"summarization" poems - Hello Poetry

I'm a tiny twig flowing in a River Its flow, mighty, powerful, turbulent I make futile attempts to make my own way But it's the forces of nature that determine my path Pushing me, Pulling me at its whim And yet I have this notion of Destiny Of a greater calling A belief or rather a hope for finding the true purpose for my existence Perhaps a twig would change the flow of a River And Perhaps the whole story wouldn't sound as absurd as its pitiful summarization Yet, nothing is more true, more tangible, more persistent, more disheartening than the fact that I'm a tiny twig flowing in a River

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May 31, 2016

May 31, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC

viral-shah

Twig in a River

I'm a tiny twig flowing in a River Its flow, mighty, powerful, turbulent I make futile attempts to make my own way But it's the forces of nature that determine my path Pushing me, Pulling me at its whim And yet I have this notion of Destiny Of a greater calling A belief or rather a hope for finding the true purpose for my existence Perhaps a twig would change the flow of a River And Perhaps the whole story wouldn't sound as absurd as its pitiful summarization Yet, nothing is more true, more tangible, more persistent, more disheartening than the fact that I'm a tiny twig flowing in a River

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I often think. I wrote that first line and almost left it as a poem by itself because those three words are a nice summarization of what I wish I could say when someone asks me “How are you” See the phrase, “I often think” pretty much describes my mood no matter the day, time, age or circumstance that I might be going through. I think about everything, all of the time. In fact there hasn’t been a moment since I was born when I wasn’t thinking about something When someone asks me how I am doing, I long to reply with “i often think” Because replying with “better than I deserve” or “well I’m just living the dream” has never felt right to me. Every single time I have been asked the basic question of how are you. It physically pains me to say, “good, and how about yourself” And I shorten my answer to the acceptable one, because what I really want to say at that moment would take up too much time from the sweet smiling lady who asks me that at the drive through because she asks the question out of habit. When I am asked “How are you” I desperately wish I could respond with, “I often think.” Because there is no doubt in my mind that the people I pass by every day who do not know me, Often think. And it is such a shame that we do not answer that question with what we are often thinking about.

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Aug 11, 2021

Aug 11, 2021 at 11:59 PM UTC

collectionsofcaden

I often think

I often think. I wrote that first line and almost left it as a poem by itself because those three words are a nice summarization of what I wish I could say when someone asks me “How are you” See the phrase, “I often think” pretty much describes my mood no matter the day, time, age or circumstance that I might be going through. I think about everything, all of the time. In fact there hasn’t been a moment since I was born when I wasn’t thinking about something When someone asks me how I am doing, I long to reply with “i often think” Because replying with “better than I deserve” or “well I’m just living the dream” has never felt right to me. Every single time I have been asked the basic question of how are you. It physically pains me to say, “good, and how about yourself” And I shorten my answer to the acceptable one, because what I really want to say at that moment would take up too much time from the sweet smiling lady who asks me that at the drive through because she asks the question out of habit. When I am asked “How are you” I desperately wish I could respond with, “I often think.” Because there is no doubt in my mind that the people I pass by every day who do not know me, Often think. And it is such a shame that we do not answer that question with what we are often thinking about.

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*Formality is exhausting but can be rewarding No cars allowed on the street when I am passing Brief summarization of each step on this walk No that's what I call a toothache*

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Sep 10, 2016

Sep 10, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC

SammyDurrant

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*Formality is exhausting but can be rewarding No cars allowed on the street when I am passing Brief summarization of each step on this walk No that's what I call a toothache*

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The come down comes in slow like the last dance. So we grasp our hands and pray like were being let down into unknown liquids. But mines perfect weather, in an overcast globe. So I come down and look around, to recognize nothing. The idea s that I tried to portray fell on deaf ears and eager hands. So now I’m a sham and the rest of the worlds sitting on a pretty brass with a hollow carcass. I can’t do anything but watch my words roll around like red carpets into newer venues. And me I’ll just take what was yours and call it mine the me that is the thief in the night. 10,000 Is the summarization And the number is more important than the words Because we’re all thinking to a minimum, life’s an assignment And as every hinge comes undone Down and down Further down we must go. Until I’m the truth Until you’re right Until I see what it is. Becoming my exclamation points, overused. Re-hashed, copy, print, stamp, autograph. Till it’s passed around like a cheap drug And my come down is a wakeup call . To make me wise that I hadn’t created something for myself. But a pamphlet to measure yourself. A standardized test. I must have ****** up. Until I crash into the ground. Or I could deploy a parachute, but I need to see these ants. So I’m falling straight into the farm on my dresser. And it’s not like an assassination. I just fell on 100 bullets. Let the janitor clean me up. I tried to do something great with clay. And I did And for that I can’t ever take myself seriously again. The come down left shivers in my bones and every synapse sunk so deep into a dim pulse that I forgot how to breathe.

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Apr 5, 2011

Apr 5, 2011 at 5:02 PM UTC

kevin-theal

The Big High

The come down comes in slow like the last dance. So we grasp our hands and pray like were being let down into unknown liquids. But mines perfect weather, in an overcast globe. So I come down and look around, to recognize nothing. The idea s that I tried to portray fell on deaf ears and eager hands. So now I’m a sham and the rest of the worlds sitting on a pretty brass with a hollow carcass. I can’t do anything but watch my words roll around like red carpets into newer venues. And me I’ll just take what was yours and call it mine the me that is the thief in the night. 10,000 Is the summarization And the number is more important than the words Because we’re all thinking to a minimum, life’s an assignment And as every hinge comes undone Down and down Further down we must go. Until I’m the truth Until you’re right Until I see what it is. Becoming my exclamation points, overused. Re-hashed, copy, print, stamp, autograph. Till it’s passed around like a cheap drug And my come down is a wakeup call . To make me wise that I hadn’t created something for myself. But a pamphlet to measure yourself. A standardized test. I must have ****** up. Until I crash into the ground. Or I could deploy a parachute, but I need to see these ants. So I’m falling straight into the farm on my dresser. And it’s not like an assassination. I just fell on 100 bullets. Let the janitor clean me up. I tried to do something great with clay. And I did And for that I can’t ever take myself seriously again. The come down left shivers in my bones and every synapse sunk so deep into a dim pulse that I forgot how to breathe.

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Intrigued about cremation, I sought GOOGLE to assuage curiosity significant questions answered clicking the following website https://www.funeralwise.com/plan/ cremation/cremation-process/ though summarizing article some oven death defying act, yet summarization satisfactorily completed, thus herewith briefly describes kickstarting, mystifying, pulverizing... tantalizing, yielding, enterprising, lasting, yelping, holding, surviving dearly departed 1. deceased identified 2. official cremation authorized affiliated with deceased 3. lifeless body prepared 4. medical devices removed 5. jewelry recovered 6. corpse secured into burnable cremation receptacle 7. encased entity transferred to retort i.e. cremation chamber 8. temperature range adjusted between 1400 degrees - 1800 degrees Fahrenheit 9. 1.5 - 2 hours elapsed 10. magnet applied residual metal removed 11. remains ground into ashes 12. once process completed remains secured within urn 13. family representative entrusted with ashes. Burnt offerings distributed ideally according to stated wishes of beloved, whose remembrance sustained as tears expended necessary to mourn eventually sorrow lessened, photographs visited after crushing grief decreased.

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Jun 2, 2019

Jun 2, 2019 at 2:35 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Chamber Maid For Cremation

Intrigued about cremation, I sought GOOGLE to assuage curiosity significant questions answered clicking the following website https://www.funeralwise.com/plan/ cremation/cremation-process/ though summarizing article some oven death defying act, yet summarization satisfactorily completed, thus herewith briefly describes kickstarting, mystifying, pulverizing... tantalizing, yielding, enterprising, lasting, yelping, holding, surviving dearly departed 1. deceased identified 2. official cremation authorized affiliated with deceased 3. lifeless body prepared 4. medical devices removed 5. jewelry recovered 6. corpse secured into burnable cremation receptacle 7. encased entity transferred to retort i.e. cremation chamber 8. temperature range adjusted between 1400 degrees - 1800 degrees Fahrenheit 9. 1.5 - 2 hours elapsed 10. magnet applied residual metal removed 11. remains ground into ashes 12. once process completed remains secured within urn 13. family representative entrusted with ashes. Burnt offerings distributed ideally according to stated wishes of beloved, whose remembrance sustained as tears expended necessary to mourn eventually sorrow lessened, photographs visited after crushing grief decreased.

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let startle inlight, if not so lifted in peregrination, a lavish seeing. two eyes are worlds in tippling axis. taking deaths, a wreath would a candle, a prayer would a body thumbed down to wisdom our backbones break. to see death like a rush of flowers. great the sight of such illumination. swiftly going to god's dark behemoth, metaphysics of bone clenched— darkling like obsidian a complexing fault of road as the same vein of Earth aspirates the wind — whose exigent fire cleaned her bones back to pulchritude: her face a diamond in the rough — never to speak yet to clamber with summarization, realness and revelations of roses.

