"logophile" poems
I am a logophile. A lover of words.
I love words. Language. The way sentences can be constructed and broken down. How you can persuade, intimidate, bribe, barter, bully, influence, tempt, and so on. I love poetry. Slang. Lyrics. Quotes. Phrases. I love the pronunciation of words. The way we can read between the lines. How we can distinguish "Okay" from "ok." from "Kay:)" from "k.". How some words can send shivers down your spine, be it from how they're worded to how they're spoken to who spoke them to what meaning it holds. I love the quiver of the lip when someone says something that hurts. The stammer, the raw emotion, the shake in their voice, the tears that swell up in their eyes.
And I love words even more
when they come from your mouth.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
I'm madly in love with words, but they can be as meaningful or as meaningless as you want them to be - like rain or blood. Maybe that's why.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
what's the word for finding something
you never even knew you were missing
for meeting someone you have always known
is there a word for the feeling I get when you touch me
where nostalgia, goosebumps, and home collide
you are grey as cumulus nimbus
your rain brings out every color of my rainbow
we will dance under darkened skies
kiss on moonlit lakes
love loudly through looks of lust
slow play, silent smirks, poetry
you are an expert at words
your tongue is gold
soft and smooth
your words touch my veins
so tell me, love, what is the word
for the feeling of infinity
that I see when I look at you?
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
L-Logical; you've always been level headed and very smart. Every since I first met you, you have been able to apply logic to almost every situation.
O-Omniana; totally explains our friendship. Our friendship is filled with random things, random memories and random experiences.
V- Vivacious; you are so lively. The time I spend with you, weather it be Skype or phone call, it is never dull.
E-Exquisite; those words you speak, they're oh so beautiful. Your voice is my lullaby.
L-Logophile; a lover of words. Really that's all we can be. It is our only form of communication.
Y-Yerk; drawing tight or to bind. We've been bound by the phone lines in the sky. They must carry so many messages everyday. Back and forth; from me to you.
H.T
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 11:39 PM UTC
Eyes closed.
Darkness envelopes my mind.
Under my eyelids letters dance,
join and create.
Like two lovers seeking through caresses
these letters form and culminate in words.
Sensuous sentences slip into my mind,
like a lover slips under a sheet.
Tumbling together writhing for space,
imagery, sentences and truth spill out.
Caressing my eyes with beauty
these words combine and come to being.
Hot need is found in the words.
Love, addiction, fear and hope.
Like a life borne out of love
poetry is made.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
I am a writer.
Words are my life.
I am an autodidactic logophile.
I can not help
but practice my passion
and seek to avenge my passion defiled.
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
THE POET IS AWAKE AT NIGHT
HER PENCIL SPEWS OUT PAIN AND FRIGHT
A GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP IS OFTEN RARE
WAKE HER TOMORROW IF YOU DARE
THE PAIN IS RAGING, COUNT TO TEN
ERASE IT ALL AND START AGAIN
A FEW MORE WORDS, YOUNG LOGOPHILE
THE TORMENT ONLY LASTS A WHILE
THE LYRICS FROM HER SHATTERED HEART
THE SEAS OF DULLNESS SEEM TO PART
HER BODY AND HER HEART GROW COLD
SHE HOPES THE AUDIENCE IS SOLD
THE POET IS AWAKE AT NIGHT
HER PENCIL SPEWS OUT PAIN AND FRIGHT
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC
Fellow logophiles,
let us grab the silk and stitch
the words.
For we have that power
to move the Heaven and
Earth.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 7:20 AM UTC
Beautiful words
Lush words
Unique words.
Long words.
Masterfully wielded words
They caress my ears
They kiss my lips
They are ****** in my mouth.
They tangle on my tongue.
They spill out of you
and into me.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
I used to run through the street
But now Covid-19 is running through it
I could call this afreet
But this is a virus, not a demon in Arabian and Muslim mythology
Here and there, you hear complains of fever, dry cough, and tiredness, that’s vexatious
All we can do now is to kneel down to The Most High to work his miraculous
I have faith he will hear our bloodcurdling screams as we’re frightened by this virus, it’s obnoxious
This virus is nothing but infectious
And it loves people with health complications like Aids on promiscuous
When it comes to killing, this virus is second to nothing
It can’t be compared to Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis
Og, now you think of electrophotomicrographically?
