"verbalism" poems
Invocation flowed by divination on the splat of paints,
As the hand move eradically, painting blurr dramatically!
Compelled by the vocal expression, with reinforced connotation.
Singing with such provocative verbalism with moving utterance!
With drop of paint splash of articulation, with inner confession!
Fingers post, flow with curves like storm erupting with Passion!
He can't stop, he will not stop, as ye move relentlessly like erratic feline.
Go forth with his art like a roar of thunder shaking root and foundation!
As he gasps and collapses, to his final demise with the finale!
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
To anihilate verbalism
you either stay silent
or you write poetry.
A third case;
Is to become a god.
A third case of any dilemma;
is to become a god.
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 8:25 AM UTC
Dying inside, every
day, inch by inch, to save
the silent lips.
Only the moon will see
the weird verbalism of
a narrative.
We are the gypsies,
restless, homeless- traveling
in the shadows of stars.
The act was
suicidal. You were always
talking to wind that
would never listen.
Trick of game
was frivolous. You would
sleep in moonlight alone.
The gossips morphed.
You were an angel without
wings, wandering on hills
crying.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC