Syntax Poems - Poems about Syntax

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 stars, in the pause before dawn breaks, in the trembling of a...

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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 the road. ...

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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 find your way, or short and succinct to get you down...

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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-- lost agreement gave me fright. Alas, true lovers of fair words Long...

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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 ingaz ...

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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 Hat. Syntax and diction Diction and syntax but now that it’s done, I can...

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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, screens of twin rainbow dreams, The fluid of last night’s dreams...

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