"pusillanimity" poems - Hello Poetry

Urdhva Hastasana Salida del sol. Her paws are bare Ablaze against the black stone heat of the morning stroll Pausing for the last monsoon, whispering Salut? There would not exist consequence for a dampened nose of pusillanimity Carelessly drawn to the astrophysical realm of celestial bodies Illuminating the chivalry once more. We'll sing chansons Oh cabaret! The circumstance and pomp eliding Lavishly rouged lips from sterling glances Exposed by the slow and sultry raise of copper eyes Premeditated, so that they lift in perfect timing Beneath dark lashes to seem accidentally mesmeric. I still lose amethysts They drop from the back of my ears unexpectedly Their plunge of contact against the water Catches my attention but no more Of a thought should surface except to surface The stones from the depths pooling around my ankles. The rain won't drain and hasn't for months She scratches her hair but the pining never stops. I rub her ears so she'll display such an ardor Revealed in company and solitude simultaneously To be weighed and doubted and accepted and declined Beneath the stony gaze of the eyes of a god Swindling a wrinkle in the shower curtain. Alas what a shame it is Besitos aren't quite fancied here. Ne prennent pas garde aux berceaux, Que la main des femmes balance. Puesta del sol.

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Jul 26, 2013

Jul 26, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC

faeri-shankar

Urdhva Hastasana

Urdhva Hastasana Salida del sol. Her paws are bare Ablaze against the black stone heat of the morning stroll Pausing for the last monsoon, whispering Salut? There would not exist consequence for a dampened nose of pusillanimity Carelessly drawn to the astrophysical realm of celestial bodies Illuminating the chivalry once more. We'll sing chansons Oh cabaret! The circumstance and pomp eliding Lavishly rouged lips from sterling glances Exposed by the slow and sultry raise of copper eyes Premeditated, so that they lift in perfect timing Beneath dark lashes to seem accidentally mesmeric. I still lose amethysts They drop from the back of my ears unexpectedly Their plunge of contact against the water Catches my attention but no more Of a thought should surface except to surface The stones from the depths pooling around my ankles. The rain won't drain and hasn't for months She scratches her hair but the pining never stops. I rub her ears so she'll display such an ardor Revealed in company and solitude simultaneously To be weighed and doubted and accepted and declined Beneath the stony gaze of the eyes of a god Swindling a wrinkle in the shower curtain. Alas what a shame it is Besitos aren't quite fancied here. Ne prennent pas garde aux berceaux, Que la main des femmes balance. Puesta del sol.

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External energy of unfocused origins Drawn in and held with nowhere to release Can cause a vessel to explode into nothingness Unleash I preach and beseech To channel and follow through with proper reception Sustaining the flow and fusion in perception Can create a harmonic weave between spirit and body As the mind, the plant from seed of divinity's resurrection Forgetting our practice and purpose in action Hollowing the mighty tree we've reached Will make for the implosion of the heart and mind Desire and satisfaction's meet out of reach Bring it in and carry it deep Let it out and see with eyes wide discern the instruments and follow the melody Relieve yourself of pusillanimity and be your guide Keep it moving Keep it steady Keep your aim

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Sep 13, 2012

Sep 13, 2012 at 3:07 PM UTC

shane-bruter-engisch

Resurrect The Harmony

External energy of unfocused origins Drawn in and held with nowhere to release Can cause a vessel to explode into nothingness Unleash I preach and beseech To channel and follow through with proper reception Sustaining the flow and fusion in perception Can create a harmonic weave between spirit and body As the mind, the plant from seed of divinity's resurrection Forgetting our practice and purpose in action Hollowing the mighty tree we've reached Will make for the implosion of the heart and mind Desire and satisfaction's meet out of reach Bring it in and carry it deep Let it out and see with eyes wide discern the instruments and follow the melody Relieve yourself of pusillanimity and be your guide Keep it moving Keep it steady Keep your aim

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i am a creation for your convenience i exist to adhere to your every desire i am a sculpture of sympathetic nods and words you want to hear i am the shell of your naive and selfish definition of beauty i am your to oppress, to ignore, to beg for i am not human, i am yours to use reliable and spineless

