"clamant" poems - Hello Poetry

the inherent beauty of the mob is in the fluidity of their anger it is the colors of burning buildings the music of guttural chants the freedom granted by inevitable destruction and the finality of their judgment it is in the perfection of collective enmity and the clamant rectification of flaws perceived so that in the end all that remains is the disarrayed corpse of the mob and the excrement of it’s existence not as a force of humanity but as a mechanism of wanton ferality

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Jun 9, 2011

Jun 9, 2011 at 6:14 PM UTC

rev-tiernan-orourke

The Inherent Beauty of the Mob

the inherent beauty of the mob is in the fluidity of their anger it is the colors of burning buildings the music of guttural chants the freedom granted by inevitable destruction and the finality of their judgment it is in the perfection of collective enmity and the clamant rectification of flaws perceived so that in the end all that remains is the disarrayed corpse of the mob and the excrement of it’s existence not as a force of humanity but as a mechanism of wanton ferality

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Life Life is highly overrated World-peace is now oxymoronic Profanity is the new trend Cost of political ****** eh! Five hundred bucks for a peaceful end Hence, life is overrated Diplomacy and logic fiend the heart The illusion of pragmatism ***** up your right brain part Your love is a black hole Ends at its start You reach your destination Reckon it your win In the process Reality check! You Lost Everything Was it worth it You see, Life is overrated Death Death is trusted The surity is insane It is surreal Only one upshot to the game You look forward to it Ineffectual is disdain You may not be wholly pure In any case Heaven chooses post bane Choice Where’d you rather be Gander at easy escape Following are your choices What will you take One is out of question The other open to debate Either make this your heaven Or for heaven itself wait Stop the ****** clamant The choice is yours to make.

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Jul 27, 2012

Jul 27, 2012 at 3:48 AM UTC

BigDee

Choice

Life Life is highly overrated World-peace is now oxymoronic Profanity is the new trend Cost of political ****** eh! Five hundred bucks for a peaceful end Hence, life is overrated Diplomacy and logic fiend the heart The illusion of pragmatism ***** up your right brain part Your love is a black hole Ends at its start You reach your destination Reckon it your win In the process Reality check! You Lost Everything Was it worth it You see, Life is overrated Death Death is trusted The surity is insane It is surreal Only one upshot to the game You look forward to it Ineffectual is disdain You may not be wholly pure In any case Heaven chooses post bane Choice Where’d you rather be Gander at easy escape Following are your choices What will you take One is out of question The other open to debate Either make this your heaven Or for heaven itself wait Stop the ****** clamant The choice is yours to make.

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Have you ever stared at someone for a long moment that you actually catch yourself being hypnotized by their absolute impeccable beauty? They posses curvy lips with a soft plumpness texture to them. The way their perfect, oval shaped and squared eyes stare at you with a dark brown pupil gazing right into your abyss soul. Everything about them just makes you warm on the inside only to find out you are perspiring a bit. You admire this person's physical beauty extensively, that from this clamant moment you know you have to act up and analyze their way of talking, the movement of their lips and eyes, the sway mobility of their body as they take their every step, and finally they position of their head when they are having a conversation with you. An obsession with this person's body starts taking over you and makes you catch any quirky body gesture that they do not realize on their own. Once you finish examining their eyes and lips you move on to their untarnished oval and slender face. Along with their semi-white teeth when they smile. This individual does not appreciate their own beauty to themselves, but others can see it and be mesmerized by it. Wishing to just bury your lips to theirs in a rather violent manner, wanting to just stare at their eyes in a steady position without them thinking you are odd for doing so, and praying for them to let you caress their soft and light skin with your sinful and promiscuous hands. After all of that, you find yourself un-hypnotized only to find out that you can never ever do these things to this beautiful creature. Not because they are not compatible with you. Not because their personality isn't wondrous. But because they are distant. Knowing you have to see and interact with this person four days out of the week, you find yourself staring at this person from a long distance when they are not looking. And peek a crocket smile as you look down at the floor when they turn around. Too distant from you and too oblivious to notice that you've turn all of their flaws into an absolute immaculate piece of art that should be hanged on a hallow pure wall while it is worshipped by many. For this reason I shall wake up from my false dream and walk out of the door with all of my feelings, desires, and hopes thrown into a bin called the American dream.

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Apr 8, 2015

Apr 8, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC

sammy-estrada

"False Perfection"

Have you ever stared at someone for a long moment that you actually catch yourself being hypnotized by their absolute impeccable beauty? They posses curvy lips with a soft plumpness texture to them. The way their perfect, oval shaped and squared eyes stare at you with a dark brown pupil gazing right into your abyss soul. Everything about them just makes you warm on the inside only to find out you are perspiring a bit. You admire this person's physical beauty extensively, that from this clamant moment you know you have to act up and analyze their way of talking, the movement of their lips and eyes, the sway mobility of their body as they take their every step, and finally they position of their head when they are having a conversation with you. An obsession with this person's body starts taking over you and makes you catch any quirky body gesture that they do not realize on their own. Once you finish examining their eyes and lips you move on to their untarnished oval and slender face. Along with their semi-white teeth when they smile. This individual does not appreciate their own beauty to themselves, but others can see it and be mesmerized by it. Wishing to just bury your lips to theirs in a rather violent manner, wanting to just stare at their eyes in a steady position without them thinking you are odd for doing so, and praying for them to let you caress their soft and light skin with your sinful and promiscuous hands. After all of that, you find yourself un-hypnotized only to find out that you can never ever do these things to this beautiful creature. Not because they are not compatible with you. Not because their personality isn't wondrous. But because they are distant. Knowing you have to see and interact with this person four days out of the week, you find yourself staring at this person from a long distance when they are not looking. And peek a crocket smile as you look down at the floor when they turn around. Too distant from you and too oblivious to notice that you've turn all of their flaws into an absolute immaculate piece of art that should be hanged on a hallow pure wall while it is worshipped by many. For this reason I shall wake up from my false dream and walk out of the door with all of my feelings, desires, and hopes thrown into a bin called the American dream.

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