"luculent" poems - Hello Poetry

When we met, love Obnubilated me. I became bananas about you. I wanted to be luculent. Just to be Pauciliquent. I however felt like a blatherskite. You probably thought I was a glaikit. Did I sound like a meacock instead? If so, it’s due to kakorrhaphiophobia. I might have operose my feelings. Did it seem like I wanna mamaguy you? You behaved like a frondeur. Your callipygian body looked extramundane. Your hair looked ulitichous. Did you feel like I lusted your Callipygian shape? I foresaw a love that won’t flatline. If it does, it will be eucatastrophe. Now we’re together, I’m disenthrall from Misogamy. You’re a deipnosophist and a mixologist. I’m edcious. To keep you happy, I share a boffola. To me, love felt like a Humdudgeon.

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Apr 10, 2018

Apr 10, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC

Kideo4life

When we met (using rare & unused words).

When we met, love Obnubilated me. I became bananas about you. I wanted to be luculent. Just to be Pauciliquent. I however felt like a blatherskite. You probably thought I was a glaikit. Did I sound like a meacock instead? If so, it’s due to kakorrhaphiophobia. I might have operose my feelings. Did it seem like I wanna mamaguy you? You behaved like a frondeur. Your callipygian body looked extramundane. Your hair looked ulitichous. Did you feel like I lusted your Callipygian shape? I foresaw a love that won’t flatline. If it does, it will be eucatastrophe. Now we’re together, I’m disenthrall from Misogamy. You’re a deipnosophist and a mixologist. I’m edcious. To keep you happy, I share a boffola. To me, love felt like a Humdudgeon.

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Sitting in the quiet pulchritude, In limerence, I am drenched, Luculent from head to foot. Watching people gallivanting - Some agathist, impavid with life, In eucatastrophe, they are. The lollylags and misantrophic, Dillydallying with humdudgeon. The rugrats in constant bumfuzzle; Stroking their rumpots are the drunk, A man and a woman, and a bingle, Then a belgard was exchanged. No noise, just music in my ears; No argle-bargle of the blatherskite; No conniption from old hag. No need to absquatulate, Just enjoy the quiet festivities. Tiny hairs on my arms stood on end, As I felt the wind surround me. What a beauty this place is, The hoddy-noddies took for granted. Melancholy, serenity, strangely nostalgic. Pictures of the past and the future, Disembogue, delivered from my head. All this images ensorcell me, over and over, With a final intake of breath and a shudder, I took in the picture, forever encapsulated in my mind.

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Dec 2, 2015

Dec 2, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC

jielyn-cerlette-lopez

The beautiful people of the busy High Street

Sitting in the quiet pulchritude, In limerence, I am drenched, Luculent from head to foot. Watching people gallivanting - Some agathist, impavid with life, In eucatastrophe, they are. The lollylags and misantrophic, Dillydallying with humdudgeon. The rugrats in constant bumfuzzle; Stroking their rumpots are the drunk, A man and a woman, and a bingle, Then a belgard was exchanged. No noise, just music in my ears; No argle-bargle of the blatherskite; No conniption from old hag. No need to absquatulate, Just enjoy the quiet festivities. Tiny hairs on my arms stood on end, As I felt the wind surround me. What a beauty this place is, The hoddy-noddies took for granted. Melancholy, serenity, strangely nostalgic. Pictures of the past and the future, Disembogue, delivered from my head. All this images ensorcell me, over and over, With a final intake of breath and a shudder, I took in the picture, forever encapsulated in my mind.

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The rain stopped from pouring But my heart isn't from beating You may not hear it in your distance But I'll tell you loud and clear the confession it wants "Adoration of truth I have inside. Yes, you are true, loving you like how fountains flow deep and wide."

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Sep 29, 2018

Sep 29, 2018 at 5:12 AM UTC

nekoline

Luculent

The rain stopped from pouring But my heart isn't from beating You may not hear it in your distance But I'll tell you loud and clear the confession it wants "Adoration of truth I have inside. Yes, you are true, loving you like how fountains flow deep and wide."

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