Poems About Admiration by Top Critiquers
#admiration
Poems about admiration by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Great Catch! (Lapping it up)
What a great catch,
As you fall into my lap!
It could be a trap,
But I ain't takin' that!
You're a great match,
A really amazing snatch.
Forget about that nap,
Till I've read you like a map!
We're on the right track,
Takin' up the slack,
Never goin' back -
Filling that sweet crack!
As you fall into my lap!
It could be a trap,
But I ain't takin' that!
You're a great match,
A really amazing snatch.
Forget about that nap,
Till I've read you like a map!
We're on the right track,
Takin' up the slack,
Never goin' back -
Filling that sweet crack!
#admiration
#lust
#seductive
#temptation
#romantic
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Duprass -- in perpetuity
for MrD
here in eternity
the is, the am, the are
are always happening
e x h a l e
(cat’s eye in a nebula)
and there’s a second-hand-hollow
in the outset of my neon aura
that somehow reflects pure to
yours without any sense of self
a coronal mass ejaculation
in this single unit of
space-time-now-the-before-forever
and I’ve known you
for all these lives
probably loved you
before love loved loss
i n h a l e
(pupils pinpoint)
and I’m back...
here in eternity
the is, the am, the are
are always happening
e x h a l e
(cat’s eye in a nebula)
and there’s a second-hand-hollow
in the outset of my neon aura
that somehow reflects pure to
yours without any sense of self
a coronal mass ejaculation
in this single unit of
space-time-now-the-before-forever
and I’ve known you
for all these lives
probably loved you
before love loved loss
i n h a l e
(pupils pinpoint)
and I’m back...
#admiration
#love
#respect #friendship
#respect #friendship
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Sharp View
since the day he
arrived i am in awe
of his sharp view
& super clever
observations
speaking up
radically poetic
about this fucked
up society and this
new generation
its ignorance
and hatred while
switching it up with
a musical break
his knowledge of
artists & bands in his
backstage stories
with lots of humor is
jaw dropping great yet
don't forget how he bares
his soul in reflective ink
so here's an ovation to
our one...
arrived i am in awe
of his sharp view
& super clever
observations
speaking up
radically poetic
about this fucked
up society and this
new generation
its ignorance
and hatred while
switching it up with
a musical break
his knowledge of
artists & bands in his
backstage stories
with lots of humor is
jaw dropping great yet
don't forget how he bares
his soul in reflective ink
so here's an ovation to
our one...
#admiration
#respect
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Tripping
You know I think about women
This is not sexual, although my sexual preference is women
I just think on them a lot, not obsessing, but a lot
Not in ways to get them into bed or ensuring what I got
I think of other things like the way that they smell
The way that her voice rose and the way that it fell
The beauty of their hair cut short or draped down their back
Balding from an illness or treatment, yeah boo I like it like that
Without cause or need she willingly accepts responsibility
Eternally assigned to prove herself and her...
This is not sexual, although my sexual preference is women
I just think on them a lot, not obsessing, but a lot
Not in ways to get them into bed or ensuring what I got
I think of other things like the way that they smell
The way that her voice rose and the way that it fell
The beauty of their hair cut short or draped down their back
Balding from an illness or treatment, yeah boo I like it like that
Without cause or need she willingly accepts responsibility
Eternally assigned to prove herself and her...
#love
#women
#admiration #respect
#admiration #respect
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My Better Angel
No femme fatale rocks a housecoat as well
as my beloved of thirty-five years,
since with it she bolstered me, truth to tell,
far beyond the phonemes of sonneteers
or any bunny in a magazine
shorn of their drapery mysterium
so notorious at setting the scene
for male gaze fever delirium...
which was always the wealth I truly craved
when often I had surplus love to spend
and she so fervent by that to be laved,
both inside and out, and at either end...
where even becoming fifty-seven
she comes across as a piece of heaven!
as my beloved of thirty-five years,
since with it she bolstered me, truth to tell,
far beyond the phonemes of sonneteers
or any bunny in a magazine
shorn of their drapery mysterium
so notorious at setting the scene
for male gaze fever delirium...
which was always the wealth I truly craved
when often I had surplus love to spend
and she so fervent by that to be laved,
both inside and out, and at either end...
where even becoming fifty-seven
she comes across as a piece of heaven!
#admiration
#birthday
#love #wife
#love #wife
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we are, you know...
we are more than poetry
more than our words
spread so elegantly...
...so carefully...
...across the page
consider them merely stains
...of tears
& bloodtrails...
showing the outline of our pain
but these sentiments are tempered
allowing only the briefest glimpse
miniscule peeks at the agony within
we are giants trapped inside thimbles
struggling & straining
...for more space
& these fragmented offerings shared
barely scratch the surface
of the vastness within
we are deeper...
more than our words
spread so elegantly...
...so carefully...
