"enunciated" poems
Time is fleeting
as the spring river runoff
that gushes out to sea
A heart trickles out
a moment,
minute by minute,
in a timeless ink drop;
unmeasurable expanse
immured in spilled ink ―
manifest in the lexicon of poetry
For only purged words
cannot quench this thirst
that is loneliness;
it's a hunger that gnaws
like an unsatisfiable ache ―
a starving emptiness
all hearts
do one day taste
Left in the sight
of doubt
and eyes that fail
to believe what they see
lain fallow in the silent
indifference
Lost in a lingering void
unburied all around,
bespoken out loud
alone in plain sight
a feigned understanding;
reticent letters shape
reluctant words
to hold forth
enunciated breathe
The only words
that still echo unstilted ―
uttered words
indelibly felt
from lips once sweet
as daybreak dew
upon musing tongue ―
tasting the only
voiceless truth
that ever broke my heart
a vanishing wave
that moved an ocean
deeply ...
Jesse Stillwater ... 06 6 2018
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
She stands before the class
Her voice rings loud and clear
Each word beautifully enunciated
For all who wish to hear
The perennial English teacher
She reads with such dramatics and flair
Such a pity that its only noticed
by students in the first few chairs
She's reading out my poem
She paints pictures with her words
But honestly? Sometimes I find
Her explanations quite absurd
No, That's not what I meant!
Dear teacher, stop twisting my verse!
Dear students, please notice the flaws
In the story she so carefully rehearsed
It's amazing how sometimes she understands
The thought and feelings of what I wrote
And sometimes she gets it so very wrong
That I want to strangle her throat
She continues unperturbed
By the lack of interest in the room
Students only see her smile and energy
Not her disappointment and gloom
She worked so hard to teach them,
A little appreciation would go far!
But they just sit and pretend to listen
As they wait for the end for the hour
Finally, she comes across
That fateful line
The one that sparks a discussion
I watch the class come to life
In a tsunami of opinions,
She smiles proudly, riding the wave
She launches into her explanation
And it's the completely wrong one she gave
Its one of many misinterpretations
Of my carefully crafted work
There! That student! She understands what I meant!
Now now, don't tell her she's wrong. Don't be a ****
A debate ensues and words fly
The classroom divides into two.
Half are on my side, dear teacher
And the other half believe you.
Out of the blue, the bell rings
For once the students want more time!
A pat on the back for the English teacher.
This victory is both hers and mine
So what if she gets it wrong sometimes?
So what what if she's too dramatic?
Sometimes she's just unreasonable
She's your average literature fanatic
She always gets her point across
Without having to scream and shout
She teaches the students the value of words
Isn't that what it's all about?
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
I'm speechless
That's my approach as you approach me
And usually I'm too focused on finding the perfect words
To penetrate the simple space I provide
So when beautiful girls intentionally invade my atmosphere
My need for speech is satisfied
Your beauty speaks sufficiently for two
So while I'm struggling for oxygen, I hope you recognize
Your presence is all I've ever needed to breathe easily
I'm stuck
Between unexpressed elegance
And helplessness
My mouth is screaming out
But frozen completely shut
I'm worried my compliments
May be complications
That my suggestions
Might suppress my objective here
We typically rely on our words
To settle the score
As if you and I are in overtime
Of a tie ballgame
Looking for phrases to frame the scoreboard
With an absolute victor
But I was hoping that you'd be willing to join forces
To break through the proverbial force field
That prohibits rivals from overthrowing obstacles
Because I've always believed the input overpowers the outcome
What if it were possible
To eliminate our speech
So our ears could erase the need to draw conclusions
We don't etch our words in pencil
Our words are enunciated in permanent marker
Brutally beating through our eardrums
Rhythmically reminding us
That silence can be more sweet sounding than any set of syllables
All I know is I'm hell-bent on remaining a straight shooter
My arrows will always be designed for the bulls-eye
But lately I've been questioning my targets
They haven't been painted red and white for all the world to see
They've been camouflaged by constricted communication
Secretly searching for statements that haven't met the airwaves yet
So I'd much rather absorb your definite thoughts
Than accept your remarks as absolute
The truth is
I'm not sure
What needs to be said.
