"epitomise" poems - Hello Poetry

Be kind to yourself, as you are with others You have these grand expectations of yourself and at times, those around you It's good to have goals and a hunger for betterment, but you must also be vigilant to keep them realistic Because, while you are indeed fierce & strong-willed, you are also soft & at times fragile You are human. But that doesn't mean you are without superpowers Your sensitivity is your greatest gift, but without care, can also be your greatest downfall You must learn to master your craft. This means to be patient with yourself as you would with others, to show compassion as you would with others, to show love, grace, & humility, to yourself This in practice, is to truly understand, & epitomise, that self-care is not selfish That it is okay to say no, or to ask for help, or to be truly vulnerable To acknowledge that fear is the root cause of bitterness & resentment To embrace the lows, for making the highs even sweeter To let the good wash over you the same as the bad, & embrace the micro changes, as the meta stays the same To believe you are worthy, of a great love, the same as you believe another's worthy of yours To embody the idiom that one can only truly love another, after they learn to love themself, & thus allowing the hard-earned victory of grounded, stable communion To know the difference between support & advice, love & lust, friendships & partnerships To have faith that you will find your way, because you will; because you live your life with generosity & authenticity This is my vision for you, that you will make this your reality.

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC

M-Salinger

Dear Self,

Be kind to yourself, as you are with others You have these grand expectations of yourself and at times, those around you It's good to have goals and a hunger for betterment, but you must also be vigilant to keep them realistic Because, while you are indeed fierce & strong-willed, you are also soft & at times fragile You are human. But that doesn't mean you are without superpowers Your sensitivity is your greatest gift, but without care, can also be your greatest downfall You must learn to master your craft. This means to be patient with yourself as you would with others, to show compassion as you would with others, to show love, grace, & humility, to yourself This in practice, is to truly understand, & epitomise, that self-care is not selfish That it is okay to say no, or to ask for help, or to be truly vulnerable To acknowledge that fear is the root cause of bitterness & resentment To embrace the lows, for making the highs even sweeter To let the good wash over you the same as the bad, & embrace the micro changes, as the meta stays the same To believe you are worthy, of a great love, the same as you believe another's worthy of yours To embody the idiom that one can only truly love another, after they learn to love themself, & thus allowing the hard-earned victory of grounded, stable communion To know the difference between support & advice, love & lust, friendships & partnerships To have faith that you will find your way, because you will; because you live your life with generosity & authenticity This is my vision for you, that you will make this your reality.

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James Brown Wasn’t Wrong... !!! You Have To Pay A Cost... To... Move Like A BOSS... !!! Otherwise You’ll Get Dropped... Like... HIROSHIMA Bombs... !!! If You Don't Move Strong... And With Power Like KONG... !!! That Helps You To WIN... EVERY Fight That You're In... !!! Because To Move Like A KING... Takes... REAL DISCIPLINE... !!! Which ISN’T Something... That Subordinates Bring... !!! A King Has Linchpins... Just Like Wilson Fisk... Or Bosses Equipped... To RAISE TITANIC Ships... !!! Or Flip Scripts Like CRIPS... Whose Bloodline Is Rich... In VIOLENT STINGS... And BRUTAL Killings... !!! If Their Path Is Crossed... By... Bosses Or Cops... Who Need To Get Stopped... Because What They’ve Got... Are Movements That Flop... Like Heads Who Can’t Box... So... Quickly Get Rocked... When Chin Checks Connect... Like Bullets Do Chests... !!! You See Bosses Don’t Sweat... When Pressures Upset... Their Plans And Projects... !!! They Just Use Their Minds... As Well As... Wise Guys... Or Made Men Whose Vibes... Prove That They're Willing To DIE... To Maintain Gangster Ties... For Dons Or... " Patrons "... !!! Escobars Or Those Known... As Yes... Don Corleones... !!! That’s Right Gangster Bosses... Who DON'T Stand For NONSENSE... !!! They Move Like Top Shottas’... Who Fly... Helicopters... So QUICKLY Solve Problems... By Using SMART Plotters... !!!!!!!! Who Stand By Their Sides... That's Right Like Their Wives... And Give Good Advice... Because They Are Guys... Who Are MORE Than Wise... !!! When It Comes To Insights... That Help Them... Survive... !!! In Times Where They Face... Detection And Fates... That Fill MORE Than Graves... !!! So Bosses MAINTAIN... By USING Their BRAINS... !!! And By Knowing That Fame... May See Them ERASED... !!! But Bosses Have Style... And Have To Profile... A FEARLESS Mindset... When They Face Arrest... Or Those Who Leave Heads... of Horses In... BEDS... !!! And Bosses PROTECT... Their Fam’ To The END... !!! But When They Face Threats... That Limit Their Resistance... An Option They'll ACCEPT... Is To SHOOT Their CHILDREN... And WIFE To Quell Threats... From Their... Opponents... !!! Right In FRONT of THEM... And Then Say... "What's Next ?"... !!! A REAL BOSS Moves DREAD... !!! Or Are Those Who Express... With TOTAL CONFIDENCE... !!! When It Comes To Poems... Or Spoken Words Said... So That’s Right I’m The Type... When It Comes To Tight Rhymes... And Poetic Lines... Who Does EPITOMISE... One of The... TOP FLIGHT... !!! Because Cash Might Be Nice... And Can Get You A Wife... Whose Body Is Tight... And... Corporate Ties... Or A Gangster Type Life... !!! But You’d Best Recognise... !!! That Just Like James Brown... It’s... How You Get Down... That Proves You’re No Clown... !!! And That You Are STRONG... !!! NO MATTER What Lifestyle... Or Money You’ve Got... !!! If What You Profile... Is A POWER That ROCKS... !!! That Makes Others NOD... In Acknowledgment of... The Fact That You’re One... Even If You Are NOT... !!! Who'll ALWAYS Get Props... Because You.... ... “ Move Like A BOSS ! ”...

