Short Idol Poems
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Bruno’s magic. Michael’s show.
Christina’s voice. Benny’s choice.
Gordon’s mouth. Stevie’s logic
I’ll paint me as quaint.
You had me briefly careening
towards that crooning
but your excessive preening
and secret self-loathing
won an abrupt ending
From New York City to L.A.; from Austin to Seattle,
so-called singers screech or bray in an auditions battle!
For Brian Strand's "A Couple of Lines"
Should we assume
What God would have us do ~
If we ourselves
Can’t even think it through?
—————
h/t to Gershon’s He Met His Goal
For the Idol I sang
with a screech and a twang
caused by a cold in my throat
well I passed the audition
but I cured the condition
now they tell me I can't sing a note!
Title :- Idol Of Beauty......
For the real beauty,
Look at the creator: reason of our existance.
Idol of sacrifice,
Equals to god,
No other than : 'Mother'.
By :- Rohit Sharma (Joker)
Ronnie Radke
sure hes not the nicest
but hes good at what he does
i learned all his songs
even the ones craig stole
how i wish i was as famous (or infamous)
as my idol, and my hero
We love you ronnie
Give me anguish that feels like my heart has been staked,
Give me betrayal, entrapment, and hatred of my race.
Give me shame, humiliation, and painful disgrace,
But please oh please spare me, a pretty face.
Idol
Over all at least one parent should play the role of child's Idol.
12/07/15
One liners three contest
Sponsor Silent One
Third Place
Sculpting his idol with magiC,
Prayers she offers saying, “HellO”!
Exclusively with leaves so greeN,
Carefully, for him a garlanD,
Imagining him as her beaU,
Always makes singing a lyriC!
Love is mad, in facT!!
The vehement attraction overwhelms
My love for her knows no bounds
Her cherubic face is small and cute
I cry and cheer until I'm mute
My parasocial yearn may not be reciprocated
But when my love is so strong, it will be vindicated
*nocturne eye flicker*
*bite lip*
*rip asunder*
Malediction of a tragedy fused elegy,
mirror of red rum and visage of chaos.
The truth is a labyrinth of mirrors,
I am the reflection that stares back,
real you tryst behind quicksilver.
O noble king, your regal stance!
Righteous royal, stature enhance.
Warrior, denied by no one.
Resident reign only begun.
Clever, sly, an omnipotent
standing guardian vigilant.
Stay your ground and rule them all.
Tis no wonder you're an idol.
In each of these restful poses
To sleeping's own posture
What he boasts in never leaves her;
An eye for fine sculpture.
Idol. Harmlessly inactive!
Disabused of, disturbed!
Through whose then cracks, sounds again for
One with living perturbed.
He fell so early from the image to the grime
And lay there, flatly oozing helplessness.
Anger, and something left of love combined,
Plunged to urge him free,
Wiped its hands and set back the idol high,
Only slightly out of plumb.
The shattering was mine.
The Words Insist
Them-Selves...
Yet They Know
Their Own Infidel'ity...
The Partial'ity Embraced
While Love
Loves All
In Truth...
Would You Idolize
Definition Alone?
Lazy Love
Loving Truth
Unlearnable:
***
Exploited.
-Gray Squirrel
05-03-2026
Make an idol of,
by worshiping &
adoring as godlike.
Heart beats rapidly,
sporadically whenever near
it skips.
To beautify furthermore would be
divine intervention,
nothing compares.
Weak-kneed & star-struck
paralyzed with love,
in an enamored state of presence.
Breathed his last,
On dear's lap.
Each cells of her immersed in deep sorrow,
From that sorrow, a glow has
Risen, consecrated an idol
At the deepest of her heart.
Illuminated that idol,
With never ending memories,
Prayed, worshipped and loved,
That idol till her last breath.
I crave alone so enslaved to my own chaos, I’ve known the pain of loss. Above the hearts I slay, I loved her in dark & grey.
Of hate a jaded soul I paint, though in bane I’m not a saint.
I slept in fire & burned lies to ash, returned but kept admired by eyes that dash.
A suicidal emotion I’m honest, I’m the Idol Of A Broken Promise.
You always stand tall,
Oh! My speaking Idol.
Whenever I score null,
You save me from near fall.
You motivate when I sit dull,
Say don't stop,learn to crawl.
Only I can hear you in all,
Rest are abided by the protocol.
You are not just a symbol,
Oh! My speaking Idol.
I am blessed to receive your call,
Which sounds sweet like a waterfall.
I
Waiting ...
Not on the LORD
But on a phone call
So, I turn to poetry
Led by Jesus & His Word
"All is vanity"
II
I know there's nothing new
Something Solomon knew
Wrote about in "Ecclesiastes"
All is vanity, under the sun
I seek heat under His Son
But the dead world will beckon
If not for wealth, then a wise wife
Will I make her my new idol?
I'm making an idol which I need.
No one in the world is as beautiful as it is.
His eyes are his mascara,her look is innocence.
If not,then life is my ugly in my life.
Her black hair is night and the face is rosy for the day.
He does not say that my world is bay tonako.
Her words are sweet,her admiration is adorable.
That is my world and that is my wealth.
Form:
Humble beginnings
Rising to top of the pops
Song heartbreak hotel
Dubbed as the King of Rock and Roll
Elvis the pelvis also sang soul
Of Hispanic origin
Blue eyes sent girls in a spin
The hearts of old and young he stole.
Memphis idol's funeral, adoring fans in thousands pass casket.
Contest: Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Date: 31st January 2022
Oh, sing me with sweetness the songs that you share
The words and your voice show how much that you care
The light in your eyes, so twinkles for me
Oh, sing me your songs, which make me happy
The stage that you stand on means nothing for sure
For there’s love in your words that just seems to outpour
I know with each word sung, that smile you show
Is secretly for me, of this I do know
Who could be content
with this wretched world
religions bribe
death; bovine silence
tears at my beating red heart
without passions arc
there would only be rational thought
and grizzled earth
arctic cold
poetry beats the gravity
of this rock
deepens the mouth of inspiration
worming through
the machinery of desperation
like Jesus floats
eloquence it's revenge
a helpless idol