"recreant" poems - Hello Poetry

(To my Friend Henry Irving) The silent room, the heavy creeping shade, The dead that travel fast, the opening door, The murdered brother rising through the floor, The ghost’s white fingers on thy shoulders laid, And then the lonely duel in the glade, The broken swords, the stifled scream, the gore, Thy grand revengeful eyes when all is o’er,— These things are well enough,—but thou wert made For more august creation! frenzied Lear Should at thy bidding wander on the heath With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear Pluck Richard’s recreant dagger from its sheath— Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare’s lips to blow!

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Oscar Wilde

Fabien Dei Franchi

(To my Friend Henry Irving) The silent room, the heavy creeping shade, The dead that travel fast, the opening door, The murdered brother rising through the floor, The ghost’s white fingers on thy shoulders laid, And then the lonely duel in the glade, The broken swords, the stifled scream, the gore, Thy grand revengeful eyes when all is o’er,— These things are well enough,—but thou wert made For more august creation! frenzied Lear Should at thy bidding wander on the heath With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo For thee should lure his love, and desperate fear Pluck Richard’s recreant dagger from its sheath— Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare’s lips to blow!

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So pick up the scissors and cut it the **** out! Then take a stick and knock it the **** off. Alright, all done? Are you ready for a conversation consisting of truth? Or does that concept still, somehow, confuse you? For years I've been fighting a battle with the cowardice in you! And now, after all of it, I have more emotional involvement in my shoe. No, scratch that, not in my shoe... Because that dog **** I stepped in last week, has more integrity than you. Fidelity, do you know what that is? Egregious, do you know that word exists? How about 'low life ***** mother fucker'? Oh, meaning got through. Allow me a moment to adjust my vocabulary for you. You're a coward. A snail. A waste of my time and space. A blister, throbbing pustule on the *** of the human race. You have never been loyal. You're robbing me of my youth. The worst part is, I see myself becoming like you. I admire the way you avoid the subject. The method you use to crawl out of the line of fire. Throwing others in front of the bus so you don't hit the tires. That's right, its all their fault, duh. You really think I'm that ******* stupid, huh? Well. **** you.You're a ****** A ******* class A. A dissapointment, A nebbish, A poltroon, A quitter and recreant. Someone I should have never given a second glace. I mean it. I'd be a liar if I didn't admit. I regret the last four years of this **** I'd be ******* stupid to stick around for more of this. I give your life meaning? Purpose? If that's true I hope you're crushed by my indifference.

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May 6, 2013

May 6, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC

tree-bear

Ode to Hate: Husband

So pick up the scissors and cut it the **** out! Then take a stick and knock it the **** off. Alright, all done? Are you ready for a conversation consisting of truth? Or does that concept still, somehow, confuse you? For years I've been fighting a battle with the cowardice in you! And now, after all of it, I have more emotional involvement in my shoe. No, scratch that, not in my shoe... Because that dog **** I stepped in last week, has more integrity than you. Fidelity, do you know what that is? Egregious, do you know that word exists? How about 'low life ***** mother fucker'? Oh, meaning got through. Allow me a moment to adjust my vocabulary for you. You're a coward. A snail. A waste of my time and space. A blister, throbbing pustule on the *** of the human race. You have never been loyal. You're robbing me of my youth. The worst part is, I see myself becoming like you. I admire the way you avoid the subject. The method you use to crawl out of the line of fire. Throwing others in front of the bus so you don't hit the tires. That's right, its all their fault, duh. You really think I'm that ******* stupid, huh? Well. **** you.You're a ****** A ******* class A. A dissapointment, A nebbish, A poltroon, A quitter and recreant. Someone I should have never given a second glace. I mean it. I'd be a liar if I didn't admit. I regret the last four years of this **** I'd be ******* stupid to stick around for more of this. I give your life meaning? Purpose? If that's true I hope you're crushed by my indifference.

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Lonesome, with sustenance impaired, whispers undeclared, echoed and ensnared, overlooked and unprepared, caught off guard, and truly scared. Considered gone, inanimate, benevolence, inadequate, I self-destruct, in abandonment, my ego, my own antagonist. Recreant, my feet retreat, unable to admit defeat, somber skies, distant concrete, starlight shows abyssal streets. Breezes flurry overhead, strands are stirring 'round my head, my mind’s museful heed misread, wet streams down cheeks of words unsaid. My legs are fixed in place eternally, as sunrise paints the sky so fervently. The night's dark thoughts, an absurdity, as I embrace life, remorsefully free.

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Jun 28, 2013

Jun 28, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC

KyRenn

Probably would have jumped...

Lonesome, with sustenance impaired, whispers undeclared, echoed and ensnared, overlooked and unprepared, caught off guard, and truly scared. Considered gone, inanimate, benevolence, inadequate, I self-destruct, in abandonment, my ego, my own antagonist. Recreant, my feet retreat, unable to admit defeat, somber skies, distant concrete, starlight shows abyssal streets. Breezes flurry overhead, strands are stirring 'round my head, my mind’s museful heed misread, wet streams down cheeks of words unsaid. My legs are fixed in place eternally, as sunrise paints the sky so fervently. The night's dark thoughts, an absurdity, as I embrace life, remorsefully free.

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I want to be fearless. I want to make choices That could turn my life into a mess, But still no care, Because I couldn't care less. I want to have the ability to say "I don't care". I want to do whatever comes to my mind at any moment, And not mind if anyone bothers to stare. This is life, And I'm tired of hiding behind my coward face. Because of it, I was traveling at my slowest pace, Hoping each day to leave this world without a trace. But now I'm done, And I'm leaving the person I once claimed to be behind. I hope that in the end it will have been the real me That has truly won, And not the recreant me, That hopelessly maintained to carry on.

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Mar 7, 2013

Mar 7, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC

courtney-2

Fearless

I want to be fearless. I want to make choices That could turn my life into a mess, But still no care, Because I couldn't care less. I want to have the ability to say "I don't care". I want to do whatever comes to my mind at any moment, And not mind if anyone bothers to stare. This is life, And I'm tired of hiding behind my coward face. Because of it, I was traveling at my slowest pace, Hoping each day to leave this world without a trace. But now I'm done, And I'm leaving the person I once claimed to be behind. I hope that in the end it will have been the real me That has truly won, And not the recreant me, That hopelessly maintained to carry on.

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