...across the page
consider them merely stains
...of tears
& bloodtrails...
showing the outline of our pain
but these sentiments are tempered
allowing only the briefest glimpse
miniscule peeks at the agony within
we are giants trapped inside thimbles
struggling & straining
...for more space
& these fragmented offerings shared
barely scratch the surface
of the vastness within
we are deeper...
#admiration
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#honesty
#respect
#WritingPoetry
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14 Comments
Yellows
In a world
where sight is but a dream,
there lived souls who saw
through bright hearts.
They felt the warmth
of the sun's embrace
and painted life with
a gentle grace.
Yellow, a shade they could not see,
but in their minds it danced so freely.
A color of joy, of hope and light,
it whispered secrets in the night.
Through their fingertips they traced the dawn,
with each touch a new day was born.
The scent of flowers, the taste of spring,
in the essence of yellow, their spirits sang. ...
where sight is but a dream,
there lived souls who saw
through bright hearts.
They felt the warmth
of the sun's embrace
and painted life with
a gentle grace.
Yellow, a shade they could not see,
but in their minds it danced so freely.
A color of joy, of hope and light,
it whispered secrets in the night.
Through their fingertips they traced the dawn,
with each touch a new day was born.
The scent of flowers, the taste of spring,
in the essence of yellow, their spirits sang. ...
#admiration
#emotions
#redemption
#respect
#strength
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~ethereal :: shadoe
viz : shadoe
#admiration
#inspirational
#love
#spiritual
#WritingPoetry
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ReturningTo Graceland
In the window of start dust we shall blow upon the elevation of immortality
Whispers sailing the high seas and the vastness of faraway lands
Tasting the silhouette of your presence in the afterlife
Venerating in the chasm of doleful caress upon my skin from above
You will always be a part of my young dreams of love
Whispers sailing the high seas and the vastness of faraway lands
Tasting the silhouette of your presence in the afterlife
Venerating in the chasm of doleful caress upon my skin from above
You will always be a part of my young dreams of love
#admiration
#Fanfiction
#passion
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Wayward Poets
Someone goes out early, every morning
to make sure that the welcome mat
is free of leaves
Or during winter, of snow
There's a key, under the mat, but
the door has never been locked
There's always someone
coming or going
To this old, white concrete house
atop the edge of a cliff
-Looks like a fingernail at the end
of a crackled finger
of the old man mountain
Pointing down towards the valley
Those that look up, thinking
is it choosing me
But it's not a path
for the weak hearted
...
to make sure that the welcome mat
is free of leaves
Or during winter, of snow
There's a key, under the mat, but
the door has never been locked
There's always someone
coming or going
To this old, white concrete house
atop the edge of a cliff
-Looks like a fingernail at the end
of a crackled finger
of the old man mountain
Pointing down towards the valley
Those that look up, thinking
is it choosing me
But it's not a path
for the weak hearted
...
#admiration
#happiness
#motivational
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The Resilience of a Poet
The resilience of a poet comes from the heart
From the deepest part of the human soul
And yet there is a strength from this poetess
It’s something that can’t be expressed in words
But there is a profound sense of understanding
Something that takes time and tide and time again
It goes beyond the realm of our comprehension
Something this poetess sees and feels and tells
With every breath poetry pours with calmness
Illuminating like a beacon beckoning a smile
Reckoning the intricate webs and nuances of life
In admiration of stars...
From the deepest part of the human soul
And yet there is a strength from this poetess
It’s something that can’t be expressed in words
But there is a profound sense of understanding
Something that takes time and tide and time again
It goes beyond the realm of our comprehension
Something this poetess sees and feels and tells
With every breath poetry pours with calmness
Illuminating like a beacon beckoning a smile
Reckoning the intricate webs and nuances of life
In admiration of stars...
#support
#admiration
#respect #NaPoWriMo2024
#respect #NaPoWriMo2024
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Unforgettable
I wonder, myself whom I venerate
The voice of my heart if loud fair enough!
The hive of my life I strive to relate
Aspire to unleash my wonders, seems tough.
To craft a soul of light, creed of the core
The quest for mines of gems never shall end
The harsh thrusts I’ve learned not to deplore
For every stance there shall be a firm stand.
Pearly prints along your path, your voice carve
Sound sounds are seized and unforgettable
Medallions feeding souls to never starve
The bliss is a blessing increasable.
Sowing abiding...
The voice of my heart if loud fair enough!
The hive of my life I strive to relate
Aspire to unleash my wonders, seems tough.
To craft a soul of light, creed of the core
The quest for mines of gems never shall end
The harsh thrusts I’ve learned not to deplore
For every stance there shall be a firm stand.
Pearly prints along your path, your voice carve
Sound sounds are seized and unforgettable
Medallions feeding souls to never starve
The bliss is a blessing increasable.
Sowing abiding...
#admiration
#learning
#sonnet
#spiritual
#strength
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DU Poetry : Poems About Admiration by Top Critiquers