Most Viewed Abstract Poems (471)

You’re such an unlikely figure
I mean if looks could tell
You anything about the person
Like a book cover
doesn't tell the story
I want to get a cup of coffee
And write about you
Imagine and think about you
Oh to be a tiny ladybug
On your writing desk
To gaze upon you while you bring
All those engaging, beautiful visions
To see the expressions upon your face
The pauses, the nibble on your pen
The emotions you are feeling
The emotions you let in, then out
Expressing ancient lore
Filled with wanton love
Candle lights and tears
Love and whispers uttered
Passions, hopes and dreams
In ancient times
Oh those times gone by
I would like to look
Deep into your eyes
Scanning like the palmist
Reads the lines of a hand
Gazing until surrender
Lost in deep thought
The depth is quite amazing
One so unlikely, yet
It makes my heart sing
Reading your poetry
You relate the fantasy
Capture the fairy tales
So elegantly
You’re an anomaly
A mystery, a dream
I’m left with wonderment
You have caught my attention
And given flight to my thinking

purple vivid
purple verve
yellow
yellow
yellow
yellow
coral red

Yes indeed, freedom it is,
to write a poem that is
But why do you have to be a prick?
Been here for a very long time
Hoarder as you are I've never seen one

You might feel the need to keep writing
Fine and dandy I would say
But if you're not selfish and inconsiderate
The rules we'd expect, you should respect

Oh I think you can feel and understand
This place is enjoyed by everyone
So if you keep doing what you want do
There's truly nothing that can stop you

So this comment I've posted for you
Doesn't weigh any merit or value
But if you have a heart and mind to know
You must refrain from giving us more blow.

God bless you
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Common sense we all have it. Without which our understanding of one another is impaired. Need I say more?
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Need I say more?

Outside my broken window, the light begins to fade ...
at least that's how the evening tide makes it seem...
I look into my closed mind ,
to see if I can walk the night ...
to bridge the gap ,
to keep close to me ,
the warm, life giving light...
I look outside my window broken ...
and what remains of this life ...
kneading and treading the old paths,
cognizant and privy to the new ....
with a measure of heart,
standing...
with shields of Faith,
Hope and Love,
I will traverse the landscapes before me,
those paths most welcome...and those not.

gs

In the breathless aura of cloud nine
Magic takes hold surreptitiously
It appeared to you and me
As we cosmically aligned

Along the journey of years
The raptured bliss appears
Secret, soft and refined
Star dust designed

We awaken warm and excited
Breathed words in transition
The love we both invited
A final poetic rendition

Cupids quiver of love’s arrows
Flying like soaring sparrows
Entering hearts we ignited
Making us united

Bathing in warm luscious pools
Azure waters of glistening jewels
In the language of hushed whispers
Where the depth incurs

Embracing one to the other forever
In the cosmos our souls aligned
Knowing the meaning of eternity
In the breathless aura of cloud nine

© Jade Anjoun

for
joyfully
on this edge
a dance cerise
score unknown
clothed in luster
mortal its delight

The twang of strings from a distant guitar strumming meticulously, tingled her eardrums.
The climb to her task seemed to stretch for miles.
Hesitation
Perspiration sparkled on her brow.
On top at last the wind swept across and through the fabric that was wearing her.
Instant security overcame her loins then it started
Movement beneath her slow and calculating.
She ran her fingers through her locs, she was feeling free.
The strumming in the distance intensified below her back and forth up and down.
She rolled her tongue over the glossy lipstick on her upper lip.
Where was she?
Whistling, cheering, moisture was developing.
The rhythm underneath her was firmer, swifter.
Her breathing heavier, faster, faster, deeper, deeper, up and down, around.
She felt around her,
The touch something leather.
She opened her eyes, a saddle, lights up down, back, forth; calmer; eyes wider.
The ride on the mechanical bull had come to an end amongst a crowd cheering and applauding.

Joy
Is always found
In the quiet
Reflections
Of gratitude
Peace
Can find a way
Upon closer
Inspections
Of common
Respect
Love
Finding its way
Making new
Affections
Closer
Bringing together
The raw ingredients
Blending baking
Following perfect
Directions
Life
A big recipe
You just follow to
Perfection
And opportunity
Happens
From time to time

Take away my sin
Don't cast me aside
For I feel hollow within
My strength withers
My arms are thin
My body withers
From decades toil
Now broken my strength gone
Where has life gone
My strength now faltering
My body broken
Oh where did my life go
Seconds past hours die
Days turn to weeks
I look at my face old am I my soul will not die for born again will I live my circle of life I will not die I'll become another my circle will begin

Anger
Depression

What’s In your mind
I need to know

Get out of mine

Do you feel the same
Hope so, don’t think so

Smiling and laughing on face book

Why so much to me
Why so one sided

The age the stature
The looks
The body
My performance

Phantom phone and text
In my mind it excites

Back to reality
Gone
Never coming back

Phone deadly silent
I need
Wait for days

I don’t need

I’m still waiting
Please come back

Where are you
My reflection

No end in sight