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Sep 22, 2021

Sep 22, 2021 at 9:19 PM UTC

big-virge

“Move Like A Boss” ... A Poem written by Big Virge 21/11/2020

James Brown Wasn’t Wrong... !!! You Have To Pay A Cost... To... Move Like A BOSS... !!! Otherwise You’ll Get Dropped... Like... HIROSHIMA Bombs... !!! If You Don't Move Strong... And With Power Like KONG... !!! That Helps You To WIN... EVERY Fight That You're In... !!! Because To Move Like A KING... Takes... REAL DISCIPLINE... !!! Which ISN’T Something... That Subordinates Bring... !!! A King Has Linchpins... Just Like Wilson Fisk... Or Bosses Equipped... To RAISE TITANIC Ships... !!! Or Flip Scripts Like CRIPS... Whose Bloodline Is Rich... In VIOLENT STINGS... And BRUTAL Killings... !!! If Their Path Is Crossed... By... Bosses Or Cops... Who Need To Get Stopped... Because What They’ve Got... Are Movements That Flop... Like Heads Who Can’t Box... So... Quickly Get Rocked... When Chin Checks Connect... Like Bullets Do Chests... !!! You See Bosses Don’t Sweat... When Pressures Upset... Their Plans And Projects... !!! They Just Use Their Minds... As Well As... Wise Guys... Or Made Men Whose Vibes... Prove That They're Willing To DIE... To Maintain Gangster Ties... For Dons Or... " Patrons "... !!! Escobars Or Those Known... As Yes... Don Corleones... !!! That’s Right Gangster Bosses... Who DON'T Stand For NONSENSE... !!! They Move Like Top Shottas’... Who Fly... Helicopters... So QUICKLY Solve Problems... By Using SMART Plotters... !!!!!!!! Who Stand By Their Sides... That's Right Like Their Wives... And Give Good Advice... Because They Are Guys... Who Are MORE Than Wise... !!! When It Comes To Insights... That Help Them... Survive... !!! In Times Where They Face... Detection And Fates... That Fill MORE Than Graves... !!! So Bosses MAINTAIN... By USING Their BRAINS... !!! And By Knowing That Fame... May See Them ERASED... !!! But Bosses Have Style... And Have To Profile... A FEARLESS Mindset... When They Face Arrest... Or Those Who Leave Heads... of Horses In... BEDS... !!! And Bosses PROTECT... Their Fam’ To The END... !!! But When They Face Threats... That Limit Their Resistance... An Option They'll ACCEPT... Is To SHOOT Their CHILDREN... And WIFE To Quell Threats... From Their... Opponents... !!! Right In FRONT of THEM... And Then Say... "What's Next ?"... !!! A REAL BOSS Moves DREAD... !!! Or Are Those Who Express... With TOTAL CONFIDENCE... !!! When It Comes To Poems... Or Spoken Words Said... So That’s Right I’m The Type... When It Comes To Tight Rhymes... And Poetic Lines... Who Does EPITOMISE... One of The... TOP FLIGHT... !!! Because Cash Might Be Nice... And Can Get You A Wife... Whose Body Is Tight... And... Corporate Ties... Or A Gangster Type Life... !!! But You’d Best Recognise... !!! That Just Like James Brown... It’s... How You Get Down... That Proves You’re No Clown... !!! And That You Are STRONG... !!! NO MATTER What Lifestyle... Or Money You’ve Got... !!! If What You Profile... Is A POWER That ROCKS... !!! That Makes Others NOD... In Acknowledgment of... The Fact That You’re One... Even If You Are NOT... !!! Who'll ALWAYS Get Props... Because You.... ... “ Move Like A BOSS ! ”...

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it’s hard to stop writing about you because you were my 2am inspiration as well as my tears it’s been a long time since you’ve left yet you still haunt my dreams and epitomise my fears

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Jun 29, 2013

Jun 29, 2013 at 8:34 AM UTC

ting-jun

2am

it’s hard to stop writing about you because you were my 2am inspiration as well as my tears it’s been a long time since you’ve left yet you still haunt my dreams and epitomise my fears

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I was the bringer of dawn, pulling the sun into the sky and allowing my constellation to fade before His light. I leant against the edge of darkness and stood, for a moment, amongst the bright white of Heaven's Throne, deep chasms of blue circling my feet. I was the greatest of them all, He made me the greatest of them all. I was a prince, the lord of the air. Now, I am nothing. The shining one, light bearer; sent to epitomise darkness and evil. My wings have been blackened by soot and clogged by smoke - they will never fly again. I will never see the sun or be free amongst the stars once more, pushing the sky around the Earth. I will never feel His approving hand on my shoulder or resting on my head. He cast me away as if I was nothing and cut my hair from my head, replacing flaxen curls with horns of blackened bone. The Devil, they call me. The slanderer who was hurled from heaven to hell. I see myself in pools of despair: is this who I have become? Where did the man who shook the earth with the beat of his wings and make whole countries tremble go? I made the world a wilderness and now I'm gone it has been cultivated into a dull plain of melancholy. I am nothing without the white brightness of the night's sky, I was son of the morning. Venus was my head, the morning star my heart. Now, my constellation lies in the ashes of soul fire because of my foolish pride and envy.

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Apr 23, 2017

Apr 23, 2017 at 5:01 PM UTC

scarletniamh

Lucifer

I was the bringer of dawn, pulling the sun into the sky and allowing my constellation to fade before His light. I leant against the edge of darkness and stood, for a moment, amongst the bright white of Heaven's Throne, deep chasms of blue circling my feet. I was the greatest of them all, He made me the greatest of them all. I was a prince, the lord of the air. Now, I am nothing. The shining one, light bearer; sent to epitomise darkness and evil. My wings have been blackened by soot and clogged by smoke - they will never fly again. I will never see the sun or be free amongst the stars once more, pushing the sky around the Earth. I will never feel His approving hand on my shoulder or resting on my head. He cast me away as if I was nothing and cut my hair from my head, replacing flaxen curls with horns of blackened bone. The Devil, they call me. The slanderer who was hurled from heaven to hell. I see myself in pools of despair: is this who I have become? Where did the man who shook the earth with the beat of his wings and make whole countries tremble go? I made the world a wilderness and now I'm gone it has been cultivated into a dull plain of melancholy. I am nothing without the white brightness of the night's sky, I was son of the morning. Venus was my head, the morning star my heart. Now, my constellation lies in the ashes of soul fire because of my foolish pride and envy.

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Verse 1 If there’s a time, if there’s a place, for you I’d truly wait Our love endures from page to page To mesmerise, to synchronise and so epitomise Steps of harmony throughout the age Chorus A bright horizon, such a blissful scene An awesome treasure, held in high esteem Joining forces, solid as a team You are, you are Love’s unfolding dream Verse 2 To visualize, to recognise, true love that defies Soaring high beyond the skies A seasoned fall, to give my all, delightfully enthrall A beloved dream now realised Chorus Bridge Love’s unfolding, love’s unfolding dream Love’s unfolding, love’s unfolding dream Love’s unfolding, love’s unfolding dream You are, you are, love’s unfolding dream Written by Geraldine Taylor ©️

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Sep 9, 2017

Sep 9, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC

geraldinetaylor

Love’s Unfolding Dream

Verse 1 If there’s a time, if there’s a place, for you I’d truly wait Our love endures from page to page To mesmerise, to synchronise and so epitomise Steps of harmony throughout the age Chorus A bright horizon, such a blissful scene An awesome treasure, held in high esteem Joining forces, solid as a team You are, you are Love’s unfolding dream Verse 2 To visualize, to recognise, true love that defies Soaring high beyond the skies A seasoned fall, to give my all, delightfully enthrall A beloved dream now realised Chorus Bridge Love’s unfolding, love’s unfolding dream Love’s unfolding, love’s unfolding dream Love’s unfolding, love’s unfolding dream You are, you are, love’s unfolding dream Written by Geraldine Taylor ©️

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Hold me down in straight jackets, dress me up in dinner jackets. Hold my hand as we meander through the crowds, squeeze my fingertips as we fly through the clouds. Release your grip on reality, lock lips and tongue kiss until we reach a moment of clarity.  Look at me differently with each glance, epitomise your heartbeat with the footsteps of dance.   Step on my toes and break my bones... This could be our last chance for romance. This could be our last chance for romance.

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Apr 25, 2015

Apr 25, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC

gotguanxi

Ballroom Dancing

Hold me down in straight jackets, dress me up in dinner jackets. Hold my hand as we meander through the crowds, squeeze my fingertips as we fly through the clouds. Release your grip on reality, lock lips and tongue kiss until we reach a moment of clarity.  Look at me differently with each glance, epitomise your heartbeat with the footsteps of dance.   Step on my toes and break my bones... This could be our last chance for romance. This could be our last chance for romance.

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