Best Syntax Poems

This body holds two of me—
the wild one,
and the one who pays for it.

I pack every want
into the shape of a pen,
but from a distance
ink looks more machine than magic.
Those who glance
only see gears,
not the slowing rhythm
or the misaligned clockwork
of a heart worn thin.

Even my...

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Diction 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...

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is 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...

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I'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...

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Coming 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...

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Words.
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,...

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SEXY 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--
...

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In 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...

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