"knavish" poems - Hello Poetry

if words are food for the mind, then here is a glimpse of mine if words are drugs for the brain, then here is why i'm so pained. abandoned, abhorrent abnormal, absent abstract, abuse addicted, anxious betray, bitterly blank, blasphemy bloodless, breakdown breathless, brutal captive, casually catastrophe, cautiously change, cigarettes crucial, clueless damaged, dangerous deadly, disastrous disheartened, disconcerting dramatic, dreading eager, eccentric ecstasy, eerie effete, effortless embittered, excess faded, failure faintly, fallacy faltering, fatally fearfully, finally garbage, gawky gibberish, gloomy gone, goodbye graphic, gratify hallucinate, harshly hazy, heartless hectic, helpless hesitant, hit-and-miss idiotic, idly ignorant, intimacy illogical, imaginative infatuated, intoxicated jealousy, jittery journey, journal joylessly, judicial junk, juvenile keen, killing knavish, knocking knockout, knotty knowingly, knowledge laborious, lacking lame, languishing lifeless, literature lovelorn, lugubrious madness, maintenance make-believe, malaise mean, melancholic mellow, melodramatic naff, naivety nameless, naturally nauseous, nebulous neglected, nervous oasis, objectionable obliged, obliterate oblivion, obscurity obsolete, one-and-only pacifist, pained pale, panicky paradise, paralyze passionately, passively raging, ranting rationalize, raving realistic, reasonable rebellious, reckless saboteur, sadness sake, sameness sanity, satisfactory scar, steady taint, tangled tasteless, tearful telling, temperamental terror, theoretical unaffected, uncanny uncommon, unconsciously undesirable, uneasy unfortunate, untidy vaguely, vanish vanity, vanquish versatile, vicious violence, voracious waiting, waking walkout, wanting wasteful, weary withering, wrecking if words are food for the mind, then you've seen a glimpse of mine if words are drugs for the brain, then no wonder i'm so pained. -djs

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Aug 5, 2013

Aug 5, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC

djs

a glimpse of my mind

if words are food for the mind, then here is a glimpse of mine if words are drugs for the brain, then here is why i'm so pained. abandoned, abhorrent abnormal, absent abstract, abuse addicted, anxious betray, bitterly blank, blasphemy bloodless, breakdown breathless, brutal captive, casually catastrophe, cautiously change, cigarettes crucial, clueless damaged, dangerous deadly, disastrous disheartened, disconcerting dramatic, dreading eager, eccentric ecstasy, eerie effete, effortless embittered, excess faded, failure faintly, fallacy faltering, fatally fearfully, finally garbage, gawky gibberish, gloomy gone, goodbye graphic, gratify hallucinate, harshly hazy, heartless hectic, helpless hesitant, hit-and-miss idiotic, idly ignorant, intimacy illogical, imaginative infatuated, intoxicated jealousy, jittery journey, journal joylessly, judicial junk, juvenile keen, killing knavish, knocking knockout, knotty knowingly, knowledge laborious, lacking lame, languishing lifeless, literature lovelorn, lugubrious madness, maintenance make-believe, malaise mean, melancholic mellow, melodramatic naff, naivety nameless, naturally nauseous, nebulous neglected, nervous oasis, objectionable obliged, obliterate oblivion, obscurity obsolete, one-and-only pacifist, pained pale, panicky paradise, paralyze passionately, passively raging, ranting rationalize, raving realistic, reasonable rebellious, reckless saboteur, sadness sake, sameness sanity, satisfactory scar, steady taint, tangled tasteless, tearful telling, temperamental terror, theoretical unaffected, uncanny uncommon, unconsciously undesirable, uneasy unfortunate, untidy vaguely, vanish vanity, vanquish versatile, vicious violence, voracious waiting, waking walkout, wanting wasteful, weary withering, wrecking if words are food for the mind, then you've seen a glimpse of mine if words are drugs for the brain, then no wonder i'm so pained. -djs

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Old goatherds swear how all night long they hear The warning whirr and burring of the bird Who wakes with darkness and till dawn works hard Vampiring dry of milk each great goat udder. Moon full, moon dark, the chary dairy farmer Dreams that his fattest cattle dwindle, fevered By claw-cuts of the Goatsucker, alias Devil-bird, Its eye, flashlit, a chip of ruby fire. So fables say the Goatsucker moves, masked from men's sight In an ebony air, on wings of witch cloth, Well-named, ill-famed a knavish fly-by-night, Yet it never milked any goat, nor dealt cow death And shadows only--cave-mouth bristle beset-- Cockchafers and the wan, green luna moth.

