Utterance Poems - Poems about Utterance

...For some, this two-letter word is as ponderous as a sixty-cubit chain. It rattles around in their hearts like a lightning-and-thunder storm. Uttering it is as impossible as eating blazing coals ......Read the rest...

...An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars, is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds , scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost, faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,......Read the rest...

... I consider myself a technologically savvy old geezer. With a simple utterance of “Hey Google, show me cute puppy videos” my world is filled with hours of mindless entertainment. I can do Facebook, ......Read the rest...

...You might say, “I long to chase this path, As far as it can go, to witness, feel and join, The adventures of the wanderers. I want to mimic them, and do as they do. To dance as they dance and ......Read the rest...

...Bright jewel enshrined odyssey sparkles, as haunted pneuma’s blinding sun quest, sculpts sweet blissful dream escape plot, from deep well nagging torrents, wounded sigh raw throat rush, magma sp......Read the rest...

...CONTINUES PART II: Then she departs, ... his newfound friend stands (clueless me, no intro of her) I with Rick ... waiting wife comes--(Hellooo Oh) newfound by brochure stand he says, "My wife ......Read the rest...

...The Revenant pt. 3 - The Midnight Hour ~{Renatus}~ Toll of the bell at Midnight Hour, High above, —the full moon still Below, a sepulcher in darkness devoured, E......Read the rest...

... Written: March 09, 2024 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It's utterly aquiver and ambivalent With is a glimmer of modesty His fame stems from promoting peace......Read the rest...

...Your words are a series of tumbling incisions that contour my dovish frame, before your lips swoosh across and slice this canvas of marrow and bone, Lo! How each utterance metamorphized ......Read the rest...

...What be Ye, Preacher or Mortician? A mortician prepares and buries the remains. The hole he or she digs is for a lifeless corps, free of soul. And the eulogy is of poppies and the utteran......Read the rest...

...In a world where silence screams, Attention seeks your every night and day. Triggers lurk in screens turned white, Flickering lights an endless sight. Likes and shares, currency prized, Valida......Read the rest...

... Depression is a shape poem A difficult one in times of contemplation A shape that gets you, almost in nothingness Whispers darkness in the valley of your chest. Where the minaret stood in t......Read the rest...

...Like a blanket woven of fluffy white fleece, The snow lay thickly on the ground. Angels had taken a huge fluffy cloud from the sky, And blew it down to cover all around. The frost in th......Read the rest...

... In the glade of sallowed comparisons as told by the shade of star-crossed ways, where secrets are catching vespers in petrific gaze. In the mists ......Read the rest...

... GREEN DAY – revisited Although the following poetic/prosaic material written January eighteenth two thousand and eighteen, I came across these encapsulated, enclosed, encoded, and encrusted wi......Read the rest...