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Dec 5, 2015

Dec 5, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC

windsor-i-guadalupe-jr

Realness Of Roses

let startle inlight, if not so lifted in peregrination, a lavish seeing. two eyes are worlds in tippling axis. taking deaths, a wreath would a candle, a prayer would a body thumbed down to wisdom our backbones break. to see death like a rush of flowers. great the sight of such illumination. swiftly going to god's dark behemoth, metaphysics of bone clenched— darkling like obsidian a complexing fault of road as the same vein of Earth aspirates the wind — whose exigent fire cleaned her bones back to pulchritude: her face a diamond in the rough — never to speak yet to clamber with summarization, realness and revelations of roses.

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The 5 stages of grief and loss are: 1. Denial and isolation; 2. Anger; 3. Bargaining; 4. Depression; 5. Acceptance. I lay on you, and breathe in the smell Of your hair, feel the small vibrations Of your laugh resonating the soft felt pews. I tell myself I will remember this forever, So when I miss you, I can still feel you. The mood grows serious, The vibrations of your voice shrink down To a whisper, and crumble Like rocks beneath a hammer. "When I die," you say, Fleeing every so called good feeling felt Away from this place. "You're going to get bear, But I can't tell you what you're getting yet." She tells us. Me. Him. The only ones here who know. You told me yesterday, yes you did. I smiled, I cried, I cussed at God, I cried again, I bargained, But I still did not accept. I smiled and told you it would be okay. But I think I know deep down inside That you know deep inside It might not be okay. It came back. It's here, in this room, Inside you. And I keep making up scenarios where Someone has asked me "Would you do this thing if it meant she lived?" And I always say yes no matter how ****** up the action may be. Maybe this is the bargaining. You're not dead yet, but **** It feels like it. It will be years. I'm sure of it. But I'm just so scared, babe. I'm so scared. No one so young should be labeled With an experation date, A summarization of how long their life Will be. No one.

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Mar 28, 2019

Mar 28, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC

Odeto

The 5 stages of grief before the event happens

The 5 stages of grief and loss are: 1. Denial and isolation; 2. Anger; 3. Bargaining; 4. Depression; 5. Acceptance. I lay on you, and breathe in the smell Of your hair, feel the small vibrations Of your laugh resonating the soft felt pews. I tell myself I will remember this forever, So when I miss you, I can still feel you. The mood grows serious, The vibrations of your voice shrink down To a whisper, and crumble Like rocks beneath a hammer. "When I die," you say, Fleeing every so called good feeling felt Away from this place. "You're going to get bear, But I can't tell you what you're getting yet." She tells us. Me. Him. The only ones here who know. You told me yesterday, yes you did. I smiled, I cried, I cussed at God, I cried again, I bargained, But I still did not accept. I smiled and told you it would be okay. But I think I know deep down inside That you know deep inside It might not be okay. It came back. It's here, in this room, Inside you. And I keep making up scenarios where Someone has asked me "Would you do this thing if it meant she lived?" And I always say yes no matter how ****** up the action may be. Maybe this is the bargaining. You're not dead yet, but **** It feels like it. It will be years. I'm sure of it. But I'm just so scared, babe. I'm so scared. No one so young should be labeled With an experation date, A summarization of how long their life Will be. No one.

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I lay on you, and breathe in the smell Of your hair, feel the small vibrations Of your laugh resonating the soft felt pews. I tell myself I will remember this forever, So when I miss you, I can still feel you. The mood grows serious, The vibrations of your voice shrink down To a whisper, and crumble Like rocks beneath a hammer. "When I die," you say, Fleeing every so called good feeling felt Away from this place. "You're going to get bear, But I can't tell you what you're getting yet." She tells us. Me. Him. The only ones here who know. You told me yesterday, yes you did. I smiled, I cried, I cussed at God, I cried again, I bargained, But I still did not accept. I smiled and told you it would be okay. But I think I know deep down inside That you know deep inside It might not be okay. It came back. It's here, in this room, Inside you. And I keep making up scenarios where Someone has asked me "Would you do this thing if it meant she lived?" And I always say yes no matter how ****** up the action may be. Maybe this is the bargaining. You're not dead yet, but **** It feels like it. It will be years. I'm sure of it. But I'm just so scared, babe. I'm so scared. No one so young should be labeled With an expiration date, A summarization of how long their life Will be. No one.

