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"adverbial" poems
Here he comes The elliptical young guy Shaky Anchored in his Interrogation wood An interjection hanging chest Pieces of the night between backquotes Certainly He lived glory days adverbial Between clouds of exclamation Today, he lies circumflex in itself Barefoot. With faltering feet About oval ellipsis.
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Sep 27, 2013
Sep 27, 2013 at 7:27 PM UTC
Morphology of a Common Man
~~~ reaching hard for words ~~~ enter tip toeing, the loudest noises off, save for a silent, seriously-forming smile, re-designing your face, while in the orbit of early morn, mapping your return to the planetary bed all the while, observing her while closeted, comforted and cloaked, upon their/his landing zone bed, honing your return re-entry voyage home the blonde in her traditional, sleep arms slung in wilding, disarrayed repose, and her breathing stride, regularized and still, yet so humanly unpredictable wild ride and your are surprised by surprising yourself, once again, that you're in this position, when an unforced, yet an enforceable, warm hearted girl-glad, chest centric? envelops and coddles and yet shocking you, that this never-expected-gift is capable of being felt at in over up outside inside below across beneath above and the all encompositional prepositional, throughout forms of its own accord, not asking permission, to exist within your body that not so long ago, forgot where it kept the how-to manual and you, obligatory poet, noblesse oblige, try reaching hard for, top shelf, newly combinated, adjectival adverbial nouns and verb words to encapsulate this shocking development but finding none, save for the the silent, seriously-forming smile, busy re-designing your face, quiet like, it, thunder claps slaps in your mind enough! *your smile is this time self-speaking sufficient and there is no need to reach for words* ~~~ 9:03am The Sabbath 1-15-16 nyc
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
reaching hard for words
~~~ reaching hard for words ~~~ enter tip toeing, the loudest noises off, save for a silent, seriously-forming smile, re-designing your face, while in the orbit of early morn, mapping your return to the planetary bed all the while, observing her while closeted, comforted and cloaked, upon their/his landing zone bed, honing your return re-entry voyage home the blonde in her traditional, sleep arms slung in wilding, disarrayed repose, and her breathing stride, regularized and still, yet so humanly unpredictable wild ride and your are surprised by surprising yourself, once again, that you're in this position, when an unforced, yet an enforceable, warm hearted girl-glad, chest centric? envelops and coddles and yet shocking you, that this never-expected-gift is capable of being felt at in over up outside inside below across beneath above and the all encompositional prepositional, throughout forms of its own accord, not asking permission, to exist within your body that not so long ago, forgot where it kept the how-to manual and you, obligatory poet, noblesse oblige, try reaching hard for, top shelf, newly combinated, adjectival adverbial nouns and verb words to encapsulate this shocking development but finding none, save for the the silent, seriously-forming smile, busy re-designing your face, quiet like, it, thunder claps slaps in your mind enough! *your smile is this time self-speaking sufficient and there is no need to reach for words* ~~~ 9:03am The Sabbath 1-15-16 nyc
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hello again odd-book, been a minute since breathless words have fallen here. since this hand struck words from self-interred meter. and longer still since pen- aided conception has glown through adverbial muck. and again odd-book, with pages of many facet, resentment is not found when returning to the Universal. repentance with slurred words – with qualming hands – never again to feel necessitation when returning home. when returning with seriousless vanity to witness some re- flection of age since past. and here odd-book, has been created metic- ulous noise. here has been beauty expressed, alongside glory’s antithesis. here be- came an ‘I’ that is new, that is ruined and interregna, that’s in whole encephalic. and here again, odd-book, “i am dandelion, i am magnolia, i am albatross."
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
re: thought-book
Under the lustre  Moon gazes are barbed, do I really know you now? At times your trumpet plays for the days forlorn. Yet  your ruinous music is  confusingly staccato, others piodiums always knew more, my confession nonetheless the adverbial cow will land   somewhere close I  hope to feel your clasp chancre
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
Heart and Moon
Hmm, perhaps titled, aye poem already didst aired though revisiting said theme downplayed as thoughts blare though similar con tent invariably communicated sans, trademark pi Seine fishtail career as applies to other questions, this chap asks himself, an immense task I dare unleash unbounded kickstarting euphoria within psychic calm'n weal with a healthy dose of logorrhea scowl unintentionally reader mine re: noun verbosity doth ensnare though oft times obfuscation veils merely a black hole sun (son) prominence asthma faux eminence gris long ago didst flare aware if chance encounter in a dark alley coal less sing burning eyes fiercely glare yet, an explanation would be proffered to hear this penchant spurring confabulation explaining (feebly) zest yours truly experiences expatiating honest to dog ness figuratively go win west word ** seeking me own mother lode acquired, via verse a tile materiel undergoing electric kool aid acid test incorporating rigorous (mortise and tenon constructed) adverbial quest which wondrous, whirled, and webbed woven semi colon aided nest reinforced with double entendre tongue in cheek jest, whereby multiple interpretations (ala mode literary splotchy Rorschach test) tenants in common beau geste ma own home spun faux cambridge analytica gimcrackery defaced book best bite, with absolute zero data snatched aye evasively attest!
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
Why I Write With Confused Adumbrations
pleasant is this adverbial, complimentary-angled accusation, but a ball masque covering the huge desert ****** stretches where water and words are one hundred days and miles apart, with no filling station on the navigation app the relentless sounding silences reverberate angrily between the cochleae, spiral staircases to no impulse power space, the impulse to create needy for a clean sparking, **** if life doesn’t get in the way, the responsibility tonnage, the never altered ‘to do’ list that knows only additions and sedition have come to believe that poetry energy, cannot be created and destroyed, so pray the unwritten poem souls are conserved further, awaiting a rainbow Noah signal, that the *** of poems are poet-that a-way, in attendance for me, in attendance for a parental permission slip from me, my father, my sons, and the ghost that has never left but promises, one day he will, absconding with all the drafts concealed 4/3/19
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Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
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