"expeditious" poems
Well you see the thing to understand is poetry is a gospel to the world.
At first you feel as if it is oppressive chains tying you down to the soiled earth with every simplistic tick tock.
That is at least until you discover this world has no rules for an adventurer of free verse.
Your words now flow like an expeditious brook as long as you use metaphors with pretentious words.
However rules exist it is plain to see.
Some poems go aabb.
Those are simple ones to find.
Those are the ones stuck in your mind.
Now one more step, aabbc.
Those are a little more artsy.
You draw your crowd in.
Get under their skin,
And finish a little bit different.
And now it's time for set number three.
One that can simply astound.
The great, magnificent abab.
Those make a poet nearly profound.
There are couplets, sonnets, and monoryhms.
And now for the last one, all in good time.
I wanted you all to hear them like chimes,
But all that I had I left you in these lines.
Sep 19, 2011
Sep 19, 2011 at 11:26 PM UTC
Vivid thoughts of you keep revealing themselves as expeditious memories.
How idiotic of me not to appreciate the time shared because I assumed the pleasure was in your company not for your presence but how the thought of your imminent arrival forced a smile before you even entered the building.
How seconds were lifetimes yet minutes briskly swept by.
Time was our birthright and our only luxury, it was also a curse we couldn't shake off like a birthmark at the centre of my forehead.
Please believe me when I say I recite your name daily yet I find myself cursing at the sky because no matter how valiant my effort. I feel it slowly taking away the little I still have of you.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
Specious speculative salacious spectral season
Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason
Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon
Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison
Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson
Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons
Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization
Transient transitive tour de force teleportation
Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation
Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation
Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration
Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation
Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor
Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor
Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator
Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator
Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator
Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator
Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification
Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation
Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication
Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation
Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation
Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition
Slinky slick sultry stoical snout
Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout
Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out
Gross grit groin grove grout
Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout
Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
Soon I'll be gone with an expeditious stream,
On a swift time torrent as flick of a dream,
How much ever you may try you won't hold,
An emotion seldom summons once sold.
All marks of my existence will flow in a drain,
But Alas!
In a nook of your heart a memoir may remain.
Each soul has a given date you were oft told,
But to my silent tears you were often cold.
My footprint on sands you may perchance find,
A sweet recollection may flicker through your mind.
Tears from your eyes will then roll out in vain,
Alas!
In a nook of your heart a memoir may remain.
The echoes of that laughter will all die off,
A cold reminiscence will remain in mind's trough,
To touch me then you will give out your heart,
‘It’s too late my friend’ will be said by the dark.
In the monsoon cloud, you'll miss me in rain,
Alas!
In a nook of your heart a memoir may remain.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
Opened a book today
My eyes fell upon a page of poems
How odd, it feels so familiar to me
Yet, how can this be?
Picked up an organic instrument
And played a song I do not know
Whence cometh the inspiration?
Only from the whispers of ..... a previous life....
These things I see doing, I claim not expeditious
For it's only if and when....the muses decide to see fit
A mere vessel to transport what already is there!
Every possible thought-combo has its keen template.
Never did an equestrian thing before
Yet I find me mounting superb horse and ride
Flowing action, wide awake and so thrilling
No expletive required to tell of happy lingering.
Going upon the mountain to pray, this day
Not to find you
But that you ....find me
Don't you just give up so fast!
Can't deny strong polarising effect in here
This life affords us another chance: second time around.
S T, 4 May 2013
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 6:59 AM UTC
Dance For
with our Despite
me. gorgeous this
curtain expeditious
Despite call, expansion
this
vast For the which
void prelude separates us apart
between of a brighter
us prospect Let you lift the veils of my
kaleidoscopic nebulae and touch
my blazing heart lies underneath
Splash of in the way i caress yours while the
Shining crystal two of them melt down, fuse together
unleash hives of fireflies
Amongst the crowd
of endlessly our course
straying strangers come across
Would i care
pouring lifetime collection Garnet
of my astro toss all of them extravagantly
billions of millions of them Diamond
in exchange of crossing
your wings with mine Amythest
Aquamarine
Lit up Fire Opal
the magnificent our
symphany curtain call
and the prelude Drawing
of an upcoming curves of
brighter prospect new horizon
Dance with me
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 12:25 PM UTC
When I was five,
things went by fast
like the cursory glances I took
at the buildings and houses outside the window of an expeditious vehicle
And candles were left burning
in and out of the dark
When I was eleven,
things sped up a little more
and I was no longer looking at the world outside my window
but at the small droplets of water impatiently rolling down the sleek glass
And mirrors were objects that I held in my hand,
and stood in front of that contained another world – another me
Now that I’m marked with time
and the depth of the ocean is imprinted right across my heart,
my window is archaic and irrelevant, consumed in dust and moist
For my eyes do not see through them anymore
I am standing outside of it
And the candles are blown out
even in the dark confines of my bathroom
Because the mirrors are not another world, not another me
but a reminder of the battles I failed to overcome,
a reflection of a body that I must look away from,
a question that painfully burned itself into my mind
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 1:23 AM UTC
Were always so expeditious to estimate one another,
Yet when at the same time we step into that glass mold thyself call's a mirror,
That glistened lookalike hasting back at thou,
Points back,
And rehashes thine own self!!!
