#wording
Like bouquets of flowers
Which are all but homogenous
And withering from neglect.
Like a classic & well known speech;
But someone altered it greatly
From structure, wording, & hermeneutics.
Like beaches of glass,
Where time & wave deny
Any smoothing of edges.
Poetry is long-winded,
The stanzas bore
Through ups & downs.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 8:32 AM UTC
And then I heard
her heart
through
the screams
that trickled
down her cheeks
She speaks...
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 8:04 AM UTC
What wonder with
Poetry in Prose,
and
Prose in Poetry,
those two together
made at
once,
what Art is that
whilst those
trespass borders
of what’s cognitive and not,
my true form of wording
and existing
being
as that!
That is a feat,
mingle those two together,
make one fluent into train of events
by the other
and the other make
the former
an extravagance
that should reign
on us!
The most forming way
of expression verbally
and not!
And what experience would that be
if we took under account again
the spaces
and
the “Enter” key
between verses
in a classic poem structure,
to think how that changes
everything and what
respect it demands
in each line
differently!
Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
Haven't wrote in a while my
words stutteringggggg.....
repeating the words
before that
duplicating expressive
alterations.
that sounded different!
A particular vibrant diversity,
worded, formulated..
effectively resonating, echoing
in the same flow that seems different
but cascading within contrasting similarity's..
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC
Snow flakes fall upon
the black mountains.
But never mix,
segregated.
But where oriental blossom
falls, in the next field
fruit pickers labour for
gangs..
Our words define our morality..
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
each fallen letter
scattered the tabletop
sliding their shadows behind
from the darkness into light
A through Z
the alphabet yearns for
their wording placement
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Men being afraid of other men is a joke,
Pretend to have a hard exterior from ****
that they spoke,
You seem to act tougher than the man
you brought with ya' but when he leaves
all those you said will just up and choke,
Men ain't men no more, they just come with a gloat,
For me its not easy to be a black man and
be broke,
Can say it two times , can say it three times,
If I don't get it the first time, its not gon'
work,
Leave my emotions and my feelings and my anguish and my insecurities to put a
troubled man under the dirt,
Manhood comes first,
This is a curse,
Wicked worlds worth,
How many men does it take to lift the earth,
Not intimidated by no man.
/
Sparkles don't last as long than an life expectancy,
Lashing my threats to my enemies,
I am nothing but holy,
I know I could peel the corruption from my skin, my soul,
A morning like this could take me out
of feeling old,
A good solid feeling from the this I've told,
Some days I feel my words are not enough and so,
Reap what you sow,
And so will they also be sold.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
I'm just a man
with a pencil
sharpening it.
For blunt words
never mean much,
but sharpened words
are smooth
on there understanding .
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
A tiny and mere space of nothing in-between,
No smiles or tears to capture in one’s heart,
Lifeless emotion to stare on aimlessly,
Graves are open to fill in, in part.
Blank eyes have souls of no matter,
Tea stains in perfect hollow rings,
Thoughts come and go with furious wind,
Take attention of nothing he sings.
Fingers punching at plastic and horror,
Read on dear people no love of pans,
Lapping on ***** to feel something, anything,
Speed in lines in ***** in acid coloured cans.
Brace yourself Time my ***** master,
I’m running to you now without jittery retention,
Catch my waist as wings give promise in attendance,
Pain gone or exhausted floccinaucinihilipilification.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
To the English-speaking people of earth:
When you speak of new year's, do not mention resolutions.
We need to make up our **** minds about what we want: a beginning, or an end? How can something you just started be resolved already?
I know it's all in the wording, that it's YOUR resolve as a person we're talking about, but I think we're doing ourselves a disservice with this syntax.
I have no resolutions for this new year. My resolutions are gone, done with, vanished, they have already passed into the great and vast "past". You can have my resolutions.
As for me I'll hang onto my goals, my wishes, my aspirations for what this next cycle of days and weeks and months will bring.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
Words belong to everyone
but you could put some together
in the order that you wish
like no one else could
and they become yours
Words belong to everyone
these mystical, magical things
they can be twisted and turned
to the way your tongue talks
and they are your own
Words belong to everyone
but some of them are mine
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC
He creeps near to the foot of my bed
With that smirk
Oh he's come to cocoon me away to his army
Of dented men
With cropped souls
He asked
But never said please
To come with him
Where it's warm
I shook my head
He persuaded me
But never said please
To come with him
Where gems trickle down your face
I said no
He insisted
But never said please
To come with him
Where his home was
I refused
He forced me
But never said please
To come with him
When a comforting light pierced through my eyes
I couldn't see what it was
For it was far too beautiful
It sheered the man away
It was so modest
So against the beauty of living
Of looking, of tasting
It was a stoic;
Passionless
It was like the water
So against the grains of sand
Of dirt, of ink
It was a stoic;
Calm
It was so indifferent
So against the pull of pleasure
Of sin, of feeling
It was a stoic;
Strong
It was like god
It was god
For nothing
Would come close
To freeing the devil off the foot of my bed.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 2:21 PM UTC