"egoes" poems - Hello Poetry

When I was young boy I never wanted love I seeked something more I wanted a partner who will join up with me to experience every stupid thing that life has to offer We would often think that we ate all the wisdom in world and then again fail together Our egoes would crush and deepen in sorrow times we would share the light and in marry times we would respect the dark we would understand that life is far too short for our mutual feelings to fulfill that infinite we are not and our bodies must go Of death we would think not always, but from time to time sharing hands, resting our old bodies in the living room In the end we would often go to our long walks alongside the river and smile and rejoice because that is the ultimate happiness knowing we lived together, sharing our virtues and spreading them into the every situation

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Jan 21, 2019

Jan 21, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC

shoshin

Ultimate virtue

When I was young boy I never wanted love I seeked something more I wanted a partner who will join up with me to experience every stupid thing that life has to offer We would often think that we ate all the wisdom in world and then again fail together Our egoes would crush and deepen in sorrow times we would share the light and in marry times we would respect the dark we would understand that life is far too short for our mutual feelings to fulfill that infinite we are not and our bodies must go Of death we would think not always, but from time to time sharing hands, resting our old bodies in the living room In the end we would often go to our long walks alongside the river and smile and rejoice because that is the ultimate happiness knowing we lived together, sharing our virtues and spreading them into the every situation

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I see people with there minds closed feelings exposed eyes wide shut, with open toes they're too enclosed in a mindstate - reality overthrown By throwns of the egos Egoes guiding the thrown. war amongst foes killing innocent souls like wild fowls. We keep judging books by their covers, so when the truth unfolds, it's a different story. True nature uncovers has halos hover over two stories. The sins of our father's, and we blame our motherland for land us in unforsaken. Thanks to mother we all will sink in the sand that we played our hand. Instead of learning for our mistakes, we take the word of another man. Wisdom is something I will never understand, as long as I got the upper hand.

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Sep 15, 2015

Sep 15, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC

Styles

Parables

I see people with there minds closed feelings exposed eyes wide shut, with open toes they're too enclosed in a mindstate - reality overthrown By throwns of the egos Egoes guiding the thrown. war amongst foes killing innocent souls like wild fowls. We keep judging books by their covers, so when the truth unfolds, it's a different story. True nature uncovers has halos hover over two stories. The sins of our father's, and we blame our motherland for land us in unforsaken. Thanks to mother we all will sink in the sand that we played our hand. Instead of learning for our mistakes, we take the word of another man. Wisdom is something I will never understand, as long as I got the upper hand.

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Every relation Has Love The basis Fights Arguments Discussions Debates Understandings Misunderstandings Egoes Care Helping Both pluses And minuses If you run away From this You will not Be complete You are incomplete

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Oct 3, 2014

Oct 3, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC

Babu-kandula

764. Relations and their equations

Every relation Has Love The basis Fights Arguments Discussions Debates Understandings Misunderstandings Egoes Care Helping Both pluses And minuses If you run away From this You will not Be complete You are incomplete

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Thunder [x10] I was caught In the middle of my dream (thunder) I looked round Hit with fear and excitement, I did scream (thunder) My mind raced As I sat up in my room (thunder) And I knew Tonight, our egoes come to a doom (thunder) Sound of the drums Beating in the clouds Oh thunder, what fun It gave me a start I've been Thunderstruck Building buildings and highways Tainting jungles, moulding towns We think, urbanisation'll fix us, yeah fix us, and it would be fun We set big goals "Re"claimed land to build architectural marvels so fine Broke all the rules But weren't we the fools? No no we, we, we didn't use our minds And they were shaking all the trees Witnessing this, I was pleased Irate nature is feisty, not kind I've been Thunderstruck And they were shaking all the trees Witnessing this, I was pleased Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck It's alright, we're doin' fine It's alright, we're doin' fine, fine, fine Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck Thunderstruck, may we be, may we be Thunderstruck, I've been Thunderstruck Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck I've been Thunderstruck

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Sep 13, 2017

Sep 13, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC

deeteaful

Thunderstruck

Thunder [x10] I was caught In the middle of my dream (thunder) I looked round Hit with fear and excitement, I did scream (thunder) My mind raced As I sat up in my room (thunder) And I knew Tonight, our egoes come to a doom (thunder) Sound of the drums Beating in the clouds Oh thunder, what fun It gave me a start I've been Thunderstruck Building buildings and highways Tainting jungles, moulding towns We think, urbanisation'll fix us, yeah fix us, and it would be fun We set big goals "Re"claimed land to build architectural marvels so fine Broke all the rules But weren't we the fools? No no we, we, we didn't use our minds And they were shaking all the trees Witnessing this, I was pleased Irate nature is feisty, not kind I've been Thunderstruck And they were shaking all the trees Witnessing this, I was pleased Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck It's alright, we're doin' fine It's alright, we're doin' fine, fine, fine Thunderstruck, yeah, yeah, yeah Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck Thunderstruck, may we be, may we be Thunderstruck, I've been Thunderstruck Thunderstruck, Thunderstruck I've been Thunderstruck

