"epicness" poems - Hello Poetry

In the mixing bowl thou hast perfected praise. Conforming to your mould, your flaky crust begins to rise. Steamy and buttery out of the oven, you make my life chill, when the morsel of butter enters the blueberry canyon to have its fill Chemically inducing nirvana, a world in the eye of God, blueberry bursts of epic epicness down my throat you trod. In my stomach you swim, my friend. "It is not good for muffin to be alone," pop goes the cherry muffin to join you, and in swims a blueberry clone. Nom nom nom.

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Mar 24, 2014

Mar 24, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC

thales

Ode to Blueberry Muffin

In the mixing bowl thou hast perfected praise. Conforming to your mould, your flaky crust begins to rise. Steamy and buttery out of the oven, you make my life chill, when the morsel of butter enters the blueberry canyon to have its fill Chemically inducing nirvana, a world in the eye of God, blueberry bursts of epic epicness down my throat you trod. In my stomach you swim, my friend. "It is not good for muffin to be alone," pop goes the cherry muffin to join you, and in swims a blueberry clone. Nom nom nom.

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This is me, I am who I am.. Every day I give all I can.. I'm not a gangster, but I'm a fighter both with my fists and as a writer I am the dark poet.. quietly killing on the lyrical scale, Edgar Allan Poe-etic is my poison, injected and inhaled willingly taken, slowly destroying me from the inside out making my veins blaze within me so that my blood cells shout my heart beat slows as the affliction eats away almost as if to say to drop rhymes upon the beat, slowly symphonic, deathly harmonic Or rather perhaps, along the lines of pure demonic. Lyrically woven into my blood, I cannot help but bleed. Music has shaped me into the man I am, seeing in depth what you could not believe I've seen wondrous nightmares and beautiful wastelands, you couldn't possibly conceive The wilderness heart beating in my chest has made me a beast of a writer For even in the darkest of my days my writings are always lighter. Doomsdays upon apocalypses, Dragons among faeries, each of these I've dreamed I cannot begin to explain the sheer epicness of these things I have seen. Lyrically woven into my blood, I cannot help but bleed.

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Nov 20, 2013

Nov 20, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC

Quiltel

Lyrically woven into my blood, I cannot help but bleed.

This is me, I am who I am.. Every day I give all I can.. I'm not a gangster, but I'm a fighter both with my fists and as a writer I am the dark poet.. quietly killing on the lyrical scale, Edgar Allan Poe-etic is my poison, injected and inhaled willingly taken, slowly destroying me from the inside out making my veins blaze within me so that my blood cells shout my heart beat slows as the affliction eats away almost as if to say to drop rhymes upon the beat, slowly symphonic, deathly harmonic Or rather perhaps, along the lines of pure demonic. Lyrically woven into my blood, I cannot help but bleed. Music has shaped me into the man I am, seeing in depth what you could not believe I've seen wondrous nightmares and beautiful wastelands, you couldn't possibly conceive The wilderness heart beating in my chest has made me a beast of a writer For even in the darkest of my days my writings are always lighter. Doomsdays upon apocalypses, Dragons among faeries, each of these I've dreamed I cannot begin to explain the sheer epicness of these things I have seen. Lyrically woven into my blood, I cannot help but bleed.

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Can you smell the little pastries cooking down the hall Can you hear the sound as my heart begins to crawl Interlaced corridors of cordial metaphor A coffee cake pace in a curious position set a forth Can you see how sensual measures make me shake Can you feel that you are my love's potentate Lost in a scatter-brained impulsiveness to force annealing Chasing that radiant love that feels like constant healing Knowing that it is pouring in half of your soul Knowing that equally given will always equal a whole Giving all the potency of love a spirit can possess Realizing that Love was never really a test But more falling into a breathtaking abyss Lost in the epicness of her every kiss

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Jan 4, 2014

Jan 4, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC

Docstrange

Forever pleasantly lost

Can you smell the little pastries cooking down the hall Can you hear the sound as my heart begins to crawl Interlaced corridors of cordial metaphor A coffee cake pace in a curious position set a forth Can you see how sensual measures make me shake Can you feel that you are my love's potentate Lost in a scatter-brained impulsiveness to force annealing Chasing that radiant love that feels like constant healing Knowing that it is pouring in half of your soul Knowing that equally given will always equal a whole Giving all the potency of love a spirit can possess Realizing that Love was never really a test But more falling into a breathtaking abyss Lost in the epicness of her every kiss

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Epic storys told every day I can never speak my mind. The grip I have on reality Indeed its quite unrealistic. To always know the current Hurts like neddles poured into a current. My thoughts are congruent with bullets Before and after shots fired. This is my fire. I live with my own spirits I have jedi mind tricks. I kick it with my mind all the time We drink soda and walk the streets at night. But the mind is not to be wasted, not mine

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Aug 17, 2010

Aug 17, 2010 at 10:00 PM UTC

demitrius

Epicness everyday

Epic storys told every day I can never speak my mind. The grip I have on reality Indeed its quite unrealistic. To always know the current Hurts like neddles poured into a current. My thoughts are congruent with bullets Before and after shots fired. This is my fire. I live with my own spirits I have jedi mind tricks. I kick it with my mind all the time We drink soda and walk the streets at night. But the mind is not to be wasted, not mine

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As I've walked this earth throughout the expanse of my existence, i have seen such beauty that has awed and bewildered my senses completely. Then I met you! I look back at those things i thought magnanimous; and they dull in comparison. The sheer epicness that your magnificent individual presents exudes; it astounds me. And no matter the lengths I go to try to put to put to words the wondrous excitement that envelopes me when you r within view, I will never be able to describe it fully enough in any world. There are no words that will ever come close.

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Dec 13, 2015

Dec 13, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC

stacy-mills

magnanimous beauty

As I've walked this earth throughout the expanse of my existence, i have seen such beauty that has awed and bewildered my senses completely. Then I met you! I look back at those things i thought magnanimous; and they dull in comparison. The sheer epicness that your magnificent individual presents exudes; it astounds me. And no matter the lengths I go to try to put to put to words the wondrous excitement that envelopes me when you r within view, I will never be able to describe it fully enough in any world. There are no words that will ever come close.

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