – you made me love you
I know my heart is breaking bit by bit, but I’m stronger that I was before
(I’m not sore anymore – I don’t love you anymore…you hurt me to the core,
but I opened a new door)
I’m through with you…I gave up on you – you made me weep tears of rue
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
Do you feel for me or do you ignore me like the rest?
I’ll try my best, darling, to pass the test that I detest
I hate the thought of you leaving my side…I’m on my own
I loathe the thought of you passing me by…I’m not alone
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart…
Take a breath, look at me…don’t you see my misery?
Do believe me – it’s not even close to a work of art
But, baby, I believe in you, taking wing from on high gaily
Pound to the rhythm of my heart…my heart… (oooh…oooh…x3)
Shine down Your light
From your home in the sky
Rain down Your love
From the heart who gives
More than a home
More than a heart
More precious hope than
My mind can comprehend
More faith and grace than
My mind can appreciate
More inspiration than my life
Can expect to honor
Shine down Your glory
Toward the spirit inside me
Rain down Your kindness
From the spirit that guides me
Remind me that your love
Is always there, a living light
Showering me with joy, peace
And all the love I’ll ever need
Shine down Your wonders
Filled with gladness and light
As I adore Your miraculous presence
Here with me, showing me the way
Leading me to the right paths
Steering me toward the honest things
The honorable and peaceful
The sensations of trust and bliss
Emptying me of worry and dread
Reassuring me that I have all I need
To reach toward my goals, my dreams
With expectation and motivation
Confidence that I have the strength
The power of One who lives inside me
Filling me up with His competence and skill
His ability to make every dream a reality
Shine down Your light of love
Breathe passion into my heart and soul
Wake up my imagination and hope
With Your wisdom and ambition, Your
Amazing vision which will assure me
That this desire within me is alive
Like a fire, a thought, a reverie
Filling me up with purest prudence
Feelings of insight, understanding
A penetrating hunger which hints at
The knowledge of a hope being fulfilled
A faith being proven – a light being stilled
By the blessed Creator, the life
Who colors my whole world in splendor
Assures my whole life of a awe
Which reminds me that love is the light
Which guides and inspires my life
Shine down Your wisdom and strength
Let me see Your glory, Your power pouring
Out a grace that penetrates my faith
And promises me that I always know the way
Toward the Savior – the light that I praise
Because He is the One who makes a way
Where there was no way and no appeal
He is the light that whispers His mercy
Into my heart and my life, through my prayers
Filling me up with a beautiful, warming Son
Who knows the way to lead me is with His love!
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Is beauty so bright – writing all kinds
Natural verses that always spellbinds
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She writes little verses so fun
Reminding us laughter is not a chore
It delights each heart and everyone
Loves to read the delights she has spun
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With poems so gentle and devout
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What I wouldn’t do to have you here
Kiss you, love you and just hold you near
To release all the demons
Let go of all the fears
I pray for the chance to show you
All that would be in store
To be able to love you at your worst
At your best simply adore
I long to hold you every night
Your strong arms wrapped around me
So securely and tight
Looking deeply into each others eyes
As time stops and we take flight
Knowing in those very moments
All is as is should be and right
Passionately needing and hanging on each and every single kiss
Anytime day or night all I think of is all of this
Being with you and only you
In loves pure heavenly bliss
But all this being said
I still have lots more to say
I miss all of you and worry about you
Every single day
Never would I ever intentionally hurt you
Or even disappoint
Knowing now I could’ve done just that
Leaves me sad and blue
My head spinning, my mind reeling
Not sure what to say or do
I keep searching for the words or the actions
But I have no clue
And all of these written words
Are straight from my heart
And are all true
Very much meant for only you
But don’t mistake my mistakes
For purposely not caring
Cause I probably care too much
Don’t take my trust
For any sign of weakness or such
Don’t ever doubt the love I have in my heart and soul all for you
And realize that sometimes I really don’t know what I do
In showing how I feel about you
And don’t misunderstand my submissive ways
Just because I give in to most of what you say
Don’t mean I’m not strong enough to handle, with you, a day as today
Yes I have my faults, we all do
Yes I have issues, so do you
But without each and every one of them
I wouldn’t be me
And they make me the strong, caring, trusting, and loving woman
You see before you
The one you say you love
The one that gives thanks to God and the stars from up above
That you came into my life
Just as I was ready to give up and facing horrible strife
To love someone perfectly
Is to love all of their imperfections
So take me as I am
For whom I am
And for what I am
As I do you
I will show you
What true love
Will and very much can do
I love you
I wake up in consternation, it is a day off.
No schedule, no paperwork, no boss.
I smile as this statement amuses me.
I have a boss, but she is totally not bossy.