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Apr 26, 2019

Apr 26, 2019 at 7:25 AM UTC

Odeto

Rewrite: Grief

I lay on you, and breathe in the smell Of your hair, feel the small vibrations Of your laugh resonating the soft felt pews. I tell myself I will remember this forever, So when I miss you, I can still feel you. The mood grows serious, The vibrations of your voice shrink down To a whisper, and crumble Like rocks beneath a hammer. "When I die," you say, Fleeing every so called good feeling felt Away from this place. "You're going to get bear, But I can't tell you what you're getting yet." She tells us. Me. Him. The only ones here who know. You told me yesterday, yes you did. I smiled, I cried, I cussed at God, I cried again, I bargained, But I still did not accept. I smiled and told you it would be okay. But I think I know deep down inside That you know deep inside It might not be okay. It came back. It's here, in this room, Inside you. And I keep making up scenarios where Someone has asked me "Would you do this thing if it meant she lived?" And I always say yes no matter how ****** up the action may be. Maybe this is the bargaining. You're not dead yet, but **** It feels like it. It will be years. I'm sure of it. But I'm just so scared, babe. I'm so scared. No one so young should be labeled With an expiration date, A summarization of how long their life Will be. No one.

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Therefore, I opted to reduce heavy sedation within unsuspecting reader rabbit summarization superseded elaboration, less reason spurring salacious secretion i.e. a-z expletive epithet, et cetera laced verbalization crucifixion subsequently, neither nameless nincompoop (me) crossing verboten drive, nor this ditto anonymous poetic purveyor to burden heavy onlookers with elegiac colluding bugaboo even daunting grizzly Adams, endeavoring exclusively exercising "E" valuation in futile attempt to express mild exuberance entailing English language. Essentially erudition wrought elucubration, ecstatic emotion, enunciation, enumeration, eradication narrowly avoiding writer's block concomitent ebullition, emasculation exacerbation, exasperation, stepped up escalation elevation malignant hypertension, encrustation elementary (my dear Watson) extemporaneous embarkation severely affected non exlax induced emergency enema evacuation, but not even for the grace of dog unstoppable elimination, ejection... exhausting excavation water closet expedition elucidation, elation, edification, vis a vis emancipation, despite literary emaciation malnutrition near extinction yours truly, nonetheless... faint eruption eureka *********** elongation emanation awoke new edition regarding neigh saying kid on the block elicitation, elocution, energization, eroticization, estimation, excitation activated skeletal echolocation eye opening entrepreneurial effectuation analogous TVA electrification, hence enervation equalization relieved self cannibalization thankfully discouraging envenomization invariably in conclusion, no exaggeration pronouncing exemption verdict against my extirpation sore disappointment!

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Jun 13, 2019

Jun 13, 2019 at 12:29 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Encapsulation Versus Elaboration...

Therefore, I opted to reduce heavy sedation within unsuspecting reader rabbit summarization superseded elaboration, less reason spurring salacious secretion i.e. a-z expletive epithet, et cetera laced verbalization crucifixion subsequently, neither nameless nincompoop (me) crossing verboten drive, nor this ditto anonymous poetic purveyor to burden heavy onlookers with elegiac colluding bugaboo even daunting grizzly Adams, endeavoring exclusively exercising "E" valuation in futile attempt to express mild exuberance entailing English language. Essentially erudition wrought elucubration, ecstatic emotion, enunciation, enumeration, eradication narrowly avoiding writer's block concomitent ebullition, emasculation exacerbation, exasperation, stepped up escalation elevation malignant hypertension, encrustation elementary (my dear Watson) extemporaneous embarkation severely affected non exlax induced emergency enema evacuation, but not even for the grace of dog unstoppable elimination, ejection... exhausting excavation water closet expedition elucidation, elation, edification, vis a vis emancipation, despite literary emaciation malnutrition near extinction yours truly, nonetheless... faint eruption eureka *********** elongation emanation awoke new edition regarding neigh saying kid on the block elicitation, elocution, energization, eroticization, estimation, excitation activated skeletal echolocation eye opening entrepreneurial effectuation analogous TVA electrification, hence enervation equalization relieved self cannibalization thankfully discouraging envenomization invariably in conclusion, no exaggeration pronouncing exemption verdict against my extirpation sore disappointment!

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