"castigating" poems - Hello Poetry

Intrusive thoughts Enamoring fiend Amidst an enchanting euphoric rapture my apotheosis complex washes away like knives to my throat in a deluge of familiar burning healing How I crave to abdicate Self Oh unrelinquishing, (r) e lusive Soul; (c) Abandoning me to languish In this castigating material existence Slowly feeling My faith wavering Withering to the point of nihility Layer by layer Shed my illusions Shatter my Ego So maybe I'll realize Real enlightenment Because I stopped caring for humanity ages ago. If misery loves company How can even I feel lonely Alone to my thoughts In a crowd of my peers? Just keep up appearances ;) You all look so oblivious with boxes over your heads... Obscurely I yearn to be lucid But instead am welcomed by livid disdain I just want to watch the world burn An inferno; more ****** to churn for my every advance she spurned don't object my grotesque romance or squander it in a moment of happenstance; rather, project a mental image by perchance Of me pursuing an remembrance of the past, in the present; instead of looking forward to the pen I wield in hand; Dubiously proclaimed mightier than the sword

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Oct 7, 2013

Oct 7, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC

duderocketship

Obscure & Lucid

Intrusive thoughts Enamoring fiend Amidst an enchanting euphoric rapture my apotheosis complex washes away like knives to my throat in a deluge of familiar burning healing How I crave to abdicate Self Oh unrelinquishing, (r) e lusive Soul; (c) Abandoning me to languish In this castigating material existence Slowly feeling My faith wavering Withering to the point of nihility Layer by layer Shed my illusions Shatter my Ego So maybe I'll realize Real enlightenment Because I stopped caring for humanity ages ago. If misery loves company How can even I feel lonely Alone to my thoughts In a crowd of my peers? Just keep up appearances ;) You all look so oblivious with boxes over your heads... Obscurely I yearn to be lucid But instead am welcomed by livid disdain I just want to watch the world burn An inferno; more ****** to churn for my every advance she spurned don't object my grotesque romance or squander it in a moment of happenstance; rather, project a mental image by perchance Of me pursuing an remembrance of the past, in the present; instead of looking forward to the pen I wield in hand; Dubiously proclaimed mightier than the sword

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This poem is going to be a lie He tells himself Writhing in tantalizing filaments The bright asphyxiation drawing him closer and closer To this An ideal Of the perfect truth Told out in unwritten song Painfully typed words A clever shower of meteors Belittling the dangerous craters on the surface The danger of tripping and dying Not withstanding what we know to be A falicy My multilingual interpretation of her feelings Old testimonies heard in the court Of the already guilty This poem is a complete distortion of facts My trivial response to empowered individuals Standing on my Adam's Apple And beating on my lungs like drums Rhythm meaning honor And the attention of the onlookers meaning The inviting glow Of the fireplace. She sat down next to That night That town That unfamiliar castigating of a child not belonging to You Or her Or the abyss "Unbelonging" "Inbelonging" Not. Yours. The wordsmith falters Checking his math Calculation, equation, kiss on the cheek For luck for death For the noose to slip, lovingly And gently to the ground as the trap door swings open A great, open toothed smile Laughing at silence BARBARIC to interrupt such delicacy Straining to look into my eyes She whispers low I want to find a home... And i tell her, with my heaviest conviction "No home is." Which could mean anything. This poem is a verisimilitude A lie about a truth Which, again... Could mean anything...

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Jan 9, 2012

Jan 9, 2012 at 12:33 PM UTC

deswer

Verisimilitude

This poem is going to be a lie He tells himself Writhing in tantalizing filaments The bright asphyxiation drawing him closer and closer To this An ideal Of the perfect truth Told out in unwritten song Painfully typed words A clever shower of meteors Belittling the dangerous craters on the surface The danger of tripping and dying Not withstanding what we know to be A falicy My multilingual interpretation of her feelings Old testimonies heard in the court Of the already guilty This poem is a complete distortion of facts My trivial response to empowered individuals Standing on my Adam's Apple And beating on my lungs like drums Rhythm meaning honor And the attention of the onlookers meaning The inviting glow Of the fireplace. She sat down next to That night That town That unfamiliar castigating of a child not belonging to You Or her Or the abyss "Unbelonging" "Inbelonging" Not. Yours. The wordsmith falters Checking his math Calculation, equation, kiss on the cheek For luck for death For the noose to slip, lovingly And gently to the ground as the trap door swings open A great, open toothed smile Laughing at silence BARBARIC to interrupt such delicacy Straining to look into my eyes She whispers low I want to find a home... And i tell her, with my heaviest conviction "No home is." Which could mean anything. This poem is a verisimilitude A lie about a truth Which, again... Could mean anything...

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As the clouds clear away, the grass takes a drink of the new found water the air smells of crisp oxygen and the land brightens its glow the pond ripples as droplets from this dead tree fall down into the water, ever so slightly breaking the surface I sit here, in the dead sturdy branches of this tree; overlooking the entire landscape that is before me letting out a long held breath, I let my imagination wonder as I vacantly watch the little droplets plummet into the pond I find myself wondering what it would be like being that delicate drop of rain castigating down to the vast world of water, finally becoming part of something bigger, disappearing forever, fading away into everything around me With a sigh I let my thoughts wonder elsewhere, unsure of what my imagination can dream up next, but I let it run free and wait with anticipation. . . after what seems like ages I realize that the clouds are back the dark, menacing clouds thunder rumbles so hard I can feel it inside my chest, shaking me to my core I should leave. . . But I don’t I always seem to stick around for the bad stuff, before I can get my train of thought back, it starts hitting me like small daggers the cold little droplets pierce my skin and sting as if they were fire It falls harder, gradually picking up speed eventually the lightning starts, now I regret staying but alas I still stay I watch as bright instantaneous flashes of light crash to the ground, forcing entry into the earth’s surface, damaging the lovely landscape one strike at a time. eventually the storm beings to calm, as do my thoughts when the storm is long gone I find myself watching the little droplets plunge into the pond again everything is has returned to being peaceful with every droplet that falls, so does my anxiety and my perception of time

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Jun 9, 2013

Jun 9, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC

wordsofloved-1

Timeless Thoughts and Wishes

As the clouds clear away, the grass takes a drink of the new found water the air smells of crisp oxygen and the land brightens its glow the pond ripples as droplets from this dead tree fall down into the water, ever so slightly breaking the surface I sit here, in the dead sturdy branches of this tree; overlooking the entire landscape that is before me letting out a long held breath, I let my imagination wonder as I vacantly watch the little droplets plummet into the pond I find myself wondering what it would be like being that delicate drop of rain castigating down to the vast world of water, finally becoming part of something bigger, disappearing forever, fading away into everything around me With a sigh I let my thoughts wonder elsewhere, unsure of what my imagination can dream up next, but I let it run free and wait with anticipation. . . after what seems like ages I realize that the clouds are back the dark, menacing clouds thunder rumbles so hard I can feel it inside my chest, shaking me to my core I should leave. . . But I don’t I always seem to stick around for the bad stuff, before I can get my train of thought back, it starts hitting me like small daggers the cold little droplets pierce my skin and sting as if they were fire It falls harder, gradually picking up speed eventually the lightning starts, now I regret staying but alas I still stay I watch as bright instantaneous flashes of light crash to the ground, forcing entry into the earth’s surface, damaging the lovely landscape one strike at a time. eventually the storm beings to calm, as do my thoughts when the storm is long gone I find myself watching the little droplets plunge into the pond again everything is has returned to being peaceful with every droplet that falls, so does my anxiety and my perception of time

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Fall to be Life, a sea To freely see So calling me Feeling leaves Crunching frees When, but tithing The freest breeze Is but every, Astounding thing Maybe a remedy Cradling dreams glowing streams Foggy sheens Making these Diamond seams Echoes seem Frailer things Which beauty brings Castigating, floating beings Though without, The warmth they bring Though within, Melodies teem, with no strings Welcoming. I was glad Just to have seen

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Sep 16, 2014

Sep 16, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC

jopo

my soliloquy

Fall to be Life, a sea To freely see So calling me Feeling leaves Crunching frees When, but tithing The freest breeze Is but every, Astounding thing Maybe a remedy Cradling dreams glowing streams Foggy sheens Making these Diamond seams Echoes seem Frailer things Which beauty brings Castigating, floating beings Though without, The warmth they bring Though within, Melodies teem, with no strings Welcoming. I was glad Just to have seen

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Stranger behind this digital veil, I am assuming this is another one of Cupid’s play Tell me, is this just another summer fling Or do I anticipate it to be a real thing? Will you detest my individuality? And try castigating my intellect? Or, Would you be my Prince Charming, the ones only found in books? Would I hear guitar strings strum, As love crawls in to find its way, Even then, Would it, be love? Could we possibly Make up to the distance? The warmth, the fireworks of each other’s presence Amidst the epidemic that has interfered Would we Rave endlessly? Talking all night, Choosing each other Over Morpheus’s arms. Obsessing over little that are suddenly cute Would we look deranged, with a constant smile? Hushed voices, muffled giggles, Lost, chuckling into our phones. The very type I’ve always made fun of. Would it be a Disney movie? Say, a tad more magical? Could I really judge you, with a mere photo? It could be the a summer drizzle Or go down the drain. Farce and adherence Have been my metier Assuring amazement To be mundane. Dear new immigrant, Enrolling for my heart, Hoping you’re the yin, To my yang.

