"scintillated" poems - Hello Poetry

First time I met her, dimmed and dull my day was Cool and cold she'd been, so scary I needed a pause For some reasons to me, she's intimidating All went on for some time, until we started talking Minutes to hours, to days, to months All of the sudden, I realized it all at once An existence of hers, my day scintillated Every tomorrow from now on are days anticipated.

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Aug 11, 2022

Aug 11, 2022 at 10:56 AM UTC

Linnette

DAYS SCINTILLATED

First time I met her, dimmed and dull my day was Cool and cold she'd been, so scary I needed a pause For some reasons to me, she's intimidating All went on for some time, until we started talking Minutes to hours, to days, to months All of the sudden, I realized it all at once An existence of hers, my day scintillated Every tomorrow from now on are days anticipated.

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In days dead and burried in time, In a very far away enchanted clime, In the mighty kingdom of Nineva Where there fairly shone forever, There once was a strange lonely wood That ever in fairest robes of green stood By the edge of a fair shoreline of pearl, Whose mystery none may tell nor unfurl. For akin to the most effulgent yonder star That forevermore scintillates from afar In a splendiferous novelty golden cluster, So thrice scintillated the gem's luster. And 'tis for this that as we all truly know, All mortals, I say, all mortals of long ago Gravitated from corners of distant lands On the quest for riches by those strands. Once, sweltering was the noontide When upon a violent lonely rolling tide A bunch of desperate pirates were seen Nearing that wood of emerald sheen. In a while, they'd gathered all they could, Leaving not a single gem in the wood. Alas! A wind murmured upon the skies In faint whispers: "Woods have eyes" So muttered all birds - all birds of the air, All creatures in caverns desolate yet fair, All leaves upon strange shadowy trees, And all - all creatures of wild lonely seas. But, despite the looming dark omen, Swifter than plummeting drops of rain, So hastily dashed every single pirate Blindingly minding not about their fate. They raised their silvery sails to take sail But hark! All this - all this was to no avail; For upon the skies no wind was seen To render them across so wide a sea. In a jiffy, louder than birds of the skies All gems whispered, "Woods have eyes." From that moment on, all lost their sight, Doomed never to behold the sun's light. And now, upon those murky restless seas They dost weep but no plea can please, For they were doomed to rove evermore In search of their long forgotten shore. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Kampala, Uganda. 29th.July.2018.

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Jul 29, 2018

Jul 29, 2018 at 4:03 AM UTC

KikodinhoAlexandros

WOODS HAVE EYES

In days dead and burried in time, In a very far away enchanted clime, In the mighty kingdom of Nineva Where there fairly shone forever, There once was a strange lonely wood That ever in fairest robes of green stood By the edge of a fair shoreline of pearl, Whose mystery none may tell nor unfurl. For akin to the most effulgent yonder star That forevermore scintillates from afar In a splendiferous novelty golden cluster, So thrice scintillated the gem's luster. And 'tis for this that as we all truly know, All mortals, I say, all mortals of long ago Gravitated from corners of distant lands On the quest for riches by those strands. Once, sweltering was the noontide When upon a violent lonely rolling tide A bunch of desperate pirates were seen Nearing that wood of emerald sheen. In a while, they'd gathered all they could, Leaving not a single gem in the wood. Alas! A wind murmured upon the skies In faint whispers: "Woods have eyes" So muttered all birds - all birds of the air, All creatures in caverns desolate yet fair, All leaves upon strange shadowy trees, And all - all creatures of wild lonely seas. But, despite the looming dark omen, Swifter than plummeting drops of rain, So hastily dashed every single pirate Blindingly minding not about their fate. They raised their silvery sails to take sail But hark! All this - all this was to no avail; For upon the skies no wind was seen To render them across so wide a sea. In a jiffy, louder than birds of the skies All gems whispered, "Woods have eyes." From that moment on, all lost their sight, Doomed never to behold the sun's light. And now, upon those murky restless seas They dost weep but no plea can please, For they were doomed to rove evermore In search of their long forgotten shore. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Kampala, Uganda. 29th.July.2018.

