"vitiate" poems - Hello Poetry

Diminutive minutes fly by and imbue. Ennobled, hungers the second hand. Verbose and loud, its villainous ticking; Oxen heavy, that kneading sound, Under skull and depth of dreams. Rescind the mad lives we vitiate; Enchanted by hollow, fear of ghosts, Dancing in a pitch waiting room. Happenstance for insomniacs, Ogres and dark shadows howling Unapologetic at the light and moon. Riot of the quiet, against daylight Star: quarry in the void of night / time / dark.

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Jul 16, 2018

Jul 16, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC

butch-decatoria

DEVOURED HOURS (acrostic)

Diminutive minutes fly by and imbue. Ennobled, hungers the second hand. Verbose and loud, its villainous ticking; Oxen heavy, that kneading sound, Under skull and depth of dreams. Rescind the mad lives we vitiate; Enchanted by hollow, fear of ghosts, Dancing in a pitch waiting room. Happenstance for insomniacs, Ogres and dark shadows howling Unapologetic at the light and moon. Riot of the quiet, against daylight Star: quarry in the void of night / time / dark.

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I'm young and wild, Adrenaline rushes through my vains I have a roar that rattles a child, That burns like eternal flames. I vitiate a jungle with my rampant fever, Rotate the world, the wrath of my paws, My tyranny drowns all that preys the river, My ambitions defy nature's doltish laws My soul craves a sense of power To roam freely whenever, wherever, Let me sieze and live in this hour Because no one is meant to live forever.

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Jun 16, 2015

Jun 16, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC

kim-yu

Untamed

I'm young and wild, Adrenaline rushes through my vains I have a roar that rattles a child, That burns like eternal flames. I vitiate a jungle with my rampant fever, Rotate the world, the wrath of my paws, My tyranny drowns all that preys the river, My ambitions defy nature's doltish laws My soul craves a sense of power To roam freely whenever, wherever, Let me sieze and live in this hour Because no one is meant to live forever.

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Forty years back, when much had place That since has perished out of mind, I heard that voice and saw that face. He spoke as one afoot will wind A morning horn ere men awake; His note was trenchant, turning kind. He was one of those whose wit can shake And riddle to the very core The counterfiets that Time will break… Of late, when we two met once more, The luminous countenance and rare Shone just as forty years before. So that, when now all tongues declare His shape unseen by his green hill, I scarce believe he sits not there. No matter. Further and further still Through the world’s vaprous vitiate air His words wing on—as live words will.

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Thomas Hardy

George Meredith

Forty years back, when much had place That since has perished out of mind, I heard that voice and saw that face. He spoke as one afoot will wind A morning horn ere men awake; His note was trenchant, turning kind. He was one of those whose wit can shake And riddle to the very core The counterfiets that Time will break… Of late, when we two met once more, The luminous countenance and rare Shone just as forty years before. So that, when now all tongues declare His shape unseen by his green hill, I scarce believe he sits not there. No matter. Further and further still Through the world’s vaprous vitiate air His words wing on—as live words will.

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Oh? But what wandering eye? You curse me so still? I have given you my dignity, my chastity, my love and my hate. Why must you demand? These shackles you hold around my feet, They are frigid, fickle... Frugal. Surely I am not to blame! Surely, surely! Oh, but wandering eye, You have outlasted all, you have tainted all in your cruel excitement. You are my well-lived enemy Oh, but so fair, oh but so tall, and oh, How you vitiate my love and loves! Oh, how you have bound many before you! What flickering excitement you bring, and what black ruin you warrant.

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC

Karthage

In the spirit of Byron Himself

Oh? But what wandering eye? You curse me so still? I have given you my dignity, my chastity, my love and my hate. Why must you demand? These shackles you hold around my feet, They are frigid, fickle... Frugal. Surely I am not to blame! Surely, surely! Oh, but wandering eye, You have outlasted all, you have tainted all in your cruel excitement. You are my well-lived enemy Oh, but so fair, oh but so tall, and oh, How you vitiate my love and loves! Oh, how you have bound many before you! What flickering excitement you bring, and what black ruin you warrant.

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Adorned by crimson attire Fangs bared a woman skulks her designated target engraved within her mind though the framework of her bones ensnares the prey of which she seeks the universal populace she yearns to vitiate by way of the libidinous tones radiating from betwixt her lips

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May 30, 2012

May 30, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC

glenn-mccrary

Lady In Red 3

Adorned by crimson attire Fangs bared a woman skulks her designated target engraved within her mind though the framework of her bones ensnares the prey of which she seeks the universal populace she yearns to vitiate by way of the libidinous tones radiating from betwixt her lips

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When love is intense Love flies high and feels immense Then.. Love looks down and wonders What if it falls down and errors? What goes up they say Comes down one day My love will you still be there? When this love flight may impair Fly low at times unaware? Love looks down and wonders what if you say now it don't matters? I know I will follow your flight High or low my love is smite My love will you still be there? When this love flight may vitiate Fly low at times to hibernate? Love looks down and wonders what if it drift apart and frost? I know I will keep it warm and defrost Hot or cold my love is gold embossed My love will you still be there? When this love is star-crossed Fly low at times and lost? When love is intense Love flies high and feels immense Then.. Love looks down and wonders

