"grandiloquence" poems
Art is a beautiful thing. It portrays the deep emotions of the heart when words elude the tongue. It speaks when the grandiloquence of words lose their flavor. Suffused with hope and angst, art creates vibrancy in a black-and-white world.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
The summer roars in, but why do the leaves fall?
This is the season of the spring,
and the flowers revel in their grandiloquence of colour
but right outside the window where you and I lay
studying for hours on end,
there is a tree that sheds its yellow leaves
speaking of an epoch of time where once it was young and all green
and then I think of you and me;
how the summer is tunnelling through the happiness
that beset our lives right now and we are sedated.
I walk with you for miles and talk with you along the way
and we skip over one topic to another,
as if we were making our own house of cards.
I eat with you everyday, and you let me be with you;
Just like that yellow-leaves-shedding tree,
I wonder if what we have will one day tumble into oblivion
and I will only have memories of you on my phone
and in my heart that then might ache.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC
I cannot love you
You, a poet like me
For I fear your poetry
As much as I fear mine
Words will flow inevitably
The current is impossible to defy
The current we shall not defy
Because we live to write and we write to live
Time will be spent not through creating memories
But by attempts to create impeccable metaphors
And instead of holding each other's hand
We'd be gripping pens for dear life
There would be smiles and laughter
But more of screams and groans
Out of frustration, of exasperation
We live to write and we write to live
I foresee a competition, commencing unannounced
After making love, we shall draw our swords out
Joined by passionate fire, now we shall turn away
And make each other bleed each other's name
Your eyes are the moon illuminating my night
My smile is a hundred suns on your vast sky
Our love shall be immortalized in words
But our hearts shall be left in ruins
For your scarlet wildfires will contest my sky blue ice
And my apathetic ice will envelop your vivacious seas
Your enraged seas will swallow my tranquil lands
And my ambitious lands will reach your unreachable skies
We will spew verses and scribble stanzas some more
Crumple countless papers and waste bottles of ink
Our grandiloquence is what brought us together
But our different styles would escort us to the end
We are poets, we do what poets do best
Poets may love but poets are made to write
We live to write and we write to live
We shall not live for each other and let each other live
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC
Behold, but let it nay an impediment
Be, beauteous babe, my faltering lip,
Because grandiloquence is the very flip
Side, save on the spur of the moment,
Of love; neither my pausing mouth
Consider which seemingly lacks fancy gait
And uttereth its words haltingly straight
Like a verily soaked clumsy lager lout.
Though my solemn tongue pauses, perfect peach,
The lines of my love do make a sublime speech.
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 9:24 AM UTC
There are, dear daughter, oceans between us
(At your insistence, though I say this without rancor)
A buffer from the memories of our sad antics,
Pottery reduced to shards, doors slammed in such a manner
That the very jambs ached in regret,
The hinges wept in the weight of their sadness,
Though the human heart, mapped by its own wan geography,
Is immune to such trifles as mere distance.
We have tarried in foul gardens of sophistry,
Engaged in predictable shows of dramatics,
As if our outbursts can be measured in some calculus
Seeking to ascertain our devotion
In the rending of garments, the shrieking collapse upon the floor,
For it has been revealed to me
That the spectacle of our grand lamentations,
Worn by us like the finest silver-threaded garments,
Are no more than the strutting and preening
Of some noisome, foul peacock.
No, we must accept, indeed embrace, the notion
That our love is as imperfect as our selves,
And that we must approach its altar
Not with grandiloquence and haughty pomp,
But meekly, bearing the simple gift our person
Modestly cloaked in the simple black gown of humility.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
You're a myth, a product of a playful imagination,
A beauty with no trace of imperfection.
You are an angel, disguised as a human sent from above.
Within your presence, I never felt like a flightless dove.
Your character is filled with gallant bravery,
And while in your arms, I feel serenity.
You are magnificent in every single way,
Without you in this world, I have no reasons to stay.
Despite your admirable grandiloquence,
You noticed me when the world was oblivious to my absence.
You ended my lamentations when my world seems blue,
And made it livelier along with numerous vibrant hues.
You are my knight in shining armor,
The love of my life forevermore.
You are my protector, my heart's fervor.
For you are an angel and I'm only human, nothing more.
In this world full of hurt and pain,
You're the one who helped me through the rain.
Slowly as time passed by, a love like a blooming rose began.
No one knew how or why, but to me you're like no other man.
For you are my angel and I, your human.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 7:02 AM UTC
Tonight, I've finally found you.
Your radiant beauty of a hundred summers
Is to me
The crushing despair of a thousand winters
One look at you
And I'm jonesing for a cigarette
One look at him
And his arm around you
And I need a shot of gin
To go with that smoke.
The lamb we ate
Was like broken glass
The salad like weeds
Naturally, I had to have seconds.
It's not fair.
I was already alright.
Having a ball.
And you just had to come ruin it.
Now I'm pining again.
This sliver of a woman
Willowy legs
Billowing auburn hair
Quiet hands
Gliding past
In fluid steps
Breaking bones
With feather touches
Of her eyelashes
Sighing velveteen butterfly kisses
My unspoken adjurations
Meet nothing but the
Silent grandiloquence
Of a raised brow
She will never be mine
So I force a smile
And dream some more.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
If I only had the words
That flowed like all the best
I’d tie you in a knot
of my grandiloquence!
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 4:40 PM UTC
In the desolate valley of ashes,
Where my morose rotting corpse was once laid,
Along the mortal peril and lashes,
To once cheer was present that now has fade.
I knew him within his darkest secrets,
Gallant bravery and grandiloquence;
Along women's ghastly hearts leaving frets,
Reaping none but wonder for his essence.
I yearn for your powerful connection,
Including shunning all things pernicious.
I only long for your dear affection,
For, I've loved you whilst being cautious.
You might have thought I am a deceiver,
Luring your dear heart to a false lover.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
Of two juveniles engrossed each other's hearts.
Where therefore thee an exquisite love awaits,
The velocity of the winds went across and mold a grandeur flow
With the world that's against their tranquil love,
A ravishing tragic begins.
Youngsters who thee behold charm and ethereal presence,
Who seek of pure love in such of an innocence.
The total madness of the air entered their silent souls,
The flesh of faith remarked the comprising truth.
The pleasure of no grandiloquence but with nothing to forestall.
Stared at the windows of their souls,
And a flamboyant heartbeat was born.
Of thousand nights that detained two lovers,
Shallow and deep words were uttered before.
No one can cease their hearts all alone.
Oh love, not eradicated by the broken winds and fiery wounds,
An intense merge of faith of thee I know was true indeed.
To love showed transparency of the world they could not know.
How are they supposed to pass these through?
And of a hombre who took his best all along and will always prove.
Who knows of their love that exists?
Exists in a cloistered world where no one shall deplete
Neither of them was a catalyst and both just cherished memories.
No art of atrocity was privileged.
An unmitigatedly deprived love was opt to be conquered.
To the cycle of this tragic love,
Made a quest of a lifetime where no one broke the chains of thee.
With blood, sweat, and tears,
Of galaxies they thought would collapse beneath the scarcely theme.
'Till death do they part.
Their souls were dead right before their naked eyes have seen,
The immersed blood of vengeance remained at the state of a deafening silence,
The living ghosts crashed their nightmares and killed themselves because of an intense love they always prevail.
Now one day, beside the heaven they seek
Death brought them back together and in the name of love their fate was written in their blood forever.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
some sanctioned grandiloquence
and what i actually write
fight one another
for height in this blight of a hierarchy.
in other words, they are ****
i want you to feel something,
even if it is negative.
you would be surprised at what is combustible.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC