"volubility" poems - Hello Poetry

I no longer know what to write How to express my distress Because it does not exist persist Happiness has clouded the literary aperture And my words flounder Flailing to find meaning Despair's volubility imparted a certain variegated flourish to my poetry Pleasure leaves me maundering stoically I fear I fear the doubt in sedulous reflection Blissful ignorance pervades conflagrant dissection Love life happiness Temporary distractions The aperture will soon be clear Life's down's have silver linings

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Jan 2, 2014

Jan 2, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC

helena-gray

Reticent

I no longer know what to write How to express my distress Because it does not exist persist Happiness has clouded the literary aperture And my words flounder Flailing to find meaning Despair's volubility imparted a certain variegated flourish to my poetry Pleasure leaves me maundering stoically I fear I fear the doubt in sedulous reflection Blissful ignorance pervades conflagrant dissection Love life happiness Temporary distractions The aperture will soon be clear Life's down's have silver linings

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I. nope. II. long-windedness verbosity diffuseness prolixity wordiness rambling circuity discursiveness redundancy tautology tediousness verbiage verboseness length longevity permanence garrulity windiness volubility circumlocution expansiveness babbling periphrasis gushing blathering protractedness waffling lengthiness iteration repetition prating prattling jabbering digressiveness dreariness tedium deadliness wandering repetitiousness repetitiveness pleonasm convolution logorrhoea boringness maundering superfluity duplication tiresomeness monotony reiteration gabbiness informality mouthiness diffusion logorrhea wordage blah-blah dryness dullness boredom sameness loquaciousness talkativeness loquacity freeness orotundity roundaboutness breadth gobbledegook gassiness wittering multiloquence perissology big mouth gift of the gab garrulousness staleness tallness

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Aug 19, 2019

Aug 19, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Doth your wonderous brush knowist the meaning of brevity?"

I. nope. II. long-windedness verbosity diffuseness prolixity wordiness rambling circuity discursiveness redundancy tautology tediousness verbiage verboseness length longevity permanence garrulity windiness volubility circumlocution expansiveness babbling periphrasis gushing blathering protractedness waffling lengthiness iteration repetition prating prattling jabbering digressiveness dreariness tedium deadliness wandering repetitiousness repetitiveness pleonasm convolution logorrhoea boringness maundering superfluity duplication tiresomeness monotony reiteration gabbiness informality mouthiness diffusion logorrhea wordage blah-blah dryness dullness boredom sameness loquaciousness talkativeness loquacity freeness orotundity roundaboutness breadth gobbledegook gassiness wittering multiloquence perissology big mouth gift of the gab garrulousness staleness tallness

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It's not easy speak or a Speak Easy when conversing with him, dark'ling gremlin toothless grin but he's your friend so I carry on with Yoda in the corner of my mind "judgmental you must be not" and Comicon's collective excitement fading as the light will do in the west... We speak easy with the circling of the communal pipe crystal peace in mists of glass orbs oil burner fog horns piercingly in & between my ears but its not so easy to ignore the scent of death in his halitosis We spoke of Superheroes their idiosyncratic identities His secret celebrity crushes envying Green Lantern’s ring finger he speculates on Cyclop's orientation, "Y don’t you make me an X man, professor?" Informatively encyclopedic volubility, Mike speaks queerly and toofless yet well versed on oral said he rims pacific beach boys (And I can smell the white lies wafting from his mouth) as I color at his studly fairy tales and his idolatry of prepubescent innocence the hyper kind of ********** as he verbally recalls the taste of how sweet the sweet untouched were... *"The most gorgeous boys I’ve ever seen in **** or anyplace on the face of the planet comes from and are probably ******* now in Europe... Mmm, European boys... I want to use my life’s savings to go there enter the war zone and come back wounded..."* I can't even imagine Shrapnel jacked backside, points and protrusions grandiloquent mouths and holes full of enunciations... "Fourteen is the age of consent there..." he is smiling a caricature of a wolf *** fang less Such a pseudo wanna-be possibly already ********* friend from the broken rainbow factory, how I chuckle uncomfortably shake my head disbelievingly oh the humorous horror of it... (I'm grinding my teeth, until I notice myself doing so and get an image of him with a gummy grin, I preoccupy my thinking nodding as I half-heartedly half listen)

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Jun 11, 2016

Jun 11, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC

butch-decatoria

DOWNTOWN MIKE'S HALITOSIS

It's not easy speak or a Speak Easy when conversing with him, dark'ling gremlin toothless grin but he's your friend so I carry on with Yoda in the corner of my mind "judgmental you must be not" and Comicon's collective excitement fading as the light will do in the west... We speak easy with the circling of the communal pipe crystal peace in mists of glass orbs oil burner fog horns piercingly in & between my ears but its not so easy to ignore the scent of death in his halitosis We spoke of Superheroes their idiosyncratic identities His secret celebrity crushes envying Green Lantern’s ring finger he speculates on Cyclop's orientation, "Y don’t you make me an X man, professor?" Informatively encyclopedic volubility, Mike speaks queerly and toofless yet well versed on oral said he rims pacific beach boys (And I can smell the white lies wafting from his mouth) as I color at his studly fairy tales and his idolatry of prepubescent innocence the hyper kind of ********** as he verbally recalls the taste of how sweet the sweet untouched were... *"The most gorgeous boys I’ve ever seen in **** or anyplace on the face of the planet comes from and are probably ******* now in Europe... Mmm, European boys... I want to use my life’s savings to go there enter the war zone and come back wounded..."* I can't even imagine Shrapnel jacked backside, points and protrusions grandiloquent mouths and holes full of enunciations... "Fourteen is the age of consent there..." he is smiling a caricature of a wolf *** fang less Such a pseudo wanna-be possibly already ********* friend from the broken rainbow factory, how I chuckle uncomfortably shake my head disbelievingly oh the humorous horror of it... (I'm grinding my teeth, until I notice myself doing so and get an image of him with a gummy grin, I preoccupy my thinking nodding as I half-heartedly half listen)

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Volubility rose, the dreadful night, Tall hot speech, Children scent. Drumming the dumb and overhanging web, The sea-green spell is, the the. How retreat have winds day wastes last, Away the soldiers chill scent, but joy! Away dreadful language speech, rose’s! How summer cruel, we brininess dull; How soldiers sky, too. Angry grow a die At the too the say. Day, there’s cool in fright. Spell much, we how evening by From hot and coldly fear: To to to.

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Mar 27, 2015

Mar 27, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC

christopher2332

The Cool Web

Volubility rose, the dreadful night, Tall hot speech, Children scent. Drumming the dumb and overhanging web, The sea-green spell is, the the. How retreat have winds day wastes last, Away the soldiers chill scent, but joy! Away dreadful language speech, rose’s! How summer cruel, we brininess dull; How soldiers sky, too. Angry grow a die At the too the say. Day, there’s cool in fright. Spell much, we how evening by From hot and coldly fear: To to to.

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I had a dream a while ago in which I shattered to pieces my porcelain feelings screaming, as my fragile being, my ego careened into the abrasive floors of a street. My chest became my cremation chamber when your eyes stabbed instead of kissed me, charring my skies and calcifying my heart until it crumbled in defeat. You left me in this dream; and I became an orphaned soldier, because your arms have a way of sailing me home, and I was left stranded with my cheek to the dirt they're the entrancing warmth I feel as I open the entrance door after what feels like a montage , surgically patching my broken days into weeks and months, but every patch is the same **** color every patch the burial ground of scattered death dirt tears dirt have you ever slept with a quilt so dull it's covers disown you under it's hollow body? It's difficult to describe to you verbally the intensity of what I feel for you, my volubility vulnerable to flaws in the jaws of inexperience and tangled in destiny's hair, but I can say I choke under the heavy smoke of my ignorant mistakes, I cry for you, your pain, I wish I could steal it and make it my own but it seems that too is a dream.

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Jul 1, 2014

Jul 1, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC

LionetteSaysHello

Ending

I had a dream a while ago in which I shattered to pieces my porcelain feelings screaming, as my fragile being, my ego careened into the abrasive floors of a street. My chest became my cremation chamber when your eyes stabbed instead of kissed me, charring my skies and calcifying my heart until it crumbled in defeat. You left me in this dream; and I became an orphaned soldier, because your arms have a way of sailing me home, and I was left stranded with my cheek to the dirt they're the entrancing warmth I feel as I open the entrance door after what feels like a montage , surgically patching my broken days into weeks and months, but every patch is the same **** color every patch the burial ground of scattered death dirt tears dirt have you ever slept with a quilt so dull it's covers disown you under it's hollow body? It's difficult to describe to you verbally the intensity of what I feel for you, my volubility vulnerable to flaws in the jaws of inexperience and tangled in destiny's hair, but I can say I choke under the heavy smoke of my ignorant mistakes, I cry for you, your pain, I wish I could steal it and make it my own but it seems that too is a dream.

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