She is delicate with me, possibly because I am the old one here.
Unless you count the nurse and the secretary. We three are the token crones.
“Caren, would you…”
“Yes, I would love to!”
This is how our banter goes, and not daily, maybe
Once every month or so. I adore having her for a boss, adore it!
I am sure this is because she is a delight, and so am I.
I do not think it is because my personnel file downtown is a foot thick.
I do think on the cover in huge black magic marker it says
“Do not be fooled by her unassuming old lady look. She is a barracuda.”
I know my rights, and I am not afraid to use them.
I have the union president on speed dial.
I may be one of the few to send her a yearly Christmas pony.
Being a Caren advocate was unnatural,
But being a child-advocate has taught me how to advocate for everyone
Including me. I reach for my pen, recognizing my mantra, and a new poem.
The sea, you see, we both agree -
he’s sure to come ashore
The tide is tied to lunacy
he does the moon adore
You’ve seen his swells, how they arise
sighs uttered under breath
And when she wanes, comes his demise
cries, mourns her cruel death
To know and yet to not accept,
kept wracked by pitied plight -
Love’s lunacy find its precept
wrecked in her luscious light
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Okay, I’ll keep this one - doesn’t seem like the form got in the way… This it probably just me / weird, but I found it easier to think of each stanza as a 14-syllable-per-line couplet...
The Dechnad Mor: an Irish quatrain with 8a:6b:8a:6b, 2-syllable end rhymes, cross rhymes, and alliteration
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Hello beautiful sunrise,
Marking the beginning of a brand new day,
A brand new way to love and be loved,
I salute you.
Hello glistening morning dew,
Carrying fresh anointing from our Elohim,
Reminding us love is patient and kind,
I admire you.
Hello gentle Spirit,
Flowing graciously from Him to my soul,
Pouring intentional love blessings upon us,
I glorify You.
Hello mighty eagle,
Soaring above with courage and focus,
Displaying real love actually and intentionally,
I adore you.
In my somnolence, I see your uniqueness,
When hope grows weary, I see your encouragement,
Going astray, you fearlessly chastise me in love,
Losing focus, you remind me of what’s really important,
I pray our Elohim elevates your grand wings,
That you may become the fearless leader destined,
And I your perfect helpmate as He would have it be,
Till the moon sees the sun, as the sun sees the stars…
LILY VILLANELLE
My bosom- friend straight forward Lily
always attractive in elegance
as flower Lily stands straight merrily.
I love her from core of heart so dearly.
She is loud, slight little on arrogance,
My bosom friend straight forward Lily.
She raises her head righteous proudly.
perfect in cheerful performance.
As flower Lily stands straight merrily.
I appreciate her nature really,
Pleasant personality on mere glance
My bosom friend straight forward Lily.
I adore her, she is pretty, lovely.
I admire her smile in smart appearance.
As flower Lily stands straight merrily.
Like Lily she is firm amazingly
never bends but gets ready to enhance.
My bosom friend straight forward Lily
As flower Lily stands straight merrily.
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Oh, woe is me! Oh my! Oh my!
I am going to be singing this song until I die, oh man!
"I’m Henry the Eighth I am. Henry the Eighth I am I am!"
I’d stop singing if I could; I am not even a fan….
This poem is stuck in my head forevermore.
"I got married to the widow next door; she’s been married seven times before!
I’d love to stop strumming and singing; it’s starting to be a bore!
It is a song I used to kind of adore…..
"Everyone was an ‘Enry, ENRY! Aint’ had a Willy or a Sam!
Or a Sam!
I’m the eighth I am, I’m ‘Enry, Enry the eighth I am I am
‘Enry the Eight I am I am."
"Seventeenth verse, same as the first."
Would singing another song be better or worse?
I cannot believe this song is stuck in my head.
I’ll be forced to sing it until I’m dead.
I am the sunshine
I am the rain,
I am the pleasure
I am the pain!
Angry young man,
I am your last puff
of the day's first cigarette,
I am your first sip of life
from the golden peg!
Young lady,
I am your first kiss-
your ornamental love bites
which you touch,adore
and share with the mirror!
I am the teardrops
silently flowing down
the cheeks of a mother,
I am the emphatic joy
of a man,who has just
become a father!
I am the first gush of air
into the lungs of a newborn,
I am the last grasping breath
of a helpless,drowning man!
I am the dream,
that of a martyr
lost ,grounded and never to fly-
I am the National Flag
flying high in the blue sky!
I am all these,present everywhere
may be a little more or less,
I am even in all your hearts
search and you will get my trace!
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Placement: 8th; (January 2011)
Contest: I am ........
By:kashinath karmakar(23rd Dec. 2010)