You being a logophile but this is a virus, not a terminology
This virus doesn’t know the human value
It throws them on deathbed like a coin of low value
This is not a boffola either but a bobsy-die
This virus is comminatory that doesn’t need comess
If this was a person could be a super-star artist with his works in Albertopolis
But this is a virus that is devastating and malicious
Its complications increase with seniority, and that makes it amphibology
It takes on the world in a circuitous thus why I call it anfractuous
Covid-19 has world’s economy in *******
But soon The Highest will have this virus in the shellacking
Until it collapses
It’s about time it teetering
Though the government thinks we’re gullible
This why they told us they have it under control but it is still looming
The medicine is still in its trial stage
And it comes with debilitating side effects
There is a possibility of another wave to come
We have to adhere to doctors’ guidance before it hit us
So let’s isolate
To avoid incubation
And self-quarantine
Before Covid-19 finished our generation
And practice social distance
To save our nation
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 5:19 PM UTC
Being a rhapsodic (intensely emotional)creature, both gullus(bold and daring)and habil(deft and skillful).You strive for dehydropiandrosterone (achievement of full potential)in your movements,and not expressing with coprolatia's (swear words). You refine yourself to be punurgic(able and ready to do anything)in your actions. You listen for euphonious(pleasing soft words),hopping always to not divigate(stray or digress)to what you are to become, a biblioclasm(spiritual creature) in your spirit. You are never gasconade (extravagantly boosting)in your words. But alas your neogenesis(production of knowledge )is you're falter point (stumbling point). Your forehanded(prudent or thrifty)with your language and badot(silly) in feeling, but blive(right away)in your movements. Your actions are never abscitious(additional) but the pother (fuss) you give life can be an apple knocker)ignorant or unsophisticated) and it comes to you very padsticks(very easy). Hold your kenspeck(view of one's self)to heart. Be a adroaphile (man lover)in life ,and you're always ensorcell(fascinated by someone)in man kind. Take care you might become accismus(into the opposite). Hold aponia(bodily pain at bay),and always be self mindful to never Express your arcasia (lack of self control). Becase with this will be your downfall, and but as well never be forgetful of the past for this for to previse the pain(look into the future). Blively (write away) in the intermediate and live life with an abstract vision of truth. Always remember you will never achieve a pedocock( a valve to reduce pressure) ever if you don't go to your favorite ways, being an vagarious( unpredictable behavior) rhapsodic in you motions. Remember they can watch you with their argus eye(hawks eyes)and leave you natation(swimming)in your Beoetian (dull) life. Always live life with a logomachy(a discussion of words)going,for with this comes success.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 7:50 AM UTC
Cloud, sky and the rainbow's high up
But my pain is above you
I am hurt I told you..
Candles you might say that
Go gonna make me feel glad
But the light of relief, someone already blew
I am hurt, I told you
I am a logophile
So the books were in a pile
Each word wanted to embrace me
To break my silence, they knew
I am hurt, I told you
Leaves and flowers
For me they were blissful showers
But the orchids lost its hue
Just like before, in old, I saw nothing new
I am hurt, I told you
Time seemed liar
It laughed on my desire
Never thought that I may end my time
For it, my ballad was satire
I don't know, what to do
I am hurt, I told you
So the sky grew bright at night
Stars greeted me to fight
And the candles lit up once again
And words somewhat described my pain
Leaves became old and flowers
Entered my books and novels
And the time whispered in a soft tune
"You are strong, I told you".
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 9:35 PM UTC
I comport myself with quiet pridefulness,
plus intellectual whimsy
aware that "FAKE" pretentiousness,
could be mistaken foreign egotistical vitae
furthering, feathering and figuratively
undermining jestingly,
poetically, and zealously
oozing, gushing, bubbling over
with faux snobbish suave re:
pulse sieve literary fatuous
haughtiness, and ludicrous narcissistic pre
ning all the while chuckling to me
self, and indifferent if
some anonymous browser
with Dutchman's breeches rolled up
upon cresting wave over Zyder Zee
disparages mine harmless
badinage, hence if ye
might qualify as such nitpicker,
who doth cavil - dee
crying wading thru
quagmire of verbiage,
a gentle reply to thee
might be more wise to turn energy
toward, how in many another country
the village people haint so free
spouting, sporting, and spoiling,
vis a vis intellectual sparring
(albeit innocent) black
barbs hatch chee
ving, and raising urgent
attention against he
(who **** squelching
constitutional rights) re:
pressing, rescinding, reviling,
et cetera access toward key
underpinnings within these fifty
constituent United States
of America beckon alacrity
for obliging citizens across
all points of the compass to alee
v8 his indiscriminate flee
sing, sans bedrock nation could tee
tear on the brink of calamity,
which political plug quite inadequate
to staunch hemorrhaging, viz upending
many a sacred liberty,
and foo to you reprimanding
against any agree
gee us objection to pen about polly lee
ticks and/or religion!
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC
Nope reforming hardened criminal donning
scarred face, manacles jailhouse stripe, et cetera
nor taming screwish incorrigible guttersnipe
ain't most difficult enterprises
entailing me to wipe
dripping sweat from my hoary brow,
neither primary tsoris,
(i.e. Yiddish, asper in woeful gripe),
but reading tome thick as stovepipe
hat, I declare constitutes most grueling task
paging thru compendium of words A thru Z
may rank less purposeful than bovine tripe.
not surprisingly causing mine gray matter
(more'n fifty shades), to wanna up and scatter
fist size shot thru unnecessarily subjected
to feel like oversaturated blatter
vehemently aggrieved mad as a hatter
to appease, boost and flatter
ever shrinking fanbase blithely bandying
faux poetic pitter patter
trumpeting expansive vocabulary
enlivened, leavened, seasoned... smatter
ring poem to expressive affinity
how bajillion combinations
twenty six letters one can splatter
casually incorporating multisyllabic
word such as sesquipedalian
less to boast more so to chatter
up food for thought perhaps...
infect reader to accrue fatter
vocabulary than mine
actually rather paltry yoke cant argue
yukon (albeit figuratively) tatter
with little effort hen even
offer as hors d'oeuvres
to this storied scribbling wildcatter.
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC