"ebullition" poems - Hello Poetry

I - stricken biped Reside Arranged on patina of dust Compacted from its own breadth and comingled humid vacillations Misplaced intent resides carking upon my ribcage Cerebral reliquary reprises Enunciating: distaste – mediocrity – insufficiency Clandestine exhalation configuration obliges principal Luminous descants evade ebullition bound in stained crystal Eupnea elapsed - foreboding Enigma binds frame to pith

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Jan 26, 2014

Jan 26, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC

meagan-moore

Questioning Relationship

I - stricken biped Reside Arranged on patina of dust Compacted from its own breadth and comingled humid vacillations Misplaced intent resides carking upon my ribcage Cerebral reliquary reprises Enunciating: distaste – mediocrity – insufficiency Clandestine exhalation configuration obliges principal Luminous descants evade ebullition bound in stained crystal Eupnea elapsed - foreboding Enigma binds frame to pith

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Believe me, I am breaking under the pressure of life and the static routine of a schedule. Believe me, if this time, because in the ebullition of my intoxication; a mind wringing in the brink of dislocation will surrender to the edge of a ledge. Believe me, I beg you, before my feet carry on wayward and the neurons press a red button on my self's destruction. Just look at me, for once! Notice the way red snakes have scarred my shaking arms, the way caustic tears scorch my pale cheeks and wails turn inward; a shrieking sorrow. Please, understand me and save my mind on a ledge.

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Apr 6, 2014

Apr 6, 2014 at 10:24 PM UTC

ady

Mind on a Ledge

Believe me, I am breaking under the pressure of life and the static routine of a schedule. Believe me, if this time, because in the ebullition of my intoxication; a mind wringing in the brink of dislocation will surrender to the edge of a ledge. Believe me, I beg you, before my feet carry on wayward and the neurons press a red button on my self's destruction. Just look at me, for once! Notice the way red snakes have scarred my shaking arms, the way caustic tears scorch my pale cheeks and wails turn inward; a shrieking sorrow. Please, understand me and save my mind on a ledge.

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You're stuck in a daydream that once was Out of love, I just can't seem to listen Until I say yes, your world just isn't livable Raised to keep everything inside I hunker down in dread Enough words to keep my head spinning, to keep my voices screaming Hungry for my soul you search for the good within, only to bring up dust Ubiquarian. You say I never leave your mind. Regretting from the beginning I began to turn away Terrified and .. clingy. You rush to my being Idiothermous is what I can not be Never has someone desired for my burning touch Grabbing at every little affection I throw, like you Masked in silence I watch you crumble Ebullition will be the finale

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Jul 28, 2014

Jul 28, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC

wolfey

Let Me In

You're stuck in a daydream that once was Out of love, I just can't seem to listen Until I say yes, your world just isn't livable Raised to keep everything inside I hunker down in dread Enough words to keep my head spinning, to keep my voices screaming Hungry for my soul you search for the good within, only to bring up dust Ubiquarian. You say I never leave your mind. Regretting from the beginning I began to turn away Terrified and .. clingy. You rush to my being Idiothermous is what I can not be Never has someone desired for my burning touch Grabbing at every little affection I throw, like you Masked in silence I watch you crumble Ebullition will be the finale

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Soone must come morely close for a man as I of tim’d depression and despair Ergo mine armour in regards to persist has me not but men of more lingering taste Thy lord I true to be but to forsake me, and I to bereave, lament and lust Rather so I’d ought to make amends with my sorrowful part as it perishes into the galactics ...to heave my heart and arts into the constance of stars and ablaze such ebullition of a passion and admiration I canst no longer contain I shall wayt everly for us to be one for an instance once more Untold; I know not if one couldst say this to be the elegy or the orb of euphony but forsooth it is...to the Herald of Lovers.

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Nov 8, 2017

Nov 8, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC

jeffmoneysparks

Crypt of Bliss

Soone must come morely close for a man as I of tim’d depression and despair Ergo mine armour in regards to persist has me not but men of more lingering taste Thy lord I true to be but to forsake me, and I to bereave, lament and lust Rather so I’d ought to make amends with my sorrowful part as it perishes into the galactics ...to heave my heart and arts into the constance of stars and ablaze such ebullition of a passion and admiration I canst no longer contain I shall wayt everly for us to be one for an instance once more Untold; I know not if one couldst say this to be the elegy or the orb of euphony but forsooth it is...to the Herald of Lovers.

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At thirteen, my sibling, my supposed partner, in our disheveled family life taught me a different kind of warmth that comes from talking back. My ebullition was matched with a violence that erupted like a passionate applause for a trombone feature at the end of Mahler’s third symphony. Only this applause ended with a cold hand outstretched latching, to my wrist as the other bare palm swung, into the lobe of my left ear leaving behind a warm, feverish crimson glow.

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Nov 28, 2019

Nov 28, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC

syd_marie_v

Adolescent Sass

At thirteen, my sibling, my supposed partner, in our disheveled family life taught me a different kind of warmth that comes from talking back. My ebullition was matched with a violence that erupted like a passionate applause for a trombone feature at the end of Mahler’s third symphony. Only this applause ended with a cold hand outstretched latching, to my wrist as the other bare palm swung, into the lobe of my left ear leaving behind a warm, feverish crimson glow.

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We dream of electric shocks, data, meetings and dirt roads away from the pavement. Sunday, sun people, indiscriminate leisure. Papers, the dog that smiles. This gymnastics makes us better people. We make up words that sound good. poems and fruit salads. who would suspect that is a pompadour a hairstyle? Or what to see Defense and Justice would be a real pleasure? I think it would be good to play a Pablo Emilio for define this situation. Pablo Emilio is a card game: four cards are dealt to each player on the table. The idea is that they form a Square -two above and two below. Players can see once the cards. Just once and memorize them. Almost like spying through an ajar door. The two above are unknown: Based on that then we will build our game. The goal is to score the least amount of points possible by swapping cards with the deck. There are wildcards; 7, 8 and 9 allow you to make special movements. And the jack of spades is worth zero. That's important to remember because all the other jacks are worth eleven - in a distraction you can miss this card by changing it with a lower-scoring one- The hands are played fast and everyone has their method. Sometimes they come to complete one or two hands and you're done. Remembering the ones below and without knowing the ones from above we are seeing what to assemble. If we put two or three of the same together, we throw them away rigged. If not, we are methodically changing one for the other looking for something. Pablo Emilio is won when someone sings Pablo Emilio. And whoever has the lowest score wins. Naturally. The important thing in this game is memory, some lights in certain moments and taken chances. We could study the repeal of the name Pablo Emilio or start thinking about the possibility of assembling a low scoring game. We could think about what the other has or how he played his previous hand. But first remember what we have. Kind of that's the key, but I don't know whether to mention it now in this short poem. Contemplate the noise. Comply with chaos even on times of unavoidable crisis. Or with the secret-warm-love watermarks on those photos that are only ours. Blood and silence of dirt streets that lead us away from the pavement. Electricity. Everything is in ebullition. So do you.