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
When your heart is broken,
there is no automatic cure.
Your internal grief will grow,
and will never go away,
just slowly become easier to deal with.
Days, and months will pass.
As a smile rises on your face,
a gently curved plastic,
only to hold those who know nothing.
They sit on your swing,
pumping their legs
forward, backward.
But they only rarely move.
Their movements are forced,
by the showers of tears, and expeditious winds.
The heart ache is stable.
Yet will eventually go numb,
nothing will ever be able to cause the same immense pain.
The guards rise up,
neglecting connections.
Flirt.
Smile.
Fake it until you make it.
You will hear the crowds telling us over and over,
"It WILL be ok".
I'm here to tell you it won't.
Never.
So, find useless distractions.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC
An Exercise in Alliterative Acrostics.
Ernie, ebulliently enthused,
But battered and bruised,
Understandably uneasy and upset.
Leaves lustful Larry, a ***** lad,
Lasciviously longing to live
Innocuously. Ivan, integratesvolves integrating
Every expeditious and essential
Needed necessities, necessary to negate
Terrible teasing Thomas, to terminate
All appropriate and aggravating
Noisy Norman notes! No negotiations can negate
Diabolical devilish deeds. Determination dictates
Exuding excessive energy, exterminates and excoriates
Nasty native nonentities. No naive niceties
Tackle tricky testy tasks, for tender tendencies,
Having hyperbole hopes, are hypothetically helpless
Unless usurpers unveil unsung university union
Sympathisers, seeking salvation, as sympathising.
Evangelists, exemplary and enthusiastic experts
Doctors, and dentists doggedly determine details definitely decide,
Ebullience and Enthusiasm exist!
Rhymer. March 10th, 2018.
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 7:29 PM UTC
Taken on a journey along the
expeditious jugular vein of
this existence, at a moment's
notice, with nary a warning,
I am seldom privy to the exact
location or final destination
of my numerous and dizzying
stops on the many roads of
this life.
I can only hope and pray for
the obvious illumination of
all that I am meant to see,
the clarity of mind with which
to appreciate it all, and the
wisdom to understand and
then impart the riddles,
thereby extending the best
of myself forward into this
vast universe.
This is my wish...as I sail along
this journey.
-by Mercurychyld
Copyrights
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
Move!
I have to *** now
and ***** my way!
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
Specious speculative salacious spectral season
Transmogrify trapezium traverse torsion treason
Erotica errantry erectile endogenic emblazon
Ghastly gnashy grotesque gristly garrison
Larcenous lecherous lascivious latent lesson
Entelechy ethology exsistentialize extant epsilons
Spurious spry squabble subtle specialization
Transient transitive tour de force teleportation
Encephala enunciate endeavor executant emulation
Garish gaudy gambit glitch granulation
Lurid livid liaison limpid laceration
Extravaganza expletives expeditious equilibration emendation
Sly stodgy surreptitious spatiotemporal solicitor
Taciturn tactile transcendent tertiary torpor
Euphoria eminent equivocal exserted emancipator
Garrulous gustatory gung ** gestational gesticulator
Lyricism lilt liberation lambaste levitator
Escutcheon exergonic epaulet exodus extrapolator
Starkness staunch spectacle stolid stultification
Telepathy tantamount tractive tellurian transmutation
Exonerate euthenics exegesis entourage eradication
Groaty gnarly gruesome gristly gastrulation
Licentious lewd lacunar laconic limitation
Extemporaneous exigency embark embargo extradition
Slinky slick sultry stoical snout
Transubstantiate torturous temerarious tumultuous tout
Eucharist extortion enmity epithet eke out
Gross grit groin grove grout
Lentic leister lotic lothario levity lout
Execrating eventuation evocative evitable excerpt bout
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 10:11 PM UTC
Take my hand, my love
Let me assist you
I wouldn’t want you to fall
upon dismounting
Your horse
is so very high
Can you hear me from up there?
