"disinclination" poems - Hello Poetry

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow under a bush, a bird, a bluebird, three herons, a dead hawk rotting on a pole— Clear yellow! It is a piece of blue paper in the grass or a threecluster of green walnuts swaying, children playing croquet or one boy fishing, a man swinging his pink fists as he walks— It is ladysthumb, forget-me-nots in the ditch, moss under the ****** of the carrail, the wavy lines in split rock, a great oaktree— It is a disinclination to be five red petals or a rose, it is a cluster of birdsbreast flowers on a red stem six feet high, four open yellow petals above sepals curled backward into reverse spikes— Tufts of purple grass spot the green meadow and clouds the sky.

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William Carlos Williams

Primrose

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow under a bush, a bird, a bluebird, three herons, a dead hawk rotting on a pole— Clear yellow! It is a piece of blue paper in the grass or a threecluster of green walnuts swaying, children playing croquet or one boy fishing, a man swinging his pink fists as he walks— It is ladysthumb, forget-me-nots in the ditch, moss under the ****** of the carrail, the wavy lines in split rock, a great oaktree— It is a disinclination to be five red petals or a rose, it is a cluster of birdsbreast flowers on a red stem six feet high, four open yellow petals above sepals curled backward into reverse spikes— Tufts of purple grass spot the green meadow and clouds the sky.

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Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow under a bush, a bird, a bluebird, three herons, a dead hawk rotting on a pole— Clear yellow! It is a piece of blue paper in the grass or a threecluster of green walnuts swaying, children playing croquet or one boy fishing, a man swinging his pink fists as he walks— It is ladysthumb, forget-me-nots in the ditch, moss under the ****** of the carrail, the wavy lines in split rock, a great oaktree— It is a disinclination to be five red petals or a rose, it is a cluster of birdsbreast flowers on a red stem six feet high, four open yellow petals above sepals curled backward into reverse spikes— Tufts of purple grass spot the green meadow and clouds the sky.

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William Carlos Williams

Primrose

Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow! It is not a color. It is summer! It is the wind on a willow, the lap of waves, the shadow under a bush, a bird, a bluebird, three herons, a dead hawk rotting on a pole— Clear yellow! It is a piece of blue paper in the grass or a threecluster of green walnuts swaying, children playing croquet or one boy fishing, a man swinging his pink fists as he walks— It is ladysthumb, forget-me-nots in the ditch, moss under the ****** of the carrail, the wavy lines in split rock, a great oaktree— It is a disinclination to be five red petals or a rose, it is a cluster of birdsbreast flowers on a red stem six feet high, four open yellow petals above sepals curled backward into reverse spikes— Tufts of purple grass spot the green meadow and clouds the sky.

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...Short partings do best, though: time wears out affections, The absent love fades, a new one takes its place. With Menelaus away, Helen's disinclination for sleeping Alone led her into her guest's Warm bed at night. Were you crazy, Menelaus? Why go off leaving your wife With a stranger in the house? Do you trust doves to falcons, Full sheepfolds to mountain wolves? Here Helen's not at fault, the adulterer's blameless - He did no more than you, or any man else, Would do yourself. By providing place and occasion You precipitated the act. What else did she do But act on your clear advice? Husband gone; this stylish stranger Here on the spot; too scared to sleep alone - Oh, Helen wins my acquittal, the blame's her husband's: All she did was take advantage of a man's Human complaisance. And yet, more savage than the tawny Boar in his rage, as he tosses the maddened dogs On lightening tusks, or a lioness suckling her unweaned Cubs, or the tiny adder crushed By some careless foot, is a woman's wrath, when some rival Is caught in the bed she shares. Her feelings show On her face. Decorum's flung to the wind, a maenadic Frenzy grips her, she rushes headlong off After fire and steel... .

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Ovid

The Art of Love: Book Two

...Short partings do best, though: time wears out affections, The absent love fades, a new one takes its place. With Menelaus away, Helen's disinclination for sleeping Alone led her into her guest's Warm bed at night. Were you crazy, Menelaus? Why go off leaving your wife With a stranger in the house? Do you trust doves to falcons, Full sheepfolds to mountain wolves? Here Helen's not at fault, the adulterer's blameless - He did no more than you, or any man else, Would do yourself. By providing place and occasion You precipitated the act. What else did she do But act on your clear advice? Husband gone; this stylish stranger Here on the spot; too scared to sleep alone - Oh, Helen wins my acquittal, the blame's her husband's: All she did was take advantage of a man's Human complaisance. And yet, more savage than the tawny Boar in his rage, as he tosses the maddened dogs On lightening tusks, or a lioness suckling her unweaned Cubs, or the tiny adder crushed By some careless foot, is a woman's wrath, when some rival Is caught in the bed she shares. Her feelings show On her face. Decorum's flung to the wind, a maenadic Frenzy grips her, she rushes headlong off After fire and steel... .

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It seems that no matter what I do, Nobody seems to see me through. And yet I am still so far, Far away from what I am trying to reach. Fearing that I would lose everything, Existing in my own eyes as not being worthy enough. Can you not see that I hurt? Too late for your sympathy... I thought I had grown weak. Over and over I couldn't see, Never realizing what happened to me. I am a stronger person now! Never give up! Always do it your way. Forget what they think, For they were only try to bring you down! Everything that you worked for, Came from your diligence and determination. Time will tell you once said, It's finally time to shine! Only you can make a difference. Never look back at the past.... It's history now <3 Thank you for reading my 2 sided story. Inaffection - A word I made up. The definition of inaffection is the opposite of affection. Definition: A feeling of disliking or hatred. Synonyms: aversion, hate, loathing, abhorrence, pet hate, bete noir, displeasure, disinclination, distaste, disgust, repugnance, antipathy, animosity

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Feb 1, 2013

Feb 1, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC

ashmer

Inaffection - Hurt

It seems that no matter what I do, Nobody seems to see me through. And yet I am still so far, Far away from what I am trying to reach. Fearing that I would lose everything, Existing in my own eyes as not being worthy enough. Can you not see that I hurt? Too late for your sympathy... I thought I had grown weak. Over and over I couldn't see, Never realizing what happened to me. I am a stronger person now! Never give up! Always do it your way. Forget what they think, For they were only try to bring you down! Everything that you worked for, Came from your diligence and determination. Time will tell you once said, It's finally time to shine! Only you can make a difference. Never look back at the past.... It's history now <3 Thank you for reading my 2 sided story. Inaffection - A word I made up. The definition of inaffection is the opposite of affection. Definition: A feeling of disliking or hatred. Synonyms: aversion, hate, loathing, abhorrence, pet hate, bete noir, displeasure, disinclination, distaste, disgust, repugnance, antipathy, animosity

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It was my favourite puzzle And the best time of The day More of pretence Or actual happiness Was something Which couldn't be figured Lying to self Caused harm Truth was even bitter I was trying to Stay awake And arrange those Pieces I felt a strong Disinclination And wanted to Battle it out I looked at the illustrations And stood flabbergasted Nothing made sense I had to be cognisant of Those boundaries And keep my self Wrapped up There was a piece Lying by my side Which wasn't a part of The puzzle It was just An infatuation.

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Jan 21, 2014

Jan 21, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC

mahima-gupta-1

Imbroglio

It was my favourite puzzle And the best time of The day More of pretence Or actual happiness Was something Which couldn't be figured Lying to self Caused harm Truth was even bitter I was trying to Stay awake And arrange those Pieces I felt a strong Disinclination And wanted to Battle it out I looked at the illustrations And stood flabbergasted Nothing made sense I had to be cognisant of Those boundaries And keep my self Wrapped up There was a piece Lying by my side Which wasn't a part of The puzzle It was just An infatuation.

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*Dissociation Depersonalisation Derealisation Detachment Mental and Physical Paralization This is the complete story Of my life's disinclination Severe Anxiety Panic Disorder Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Obsessive Compulsive Disorder Depression My disorderly indispositions Not being in any form of Chronological succession By Lady R.F. (C)2017*

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Aug 27, 2017

Aug 27, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC

Ladyrf

Diagnosis Prognosis

*Dissociation Depersonalisation Derealisation Detachment Mental and Physical Paralization This is the complete story Of my life's disinclination Severe Anxiety Panic Disorder Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Obsessive Compulsive Disorder Depression My disorderly indispositions Not being in any form of Chronological succession By Lady R.F. (C)2017*

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Mellifluous are the songs of moon lit lips pressing a maddened heart as mine! This largest night ate the orchards and prismatic towns by the shores where waves say goodbye torturing women who have lost their sailors on calmer nights. Instead of life the sea has come has come to take from me all i have called normality what most who love may dislike what some who hate may balance i n l i f e : a severe disinclination or tolerance for such as me! so cold are some it feels as stings from a polar bee! :: 09-08-2018 ::

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Sep 8, 2018

Sep 8, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC

eprobles

A LARGEST NIGHT

Mellifluous are the songs of moon lit lips pressing a maddened heart as mine! This largest night ate the orchards and prismatic towns by the shores where waves say goodbye torturing women who have lost their sailors on calmer nights. Instead of life the sea has come has come to take from me all i have called normality what most who love may dislike what some who hate may balance i n l i f e : a severe disinclination or tolerance for such as me! so cold are some it feels as stings from a polar bee! :: 09-08-2018 ::

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Lackluster life lived as each subsequent day, a carbon copy of the one before, though far from being clinically depressed, this boar ring guilt ridden Capitalist decries mass consumerist paradigm satiating the ***** rub bull Lady Liberty, where more disinclination arises, per crossing upcoming birthdays corridor January 13th finds increased repugnance being part of materialistic culture club as hellacious tore char, implied societal behavior expects blind submission subjected to glore re: us lee spouting hallelujah nauseating your every five senses to accept point blank, Nee pay adore ration, asper goyish gaiety bon jure blared, foisted, and lobbed upon every man, woman, and child of society, which imposition, this outlier doth deplore as an avowed antiestablishmentarian to thee very core, of my being, who experiences continuous ab **** rent theoretical strings of disappointments pour ring down (like confetti) from on high, viz directly linkedin as nonconformist eyesore from cradle to... when, me cremated ashes get scattered, though right now... still technically alive, at least... I think so (despite not yet), being gratefully dead... nearing three score years, yet upon my demise wherefore welcoming relief against (feeling like the oddball), shares his glumness weighing me down, where every step an arduous chore his compunction being open to explore living off the grid, or alternatively joining thee dacor oven intentional community, cuz he seems severely mismatched, where vast material consumption, especially accentuated with holiday season heavily pitched to spend every last red cent, (and beg borrow, max out on credit, or steal) to splurge for expectation to endure the helter skelter frenetic Black Friday and Cyber Monday fire sales kindling a bonanza galore!

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Dec 11, 2018

Dec 11, 2018 at 8:42 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Genuine Fecklessness Exemplifies Despondent Creature Because...

Lackluster life lived as each subsequent day, a carbon copy of the one before, though far from being clinically depressed, this boar ring guilt ridden Capitalist decries mass consumerist paradigm satiating the ***** rub bull Lady Liberty, where more disinclination arises, per crossing upcoming birthdays corridor January 13th finds increased repugnance being part of materialistic culture club as hellacious tore char, implied societal behavior expects blind submission subjected to glore re: us lee spouting hallelujah nauseating your every five senses to accept point blank, Nee pay adore ration, asper goyish gaiety bon jure blared, foisted, and lobbed upon every man, woman, and child of society, which imposition, this outlier doth deplore as an avowed antiestablishmentarian to thee very core, of my being, who experiences continuous ab **** rent theoretical strings of disappointments pour ring down (like confetti) from on high, viz directly linkedin as nonconformist eyesore from cradle to... when, me cremated ashes get scattered, though right now... still technically alive, at least... I think so (despite not yet), being gratefully dead... nearing three score years, yet upon my demise wherefore welcoming relief against (feeling like the oddball), shares his glumness weighing me down, where every step an arduous chore his compunction being open to explore living off the grid, or alternatively joining thee dacor oven intentional community, cuz he seems severely mismatched, where vast material consumption, especially accentuated with holiday season heavily pitched to spend every last red cent, (and beg borrow, max out on credit, or steal) to splurge for expectation to endure the helter skelter frenetic Black Friday and Cyber Monday fire sales kindling a bonanza galore!

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