"stupendously" poems
I have never seen an ugly flower
Flowers are always full of grandeur
Flowers are known to be beautiful
All the time, that's stupendously wonderful
All flowers speak a beautiful language
That we all fully comprehend. In this day and age
Everybody is yearning to hear the voice of love
The voice of a symphony coming from above
Yes, everybody loves the language of the flowers
It is a language, a sound of joy between lovers
And friends. Love is at the center of everything
Please keep on dreaming, please keep on speaking
The language of the flowers, the language of all colors
The dialect of the epicureans, the language of all lovers
I only see beautiful flowers in spring, fall, summer and winter
One flower has the power to improve the mood of a lover
Bring a flower to a lover, I guarantee you that you'll be happy
Keep on speaking the language of the flowers to spread unity
Love, respect, peace and the incredible fondness that we all need
Flowers do not discriminate or use foul words. Lead and feed
Inspire and incense the world with the perfume of the flowers
With the aroma of a stylish language and exquisite manners.
Copyright © August 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 10:11 PM UTC
We met with goodbyes
Our future already a deflated hot air balloon
Hand in hand our hands always tied to our shoe laces
Static skin enveloped in braces
Running away was never a choice
It was a decision, there is
Something about breaking open your skin
Something about stupendously stepping over the mark where
The runway stops,
Something about the first step
That keeps me moving
Away away away from you
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 4:49 AM UTC
I am amazed by you.
The things that you do to me astonish me.
Amazed by the exhilaration you give.
I am thrilled by your chill and beat by your heat.
I live you.
I love you.
You are stupendously sweet.
Far inside my heart you dwell.
Sometimes you get to me.
Get under my fine flyaway hair.
At passionate moments you may rip me apart.
Under the veil of nightmares my dreams make me shout.
These words I write out.
Hey presto magic,
At the end of my pen.
(C) Livvi
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
Pandora's box of paradox/
fair enough wether fair or not/
no collaterals that parallel side to side lateral/
longitude to get latitude/
empirical
did the study
its comparing two/
polar opposite/
the magnitude approximate/
the art of it /
aesthetically
word architect/
why?
for the beauty lies
in truth of the eyes/
optic blind scrutinized
in a blaze of glorious do or die/ horrendously stupefied stupendously crucified
and the winner is/
the first loser
take second...
let it flow through you/
positives negative the imperative slow user
that it's not important/
the leverage is
an even surface/
the question is
is it even worth it/
topped the bottoms was left deserted/
insides out dying for a purpose/ life/
surviving this
only now that I notice/
probably how does it grow/possibly from the seed composed/simply put it's complicated
I now understand my obligations/
the miss understood
all the bad has made it/
An utterly good obfuscation/
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
the way an
unknown part of my stomach once
vellicated on the surface, a
quick burst, single series of
three waves—(I could even
count them)—troughs, crests, passing
the point of kiss (or dream), a
peristalsis veering off course and plunging
(up or down, in this
there is no orientation) to an unexpectedly
known place (likely another one) and I,
seeming strangely uncomfortable. Or
perhaps just light, the way it rippled
just once, one time
off the glass of an opening door, skidded
across the passing wraith that was
one of my shimmering hopes—but no, it
is more the way
the universe sounds outside of
the window, as it is still
being born again and stupendously being also
dying again. The way I am
too leaden or cloyed to shuffle feet,
throw open that calico drape.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
you
what art? thou who furious immutable wind
living dying , . ' is creamed a licked kneading
the bashful hammer of sleep
on your unugly vanquish of
very spherical nouns
an America of crushing luscious pink
i'm bonded staunchly
the unhard night bays stupendously drowsy
and in the morphing break
the surf is almost
almost
a
lmos
t am most
almost
and so aren't we?.,;' a
Apr 3, 2011
Apr 3, 2011 at 2:42 AM UTC
(10wx4)
Fading rays
of sunset
concede,
to welcome
shadows
of dusk.
Myriads of
sparkling stars
stupendously
complement
the dark indigo sky.
On
cold nights,
full moon's glow
numbs
the day's
wounds.
Life's smooth
and
serrated edges,
create
voices
in
one's
writing.
sally b
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
June 9, 2023
Jul 11, 2023
Jul 11, 2023 at 10:38 PM UTC
Long ago
They had me think
That life
Was a straight line
A set of steps
That someone made
School, job
Marry, child
Now the possibilities
In this glorious world
Have exploded
In my mind
Many ways
To live on Earth
Many ways
To use our time
One day
We will be nothing
But the history
Of human-kind
So, each moment
We get to live
I find
Stupendously sublime
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 6:35 AM UTC
Yeah, these look random...
but theses dates mean a lot
not one month or year or week but a certain day of any month any week or any year...
11--- She was the first
7----She was the main
5---He is the on
12---This one is me
i have combined these numbers very carefully
11&7 see they don't get along so well... so at least they can stand one another in this way...
7&5 weeeeellllll they have some problems... it's a long story i won't put you through...
5&12 well that's me and my love, we aren't so separable...Yes we have issues and we get a little angry or jealous but in the end it all works stupendously for us both... I love each and every one of theses people and i will never let them go...
Angel, Brooke, and Jailon if you happen to see this i love you and hope we are all together forever and a day.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
You may only be one person
But, to one person you may be the world
You have the fire to inspire
You never give up, you just reached higher
Thinking positive thoughts
Brightens your day eternally
Hope, drive, and desire
Gives you the fuel to perform stupendously
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
tied a knot too hard to unwrap
needed the string i stupendously wasted
my life, cloth untangled
separates into individuals
each a unique strand
where length differs
can’t hold together
as the waves crash harder
i fall apart without amends
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
she is truly indescribable
when i tell you there is a universe which she inhabits, solely--with a few pine trees and visited, on occasion, by the raspberries of reddened cheeks--would you understand?
of course not, for everyone has someone who occupies their own universe.
if i told you she was the best of them all, would you believe me?
that her universe has the most beautiful vistas, the clearest skies, rolling hills stretching to infinity and unfathomable sunsets
would you agree with this fact?
perhaps, if you knew her.
to know her is to know of what i speak. at least, you'd be able to peek through the telescope and gather some version of her temporary eternity.
she gets stuck in my throat, sometimes.
all lovers say that their breath is taken, but how might you know what i mean when i say that sometimes i cannot breathe yet my lungs continue to function?
to glimpse her universe is to plunge into the darkness fully, with such uncertainty that you are certain to find a garden bursting with flowers, the most beautiful flowers. you are certain to find untamed happiness, wildly stunning serenity, and two or so campers in maine looking on in awe.
her universe is heart-stoppingly astonishing, incomprehensibly astounding, unendingly, stupendously amazing.
i never want to leave.
Sep 8, 2022
Sep 8, 2022 at 5:53 PM UTC