Poems About Respect by Top Critiquers
#respect
Poems about respect by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
R.I.P. Cassini
Oh stalwart vessel! Did siren ring song
snare you like an Odyssean sailor?
They say your conversion did not take long
from probe to vaporized con trailer.
Armchair trailblazers now salute you
and your glance into the vast unknown.
Now you mix with the Saturnian dew,
or perhaps through hexagonal storms are blown.
Like bold chest clutching stage deaths of yore
you bravely gave yourself to the ages
all to make room for some alien spore
Instead of Earth borne microbial rages.
You brought us the music of the spheres... ...
snare you like an Odyssean sailor?
They say your conversion did not take long
from probe to vaporized con trailer.
Armchair trailblazers now salute you
and your glance into the vast unknown.
Now you mix with the Saturnian dew,
or perhaps through hexagonal storms are blown.
Like bold chest clutching stage deaths of yore
you bravely gave yourself to the ages
all to make room for some alien spore
Instead of Earth borne microbial rages.
You brought us the music of the spheres... ...
#inspirational
#gratitude
#admiration #respect
#admiration #respect
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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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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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Not a cloud in the sky.
This will be my last post on DUP .
The writers on this site are brilliant and prolific ,so much so that instead of writing I'm spending too much time reading .I need to return to my books.There is a fascinating variety of contributors here and without knowing each one personally, I think all feel compelled to write to help free themselves from suffering.
So for all those who have suffered please enjoy this piece from Rumi....one of my faves.
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a...
The writers on this site are brilliant and prolific ,so much so that instead of writing I'm spending too much time reading .I need to return to my books.There is a fascinating variety of contributors here and without knowing each one personally, I think all feel compelled to write to help free themselves from suffering.
So for all those who have suffered please enjoy this piece from Rumi....one of my faves.
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a...
#courage
#gratitude
#kindness
#love
#respect
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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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exquisite beauty
her beauty
is so
exquisite,
it almost
pains me
to look
upon her
and know
i don't
feel
anything.
is so
exquisite,
it almost
pains me
to look
upon her
and know
i don't
feel
anything.
#admiration
#emotions
#respect
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Angels
(Fia Naturie/Billy Snagg)
I cannot compare thee to anything.
One look stops the very air that I breathe.
As angels kiss lips as soft as dew, sing,
For all that I yearn will make me believe.
And I carry on musing just the same,
Through life's tribulations, dancing a tune.
Loving each other, there can be no shame,
Proceeding in time to the sound of June.
Now when I think back to those pastures ripe -
Carefree and joyous for all we were worth,
Even on days we would carry a gripe -
Still you're my sunshine, my heaven on...
I cannot compare thee to anything.
One look stops the very air that I breathe.
As angels kiss lips as soft as dew, sing,
For all that I yearn will make me believe.
And I carry on musing just the same,
Through life's tribulations, dancing a tune.
Loving each other, there can be no shame,
Proceeding in time to the sound of June.
Now when I think back to those pastures ripe -
Carefree and joyous for all we were worth,
Even on days we would carry a gripe -
Still you're my sunshine, my heaven on...
#love
#motivational
#relationships
#respect
#sonnet
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Mary (Her)
her pen is bold
drips on the page
with brutal honesty
rare gem amongst pebbles
no need to polish
her sparkle is natural
dazzling
in stunning
impefertection
drips on the page
with brutal honesty
rare gem amongst pebbles
no need to polish
her sparkle is natural
dazzling
in stunning
impefertection
#admiration
#love
#respect
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20 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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Adora
It's time to tell your parents.
I want them to know
that you will be okay.
That you will have joy
above the weight of common things.
That their concern may cease.
That you will hold onto happiness
every day, like apples in a basket.
That I will cradle you
in the now,
as they had, decades past.
I will cradle you
during movies
eclipses
any of the pauses
that may present itself.
And I will wrap around you,
during the midnights,
when the wolves within mankind howl. ...
I want them to know
that you will be okay.
That you will have joy
above the weight of common things.
That their concern may cease.
That you will hold onto happiness
every day, like apples in a basket.
That I will cradle you
in the now,
as they had, decades past.
I will cradle you
during movies
eclipses
any of the pauses
that may present itself.
And I will wrap around you,
during the midnights,
when the wolves within mankind howl. ...
#happiness
#love
#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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Your Feet
Your feet
are deeply callused
to the point
of almost
being hooves
your toes are mini mangled tree limbs
with long
granite-like toenails
as i lovingly massage your feet
a pile of fine
dead skin
collects in my lap
i could massage your feet
all day
because it brings you bliss
and because they are yours
are deeply callused
to the point
of almost
being hooves
your toes are mini mangled tree limbs
with long
granite-like toenails
as i lovingly massage your feet
a pile of fine
dead skin
collects in my lap
i could massage your feet
all day
because it brings you bliss
and because they are yours
#love
#gratitude
#respect #relationships
#respect #relationships
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