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it's surreal, the space between sleep and waking the greyzone before the sandman fills our eyes with his sweet poison before they water, saccharine tears welling up and absolving us of sin we forget which secrets are destined to be kept inside; despite earlier inhibitions we decide not to lie and in the morning we regret the things we said we were stars last night we scintillated, we illuminated the bricks around us we brought happiness to the cement we were stars and i was a comet- i fell, but before i hit the ground, i wished for validation; i wanted someone to tell me my sin was okay but i petered out, became watered down and the tidal wave pushed the beach's arms aside- i crashed, and i did not care for the aftermath. i do not wish to see you if you still shine brighter than i- not when i still miss my own light. i apologize for the trickery- i know i said i was fine, but i was falling when you met me.

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Feb 28, 2013

Feb 28, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC

korey-miller-1

do not wish upon broken stars

it's surreal, the space between sleep and waking the greyzone before the sandman fills our eyes with his sweet poison before they water, saccharine tears welling up and absolving us of sin we forget which secrets are destined to be kept inside; despite earlier inhibitions we decide not to lie and in the morning we regret the things we said we were stars last night we scintillated, we illuminated the bricks around us we brought happiness to the cement we were stars and i was a comet- i fell, but before i hit the ground, i wished for validation; i wanted someone to tell me my sin was okay but i petered out, became watered down and the tidal wave pushed the beach's arms aside- i crashed, and i did not care for the aftermath. i do not wish to see you if you still shine brighter than i- not when i still miss my own light. i apologize for the trickery- i know i said i was fine, but i was falling when you met me.

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Smoke scintillated by ***** lights Scent of cheap beer and cigarettes Arms and legs and heads and butts mashed mangled mingling In a space ejecting bravado responding to the auricular bludgeons plucking veins and boiling blood arms and legs flailing like spiders hammered by raindrops Calloused voices scream through feedback eking out of anguished amplifiers while jungle drums synchronize hearts to their frantic pulse New friends old friends celebration in sweaty embraces chanting screaming stumbling outside the gates of eternity sidewalk where we gathered round the sordid soapbox and cast beleaguering gargantuan buildings and endless cataclysmal streets into abeyance to prance along these old sidewalk cracks stumbling along cigarette butts and beer cans efflorescing under amative neon lights whose bombinate glow tingles our skin and dazzles our eyeballs rolling back into our skulls in the wake of ecstasy billowing over our ambulant bodies Friday nights Saturday nights Sunday nights skipping school on a week day braving city night life to find us in the nooks they forgot to sweep out where trash collects and pretends to be unwavering and implacable for a moment Til it's back on the streets we spill out upon like puke like the beer sticking to checkerboard floors and we float home on the feedback high singing in our ears to sleep dreaming of these ecstasies as something perennial in punk lover's dreams Pure when we're filthy.

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Nov 24, 2016

Nov 24, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC

jarjarrhine

Punk Rock Pow Wow

Smoke scintillated by ***** lights Scent of cheap beer and cigarettes Arms and legs and heads and butts mashed mangled mingling In a space ejecting bravado responding to the auricular bludgeons plucking veins and boiling blood arms and legs flailing like spiders hammered by raindrops Calloused voices scream through feedback eking out of anguished amplifiers while jungle drums synchronize hearts to their frantic pulse New friends old friends celebration in sweaty embraces chanting screaming stumbling outside the gates of eternity sidewalk where we gathered round the sordid soapbox and cast beleaguering gargantuan buildings and endless cataclysmal streets into abeyance to prance along these old sidewalk cracks stumbling along cigarette butts and beer cans efflorescing under amative neon lights whose bombinate glow tingles our skin and dazzles our eyeballs rolling back into our skulls in the wake of ecstasy billowing over our ambulant bodies Friday nights Saturday nights Sunday nights skipping school on a week day braving city night life to find us in the nooks they forgot to sweep out where trash collects and pretends to be unwavering and implacable for a moment Til it's back on the streets we spill out upon like puke like the beer sticking to checkerboard floors and we float home on the feedback high singing in our ears to sleep dreaming of these ecstasies as something perennial in punk lover's dreams Pure when we're filthy.