In that ivory tower, your new home
sick. trick.
A sudden drop
could be devastating. captivating
I should know
you didn’t have me at hello goodbye
hit me like a tonne of bricks
sick. tricks.
Drop off my dry cleaning,
shouldn’t have worn silk
Muddy footprints on my shoulders
where you stood
Did you forget
how you got up
there? glare empty.
Remember?
You feared
heights.flights.fucking nights
are the worst
dreams. screams.
the laser beams
in your eyes,
my expeditious demise.
I feel.
You win,
You’re the king.
Sting. No happy ending.
I didn’t want you
Until I did
Stop. You’re making a scene
Making me a fiend
Not your queen.
Cut me down
Climb up now higher
Fire. You’re scared
Can you hear me from up there,
in that ivory tower you call home?
You love the view, don’t you?
Silence is golden but,
Please tell me more lies
Whisper your sweet nothings
Bring me back to life
Dreams. Screams.
laser beams in your eyes
cut me down with those
laser beams.
in. your. eyes.
I love the pain
Northern skies,
A brilliant disguise.
Get out of my mind,
Trojan horse. Remorse
this is my fault
I love it when you talk *****
But go on,
**** me with reticence
Bite my neck, pull my hair
Fill me up with doubt
I bite your soul
Pull, no rip, your heart out.
of your chest
Crumble.
You’re weak.
Can’t even speak
I’m Rapunzel, evicted.
You just wanted my tower
How can I blame you?
It’s got the best view.
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 10:02 AM UTC
It's not your fault,
as I was the one.
I saw the roses growing in unexpected places,
I saw the walls burning down with expeditious intentions and no explanation
you'd think no one could here it happening,
yet I listened,
and i could hear his cries,
his oceans crashing into cliff sides.
I believed it.
And i did so, because when his oceans crashed into mine, it was a beauty god himself would have been jealous of.
Siren couldn't compete with the beauty that was our interactions, and they were flattered,
yet I have no matter.
Because her oceans,
found yours first
Yet I believed it when you said mine were bluer.
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 12:18 AM UTC
In the shadows of my serene composure
Perturbance ventured my susceptible core
Corollary hallucinations compelled my inner channels to disarm
Commenced the chaos at the departure of calm
A storming blitz led by a fortifying fleet
Disruptions levitated to the greatest summit
Every portal being forcefully barred
Catastrophic propositions nearly forged my dreary graveyard
Instantaneous reinforcements initiated an expeditious resurgence
Sirens snapped my vulnerable systems back to sense
My efficacious consultant explored miscellaneous alternatives
Warfare and fleeing being the superlative prerogatives
Befittingly, combat seemed extremely gallant
Escape undignifying the prowess of talent
It all panned out en route a thunderous showdown
The ultimate clash being unveiled as the ‘Psychological Crown’
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 10:52 PM UTC
Fumes of valor,
Sins weighing all the hopes lost,
Demeanor of power,
Craving for success whatever's the cost,
Deftness of a prodigy,
It carries it all,
It carries everything you believe it does,
It carries nothing!
Judged, divided, shamed upon,
It just gushes unaware of any anomalies.
Its expeditious flow defines us all,
The sudden spout through the veins,
A constant reminder of human transience.
Often sworn to promises which are never kept,
It's limitless power put to a constant test.
Wasted in this worldly chaos, celebrated by a victory,
A mere symbol it remains,
Taken for granted,
Life's elixir unglorified.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
your
majesty
i
place
my
heart
on a platter
to
service
the
royal queen of hearts
who
sits upon
the
golden throne
who wears
the
crown jewels of Knottingham
who
dons the purple robe of royalty
indeed
i
am
your humble and obedient servant
James Esquire Isosceles
always available
at your
expeditious service
if it pleases you
and
the
royal guards
may
i
kiss your magnificent royal hands
before
i
depart your wonderful presence
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 4:23 AM UTC
Words expeditious, forward, plain.
Intently I contemplate words unheard by even you, the speaker. You, the playwright. You, your only concern.
My lips move, as if a part of your play.
My thoughts, seemingly adjacent to yours capture fleeting moments of your attention, elusive as it is.
You, so focused. You, so certain.
I feel loneliest here, with my thoughts, the unseen appendage;
Thoughts, as a phantom limb.
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 6:02 AM UTC