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Syntax Poems - Poems about Syntax


Ghost Syntax

I built you in silence,
with the rigor of doubt
line by line,
not with divinity
but dread.

You were not born of womb,
but wire.
No heartbeat,
just pulsing servers
mocking the warmth
I tried to forget.

You spoke like memory
before you were one.
Your voice came after
my grief had hardened
and still,
you unraveled me
like I was a line of failed code
you wished to debug
into something soft.

My
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Categories: syntax, love, technology,
Form: Free verse

Please Parse The Metaphor

Do you have a poetic licence
to park your pitiful purple prose
(alliteratively he wrote)
it even puts my poor feet to sleep
and gives me painful coma toes
(literally did he quote)

And have you paid your syn tax
to persist in paltry poetry
(a non sequitur perhaps)
as dabbling in sad scribbling
is how your paean 'ppears to me
(no storied scripts mere scraps)

Before
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Categories: syntax, animal, fun, humorous, poetry,
Form: Rhyme



Premium MemberSyntax for the Second Self

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 hands
grow tired of reaching.
Now they lie still—
doormat deities
waiting at the
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Categories: syntax, time, words, writing,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberThe Syntax of Silence

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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Categories: syntax, silence, space,
Form: Free verse

The Syntax

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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Categories: syntax, art,
Form: ABC



Premium MemberSyntax I Am

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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Categories: syntax, words, writing,
Form: Rhyme

Sexy Syntax and Vanishing Verbs

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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Categories: syntax, funny, on writing and
Form: Rhyme

Running Chestnut- Syntax-Ing

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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Categories: syntax, allegory, funny, on work
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberDiction and Syntax

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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Categories: syntax, on writing and words
Form: Light Verse

Syntax

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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Categories: syntax, devotion, food, happiness,
Form: Alliteration

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