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Feb 28, 2015

Feb 28, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC

chrissy-cosgrove

pusillanimity

i am a creation for your convenience i exist to adhere to your every desire i am a sculpture of sympathetic nods and words you want to hear i am the shell of your naive and selfish definition of beauty i am your to oppress, to ignore, to beg for i am not human, i am yours to use reliable and spineless

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contumacious imagery, amorous intensity, prostitution of the heart, beating off the chart. a brush of fingertips, aching for the whisper of lips, quicksand stare, vulnerable and bare. delicate pusillanimity, accenting my pulmonary timidity ,hemorrhage of thought, words of devotion wrought. closure to desperation, surrendering upon inclination, innocence tainted by pain, tears cleverly disguised as rain. intoxicating appetite for sensation, hesitation forcing isolation, my attatchment never satiated, my soul emaciated. jilted girl am i, you are the apple of my eye, with you i am besot, ,my adoration not forgot.

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Oct 18, 2011

Oct 18, 2011 at 6:32 AM UTC

ashley-grace-blaylock

la belle dame

contumacious imagery, amorous intensity, prostitution of the heart, beating off the chart. a brush of fingertips, aching for the whisper of lips, quicksand stare, vulnerable and bare. delicate pusillanimity, accenting my pulmonary timidity ,hemorrhage of thought, words of devotion wrought. closure to desperation, surrendering upon inclination, innocence tainted by pain, tears cleverly disguised as rain. intoxicating appetite for sensation, hesitation forcing isolation, my attatchment never satiated, my soul emaciated. jilted girl am i, you are the apple of my eye, with you i am besot, ,my adoration not forgot.

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In the coldness and the dark Emptiness, existance stark Not so much as a tiny spark Unable to utter one remark The emptiness of this void Where mind and spirit are destroyed Where despair is there deployed Leaves you feeling paranoid To all you call humanity Ends now your affinity Leaving you in calamity And pusillanimity Never from this place to move Stuck forever in this groove Never goodness to reprove Of your wellness none behoove Lost to you are faith and hope As if pulled out by a rope You not knowing how to cope In the blackness vainly ***** And although you loudly cry No one seems to even try To lend you aid though nearby All so simple but then why? In you're every waking thought A hopeless end that comes to nought In a web seems to be caught All the joy that you forgot Out of the darkness of your fear ****** your mind of any cheer Keenly edged and oh so near It seems to you to be so dear In this place of blackest mire Death becomes your sole desire As you begin to slowly tire Of all the things you did admire What would I do to be free? End the life given me? In this state I seem to see No way to prosperity

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Dec 10, 2012

Dec 10, 2012 at 5:37 AM UTC

mike-west

Depression

In the coldness and the dark Emptiness, existance stark Not so much as a tiny spark Unable to utter one remark The emptiness of this void Where mind and spirit are destroyed Where despair is there deployed Leaves you feeling paranoid To all you call humanity Ends now your affinity Leaving you in calamity And pusillanimity Never from this place to move Stuck forever in this groove Never goodness to reprove Of your wellness none behoove Lost to you are faith and hope As if pulled out by a rope You not knowing how to cope In the blackness vainly ***** And although you loudly cry No one seems to even try To lend you aid though nearby All so simple but then why? In you're every waking thought A hopeless end that comes to nought In a web seems to be caught All the joy that you forgot Out of the darkness of your fear ****** your mind of any cheer Keenly edged and oh so near It seems to you to be so dear In this place of blackest mire Death becomes your sole desire As you begin to slowly tire Of all the things you did admire What would I do to be free? End the life given me? In this state I seem to see No way to prosperity

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The Games we play This is not an English poem, the fear of showing emotion, look at my stiff upper lip, wrapping words of love in cotton wool. The truth is, my Dear, I don't care for you, but my cowardice is a deep river so profound I can't come and say: I don't love you anymore. Flowers sent, the ring I gave was out of pity and guilt hoped you would sense the chill behind the gift and frigidity of feeling. Under a cloud of pusillanimity, we'll wed, live near a hairdresser salon for you, and a park bench of Autumnal leaves, for me. Unbridgeable the distance between us, I will go on dreaming, and you will scream at, my passivity till there is no reason left, the useless wind brings no seed to replant. This is how it will end because I lack the gut to say simply. “I don't love you anymore.”

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Aug 27, 2017

Aug 27, 2017 at 6:07 AM UTC

jan-oskar-hansen

the games of marriage

The Games we play This is not an English poem, the fear of showing emotion, look at my stiff upper lip, wrapping words of love in cotton wool. The truth is, my Dear, I don't care for you, but my cowardice is a deep river so profound I can't come and say: I don't love you anymore. Flowers sent, the ring I gave was out of pity and guilt hoped you would sense the chill behind the gift and frigidity of feeling. Under a cloud of pusillanimity, we'll wed, live near a hairdresser salon for you, and a park bench of Autumnal leaves, for me. Unbridgeable the distance between us, I will go on dreaming, and you will scream at, my passivity till there is no reason left, the useless wind brings no seed to replant. This is how it will end because I lack the gut to say simply. “I don't love you anymore.”

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Secret, all the world's a secret All the world's a whisper game Sometimes I wonder about all the Things that people never say The king who murdered for the crown The queen who drove him to the deed The rook who speaks no words and only To the lonely seems to scream The bishop's shadow of a doubt The knight's pusillanimity The little pawn who'd wear that crown And wreak her vengeance as the queen Secret, all the world's a secret All the world's a whisper game Whence and whither Hie thee hither To the king without a name

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC

cielnoir

Unnamed

Secret, all the world's a secret All the world's a whisper game Sometimes I wonder about all the Things that people never say The king who murdered for the crown The queen who drove him to the deed The rook who speaks no words and only To the lonely seems to scream The bishop's shadow of a doubt The knight's pusillanimity The little pawn who'd wear that crown And wreak her vengeance as the queen Secret, all the world's a secret All the world's a whisper game Whence and whither Hie thee hither To the king without a name

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The Non-Subliminal Criminal High Priest of Hypocrisy The Diplomat of Draft Dodgery The Great Example of Paying Test-Takers The Loudmouth of Wealthy Fakery The Main Proof of Miseducation The Nanocrat of Non-Payment Potentate of *********** Sultan of **** Patronage The Grand Poobah of Poopoo The Big Wheel of Blather The Salesman of Bull-puckey High Lama of Skullduggery The Master Purveyor of Inaccuracies The Pride of Misrepresentation The Scion of Misdirection and Nepotism. The Black Knight of Spite. The Grand Lizard of Hate and Bigotry The Fomenter of Torment. The Master of Catastrophe The Master of the Quick Disaster The Worshipper of War by Proxy The Lover of Lies and Liars The Promiser of Pusillanimity The Handmaiden of Bribery The Worshipper of Massive Greed The Purchaser of Fake News The Dandy With Unseen Clothes. The Undead Ghost of the Capitol The Horrible Haunt of the Presidency The Embodiment of Embarrassment. The Shamelessness of Gross Shuckery.

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Mar 15, 2018

Mar 15, 2018 at 6:11 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

WHAT'S IN A NAME?

The Non-Subliminal Criminal High Priest of Hypocrisy The Diplomat of Draft Dodgery The Great Example of Paying Test-Takers The Loudmouth of Wealthy Fakery The Main Proof of Miseducation The Nanocrat of Non-Payment Potentate of *********** Sultan of **** Patronage The Grand Poobah of Poopoo The Big Wheel of Blather The Salesman of Bull-puckey High Lama of Skullduggery The Master Purveyor of Inaccuracies The Pride of Misrepresentation The Scion of Misdirection and Nepotism. The Black Knight of Spite. The Grand Lizard of Hate and Bigotry The Fomenter of Torment. The Master of Catastrophe The Master of the Quick Disaster The Worshipper of War by Proxy The Lover of Lies and Liars The Promiser of Pusillanimity The Handmaiden of Bribery The Worshipper of Massive Greed The Purchaser of Fake News The Dandy With Unseen Clothes. The Undead Ghost of the Capitol The Horrible Haunt of the Presidency The Embodiment of Embarrassment. The Shamelessness of Gross Shuckery.

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