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Nov 13, 2022

Nov 13, 2022 at 6:21 AM UTC

joaquin-cruzalegui

pablo emilio

We dream of electric shocks, data, meetings and dirt roads away from the pavement. Sunday, sun people, indiscriminate leisure. Papers, the dog that smiles. This gymnastics makes us better people. We make up words that sound good. poems and fruit salads. who would suspect that is a pompadour a hairstyle? Or what to see Defense and Justice would be a real pleasure? I think it would be good to play a Pablo Emilio for define this situation. Pablo Emilio is a card game: four cards are dealt to each player on the table. The idea is that they form a Square -two above and two below. Players can see once the cards. Just once and memorize them. Almost like spying through an ajar door. The two above are unknown: Based on that then we will build our game. The goal is to score the least amount of points possible by swapping cards with the deck. There are wildcards; 7, 8 and 9 allow you to make special movements. And the jack of spades is worth zero. That's important to remember because all the other jacks are worth eleven - in a distraction you can miss this card by changing it with a lower-scoring one- The hands are played fast and everyone has their method. Sometimes they come to complete one or two hands and you're done. Remembering the ones below and without knowing the ones from above we are seeing what to assemble. If we put two or three of the same together, we throw them away rigged. If not, we are methodically changing one for the other looking for something. Pablo Emilio is won when someone sings Pablo Emilio. And whoever has the lowest score wins. Naturally. The important thing in this game is memory, some lights in certain moments and taken chances. We could study the repeal of the name Pablo Emilio or start thinking about the possibility of assembling a low scoring game. We could think about what the other has or how he played his previous hand. But first remember what we have. Kind of that's the key, but I don't know whether to mention it now in this short poem. Contemplate the noise. Comply with chaos even on times of unavoidable crisis. Or with the secret-warm-love watermarks on those photos that are only ours. Blood and silence of dirt streets that lead us away from the pavement. Electricity. Everything is in ebullition. So do you.

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Therefore, I opted to reduce heavy sedation within unsuspecting reader rabbit summarization superseded elaboration, less reason spurring salacious secretion i.e. a-z expletive epithet, et cetera laced verbalization crucifixion subsequently, neither nameless nincompoop (me) crossing verboten drive, nor this ditto anonymous poetic purveyor to burden heavy onlookers with elegiac colluding bugaboo even daunting grizzly Adams, endeavoring exclusively exercising "E" valuation in futile attempt to express mild exuberance entailing English language. Essentially erudition wrought elucubration, ecstatic emotion, enunciation, enumeration, eradication narrowly avoiding writer's block concomitent ebullition, emasculation exacerbation, exasperation, stepped up escalation elevation malignant hypertension, encrustation elementary (my dear Watson) extemporaneous embarkation severely affected non exlax induced emergency enema evacuation, but not even for the grace of dog unstoppable elimination, ejection... exhausting excavation water closet expedition elucidation, elation, edification, vis a vis emancipation, despite literary emaciation malnutrition near extinction yours truly, nonetheless... faint eruption eureka *********** elongation emanation awoke new edition regarding neigh saying kid on the block elicitation, elocution, energization, eroticization, estimation, excitation activated skeletal echolocation eye opening entrepreneurial effectuation analogous TVA electrification, hence enervation equalization relieved self cannibalization thankfully discouraging envenomization invariably in conclusion, no exaggeration pronouncing exemption verdict against my extirpation sore disappointment!

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Jun 13, 2019

Jun 13, 2019 at 12:29 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Encapsulation Versus Elaboration...

Therefore, I opted to reduce heavy sedation within unsuspecting reader rabbit summarization superseded elaboration, less reason spurring salacious secretion i.e. a-z expletive epithet, et cetera laced verbalization crucifixion subsequently, neither nameless nincompoop (me) crossing verboten drive, nor this ditto anonymous poetic purveyor to burden heavy onlookers with elegiac colluding bugaboo even daunting grizzly Adams, endeavoring exclusively exercising "E" valuation in futile attempt to express mild exuberance entailing English language. Essentially erudition wrought elucubration, ecstatic emotion, enunciation, enumeration, eradication narrowly avoiding writer's block concomitent ebullition, emasculation exacerbation, exasperation, stepped up escalation elevation malignant hypertension, encrustation elementary (my dear Watson) extemporaneous embarkation severely affected non exlax induced emergency enema evacuation, but not even for the grace of dog unstoppable elimination, ejection... exhausting excavation water closet expedition elucidation, elation, edification, vis a vis emancipation, despite literary emaciation malnutrition near extinction yours truly, nonetheless... faint eruption eureka *********** elongation emanation awoke new edition regarding neigh saying kid on the block elicitation, elocution, energization, eroticization, estimation, excitation activated skeletal echolocation eye opening entrepreneurial effectuation analogous TVA electrification, hence enervation equalization relieved self cannibalization thankfully discouraging envenomization invariably in conclusion, no exaggeration pronouncing exemption verdict against my extirpation sore disappointment!

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