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Aug 26, 2020

Aug 26, 2020 at 9:41 AM UTC

Notyourdhimsukatta

Love online

Stranger behind this digital veil, I am assuming this is another one of Cupid’s play Tell me, is this just another summer fling Or do I anticipate it to be a real thing? Will you detest my individuality? And try castigating my intellect? Or, Would you be my Prince Charming, the ones only found in books? Would I hear guitar strings strum, As love crawls in to find its way, Even then, Would it, be love? Could we possibly Make up to the distance? The warmth, the fireworks of each other’s presence Amidst the epidemic that has interfered Would we Rave endlessly? Talking all night, Choosing each other Over Morpheus’s arms. Obsessing over little that are suddenly cute Would we look deranged, with a constant smile? Hushed voices, muffled giggles, Lost, chuckling into our phones. The very type I’ve always made fun of. Would it be a Disney movie? Say, a tad more magical? Could I really judge you, with a mere photo? It could be the a summer drizzle Or go down the drain. Farce and adherence Have been my metier Assuring amazement To be mundane. Dear new immigrant, Enrolling for my heart, Hoping you’re the yin, To my yang.

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Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse to staunch impending grim demise, since forefathers drafted United States Constitution ratified more'n two centuries ago hoi polloi must take to the streets denouncing severe curtailment impinging sacred freedom of speech linkedin with paramount bedrock provision accessing unvarnished flint ****** "truth," nonetheless commander in chief he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously... excoriates, lacerates, repudiates... one damning hermetically sealed, iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed flagrant misuse of power, (not to mention nepotism) invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible... significant melange in führer re: hating deplorably crooked basely barren factual exposé after another, deft correspondents all not quiet along western front (I heard Maria - mull remark) bring "to light" execrable, lamentable reprehensible... gross transgressions commander in chief significantly overstepped Pulitzer prize winning prestigious storied publications scathingly trounced, pillaried, lambasted, insulted, denounced, butchered, critiqued, demonized, fricassed, gored, humiliated,... pummeled, quartered, reviled courageously expounding fiend ensconced within his Taj Mahal impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets laurels asper, nonpareil administration laying groundless accusations baring his white fangs, twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme renown gifted by "honest Abe" recalcitrant commander in chief, who refutes objectionable dogged investigative journalism every step of the way, where dedicated news gatherers risk life and limb firing line reportage troopers ferreting (foxlike) ***** doth gopher precious nuggets uncover alarming undisputable details impossible to refute raw bits agent provocateur freely colluding immediately hashtashed poppycock smarmy, snooty, snappy beastly capital one ogre blatantly castigating diligent endeavors oblivious pie in sky delusional egotistic haughtiness bobblehead vilified by silent majority.

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Jun 3, 2019

Jun 3, 2019 at 9:29 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

First Amendment In Jeopardy

Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse to staunch impending grim demise, since forefathers drafted United States Constitution ratified more'n two centuries ago hoi polloi must take to the streets denouncing severe curtailment impinging sacred freedom of speech linkedin with paramount bedrock provision accessing unvarnished flint ****** "truth," nonetheless commander in chief he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously... excoriates, lacerates, repudiates... one damning hermetically sealed, iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed flagrant misuse of power, (not to mention nepotism) invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible... significant melange in führer re: hating deplorably crooked basely barren factual exposé after another, deft correspondents all not quiet along western front (I heard Maria - mull remark) bring "to light" execrable, lamentable reprehensible... gross transgressions commander in chief significantly overstepped Pulitzer prize winning prestigious storied publications scathingly trounced, pillaried, lambasted, insulted, denounced, butchered, critiqued, demonized, fricassed, gored, humiliated,... pummeled, quartered, reviled courageously expounding fiend ensconced within his Taj Mahal impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets laurels asper, nonpareil administration laying groundless accusations baring his white fangs, twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme renown gifted by "honest Abe" recalcitrant commander in chief, who refutes objectionable dogged investigative journalism every step of the way, where dedicated news gatherers risk life and limb firing line reportage troopers ferreting (foxlike) ***** doth gopher precious nuggets uncover alarming undisputable details impossible to refute raw bits agent provocateur freely colluding immediately hashtashed poppycock smarmy, snooty, snappy beastly capital one ogre blatantly castigating diligent endeavors oblivious pie in sky delusional egotistic haughtiness bobblehead vilified by silent majority.

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