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A canorous music perforates my opaque Quivering chromaticism smears me With osculance and solidarity I solicit solitude And altogether, I'll be accompanied By my only one ally We, anon, will rally loneliness Imbibing a cup of chocolate With zest and dally Oh!... An ameliorated hallucination Do not! I beseech! decimate My incipient, redintegrating mate --- I cannot delineate now any line of this smooth... lie! Oh... What love dove above! Blinked delving and desperarion Scintillated once whilst falling apart on my face! With a liquor of ink... and... tears Penetrated any level of my flesh and sunk into my sole soul Letting a chrysalis breed into a labyrinthine verisimilitude Lulled by loop and fetching, Fetching equanimity I'm sorry... I cannot any more equilibrize anything This is my alibi desuetude I hope desynchronised is not my goodbye!

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Jul 3, 2017

Jul 3, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC

ArnauldJarvis

Etude V

A canorous music perforates my opaque Quivering chromaticism smears me With osculance and solidarity I solicit solitude And altogether, I'll be accompanied By my only one ally We, anon, will rally loneliness Imbibing a cup of chocolate With zest and dally Oh!... An ameliorated hallucination Do not! I beseech! decimate My incipient, redintegrating mate --- I cannot delineate now any line of this smooth... lie! Oh... What love dove above! Blinked delving and desperarion Scintillated once whilst falling apart on my face! With a liquor of ink... and... tears Penetrated any level of my flesh and sunk into my sole soul Letting a chrysalis breed into a labyrinthine verisimilitude Lulled by loop and fetching, Fetching equanimity I'm sorry... I cannot any more equilibrize anything This is my alibi desuetude I hope desynchronised is not my goodbye!

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8:55 or even 9:30 but surely Pm... I dont remember the time i never dont remember it! Its crowdy over there some mobs moving from shop to shop listening to hip hop music of babbling society. I sat on that rock beneath the pillar waiting for the bus...watching the time[but i dont remember it] listening to the silent tickling of cruel watch innovating the ideas to **** time. A man sat infront of me i dont know from how much time he was there i dont even remember if he was there before me but he was there. He wore white dress but its not white... its ashy black. His stomach is more like a bowl liberating starving howls of hunger. Beside him is a women who is as thin as a grasshopper and she wore no pant or anything covering but she wore a long shirt...long enough... and she got that secret ingredient in long pocket of her rusted shirt that gummed his interest from the beginning. Give it to me- asked he she ignored Give it to me...he raised his voice he raised his spirits she...moved a little like a worm and taken the thing from her pocket...as long as her hand as her eyes scintillated like an angel an angel trying to reveal her glory she took out some powder a black powder...not gun powder some tobacco powder. She powdered it...even powdered it with her thumb grinned it...and finally raised her neck and opened her mouth...ate it elegantly ...i can see the flow of powder through her pharynx and then she smirked...she didnt noticed me seeing she didnt noticed anyone seeing her...but she smirked. I love her smirk. Then the man asked him to give him this powder but she ignored him forced her to give it...but she repelled then she gave it...gave it being helpless and then she smirked...not caring the loss of her property. He wrapped it in a paper and kept it deep in his pocket...a corner where everyone keep their gold. Horns... your attention please bus number 6712 arrived at platform number 3... we raced... towards the bus following the rhythms of horns and thats it... thats the final time i saw her...materially!