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As a young budding man I saw my grandma took an offence with the world. She guarded me well from what she thought could corrupt my mind and later life About women, she only told me how to win their hearts. About cooking she told not to come close to the smoke chambers, it never meant for men. Let your woman sit whatever way she feels free in the kitchen, let her feel there is no watchtower over her head, you're suffocating her. Let her wipe her running nose with her dress, let her dry the sweat with her hands. Let her scratch whatever part of her body that needs the attention of her nails. Let the air pass through her, let the air escape her freely without feeling embarassed of the presence of a watchman. Let her feel comfortable with everything scattered in the kitchen while in the business of mixing different raw foods to what can make her house be strong. And my grandma added that when she is let to do all these things, the food will be nice and enjoyable. Because she said a woman has only three places to feel freely, in the bathroom, in the kitchen and in the bedroom but it is only in the kitchen she does her important things in the open. Never get use to buying food stuffs to your wife, give her the money and let her do the shopping herself, for she must be able to know what you, her and the rest like, she knows what food made men strong. All these things made women what they were, they made women lay strong foundation of love, hope and growth, for men are only good at bossing when it comes to family matters, women are good at making things happen. Such women made their men feel strong worthy, respected and responsible and their egoes elevated. But todays woman feels like she is the other man in the house, she wants a man to cook, wash the plates, change the nappies all in the name of 'LOVE', what again do they call it? LOVE, God forbid. As men we need to let women be women and you be you as men, for with the growth of time men's esteen has gone to its record low. Men, women, lets make it possible to work for us for we can only be what we are!

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Nov 6, 2014

Nov 6, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC

george-achongo

As a man

As a young budding man I saw my grandma took an offence with the world. She guarded me well from what she thought could corrupt my mind and later life About women, she only told me how to win their hearts. About cooking she told not to come close to the smoke chambers, it never meant for men. Let your woman sit whatever way she feels free in the kitchen, let her feel there is no watchtower over her head, you're suffocating her. Let her wipe her running nose with her dress, let her dry the sweat with her hands. Let her scratch whatever part of her body that needs the attention of her nails. Let the air pass through her, let the air escape her freely without feeling embarassed of the presence of a watchman. Let her feel comfortable with everything scattered in the kitchen while in the business of mixing different raw foods to what can make her house be strong. And my grandma added that when she is let to do all these things, the food will be nice and enjoyable. Because she said a woman has only three places to feel freely, in the bathroom, in the kitchen and in the bedroom but it is only in the kitchen she does her important things in the open. Never get use to buying food stuffs to your wife, give her the money and let her do the shopping herself, for she must be able to know what you, her and the rest like, she knows what food made men strong. All these things made women what they were, they made women lay strong foundation of love, hope and growth, for men are only good at bossing when it comes to family matters, women are good at making things happen. Such women made their men feel strong worthy, respected and responsible and their egoes elevated. But todays woman feels like she is the other man in the house, she wants a man to cook, wash the plates, change the nappies all in the name of 'LOVE', what again do they call it? LOVE, God forbid. As men we need to let women be women and you be you as men, for with the growth of time men's esteen has gone to its record low. Men, women, lets make it possible to work for us for we can only be what we are!

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When the day will finally arrive Into no ears she'll utter goodbye Amounts of worth amount to waste A useless soul disposed in haste Mother Earth will pause not while A final sigh leaves from her lost child Devoid of hesitation, ponder or grief, A mass of waste returns to its lodgings beneath And when she stumbles to the gloom below Faces that mirror hers will be all she'll know A monotony of waste, pulsing in a vile brew Beneath our feet and below our egoes, One day we'll be there too

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Jun 20, 2010

Jun 20, 2010 at 8:07 AM UTC

alyssa-rose-evans

Her Destination

When the day will finally arrive Into no ears she'll utter goodbye Amounts of worth amount to waste A useless soul disposed in haste Mother Earth will pause not while A final sigh leaves from her lost child Devoid of hesitation, ponder or grief, A mass of waste returns to its lodgings beneath And when she stumbles to the gloom below Faces that mirror hers will be all she'll know A monotony of waste, pulsing in a vile brew Beneath our feet and below our egoes, One day we'll be there too