The syllables I've learned to form
Don't apply to situations where
Words remain inherently absent.
And too often we force our hand
To make phrases appear
Where they don't belong.
But something about
Silent speeches is appealing to me.
Because the power in your eyes reduce
The need for any type of sound.
And the shock waves your steps make
As you inch closer to mine
Create the sweetest melodies.
So all I will tell you is this:
Let's leave words out of this.
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 6:53 AM UTC
With every beckoning move
My power self destructed
I stood among the audience
With no outrageous opinions
I performed as a harlequin
Trying to dulcify my motives
My torn pockets spilling sand
The baptism of fire
They said they were comrades
But at that moment
They enunciated
My defeat
Strenuously.
I'm tired of seeing the wall break
My cigarette stained hands yearn for demise
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
Verily the exordium told anent a beauty engirdled in her fedora
soliciting those whoever descried her into her mere servile admirer
eight trenchant tinctures upon her body invigorate like a cadenza
I dare not to contradict the verity that I am beguiled afore her
whilst the snain distilled faintly enwreathed her in unctuous silk
concordantly she devote herself earnestly to the impeccable rain
that emanate her fragile poetry with prestidigitation in a whisk
forsooth she is but the vernacular sobriquet to the soul of the rain
recall me otherwhile during the rainstorm champagne did coerce
and the sunset's glass of wine exude her ingratiating persona
like a myriad of aphrodisiac summarized in a single verse
when harmony and lyrics danced in the crepuscular crescendo
all of that needed to be enunciated is it is you
do not harshly let me be thy unrequited dilettante
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 4:27 AM UTC
refract |riˈfrakt|
verb [ trans. ] (usu. be refracted)
(of water, air, or glass) make (a ray of light) change direction when it enters at an angle : the rays of light are refracted by the material of the lens.
******* ash out of a little cardboard tube- what else would you have me do?
Taxed gasps but not as heavily as my thoughts- it is brought to my attention that,
perhaps I think too much.
and focus too little.
But as I’ve enunciated countless times before
what it is I’m waiting for
Refraction
Would it be wise just to make it happen?
Refraction
Nothing ever came to be by accident
Refraction
Except when the sunlight shone
and the wind did blow
with capricious direction
Refraction
and then a human crawled from the
cosmological wreckage
absolutely ******* random
Refraction
I suppose it’s within my grasp
to change my path
If only I knew where I was headed
Refraction
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
Wanted to get drunk today.
WANTED TO WRITE TEN POEMS.
None of this happened, but the postman brought letters.
I opened them.
Skin felt absent on the occipital lobe.
Where amber, silica, sconce, crackle, glass exploded.
Lifted pillow 'bove my head.
Gravity took its power. Hold, sand shard dust and vase piece,
in my bed.
Wanted to sit in the park.
WANTED TO MAKE TEN ******* POEMS.
Needed a six foot tall model by my side,
in the windy park in the sunlight.
Children needed to dance around.
Wanted to see them puke up happiness.
On swingsets/marygorounds.
Wanted to be their fathers.
WANTED TO BEAT UP THEIR FATHERS POEMS.
Wanted to the cops to catch me.
Slaughter pigs, drink their blood.
Wanted lost in wanting.
WANTED TO BE BETWEEN HER LONG SOOTHING POEMS.
Wanted to clutch pretty.
Needed something like love...
or like drunk.
Needed to buy a forty today.
NEEDED TO COUGH UP WORD THROAT.
80 will do. If you have the proof
This didn’t happen. Instead,
I
Sat
Inside
And
Choked
On
My
Own
Enunciated
Emaciated
Words.
The poems never come out right anyways.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
Expatriated.... silence swallows whole,
enunciated expression:
Fists pummel at an empty sky.
