Admirer Poems

Admirer poems that are original and profound. Explore a brilliant collection of admirer poetry that you can’t stop reading. These poems on admirer are published by poets from all over the world and are sure to keep you High On Poems!

Secret Admirer

Secret Admirer short poem

I saw a girl in purple Red were her lips..! The wind was blowing.. And the strands playing piano on her cheeks!! She was talking to a boy.. May be a special one…! Jealous I felt with her smiling tone.

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Living On A Fantasy

Living On A Fantasy short poem

I love the way we’re getting close Treating it romantic even though it’s just a joke Thinking how can I end this folk Can I if admiration already goes? The piece of chocolate you’d given me Feeling the fake love

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A Grand Poem

A Grand Poem short poem

“I love you like a grand poem.” Like a poem that reflects the beauty of night In the arms of a sleeping lover Through his content breath Into the sweet scent of satisfaction “I Love you like a grand poem.”

Seeking My Dark Lord

Seeking My Dark Lord long poem

I’m seeking my immortal foe He must mosh hard and enjoy Edgar Allen Poe You should have a secret identity that nobody can know … Be a secret sexy super-villain, be my, John Doe! I’m now hiring, inquire within! Don’t

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Somewhere

Somewhere ballad

I drift across a secluded beach. I feel the sand beneath my feet. Impressions fading in the sand from a turning tide. I catch a fragrance in the air, i stop to look in wonder as it captivates my senses

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times

A Divine Chime Of Prime Sublime Times long poem

A look past the glass I can see my past Now freed from the disbelieve One can start to relive Though what can I gain? Still I am in pain Maybe with just a wish I’d change my accomplished dish

Written in August

Written in August prose poem

To begin with a lie will entwine cleaved interests into the one heaving body you Wanted for this canvas Alike and unalike as teacher and student Cultivar and architect Both humorless academics One shedding layers and palls to fit the

Gods And Demons

Gods And Demons short poem

  White blood cells from demon, Pinch of salt and honey It is mixture to heal the will and Accelerate spinning electron Gods and demons at all whispers Exist in spells arcane from ever Erased time and space Satellites located

Invisible

Invisible prose poem

Can you see me? As I lie vulnerable on the rigid floor with you? Can you feel the fear that radiates from my trembling body? The piercing cries echoing in my mind are deafening, but my voice has lost it’s

Affection

Affection short poem

And as I look into your eyes; I don’t know? inside — There is a friction, defined my feeling as attraction. Then, I sought your attention ’cause my heart is full of conviction. Indeed —- An emotion — To break

Behind The Beauty

Behind The Beauty short poem

Beauty! The quality of being pleasing The experience of “beauty” often involves an interpretation of some entity as being in balance and harmony with nature, which may lead to feelings of attraction and emotional well-being. Behind the beauty Is the

Pain Of Love

Pain Of Love long poem

Do you ever feel a little choked up? Were you dreaming good and suddenly woke up? Like all was going smooth but you suddenly broke up- into tears – but a sly smile just soaked up- all of them,and you

Missing A Dearest Friend

Missing A Dearest Friend short poem

Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated. Remember me and smile, for it’s better to forget than remember me and cry. If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could

Tttd – (triple T, D)

Tttd   (triple T, D) short poem

TTTD my split personality The voice that speaks through me My co-pilot of philosophy My creative side kick That knocks the worldliness Right out of me The expression of thoughts Deep down inside of me The motivation that sets my

Bayesian Inference

Bayesian Inference short poem

It’s the basics man Blue car with a spider lawyer Lights on a swimming pool at night She speaks French when she cheats Green chiffon ghetto lit with blow Orange face on a palm tree Have you quit looking for

Reading Emily Dickinson’s Poem

Reading Emily Dickinsons Poem short poem

If Hope is the thing with feathers, perhaps Life is that stony thing, that stony Enigma. If someday, somehow, somewhere, I catch some glimpses of what makes a heart, a stone, and what makes a stone, watery before someone dies…

Babbling Words

Babbling Words short poem

Though words are cheap, and often said, By the tongue of fools, some are lead. In the darkness of night, they lay await, To guide the weak, to their fate. When they gain, their victims trust, Then they cause, their

Sick Times

Sick Times short poem

And how shall we trace the trajectory of a lungless scream coming out of a slit throat? Time was overrun by gnostic resentment in absolute mind. The fury of a gathering food riot: do you hear the memorial rising, rising

On Cowards And The ‘ice’

On Cowards And The ice short poem

I was happy communicating with them I was happy unknowingly indulging in their own game Happy on being appreciated Happy on being accoladed Felt each of them close to my heart Sharing things mutually though being miles apart In for

Freeing Myself

Freeing Myself short poem

How I wish, I could, Break away from all shackles That bog me down, And fly in the expanse of the sky. Free to express myself, Without fear of being judged, To free my soul, Of all my thwarted words.

Wonders …

Wonders ... long poem

I cheer up when I see thy nature… Thy nature in depth of creativity… I wonder how thou created wings… Wings of those unbalanced creatures… Those angels and demons… Silencing parity of loquacious radars… Those unsung musical rhythms… Rhythms that

Rotten Red Rose

Rotten Red Rose sonnet poems

I bought a bouquet of rubies for Rose, I thought, ‘how they were young, so bloody red!’ I was in love with love, blinded from woes, A Fool to not see you’d rather me dead. But the day I bought

Fear, Worry

Fear, Worry short poem

Preparation. Fear. Worry. An open door. A desk A pen An A4 booklet Noise Suddenly Sitting Quiet. A voice Instruction Begin. Reading Questions. White paper. Cryptic I can’t understand. Fear. Worry Panic Sweat SCREAM silently Tears Breakdown Closed Brain-death Failure

How I See Myself?

How I See Myself? short poem

How I see myself? I see myself in the…….. exalted waves of the sea, dark, rainy clouds of the sky, lightning of a storm, reverberations of thunders, cold, icy and gusty winds of the wintry days, silence of the mountains,

Come Back Soon

Come Back Soon short poem

Everyday, the sun returns to embrace the ocean. In twilight, the birds return to their nests. Every night, the stars come back to decorate the sky, and in the moonlight, Jasmines bloom again. To return, you may think of another

Out

Out prose poem

Heart of the earth- heart of the star, fire raging through me can I handle one more moment of this awesome ecstasy? energy flowing up in me- lightning pulsing down on me singing eternal memories… melodies arcing up- cascading down-

The Wheels

The Wheels short poem

The path disappears under the foot. Gently I lay down the book and start reading the blank page. Stainless thoughts.I strip to root. A stunning revelation about a tinned dialogue. Blue hydrangeas were telling something. It was time to become

Seer

Seer prose poem

Look, listen, learn. What’s going on? Writhing existence. Organic world mixing coalescing on all levels. Civilization, humanity, genetic confusion. The experiment turned on. Seer watching no interference but wondering. We but unwitting participants. Endgame Unknown. Writhing, coalescing genetic blob growing,

Unum

Unum short poem

Mind your mind with positive and lacquer, 47 degree angles wrapped in her favourite brochure, pinned to the left wing of a soft song. Be free, be happy, be sad, be the wind, be the rain, be wind-rain be god

Intangibles in a Bag

Intangibles in a Bag short poem

I sit tensed nervy, anxious and worried So much to pack so small my bag. The laughs, the warmth The support, the advices How can I pack so small my bag Nostalgia engulfs me teary eyed, indebted I am so

A Glance At The Past

A Glance At The Past short poem

All it takes is one mistake. Don’t make them last mistakes from the past. Beauty and the beast they met at the feast. Beauty played its part by residing in the heart. Appearances are kept by those who are adept.

Someone Needs To Love You

Someone Needs To Love You long poem

Someone needs to love you Hell is just a destination, Something for us to fear. You can’t stop your destiny friend, You can only live right here. Right now is where the heart beats, Right now is the time, Tomorrow

Read the Words

Read the Words short poem

Read the Words Is it just me? Or do people not stop to read? A poem, sonnet or book, Are all worth a patient look. But with such busy lives, We become like bees at our hives. Coming and going,

Mind Wanders

Mind Wanders short poem

The mind wanders, To that happy place, Still making me smile, Although it has been a while. The mind wanders in between pleasant moments, wondering how would it be right here, right now? It requites then, nodding ‘YES’! It would

The Bookcase

The Bookcase prose poem

Pinhead’s lounging in the armchair. Dreams waiting by the stair Pennywise is peeping through the curtains looking for children to scare Marvin is arguing with the kitchen door while Arthur Dent makes a cup of tea. Death has been hogging

Just Mist

Just Mist short poem

I feel like the mist – drifting through the air, With no purpose but to fog your vision while you stare, Then dissipate when the sun breaks through, Nowhere to go or be – something you once knew, So insignificant

Morning Walk

Morning Walk short poem

It’s a morning walk. alone. To think a little. To breath a little. To talk a little to myself. To make a little. To dream a little. Just to walk a little. It’s the best time I could ever see

Peace

Peace long poem

Looking down, a white silk trail rose just above the river. Meandering just as far as the eye could see. Thus setting the scene filling the start of the day with wonder and glee. Vaporized water rose from the forest

Oneself

Oneself short poem

In the eyes of judgment you are not worthy In your own you seek the reason why Conforming to what others think Is the first step to losing yourself Losing yourself is the first step to living a lie Indulge

A Poet At Heart

A Poet At Heart long poem

They say poetry doesn’t pay , A hobby for slacker’s bay , Frost projected it as condition , Far from being called ‘ real profession’ . Advised to bring out the writer , Write pages, words , Ensure some monetary