KW
KW
Aug 23, 2013

for every fragile memory
i visit
time is wasted
and i am foolish enough
to let it happen
repeatedly
because i am convinced
that we had a moment
in between sarcasm
and cockiness

you let me see through
your disguise
though you did not
and then you left me
craving for more
ache for attention
i was not entitled to*

(k.w)

*i'm sorry.
Bibhu
Bibhu
Oct 23, 2013

I closed my eyes
And tried to wake up
In a world that’s too far away
That struck from above.
Taunting me with honed voices,
Not a single was distinct.
How cruel were those noises!
With every possible hint
In an alienating stint
followed by the clue
It came as on cue
And I heard that song
Of stories not heard for long.
Then I stumbled upon the truth,
‘We all go places that we may never belong.’

Liam
Liam
May 17, 2013      May 19, 2013

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Poetry Club discussion questions available upon request.

Just an absurd response to wondering if my poems are too vague to check the Explicit? box before saving.
ng in the scene of my life, having your implicit presence as a reminder of how utterly i
Mariam Bazzi
May 15, 2013

I want you to be the exception to the rule.
To be the silent c sitting in the scene of my life, having your implicit presence as a reminder of how utterly incomplete I’d be without you.

into innate  implicit  meanings;
LiRoy Lourenco
Jun 10, 2010

your subtle reassurance
make me smile
simple words on the back of a postcard
'dive me'  - to dwell into my subconscious
into innate  implicit  meanings;

I am an artist
lost in the dark
a child
painting my perception
on my window
of the world
my judgement
my aspirations
my
ellipses...

- From 'Love, Life and everything in between' (3)
your glow implicit
JC Patterson
JC Patterson
Dec 20, 2011

a wind blew through it
as goggly-eyed as I could
(or would not) it did

your glow implicit
in a blush rose as firewood
against a cool itch

at dawn though I sit
here and hack lines in its groove
(the hand you dismissed)

Implicit splendour in the colour of the day
Helios Rietberg
Helios Rietberg
Nov 19, 2012

Implicit splendour in the colour of the day
and moonlight reflecting just gently

corals and shadows flitting abound
dyeing the darkest shades of blue

and clouds of cotton spraying through the light
sweeping the horizons of eternity

love in the eyes of the sun in sight
our tossed whispers lining the days––––––

© Helios Rietberg, November 2012
should, rather, be implicit
Anubis the Philosomancer

In a world
where One being explicit is bad,
perhaps One
should, rather, be implicit
so people can impart their own meaning
and offend themselves,
'cause they seem to fucking keen
to get offended either way.

*A*lways implicit and unspoken—too horrible for words
Jules
Jules
Feb 16

Really, people don't want to admit it exists
Always implicit and unspoken—too horrible for words
People —won’t acknowledge it unless it slaps them in the face
              —can't deny the fact that
Everyone flinches at the very word itself

"It is a postulate implicit in all metaphysical poetry that nothing
J. W.
Mar 31, 2010

"It is a postulate implicit in all metaphysical poetry that nothing is ineffable, that the most rarefied feeling can be exact and exactly expressed. If you cease to be able to express feelings, you cease to be able to have them, and sensibility is replaced by sentiment, in the end by the vague expression of the vague, and poetry degenerates into a diversity of noises."

 
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