#thesaurus
Across the street
her grass grows much
greener than mine.
Here grass struggles
with pine needles
to feel the sun.
Could it be we
live in a thesaurus
where she chose effort
while I was assigned toil.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
It's ******* disturbing.
I wake up tired,
My body aching.
I just stop sleeping.
News, coffee.
Planet encyclopedia,
Thesaurus cigarettes
And dictionary breakfasts.
Slices of rhetoric
With some kind of spread of intellect -
For lunch?
Dissertative sandwiches.
Grains of perspectives
In something over-marinated.
I just stop eating.
It matters not.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 5:45 PM UTC
Too many silly synonyms,
Easily set me off.
To hear contrarian antonyms,
Curse you! I’ve had enough!
Hell is ever penning acronyms.
Yes! And without a thesaurus.
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 12:17 AM UTC
a slab-less crazing-
mixture of papier-mâché;
conformation of made-less things-
quagmire bracing to break;
lonesome drought-
steer clear of my thirst;
vacuum sealed lungs-
anguish waiting to burst;
-
purified water:
landfilled with kimberlites;
there are spotless skies
reflecting off sunspotted eyes;
purified water:
a laborer letting go;
callouses like dandruff drift-
like welcoming snow
-
a son lost comes home
skies filled - no longer alone;
dead rise again
healed, hopeful, looking
at
him.
Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 9:53 PM UTC
air
you are a breath, fresh of it
blast
make me laugh
breeze
keep it easy
cyclone
hasty hurtful words
followed by
gales
of forgiveness
gust
oh!
blow
in my ear again
breath
taken away with a kiss
chinook
summer breeze
makes me feel fine
draft
make me shiver
flurry
my insides
flutter
my heart
mistral
we're rarely that cool
toward each other
unless (see: cyclone)
puff
the magic dragon
tempest
stormy passion
typhoon
come into the eye my darling
wafting
scent of love
whiff
when we blow it
whirlwind
us.
by definition.
whisk
me away
zephyr
gentle me again
This is, in so many words,
The rarefied air
we are privileged to breathe
Deep draughts of love.
Between you and me.
Breathe with me.
My beloved.
Breathe.
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
Dear RhymeZone,
Thank you for existing
You help me find the rhyming words
That used to always be missing.
You’re pretty much my savior
Thesaurus.com, you too!
You make my works even greater
For my readers (you!)
Thanks to you I can concoct
Words that fit like a sock!
Never mind a glove,
These words are more, which I love!
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
Why do mechanics need manuals when they’ve fixed it before?
Answer my question or I’ll walk out the door!
Didn’t they attend trade schools or get O.J.T.?
Why need repair manuals? That what gets me.
I just want a mechanic who won’t refer to a book.
Just fix my car already, don’t give it a second look!
Why do pilots run checklists and reference their charts?
Just push the dang button and hope the plane starts!
Didn’t they go to flight school and pass all the tests?
Pilots fly most days, so who needs all that mess?
I want a pilot who knows without referencing a chart.
Just get on with the flying and prove that you’re smart!
What about the doctors who are practicing still?
Why can’t they get it right? And that includes the bill!
They’re always researching new studies in journals
When time’s better spent attending patients’ internals.
I just want a Marcus Welby, Ben Casey or Kildare
Instead of keeping up to date, I just want them to care.
Why do lawyers review case studies and legal decisions?
Such antics in my book leave them open to derision.
All that studying in law school should have been enough.
After passing the bar they should already know their stuff.
I just want an attorney who’s a know-it-all ace,
Not a book worm mouthpiece to plead my case.
Finally, the poets, being wordsmiths their art
You won’t see them referencing a checklist or chart
But look, in their hands, just what can that be?
A dictionary? Thesaurus? Are those what I see?
A real poet never needs help reading Shakespeare or Keats
Using Webster and Roget would make all of us cheats!
If a poet is real, the words should just flow
I think that all poets should automatically know
The right words to use, and literary crutches forgo
How dare they try better vocabulary to hone
They should come up with good things to say on their own.
I’m looking for poets who’ll just know what to say
Like Lewis Carroll’s poems in his heyday:
“Twas brillig, and the slithy toves, Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe.”
Don’t bother looking up his words, for that would be a dumb thing.
Using a dictionary or thesaurus, you might actually learn something!
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 10:20 PM UTC
I don't write them anymore
I say I've lost my words
But in truth, they never left
Bubbling under the surface of my lips
Like sweet blisters of hope, confusion and rancor
I am really [only] a living dictionary
My thoughts like a river
My mouth like a hose
But you always say stop.
So they just sit, drying up
While I breathe through my nose.
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC
The heart was a thesaurus,
I realised this when it was broken,
it is profusely bleeding poetry...
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 3:49 PM UTC
you are unfazed by anything i do
you say you love me and that my spontaneity is one of the reasons why
because i keep you guessing
you say it's refreshing but you mean it's unpredictable
you say you love me and that i'm endlessly fascinating
you tell me it's because i'm interesting
you say it's intriguing but you mean it's confusing
i have so many precious things to tell you
but you do not care for any of them
you say you love me no matter what i look like
but when you kiss me you look into different eyes
you say you love me
but these are words from a thesaurus
not words from your heart
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 7:31 PM UTC
it's about the brains
think over the capacity
find uncanny words
helped by a magic book
it's the way we laugh
work together in darkness and lightness
to make an opus
which is part of our daydream
then make it happens
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
I will spend
the rest of my days
leafing through pages
to find new words
to describe
you.
And when the words
run out
and the pages fade
I will trust the silence
between us
to be imbued
with every desperate yearning feeling
of amorous love
I ache for you.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 5:28 PM UTC
I blame myself for distasteful stupidity;
This inability to conceptualise my sentiment.
I'm magnetic to your waffled fingers, and you're blind
To palpability.
Your purity pours into me like a purgation I've never known;
A thousand sins, each recognised, loved.
How many words have we swapped?
I pine, boy, and ponder upon the postulates you follow
To place a seed into my soul.
Must I really bury my affections for you?
Saya ingin berdiri sebelah kamu, sebagai putri raja kamu.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC