Best Syntax Poems
Diction and SyntaxDiction and syntax
syntax and diction
may as well
be science-fiction
searching for words
which have better meaning
poking and prodding
gleaning and screening,
and how should I arrange that phrase?
Format that phrase, how?
Ins and outs,
ups and downs,
this will NOT break me
I vow!
Opting for this,
vying for that,
sounding as silly as
the Cat in the...
Continue reading...
Categories:
syntax, on writing and words
Form:
Light Verse
Running Chestnut- Syntax-Ingis it a noun or is a verb um to ing or not to ing question my son to patronize a thing gerunds ung unga to...
Continue reading...
Categories:
syntax, allegory, funny, on work
Form:
Free verse
Syntax I AmI'm just a little turn of phrase,
to help them smile and amaze,
not appear boring or dull.
I'm your voice, how you sing,
how you make them all take wing,
suck them in, then create a lull.
Feel my rhythm, feel me sway,
long, meandering thoughts to get you lost and...
Continue reading...
Categories:
syntax, words, writing,
Form:
Rhyme
The SyntaxComing over here
to find me, in abstract meaning ?
I was very much there in your eyes.
*
A ghost appears
on your lips, when you explore
the silence of...
Continue reading...
Categories:
syntax, art,
Form:
ABC
Sexy Syntax and Vanishing VerbsSEXY SYNTAX and vanishing verbs
by V. Anderson-Throop
Syntax , syntax
I love you.
From your by to your through.
Syntax ,syntax
You are lost--
Like a letter in the post.
When I scream to find you there
I just look to from and where
Verbs tried grabbing my delight--
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
syntax, funny, on writing and
Form:
Rhyme
SyntaxWords.
They rattle my soul this mourning,
This slim redemptive moment held with in the hands
Of the clock – that lesser god who rankles low the
The vibration of the street; the movement
Of the sheets entwined around my ankles;
I sense the morning brew,
Seraphim dance around my nostrils;
My eyelids,...
Continue reading...
Categories:
syntax, devotion, food, happiness,
Form:
Alliteration
The Syntax of SilenceIn the interlude between breaths,
silence hangs like a ripe fruit,
heavy with unspoken histories.
Here, in this moment's hush,
the world writes itself anew —
each atom a calligrapher's brush.
Silence: not absence, but presence
distilled to its purest form,
a language beyond the reach of tongues.
It speaks in the spaces between...
Continue reading...
Categories:
syntax, silence, space,
Form:
Free verse