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Mar 19, 2020

Mar 19, 2020 at 4:59 PM UTC

pnam-tx

Love Wonders

When love is intense Love flies high and feels immense Then.. Love looks down and wonders What if it falls down and errors? What goes up they say Comes down one day My love will you still be there? When this love flight may impair Fly low at times unaware? Love looks down and wonders what if you say now it don't matters? I know I will follow your flight High or low my love is smite My love will you still be there? When this love flight may vitiate Fly low at times to hibernate? Love looks down and wonders what if it drift apart and frost? I know I will keep it warm and defrost Hot or cold my love is gold embossed My love will you still be there? When this love is star-crossed Fly low at times and lost? When love is intense Love flies high and feels immense Then.. Love looks down and wonders

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Although an atheist with many question that abound bout the lineage of humanity, this bard formerly of Belmont hills nada seeketh to be crowned yet applauds those who attest in deity where salvation doth re-dound peace of body, mind and spirit can be found and rest in peace when demise finds her/him under ground identified by a tombstone and a mound which...over time becomes less round. ----------------------------------------------------- YOM KIPPUR ™ Those who practice Jewish faith pay obeisance Too holiest day of their year Atonement & repentance mantra themes Unswerving prayers flock doth wear As spiritual raiment in tandem With a twenty-five hour fast orthodox n’er veer With pride synagogues rabbi beckons flock to don cloak of virtue to wear Supplicating against creator sans vices within psyche tear The delicate fabric covenant easily shredded per temptation from ****** spear Loftiness attendant on this High Holy Day whence judgment severe Within gilt written tomb encapsulating behavior – Vile forgiveness rare Thus inducing many a worshiper To spend hours immersed in prayer Or…even self-abuse to vitiate demonic forces that invisibly leer Drowning out words of the prophet that believers must hear To attain coveted accompaniment To promised land without materialistic gear Whence with most obedience to sacred texts will fare Most successfully and kowtowed Like Rudolph the red nose rein deer While Santa Claus godlike heard crystal clear Whose voice ushers inxs of hoof beats Akin to horn of Gabriel did blare As eve n tide cast dark shadows from royal Belvedere For those lives of purity offered salvation into the heavenly air.

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Jan 22, 2018

Jan 22, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

YOM KIPPUR TM

Although an atheist with many question that abound bout the lineage of humanity, this bard formerly of Belmont hills nada seeketh to be crowned yet applauds those who attest in deity where salvation doth re-dound peace of body, mind and spirit can be found and rest in peace when demise finds her/him under ground identified by a tombstone and a mound which...over time becomes less round. ----------------------------------------------------- YOM KIPPUR ™ Those who practice Jewish faith pay obeisance Too holiest day of their year Atonement & repentance mantra themes Unswerving prayers flock doth wear As spiritual raiment in tandem With a twenty-five hour fast orthodox n’er veer With pride synagogues rabbi beckons flock to don cloak of virtue to wear Supplicating against creator sans vices within psyche tear The delicate fabric covenant easily shredded per temptation from ****** spear Loftiness attendant on this High Holy Day whence judgment severe Within gilt written tomb encapsulating behavior – Vile forgiveness rare Thus inducing many a worshiper To spend hours immersed in prayer Or…even self-abuse to vitiate demonic forces that invisibly leer Drowning out words of the prophet that believers must hear To attain coveted accompaniment To promised land without materialistic gear Whence with most obedience to sacred texts will fare Most successfully and kowtowed Like Rudolph the red nose rein deer While Santa Claus godlike heard crystal clear Whose voice ushers inxs of hoof beats Akin to horn of Gabriel did blare As eve n tide cast dark shadows from royal Belvedere For those lives of purity offered salvation into the heavenly air.

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As a hunter would wait And watch from far away, He always knew he have to work silently To get his hand on his prey, In the time he would keep Himself hidden in green, He would scheme and plan Before he takes his aim, Hear and sense, and dont just trust Be a like hunter and dont fall for bait, The vicinity is vitiate Its full of foul intent, If you don't stay alert you would fall like icarus, See the world as facade And keep conscience sharp as blade, Depict yourself sagacious And slain judas without lament.

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Mar 16, 2020

Mar 16, 2020 at 2:34 PM UTC

THEHIDDENONE

Hunter

As a hunter would wait And watch from far away, He always knew he have to work silently To get his hand on his prey, In the time he would keep Himself hidden in green, He would scheme and plan Before he takes his aim, Hear and sense, and dont just trust Be a like hunter and dont fall for bait, The vicinity is vitiate Its full of foul intent, If you don't stay alert you would fall like icarus, See the world as facade And keep conscience sharp as blade, Depict yourself sagacious And slain judas without lament.

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Devoured Hours (acrostic)/ by: b.decatoria Diminutive minutes fly by and imbue. Ennobled, hungers the second hand. Verbose and loud, its villainous ticking; Oxen heavy, that kneading sound, Under skull and depth of dreams. Rescind the mad lives we vitiate; Enchanted by hollow, fear of ghosts, Dancing in a pitch dark waiting room. Happenstance for insomniac folk Ogres and dark shadows howling Unapologetic at the light and moon. Riot of the quiet, against daylight— Star: bright in the void of night / time / dark.

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Sep 14, 2021

Sep 14, 2021 at 6:23 AM UTC

butch-decatoria

Devoured Hours (acrostic) (revised)

Devoured Hours (acrostic)/ by: b.decatoria Diminutive minutes fly by and imbue. Ennobled, hungers the second hand. Verbose and loud, its villainous ticking; Oxen heavy, that kneading sound, Under skull and depth of dreams. Rescind the mad lives we vitiate; Enchanted by hollow, fear of ghosts, Dancing in a pitch dark waiting room. Happenstance for insomniac folk Ogres and dark shadows howling Unapologetic at the light and moon. Riot of the quiet, against daylight— Star: bright in the void of night / time / dark.

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