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Sylvia Plath

Goatsucker

Old goatherds swear how all night long they hear The warning whirr and burring of the bird Who wakes with darkness and till dawn works hard Vampiring dry of milk each great goat udder. Moon full, moon dark, the chary dairy farmer Dreams that his fattest cattle dwindle, fevered By claw-cuts of the Goatsucker, alias Devil-bird, Its eye, flashlit, a chip of ruby fire. So fables say the Goatsucker moves, masked from men's sight In an ebony air, on wings of witch cloth, Well-named, ill-famed a knavish fly-by-night, Yet it never milked any goat, nor dealt cow death And shadows only--cave-mouth bristle beset-- Cockchafers and the wan, green luna moth.

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Why the **** is there all this disdain for varied techniques? So what if I like altered guitar tunings? Sorry that all my guitars are in D Standard or drop C. Yes, even the ******* Classical guitar. *I never meant to inconvenience you, your Eminent Prestige!* Maybe it's a problem on thy knavish behalf that you can't cope with variation within the Sacred realm of Art. Don't ******* tell me what to do or how to do it. Don't ******* tell me my approach to my Art is wrong. Don't ******* crawl to me when you want to learn how it's done and I won't say I ******* told you so when you confess your perspective lacks variety. I will still teach you, though, that is, if you will listen. I will still teach you, though, if, indeed, I can. I will still teach you, though, but only if you can teach me, too. I will still learn from you despite your rigid adherence to traditionalism. I will still learn from you if you don't ******* condescend me about how I decide to do it about how it feels most natural about what I like or why; just ******* deal with it like a true Artist; accept it and bask in it, that everyone's technique is unique. Besides, be it not that very variation that lends itself to the plethora of Art that has been, could be, and will be made? Be it not that very variation that leads a school of thought away from being so incestuous that it kills itself off? Be it not that very variation which makes Democracy feasible? If Art be neither democratic or anarchic, then I guess I'm no Artist. Just ******* deal with it. If you can't: then shut the **** up, and let us, who can deal with it, just ******* do it.

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Apr 23, 2014

Apr 23, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC

Anubis-the-Philosomancer

Art [Prose/Rant]

Why the **** is there all this disdain for varied techniques? So what if I like altered guitar tunings? Sorry that all my guitars are in D Standard or drop C. Yes, even the ******* Classical guitar. *I never meant to inconvenience you, your Eminent Prestige!* Maybe it's a problem on thy knavish behalf that you can't cope with variation within the Sacred realm of Art. Don't ******* tell me what to do or how to do it. Don't ******* tell me my approach to my Art is wrong. Don't ******* crawl to me when you want to learn how it's done and I won't say I ******* told you so when you confess your perspective lacks variety. I will still teach you, though, that is, if you will listen. I will still teach you, though, if, indeed, I can. I will still teach you, though, but only if you can teach me, too. I will still learn from you despite your rigid adherence to traditionalism. I will still learn from you if you don't ******* condescend me about how I decide to do it about how it feels most natural about what I like or why; just ******* deal with it like a true Artist; accept it and bask in it, that everyone's technique is unique. Besides, be it not that very variation that lends itself to the plethora of Art that has been, could be, and will be made? Be it not that very variation that leads a school of thought away from being so incestuous that it kills itself off? Be it not that very variation which makes Democracy feasible? If Art be neither democratic or anarchic, then I guess I'm no Artist. Just ******* deal with it. If you can't: then shut the **** up, and let us, who can deal with it, just ******* do it.

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Elvish is my name The strain of an elf Like an elvish mystic A Tolkien fantasy From the middle-earth Lays the knavish Of the dancing elves

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Apr 24, 2017

Apr 24, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC

leenyka

Pure is Sindarin

Elvish is my name The strain of an elf Like an elvish mystic A Tolkien fantasy From the middle-earth Lays the knavish Of the dancing elves

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A picture may be worth a thousand words But none of them adore you. Wicked and malicious Dark and fiendish Knavish and swarthy Luckily words are empty And actions are temporary But a shredded image can go a long way.

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Feb 16, 2019

Feb 16, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC

AmyC

Polaroid

A picture may be worth a thousand words But none of them adore you. Wicked and malicious Dark and fiendish Knavish and swarthy Luckily words are empty And actions are temporary But a shredded image can go a long way.

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A is for anything to end this suffering B is for broken, breaking like my fragile state C is for careful, cautious of these eggshells D is for disaster, destruction of what we had E is for empty, emotionless cries in the night F is for false, fake like the lies we tell ourselves G is for grief, grieving not over the dead but mistakes H is for horrible, hatred the purest of black I is for insanity, insomnia plaguing my sleep J is for jaded, just lacking in many emotional departments K is for knavish, kiddish behaviour I exemplify L is for lost, losing faith, happiness and you M is for mistakes, monster at heart and in action N is for nonsensical, never-ending O is for officious, obnoxious demeanour and persona P is for pathetic, powerless to make the right moves Q is for quitter, quick to leave and walk away R is for resentment, relationships aren't for men like me T is for turmoil, turbulence beneath the wings of trouble U is for understatement, underestimating V is for violent, vindictive almost as if by nature W is for wishful, waiting for something new X is for xenodochial, but never to those who matter most Y is for youthful, yokelish and distasteful to be around Z is for zany, pertaining to the cause of most problems

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Jul 15, 2016

Jul 15, 2016 at 8:49 PM UTC

sparkticas

A is For...

A is for anything to end this suffering B is for broken, breaking like my fragile state C is for careful, cautious of these eggshells D is for disaster, destruction of what we had E is for empty, emotionless cries in the night F is for false, fake like the lies we tell ourselves G is for grief, grieving not over the dead but mistakes H is for horrible, hatred the purest of black I is for insanity, insomnia plaguing my sleep J is for jaded, just lacking in many emotional departments K is for knavish, kiddish behaviour I exemplify L is for lost, losing faith, happiness and you M is for mistakes, monster at heart and in action N is for nonsensical, never-ending O is for officious, obnoxious demeanour and persona P is for pathetic, powerless to make the right moves Q is for quitter, quick to leave and walk away R is for resentment, relationships aren't for men like me T is for turmoil, turbulence beneath the wings of trouble U is for understatement, underestimating V is for violent, vindictive almost as if by nature W is for wishful, waiting for something new X is for xenodochial, but never to those who matter most Y is for youthful, yokelish and distasteful to be around Z is for zany, pertaining to the cause of most problems

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I have done it, brought myself to pass over. I bleed farewell to my lover, she has hated seeing signs, but best she begin benign and untold untruth undone, her life relieved and vows unsown, I reset, I have done it, ended the line of my inherited sin, the trials and trips my parents did begin, the one and only son they did depend, my blood spills forth funneled as the pen, bad blood bleeds first from within, not to forget. I have done it, grip on your world is fading, I say farewell to my home to trappings of this past and mortal beating, I smile at my release of things, of being unleashed from the peelings, do not fret. I have done it, my fiendish brain is shot on the blue starry wall and blots on this read and written page, let go of ego and thoughts and again forever not spin the vile traitorous plots, nor burn fires of lecher’s knavish fraught, no regrets. I have done it, new eyes cast over the old shell rise from the ashes of a living hell, blood dries whence did well, winds scatter bones to sail, I feel the light call my fast reveille, my fire is set. I have done it, our world before me set right, torch within me shines the light new fire, new blood burns with might of death’s refresh that hath smite the depressed, and risen the phoenix bright, to reincarnate.

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Dec 9, 2014

Dec 9, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC

jordan-lee-mercer

Combustion

I have done it, brought myself to pass over. I bleed farewell to my lover, she has hated seeing signs, but best she begin benign and untold untruth undone, her life relieved and vows unsown, I reset, I have done it, ended the line of my inherited sin, the trials and trips my parents did begin, the one and only son they did depend, my blood spills forth funneled as the pen, bad blood bleeds first from within, not to forget. I have done it, grip on your world is fading, I say farewell to my home to trappings of this past and mortal beating, I smile at my release of things, of being unleashed from the peelings, do not fret. I have done it, my fiendish brain is shot on the blue starry wall and blots on this read and written page, let go of ego and thoughts and again forever not spin the vile traitorous plots, nor burn fires of lecher’s knavish fraught, no regrets. I have done it, new eyes cast over the old shell rise from the ashes of a living hell, blood dries whence did well, winds scatter bones to sail, I feel the light call my fast reveille, my fire is set. I have done it, our world before me set right, torch within me shines the light new fire, new blood burns with might of death’s refresh that hath smite the depressed, and risen the phoenix bright, to reincarnate.

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Catalyst, you are hovering, elegantly chasing the kryptonite of my being. Cajoled helplessly into the sweet heaven of improbable impossibility. Eager to break free from the canopy of a knavish reality. Confused in a different kind of hue that traces the etymology of a word so foreign. Chambered upon a citadel of a kingdom fortressed by shame. Catalyst, have me back my sleep. Echt pain, yet bliss. Catalyst, your effect I will forever keep.

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May 14, 2015

May 14, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC

belyamarie

I.N.E.

Catalyst, you are hovering, elegantly chasing the kryptonite of my being. Cajoled helplessly into the sweet heaven of improbable impossibility. Eager to break free from the canopy of a knavish reality. Confused in a different kind of hue that traces the etymology of a word so foreign. Chambered upon a citadel of a kingdom fortressed by shame. Catalyst, have me back my sleep. Echt pain, yet bliss. Catalyst, your effect I will forever keep.

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