Word of the Day: Pulchritude

Definition: "Physical Beauty," from the Latin root "pulchri"

Enjoyable because it sounds so little like something beautiful, and so much more like something you do to your lawn.

"Oh sorry, I can't go out for sushi. I have to... you know... pulch the grass." Pulchritude always gets in the way.

It reminds me of the word putrid.

That's definitely not what definition I was imagining for the word, haha.

I get the image of a Pokemon with that word.. isn't that strange? Never heard of it before.

Pulchritude

We ascended slowly to the altitude
Seeking the sultry beauty of skies so blue
Finding clouds not so white, yet in pulchritude
Planes reach a space paradoxically true
Dimensions often will change a point of view

Pronounced as ''pal-kri-tude'' ? O.o

I don't know, my teacher always said to read things backwards in parts then read it forward and it would work. I don't think it does with that word, however xD

It sounds like an accusation to me, like arrogant and such. sarcastic even. the person who came up with that word certainly didn't feel ok with physical beauty. xD

that's close to how I was pronouncing it. I think.

Haha, I like the sentences and definitions that you guys are coming up with. I saw this word when I was browsing Dictionary.com. I've always thought it sounds way ickier than I think it's supposed to.

I've been pronouncing it like you, Britt. But on second thought, I'm not sure if that's accurate or if it's just another case of me making up word pronunciations.

Here is a go at me using this word in a poem. Ugggh

Lydia's Gait

Residue of memories
Hidden in my thoughts
For what is was and will be
Efforts lead to naught

Lie upon the cliffs of Dover
Where mist becomes my tears
Cleansing lament's leavings
With sentiments as souvenirs

Ride upon the train of pardon
Through valleys of the woe
O'er mountain tops and hillsides
To find myself and grow

Tousle my hair with daisies
In fields of gathered green
Dress myself in mossy oak
After bathing in Tilla's stream

Lullabies from common loon
Cry through claps of thunder
Ethereal melodies of sparrow
Rouse me from my slumber

Where canopies of banyans
Become the skies decor
And gnarly trunks become
An entrance to my cellar door

Lend my sight to pulchritude
My ears to natures birth
Riveted in heroic scale
The proportion of her worth

Northern lights as backdrop
Stage the camel's dance
Deja vu of fantasy
Or just a dream perchance...

Melinda Kay Carpenter

I think it's like attitude with pulp. And the Kool-Aid man comes to mind, too.