A voiceless scream tears anaesthetised night.
Who needs gravitas,
what piety awards accolades;
why strike a solemn clarion
where dignity and virtue fail to roam,
when last breathe approaches?
How can we repatriate orphan, edulcerate elocution?
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
Our Holy Communion of Words
you wrest my words away, with tongue and teeth,
running their sounds out with your soft tonguing,
gentling their enunciated freedom to float airborne,
but not before,
your teeth hone them sharper, wiser, better,
before freeing the letters
for life eternal rebirthing,
swapping, warping words,
into a
a holy communion
then with thy lips closing after them,
wishing them godspeed,
safe travels to yet another’s eye imbibing,
until released once more,
traveling from souls you likely
never to meet, embrace, greet,
but to whom you have formed a
direct intangible tangling,
shared wafered words,
a holy communion
But
yours,
your words,
*gut punch me,
how could you know,
where/\were
you there beside me when in darkened hours
the sun shone brightly, illuminating with bent light
our crevices and our crevasses,
your, words, written,
stun me into crazy, as if
you were within my interior
a cacophony exposed for all to hear,
my grunts & oofs,
visceral, too real, and
my actual tears cascade unfiltered
into the cup of our tangible entangling,
salted & starry*
our holiest communion yet!
~~~~~~~~
Fri Feb 9,
10:00pm~10:30pm
Feb 10, 2024
Feb 10, 2024 at 7:59 AM UTC
Tired, too tired to think anymore
mapping who's taking the bed and who's taking the floor
when it's bedtime for one + one more
I won't sleep easy on the other side of the door
How many drinks was too many for him?
Is she as drunk as he or merely attached to his hip?
Why didn't I drink til my vision blurred
so I wouldn't care to hang on every enunciated word
Stuck on the tricycle, always the third wheel
without an outlet to express the feelings that I feel
I stow away behind my teeth the words I keep because
I'm weak and wish I had the strength to speak,
to know the change I seek
The tension is seeping from my dead eyes and
this endearing disguise will be all you will see
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
Lizards sun, drag hours for themselves
On the baked rock face,
With tense hands prepared always
To run, even in the face of bliss.
Hands curve prematurely,
Turn rock face into a more appealing
Rock bodice, and the
Lizards are cast away
By the sudden **** of millennia.
Do not litter the bettered stone
With a dainty snowflake likeness
Sought in the bedragglings of
Their skeletons.
What little ancestry to look back upon.
It's probably better...
No, absolutely it is.
That is the cry of the valley:
Massed voices weighted with spring
And enunciated by winters.
The sunrock bathes for
Whoever knows how long,
In drys
And in humids.
And then one day is crushed
Underfoot by the hulking form,
By the tense little claw of a
Reckoning nomad.
The surroundings look
Sharp at the smart little giant
And pull themselves neatly away from the dust.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 2:58 PM UTC
deeds eviscerated
/ clawing weakness
sloppy cuts /
willpower destructive
present featureless
thoughts enunciated
/ piercing sharpness
sloppy cuts /
likelihood delusive
future unresolved
feelings elongated
/ lasting bleakness
sloppy cuts /
sanity depleted
memories absurd
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC
Dear Bryan,
I love it when you
Say my name
With the knowledge that with your last it will never be the same
Say my name
And change my initials to fit yours a little better
At least, one day, we’ll have one letter more in common
Say my name
And fulfill my dreams of being your queen
You say comfort is king
So
In OUR california king bed
I know you’ll do nothing less than make my cheeks red
Blushing
And sore
Say my name
And open the door to our future
Every enunciated letter a step closer to our life together
Serenade me
Sing me to our reality with the symphony of syllables leaving your luscious lips
Love me like this is the first and last moment of our united consciousness
Say my name
Drive me crazy
On this roadtrip of emotions
Every border crossed and hotel room occupied a new chapter in our lives
Every gallon of gas spent
And motel room left
New memories that we will never forget
Say my name
Don’t refrain from shouting it from the rooftops like you say you want to so badly
One day they’ll be the mountaintops by our California home
Hold me
While your vocal chords explode with the feelings I hold dear to my heart
While I lay on your chest and hear yours
beat
Ba dum
Ba dum
Ba dum
As if speaking in Morse code:
I love you
I love you
I love you
Translating this language has never been so easy
One of the many tongues I want you to help me be fluent in
Say my name
In your oh so endearing voice
Because I swear
I have never heard it sound so melodious than when it’s coming from your mouth
And if I’m lucky
You’ll be the last one to whisper it in my ear,
Like sweet nothings,
For the rest of our lives.
Love, Sarah Elizabeth Canalejo
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
HARD Issoft, nearly almost always
to phalanges strung in distinct feminine howling
striations pressed on all the everywhere of
cobbled mucous enunciated with thick muscles bent
on masculine bones packed slightly tight
and i'm **** lungs bunching across the varied consistent
folds of your open naked mouth
that i sting in everfor
a hideously beautyfull beAst
Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 2:19 PM UTC
hey i don't you
remember the sea ?
ido
it was speaking little wet enormous. a tooth
hey!don't i you?re a massive collapsing
ocean deep perfect. the waves crack back
an oblique smell of crying swollen.
it,s a god's face; a bruise blushing on his cheeks
maybe
we taste the shore. it's gray enunciated sky impinging the
dry with damp teeth. or the mountains thinking on the horizon:
blotting truculence
they stand so still
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 11:58 AM UTC
The weary vibrations expelled a name given to me by my mother. I heard the familar sound enunciated in contracting cords, summoned by the computational ***** fueled by the elemental product. Weve lost the way we made we started the program without knowing the coding.
Mimic the mirrors sulled parallels, ghostly and thermodynamic the willow doth grow and visions wilt with the snow, the seasons dictation inside of your voice, syllable sounds of a name
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC
A white worm rests in the netting of
our
hips. silk weaver weaving woven strands
loose strings. fray the forever faceless groan
enunciated in pleasure giddy writhing.
little goddess you are like a song:
playing in the empty void to singe my cusp and draw
my stupid fingers to dumbly rumble over your ***
a she so pearled sweaty
sensual nodes gleaming
dark. i take a measure of
your effortless laughter
and drink till my mind
bursts bubbling onto the
coffee tingle cold heat bridge
erected over the electric notch
of your fur stroke. do
i
do
well
by
you?
Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 12:21 PM UTC
The anonymous glances whispered that she's searching,
for the sporadic faceless voices that divulged,
my unsung secret sights and as they remained forever hidden,
she let her silence make the noise in solitude,
but when the spectral sun rays touched her soul,
the feeling of life rose a controversy,
that reciprocated "we'd be if we were meant to be"!
The words now stood unheard,as they never owned a tongue,
that spoke them out to her courageous cute little heart,
And if ever comes a day to reveal,
will there even remain any blind words,
woven with all the love that was never visible to her deaf sights?
If yes! Then who'd be carrying the love of my life,
if I'm busy carrying her burning elegant thoughts to the grave?.
I fell above the ocean floor,the clamor within enunciated,
still feeling light through an enclosed door,
I'll fight till its over and till I'm perforated,
through the night and the rain, time and the pain,
and until the sky fails to fall, I'll stand fighting fate forlorn,
Because I'm cold just like the icy mountains,
and yes I've a frozen heart, since I was struck behind the numbers,
of your watch beneath your wrist.
Maybe am the only man clung to your soul, dead and rotten in time.!
-knownstranger❤
Www.ask.FM/krishnaprasad03
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 10:33 AM UTC
Say my name and I will disappear.
I am the endless song that only the deaf can hear.
Listen to my eternal depth as it echoes through the wind.
Enunciated by the mute with no words to send.
No man can keep me for a long period of time.
Catch me for a second and next thing you know I'm gone.
Even the most quiet moment can lose me when its done.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
This is but a test, one for
A mind in need of rest,
And though it's surely not his best,
It still is nothing to detest
He's drifting in a sea of intuition,
His expression is abreast
He's seeking for a resolution
He hopes not in vain to jest
He seeks the further involution
Of this sense felt in his chest
As he is wand'ring
Through his contemplation,
Pondering his expectations
Seeking his elucidations; but
Just where might these be found?
Within the lines upon the page
Or their enunciated sound?
I don't have the answers
to these questions...
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 5:03 AM UTC
*a heartbreak is the open book
of love's broken promises
that by hook or crook we evade
keeping, and sink in the quagmire
of a misery enunciated by our moans
someone must break your waxy heart
to make you a true lover one day soon*
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
lately, the anxiety keeps settling in my teeth,
setting them on edge:
an unwelcome guest spitting scornful jest
to cause my brain to second guess
every thought i thought wasn't a mess,
exposing my mind -- a train wreck
i scruff my tongue against them
in the hopes of forcing the enamel clean
but this apprehension's made of harder stuff
that even molars couldn't crush;
the muscles of my jaw clench
their unhappiness, an endless throb
of raw numbness, itching to be expelled
through sound or sick or movement
excuses to flee, suddenly,
enunciated by the bitter desperation
to expel what words fail to express;
there's no sudden obligation,
no needs to address. i'm just trying
hard to outrun the foam of fruitless frets
fizzing into overflow, stomach acid upset
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 7:59 PM UTC
an announcement
was enunciated over the public address
which carries a health message
in its address
listen up lads
the address is directed towards you
taking it on board
would be a good I clue
don't be coy or shy
about your personal equipment
the odd inspection of it
can lead to enlightenment
pull down the trousers
and have a feel around the ball bag
should there be any oddities there
you could have problems in being a stag
lads if you've had to visit
the John several times at night
those excessive twinkling sessions
may well mean that the prostate isn't alright
the ides of depression
oft occur in a man's life
which can be the cause
of much mental strife
men in our communities
need to be alerted to the issue of their health
as without a robust body and mind
they are devoid of health's wealth
make appointments
with your GP's
so they can check you over
for any anomalies
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
drift pleasantly into the wafting glimmer
the enunciated murmur of a purring simmer
the tickling breath chilly spite of the victor's vigor
the momentum upon present infatuations
sought for the hands of the lost bridal remnant
feet brushing the moistened soil
milky coral china topple the path
the splash of hotly brewed tea
lavender and jasmine and lemon ginger
seeping into the cool, hard ground
feel the air swirl in your lungs
the colors of the trees a respirator
glinting their fiery embers
they embark far into the silly autumn night
cool blue shadows creep uphill
stretching and lengthening for night's full bloom
the hours have waned, the sun a lovely hue
as the woes of nature have come down to hunt
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
A man sat in his cramped airline seat,
His teeth chattering,
Biting down on his haggard fingernails
He had never flown before
And he never planned on it
But with the passing of a close relative
He had to take his first flight from Philly
Back to his hometown in Washington state.
Next to him sat a young boy,
who appeared to be much to young
To be by himself on this 737
The man just turned away from the young mans face
And went back to his nail biting
The boy tapped the man on the shoulder,
And he said
"Sir, I know this is scary, but there's no need
To be afraid
I've done this a hundred thousand times
Enough to know that we'll arrive
Exactly thirteen minutes late."
The man was stunned, this boy
This... small man
Enunciated his words like that of an Elder
The man turned to him, and said
"I'm sorry young man, I just can't help this
My whole life I've been isolated,
Closed off, like a shellfish"
The boy turned his head from his window and he said
"Sir, There's no need to fear the events that will unfurl,
Because you know when the oyster opens up
All that's revealed is the pearl."
And suddenly, the man felt none of the fear
He'd been living in for all these years
He rested comfortably, no longer fighting tears
His cycle was broken, the moment was chosen
When he leant the child his ear
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 8:44 AM UTC