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You might be of "a middle age" You might have "Second Hand Clothes" You Might not Have a fist full of fifties. What makes you shine is above this... You chose the right passage.... You didn't Force on Someone Some Religion You didn't Ignore someone who was "hard on their luck." You didn't preach words, rather, you handed him a hand and a lunch for a buck. Big hearts don't have the need to look down on the still growing ones. They don't need to look away from the hearts who were the older ones. They shall stand with each other and walk. Make changes to the world by living in harmony with one another. Not wars to force them into beliefs or for wants or for greed. We don't share pain, shoot down those who fly different then ourselves. We were released from bonds The bonds that were on our selfish prides Trophies shared on dusty shelves. Mother Earth Shall Be Health and Happy The days shall not end nor will be put to the end By useless stereotypes, raging wars, and bored egoes of the large. We are the true human bright hearts who want a new tomorrow.. By making today a sweet one from bright and giving light from inside us. We are a new Earth. People United together and who will not end...But Grow.

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Jul 7, 2015

Jul 7, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC

kevin-michael-kappler

United

You might be of "a middle age" You might have "Second Hand Clothes" You Might not Have a fist full of fifties. What makes you shine is above this... You chose the right passage.... You didn't Force on Someone Some Religion You didn't Ignore someone who was "hard on their luck." You didn't preach words, rather, you handed him a hand and a lunch for a buck. Big hearts don't have the need to look down on the still growing ones. They don't need to look away from the hearts who were the older ones. They shall stand with each other and walk. Make changes to the world by living in harmony with one another. Not wars to force them into beliefs or for wants or for greed. We don't share pain, shoot down those who fly different then ourselves. We were released from bonds The bonds that were on our selfish prides Trophies shared on dusty shelves. Mother Earth Shall Be Health and Happy The days shall not end nor will be put to the end By useless stereotypes, raging wars, and bored egoes of the large. We are the true human bright hearts who want a new tomorrow.. By making today a sweet one from bright and giving light from inside us. We are a new Earth. People United together and who will not end...But Grow.

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Every evening around seven I grow restless seeking for my haven searching for a single beam to survive A desperate attempt to dive The crater that I had been filling the whole day with egoes and ashes of my sweat expands itself so big and deep ******* me into it to settle the debt I just stand there breathing only half the poltergeist inside allows no air to pass all I do is take this massive sighs only way to end this is just let it go by I go around the town in a gait of a drunk clown unprecedented steps unprecedented goals unprecedented plans this unprecedented hole Not a single soul I can trust Nor can I let it go I just feel so **** alone for a moment wishing my heart to burst Just when I feel I cannot take it anymore and I get down to shut the door the clock strikes nine and I hear it so very loud there goes away the scary black cloud and I suddenly get all very fine. If some one could explain me this ridiculous pang or else one of these day I will end this with a bang.... these ****** couple of hours...

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC

yuphoriaa

These couple of hours

Every evening around seven I grow restless seeking for my haven searching for a single beam to survive A desperate attempt to dive The crater that I had been filling the whole day with egoes and ashes of my sweat expands itself so big and deep ******* me into it to settle the debt I just stand there breathing only half the poltergeist inside allows no air to pass all I do is take this massive sighs only way to end this is just let it go by I go around the town in a gait of a drunk clown unprecedented steps unprecedented goals unprecedented plans this unprecedented hole Not a single soul I can trust Nor can I let it go I just feel so **** alone for a moment wishing my heart to burst Just when I feel I cannot take it anymore and I get down to shut the door the clock strikes nine and I hear it so very loud there goes away the scary black cloud and I suddenly get all very fine. If some one could explain me this ridiculous pang or else one of these day I will end this with a bang.... these ****** couple of hours...

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The Truth is there to be found when we put our egoes to the ground. So shall we truly attain what our souls want to sustain.

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Jun 9, 2018

Jun 9, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC

aslam-m

Truth Seeker

The Truth is there to be found when we put our egoes to the ground. So shall we truly attain what our souls want to sustain.

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My Dear! Don't you know? I 'd carved your name in my heart and locked it inside a box of devotion the keys were thrown away in the river of love.. So my dear There's no going back - for me All the boats of doubts have been burnt before you could be taken away... All the bridges of mistrust have collapsed So we could not walk out on each other All the egoes and prides been buried There's nothing but our own constellation of hope and dreams So tell me now How are you planning to escape from "never- never land"...

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Sep 4, 2020

Sep 4, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC

hammad_writes

Utopia

My Dear! Don't you know? I 'd carved your name in my heart and locked it inside a box of devotion the keys were thrown away in the river of love.. So my dear There's no going back - for me All the boats of doubts have been burnt before you could be taken away... All the bridges of mistrust have collapsed So we could not walk out on each other All the egoes and prides been buried There's nothing but our own constellation of hope and dreams So tell me now How are you planning to escape from "never- never land"...

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