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Jul 11, 2010

Jul 11, 2010 at 3:42 AM UTC

rohith

8:55 or even 9

8:55 or even 9:30 but surely Pm... I dont remember the time i never dont remember it! Its crowdy over there some mobs moving from shop to shop listening to hip hop music of babbling society. I sat on that rock beneath the pillar waiting for the bus...watching the time[but i dont remember it] listening to the silent tickling of cruel watch innovating the ideas to **** time. A man sat infront of me i dont know from how much time he was there i dont even remember if he was there before me but he was there. He wore white dress but its not white... its ashy black. His stomach is more like a bowl liberating starving howls of hunger. Beside him is a women who is as thin as a grasshopper and she wore no pant or anything covering but she wore a long shirt...long enough... and she got that secret ingredient in long pocket of her rusted shirt that gummed his interest from the beginning. Give it to me- asked he she ignored Give it to me...he raised his voice he raised his spirits she...moved a little like a worm and taken the thing from her pocket...as long as her hand as her eyes scintillated like an angel an angel trying to reveal her glory she took out some powder a black powder...not gun powder some tobacco powder. She powdered it...even powdered it with her thumb grinned it...and finally raised her neck and opened her mouth...ate it elegantly ...i can see the flow of powder through her pharynx and then she smirked...she didnt noticed me seeing she didnt noticed anyone seeing her...but she smirked. I love her smirk. Then the man asked him to give him this powder but she ignored him forced her to give it...but she repelled then she gave it...gave it being helpless and then she smirked...not caring the loss of her property. He wrapped it in a paper and kept it deep in his pocket...a corner where everyone keep their gold. Horns... your attention please bus number 6712 arrived at platform number 3... we raced... towards the bus following the rhythms of horns and thats it... thats the final time i saw her...materially!

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My queen, *In the realm of beautifuls Was but the fairest lady that ever walked She who was as eye-popping as mew gulls Her visage nothing but a complexion of roses Beaming exquisitely with rainbow colours A fire deep within my heart she'd arouse She whose silvery smile could unfurl Like beauteous lotus blossoms in bloom My heart deep within couldn't help it twirl A queen with a gaily yet opalescent skin As smooth as the blanket of the night skies Blanketing her from the toes to the chin And the fragrance about her breath Could directly transport me to paradise Whenever in her warm sweet embrace Like whispering trees in a lonely breeze Her voice was such soft and euphonious Honestly, captivating yet bursting free Whilst in darkness I craved not a lantern For her starry eyes effulgently scintillated With ethereal light that ceased not to stun All birds in the heavens could cease to fly Only to marvel at such novelty pulchritude Whenever my queen dared to saunter by Many said she ascended from the sky Because once next to her you'd feel so Yet some said from fairyland she did ply Peerless was such my Queen's beauty Thus all mankind, all animals and birds Christened her* "A reflection of beauty!" ©Kikodinho Alexandros 18th August 2016

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Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC

KikodinhoAlexandros

A REFLECTION OF BEAUTY!

My queen, *In the realm of beautifuls Was but the fairest lady that ever walked She who was as eye-popping as mew gulls Her visage nothing but a complexion of roses Beaming exquisitely with rainbow colours A fire deep within my heart she'd arouse She whose silvery smile could unfurl Like beauteous lotus blossoms in bloom My heart deep within couldn't help it twirl A queen with a gaily yet opalescent skin As smooth as the blanket of the night skies Blanketing her from the toes to the chin And the fragrance about her breath Could directly transport me to paradise Whenever in her warm sweet embrace Like whispering trees in a lonely breeze Her voice was such soft and euphonious Honestly, captivating yet bursting free Whilst in darkness I craved not a lantern For her starry eyes effulgently scintillated With ethereal light that ceased not to stun All birds in the heavens could cease to fly Only to marvel at such novelty pulchritude Whenever my queen dared to saunter by Many said she ascended from the sky Because once next to her you'd feel so Yet some said from fairyland she did ply Peerless was such my Queen's beauty Thus all mankind, all animals and birds Christened her* "A reflection of beauty!" ©Kikodinho Alexandros 18th August 2016

