"absenteeism" poems - Hello Poetry

abolitionism absenteeism absolutism abstractionism absurdism academicism academism achromatism acrotism actinism activism adoptianism adoptionism adventurism aeroembolism aestheticism ageism agism agnosticism agrarianism alarmism albinism alcoholism aldosteronism algorism alienism allelism allelomorphism allomorphism alpinism altruism amateurism amoralism anabaptism anabolism anachronism analphabetism anarchism anecdotalism aneurism anglicism animalism animism anisotropism antagonism anthropocentrism anthropomorphism anthropopathism antialcoholism antiauthoritarianism antiblackism anticapitalism anticlericalism anticolonialism anticommercialism anticommunism antielitism antievolutionism antifascism antifeminism antiferromagnetism antihumanism antiliberalism antimaterialism antimilitarism antinepotism antinomianism antiquarianism antiracism antiradicalism antirationalism antirealism antireductionism antiritualism antiromanticism antiterrorism aphorism apocalypticism apocalyptism archaism asceticism assimilationism associationism asterism astigmatism asynchronism atavism atheism athleticism atomism atonalism atropism atticism autecism authoritarianism autism autoecism autoeroticism autoerotism automatism automorphism baalism baptism barbarianism barbarism behaviorism biblicism bibliophilism bicameralism biculturalism bidialectalism bilateralism bilingualism bimetallism biologism bioregionalism bipartisanism bipedalism biracialism blackguardism bogyism bohemianism bolshevism boosterism bossism botulism bourbonism boyarism bromism brutism bruxism bureaucratism cabalism caciquism cambism cannibalism capitalism careerism casteism catabolism catastrophism catechism cavalierism centralism centrism ceremonialism charism charlatanism chauvinism chemism chemotropism chimaerism chimerism chrism chromaticism cicisbeism cinchonism civicism civism classicism classism clericalism clonism cockneyism collaborationism collectivism colloquialism colonialism colorism commensalism commercialism communalism communism communitarianism conceptualism concretism confessionalism conformism congregationalism connubialism conservatism constitutionalism constructivism consumerism controversialism conventionalism corporatism corporativism cosmism cosmopolitanism cosmopolitism countercriticism counterculturalism counterterrorism creationism credentialism cretinism criticism cronyism cryptorchidism cryptorchism cubism cultism cynicism czarism dadaism dandyism defeatism deism demonism denominationalism despotism determinism deviationism diabolism diamagnetism

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May 12, 2017

May 12, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

"ism"

abolitionism absenteeism absolutism abstractionism absurdism academicism academism achromatism acrotism actinism activism adoptianism adoptionism adventurism aeroembolism aestheticism ageism agism agnosticism agrarianism alarmism albinism alcoholism aldosteronism algorism alienism allelism allelomorphism allomorphism alpinism altruism amateurism amoralism anabaptism anabolism anachronism analphabetism anarchism anecdotalism aneurism anglicism animalism animism anisotropism antagonism anthropocentrism anthropomorphism anthropopathism antialcoholism antiauthoritarianism antiblackism anticapitalism anticlericalism anticolonialism anticommercialism anticommunism antielitism antievolutionism antifascism antifeminism antiferromagnetism antihumanism antiliberalism antimaterialism antimilitarism antinepotism antinomianism antiquarianism antiracism antiradicalism antirationalism antirealism antireductionism antiritualism antiromanticism antiterrorism aphorism apocalypticism apocalyptism archaism asceticism assimilationism associationism asterism astigmatism asynchronism atavism atheism athleticism atomism atonalism atropism atticism autecism authoritarianism autism autoecism autoeroticism autoerotism automatism automorphism baalism baptism barbarianism barbarism behaviorism biblicism bibliophilism bicameralism biculturalism bidialectalism bilateralism bilingualism bimetallism biologism bioregionalism bipartisanism bipedalism biracialism blackguardism bogyism bohemianism bolshevism boosterism bossism botulism bourbonism boyarism bromism brutism bruxism bureaucratism cabalism caciquism cambism cannibalism capitalism careerism casteism catabolism catastrophism catechism cavalierism centralism centrism ceremonialism charism charlatanism chauvinism chemism chemotropism chimaerism chimerism chrism chromaticism cicisbeism cinchonism civicism civism classicism classism clericalism clonism cockneyism collaborationism collectivism colloquialism colonialism colorism commensalism commercialism communalism communism communitarianism conceptualism concretism confessionalism conformism congregationalism connubialism conservatism constitutionalism constructivism consumerism controversialism conventionalism corporatism corporativism cosmism cosmopolitanism cosmopolitism countercriticism counterculturalism counterterrorism creationism credentialism cretinism criticism cronyism cryptorchidism cryptorchism cubism cultism cynicism czarism dadaism dandyism defeatism deism demonism denominationalism despotism determinism deviationism diabolism diamagnetism

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Assembling a bouquet of flowers on my path toward home, an assortment of Hyacinth and Daffodil, Fern and Cherry Blossom and some other flowery **** that I managed to conjure; drunk, levee en masse du la fleur. I felt pity in the bottom of my stomach as I strode concrete turbulence across the road and toward the McDonalds. If I were a chicken it would have been no wonder why I had crossed the road but since I was a human being my reasons, experiences, hair colour, blood alcohol content and steel-stomach absenteeism furled into a tightly wound knot-of-motif. I stood and stared waiting to gain momentum. Peering at the swaying, sobbing mob waiting impatiently brazenly and vacantly for their shot at luke-warm burger patty adorned with onion that looks like little baby teeth and cheese so processed it will never melt, I realized that we both stood in ecstasy. And I stood, swaying in the breeze as all good drunkards do, blankly and inquisitively; I began to wonder what it was that I was witnessing. Did I want to participate in mindless habitué? spend my money on **** food that could hardly be considered as such? Stand in line, jaw hanging loose like a gorilla that had voluntarily dislocated his mandible so that he didn’t have to chew? wait for my shot at glory? This is glory: the bars had all closed, and now there was no haven for the drunk ****** to congregate better than the local gut-fill station. I took one final look at my squandered comrades, brains scrambled, disgusting. I hate you ******* ******* it I hate you all.

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Mar 28, 2013

Mar 28, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC

vladimir-republika

Levee en masse de Fleur

Assembling a bouquet of flowers on my path toward home, an assortment of Hyacinth and Daffodil, Fern and Cherry Blossom and some other flowery **** that I managed to conjure; drunk, levee en masse du la fleur. I felt pity in the bottom of my stomach as I strode concrete turbulence across the road and toward the McDonalds. If I were a chicken it would have been no wonder why I had crossed the road but since I was a human being my reasons, experiences, hair colour, blood alcohol content and steel-stomach absenteeism furled into a tightly wound knot-of-motif. I stood and stared waiting to gain momentum. Peering at the swaying, sobbing mob waiting impatiently brazenly and vacantly for their shot at luke-warm burger patty adorned with onion that looks like little baby teeth and cheese so processed it will never melt, I realized that we both stood in ecstasy. And I stood, swaying in the breeze as all good drunkards do, blankly and inquisitively; I began to wonder what it was that I was witnessing. Did I want to participate in mindless habitué? spend my money on **** food that could hardly be considered as such? Stand in line, jaw hanging loose like a gorilla that had voluntarily dislocated his mandible so that he didn’t have to chew? wait for my shot at glory? This is glory: the bars had all closed, and now there was no haven for the drunk ****** to congregate better than the local gut-fill station. I took one final look at my squandered comrades, brains scrambled, disgusting. I hate you ******* ******* it I hate you all.

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Perpetual desolation was my wondering, I had succumb to the envalabilties of solitudes abandoned breath,. And it was a bleak environment of reflection. But in that moment of my absenteeism a beacon shone first it was but a shade in obscurity, then weaving into the eclipse of the soul I awoke to its beauty. She shone in my eyes, yet I was not blinded but awoken from my seclusion. And where I was forlorn, now I was for the first time seeing the beauty of her.

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Jan 10, 2017

Jan 10, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC

poetic-t

When My Isolation Was Abandoned

Perpetual desolation was my wondering, I had succumb to the envalabilties of solitudes abandoned breath,. And it was a bleak environment of reflection. But in that moment of my absenteeism a beacon shone first it was but a shade in obscurity, then weaving into the eclipse of the soul I awoke to its beauty. She shone in my eyes, yet I was not blinded but awoken from my seclusion. And where I was forlorn, now I was for the first time seeing the beauty of her.

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though our wind no longer swayed in the same direction though our sun doesn't rise at the same time and though our ocean doesn't bear the same wave my dear, I've always prayed from the inmost part of my soul that your path will always be filled with joy and happiness and that everything around you will also radiate warmth so that the dark lacuna and the brisk part of this world won't make you feel left alone so that neither solitude nor my absenteeism will cast you away to the brink of inconsistency and self-loathing until then . . .

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Dec 15, 2020

Dec 15, 2020 at 10:11 AM UTC

eye-vivre

jusque là

though our wind no longer swayed in the same direction though our sun doesn't rise at the same time and though our ocean doesn't bear the same wave my dear, I've always prayed from the inmost part of my soul that your path will always be filled with joy and happiness and that everything around you will also radiate warmth so that the dark lacuna and the brisk part of this world won't make you feel left alone so that neither solitude nor my absenteeism will cast you away to the brink of inconsistency and self-loathing until then . . .

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To the lady who made my tears light I vow you a life. I let this new morning in your world be genial as you shine in his soul as delighted to embrace a new relation for life. Even in my absenteeism, my soul pounds for you as I am celebrating my sweetheart's wedlock in my heart. ©_shade_of_a_lonely_girl

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Mar 24, 2019

Mar 24, 2019 at 4:55 AM UTC

shade_of_a_lonely_girl

Happy Married Life Girl!!

To the lady who made my tears light I vow you a life. I let this new morning in your world be genial as you shine in his soul as delighted to embrace a new relation for life. Even in my absenteeism, my soul pounds for you as I am celebrating my sweetheart's wedlock in my heart. ©_shade_of_a_lonely_girl

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Bolted junkyard and the absenteeism flits me winding up.. Counting the preumbra of Columba livia on those marmalade hue of maudlin chillness.. As it commixes up onto wafting airborne: drifting over the scattered cumulonimbus. Far flocking flappers . 80° collateral to peeking atomic number 10. Oh crystalline form of pure carbon.. All mighty massif . All parallel to 180°. 99 sometimes . 69 and 36 degree. minus the 13, it sways... the oscillating stripes. And the vivid blazing heap of splitting cotton-balls .. metamorphosing into some voodoo like Magical. magnetic. amethyst horizon Devouring the fading dodger wide blue . Then restoration again. The alter coequal to dreary cawing And these paranoiac utterance... The phantasm. The illusion.. and eye.. skidding off-track the reality. Detaining every grasp of it.

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Jun 11, 2017

Jun 11, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC

vikshipta

| Coiled |

Bolted junkyard and the absenteeism flits me winding up.. Counting the preumbra of Columba livia on those marmalade hue of maudlin chillness.. As it commixes up onto wafting airborne: drifting over the scattered cumulonimbus. Far flocking flappers . 80° collateral to peeking atomic number 10. Oh crystalline form of pure carbon.. All mighty massif . All parallel to 180°. 99 sometimes . 69 and 36 degree. minus the 13, it sways... the oscillating stripes. And the vivid blazing heap of splitting cotton-balls .. metamorphosing into some voodoo like Magical. magnetic. amethyst horizon Devouring the fading dodger wide blue . Then restoration again. The alter coequal to dreary cawing And these paranoiac utterance... The phantasm. The illusion.. and eye.. skidding off-track the reality. Detaining every grasp of it.

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I found myself in a circle of chips fighting the circus of life if only the old oak could shed some light I guess his bark was bigger than his bite.

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Mar 27, 2023

Mar 27, 2023 at 4:14 PM UTC

DMC

Absenteeism.

I found myself in a circle of chips fighting the circus of life if only the old oak could shed some light I guess his bark was bigger than his bite.

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raincloud absenteeism the scorched earth tendrils heat mirages of Arabian oasis melt two tiny quail chicks seemingly spontaneously combust skink tongue stretches to the horizon flowing outward along the contour rising and falling fading only to reappear figment transforms as silver edges harden speeding Plymouth breaks the spell seeing a chrome ****** float off to the east my plight becomes tangible red arm stretches out awaiting the next passing chance

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Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 11:03 AM UTC

s-lyman-temple

lost in a desert daydream

raincloud absenteeism the scorched earth tendrils heat mirages of Arabian oasis melt two tiny quail chicks seemingly spontaneously combust skink tongue stretches to the horizon flowing outward along the contour rising and falling fading only to reappear figment transforms as silver edges harden speeding Plymouth breaks the spell seeing a chrome ****** float off to the east my plight becomes tangible red arm stretches out awaiting the next passing chance

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~ I see his face in the smoke though he has only gone fourteen days I feel the weight of absenteeism It is only proper for a twenty year old man to leave the nest strike out on his own and find his way in the world it is only normal for me to suffer this loss for I not only have lost a son but a friend but loss to too harsh four hours travel time is not eternity it is distance and that space holds weight this is a positive story of evolution and growth natural order and regular happenings I can’t help feeling sad I might be wanted and loved but I am no longer needed /

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Nov 22, 2016

Nov 22, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC

s-lyman-temple

The Boy Moves On

~ I see his face in the smoke though he has only gone fourteen days I feel the weight of absenteeism It is only proper for a twenty year old man to leave the nest strike out on his own and find his way in the world it is only normal for me to suffer this loss for I not only have lost a son but a friend but loss to too harsh four hours travel time is not eternity it is distance and that space holds weight this is a positive story of evolution and growth natural order and regular happenings I can’t help feeling sad I might be wanted and loved but I am no longer needed /

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my name is absenteeism my name is relinquished my life is a tunnel into everyone's hearts i am thought

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Feb 28, 2015

Feb 28, 2015 at 4:54 PM UTC

mike-1

only nothing can support my structure

my name is absenteeism my name is relinquished my life is a tunnel into everyone's hearts i am thought

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