Best Elocution Poems
Categories:
elocution, on writing and words,
Form:
Light Verse
Free Cee This Is Your Last Chance For This Day To Be Edified By Elocution SuperbWHEREVER IS WHENEVER
Whenever living begins to chase me
or whenever it attempts to erase me
whenever life seems like a tumultuous insurrection
I always run in the same direction
Whenever denial defies my ample need
Whenever a festering sore begins to bleed
Whenever I feel like an outcast from...
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Categories:
elocution, romance, sun,
Form:
Quatrain
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Diction ENglish grammer proper nouns predicates verbs learn the way the language
works then grow up to be a poet and throw it all away today to make new words to
make poems bleed to make the rhymes the prose doth need....
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Categories:
elocution, allegory, education, inspirational, on
Form:
Prose Poetry
Tenderhearted Elocutionlike leftover sloppy joe dripping
out the sides of his/her mouth
as the gormandizer gets ready
for the rest of the meal---s/he
stands at the podium, a politician,
a priest---one in the same, telling
the sheep that they are not to
blame---because s/he tells them
what they want to hear (that...
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Categories:
elocution, life, life,
Form:
Free verse
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Pray tell
My belle
Bespeak thy spell
And pierce my fragile shell
To make of me a harbinger in hell
My belle
Please explain
My swain
How thou shall surely be the measure of my pain
Please make plain
The stain upon my life which you will, with certainty, ordain
And about all my merriment...
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Categories:
elocution, angst, me, me,
Form:
Monorhyme
Elocution To Bitter Cola IiTales and folktales binds
the mind's eye about firmly,
spearheading log of thoughts—
rock of words, after another
into bridges of unified force.
Father the ship on my head
fanning out memories between
the cracks of my torso why
I press myself under the sun
is s t r e t c...
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Categories:
elocution, depression, grief,
Form:
Elegy
Elocution To Bitter Cola IiiWhy slaying the stars
& rigorously binding their light
for listening ears under the mango tree
to frame folktales for midnight song,
make a geysers of yellowstone
carrying fresh fetch palm wine—
put their tongues to taste the juice,
to kiss the faces of roses.
I tell you, they aren't the equation
where xy=0
...
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Categories:
elocution, grave, murder,
Form:
Elegy