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A canorous music perforates my opaque, It is gods, talking... Rain's drops are their pillars of the temple. Echo of gossip... Quivering chromaticism smearing me, With osculates and solidarity, Eventually... Kissing a cross 'round my knuckle, I start... I solicit solitude... Away from this deluge of unknown. This echo of bursting sparks, dreams... Will I altogether, be accompanied By my only one ally? We anon, god(?) I hope(!), will rally loneliness, Imbibing a cup of chocolate And zest and dally. This sweet's like gold. But... One for all, all for one... Ostracizing my faith... Oh!... An ameliorated hallucination. The cross fell. Do not! I beseech! decimate My incipient, redintegrating mate --- I cannot delineate now any line of this smooth... lie!... Gods still howling But I am still walking The echo melts through. Oh... What love dove above! Blinked delving and desperarion... Scintillated once whilst falling apart on my face! The rain of dead, the rain of shadows. With a liquor of ink... and... tears Melting my ego, my flesh Sunk in my sole soul I yield and fall Letting a chrysalis breed into a labyrinthine verisimilitude Of lies, Lies, Yes.... Of lies! Lulled by loop and fetching, I cannot resume, I kneel more and bow, Tie my cross again 'round my knuckle Till I dust to golden grain. And hover Fetching equanimity... No eyes will ever again bloom hope. I'm sorry... I cannot any more equilibrize anything. This is my alibi desuetude 'Cause I'm thirsty for luxury. Stopped ended lines, squeezing and hugging ink. I hope desynchronised is not my goodbye.

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Aug 3, 2017

Aug 3, 2017 at 7:30 AM UTC

ArnauldJarvis

Etude V

A canorous music perforates my opaque, It is gods, talking... Rain's drops are their pillars of the temple. Echo of gossip... Quivering chromaticism smearing me, With osculates and solidarity, Eventually... Kissing a cross 'round my knuckle, I start... I solicit solitude... Away from this deluge of unknown. This echo of bursting sparks, dreams... Will I altogether, be accompanied By my only one ally? We anon, god(?) I hope(!), will rally loneliness, Imbibing a cup of chocolate And zest and dally. This sweet's like gold. But... One for all, all for one... Ostracizing my faith... Oh!... An ameliorated hallucination. The cross fell. Do not! I beseech! decimate My incipient, redintegrating mate --- I cannot delineate now any line of this smooth... lie!... Gods still howling But I am still walking The echo melts through. Oh... What love dove above! Blinked delving and desperarion... Scintillated once whilst falling apart on my face! The rain of dead, the rain of shadows. With a liquor of ink... and... tears Melting my ego, my flesh Sunk in my sole soul I yield and fall Letting a chrysalis breed into a labyrinthine verisimilitude Of lies, Lies, Yes.... Of lies! Lulled by loop and fetching, I cannot resume, I kneel more and bow, Tie my cross again 'round my knuckle Till I dust to golden grain. And hover Fetching equanimity... No eyes will ever again bloom hope. I'm sorry... I cannot any more equilibrize anything. This is my alibi desuetude 'Cause I'm thirsty for luxury. Stopped ended lines, squeezing and hugging ink. I hope desynchronised is not my goodbye.

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I opened my eyes to a scintillated house all in splendor. Feet firm on what could only be told as a sea of crystal, to this there could be no contender. Not a lonesome soul or a beggar in need of a token. Multitudes of all people, yet no remembrance of a heart torn and broken.

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Apr 21, 2014

Apr 21, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC

gallagher-harrison-goodland

Our Home

I opened my eyes to a scintillated house all in splendor. Feet firm on what could only be told as a sea of crystal, to this there could be no contender. Not a lonesome soul or a beggar in need of a token. Multitudes of all people, yet no remembrance of a heart torn and broken.

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scintillated leaves a cold piano sits separated lights glinting over black organic liquid crystal made of melted sleep silk screen politics upheaval and sink

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Oct 22, 2023

Oct 22, 2023 at 10:49 PM UTC

sharky

todays date 25

scintillated leaves a cold piano sits separated lights glinting over black organic liquid crystal made of melted sleep silk screen politics upheaval and sink

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