"epitomized" poems
Awaken from the dreams
Nightmares all around
Caustic waves of infidelity
Sinking
Skulking
Sinning
What transpires at nightfall
Is epitomized into everyday life
Different being
Vampire
Carnivore
Folk-lore
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 7:29 PM UTC
Some people remind me of a campfire,
a source of eclectic senses:
the smoky wood,
the evolutionary fascination of the flame,
the warmth and chill of a starry night.
Others remind me of a snow day in grade school,
a source of jittery incongruence:
the sprinkles of white,
the disruption of monotonous school work,
the mischief of nature coming to the rescue.
You remind me of an early morning rain,
a source of calm melancholy:
the soft droplets on leaves,
the lessened saturation from the overcast,
the heightened realization and contentment of one's existence.
The essence of people
epitomized as scenes and collective experiences;
it is not so much of what it is
but rather how it makes you feel.
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 6:36 PM UTC
Eye liner smudged
Rimmed in black smoke
Darkness begins to blur
Forming shadows that hide in dark crevices
Wings feather out
And darken
Dripping with sadness
Innocence glistens
As hazel speaks the truth
That no one wants to see
Clarity epitomized
And set free
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
It's stories above where the butterflies rustled,
Whirring between the lights in aeolian bustle.
I'm smiling spritely at a neon halo,
While my organs writhe in jacqueminot El Niño.
Wading the nightscape with a glitched simper,
I could not change nor attempt to tinker,
Just breaching the moments passing to linger.
Fingers, then palms, then lips, then black,
Then for a few seconds the world collapsed.
A breath, a sip, some wit, I'm back.
Shed the murky vision of captive cataracts.
And now,
The sylph saunters in epitomized elegance,
And I've buckled on the inside to the resonant reverence.
I follow the fragrance in her wake as paralyzed sedatives,
And anything I might say could only lack eloquence.
Then magnanimous mantras attract exact,
It seems way down the rabbit hole I've finally met my match.
There's a mesh of flesh, a smooth caress,
Then I wake and realize these were not visions yonder death.
Particles of my brain erupt,
I can't explain away the unfading elation of touch.
Every pose palatial down to the pixels,
I'd gaze deep in the sheen of her mind gleaming as crystals.
Her eyes open like daybreak in flashes,
Sunstreaks glint over the horizon of her lashes.
There's morning songbirds behind the taste of coffee,
I think she's figured I'm just a well decorated softy.
Unveiling my most human of contentions stripped to the eclipse of logic,
My former self laughs in tones pitched sardonic.
Euphorically strumming at gossamer heartstrings,
Etched in the fabric as sakura carvings.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 8:48 PM UTC
Anthropogenic artefacts
Heart attacks
hearts attacked
Dead calm gyre
Tide line debris
You and me
and I
Beach combing
the detritus
of us
and them
and they
Invasive spaces
hidden faces
aroma of decay
Kicking over seaweed mounds
Lost and founds
Seeking out sun sparkled jewels
the aroma of decay
the plastic looks like ruby
the netting gossamer light
life moves amongst the mass
massing moving living
and dying
I save one shell
to liberate the memory
To fix it
in the opalescent bisque
pocketed
treasured
that tide line
left behind remains
from us
all of us
Everyone tries
amongst the stinking tangle
of uselessness
of spoil
to see the value
to seek and love the life
appreciating
interpreting
beauty in our tideline
Personal life left overs
the things we leave behind
left behind
beached beyond doubt
dried beyond quenching
Those hours
objects
people and places
those cruel elements
took away
Stripped from us
only to dispose of them
because they could
because we could not stop them
Tide line
physical
metaphorical
epitomized by those eyes
that shell
the reason
why walking on beaches
makes us feel better
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 9:23 AM UTC
San Francisco holds spirits
Of those unalike
Luscious shades of grey, sparkled stone.
Mighty bridges greet,
A plethora of wonders sweet
The smell of hot dogs, crab, Italian meats
Countries epitomized on few streets
Seven miles of freedom of speech.
Creed of liberation
To be ourselves, walk with personal strides
A passion, a determination
In the shadowy depths of a cold sea
Lurk mystery.
Pigeons coo, expounding over history
A pleasure inwardly
Lets go to San Francisco- there lies human victory.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
Turn conscious grey hues into feuds,
Spin white and black into monsters of
Ambiguity and undeveloped negatives,
Mix colors of depressed clouds,
Brush the bound stolen hairs drenched
In blues against the mind’s reflection.
Distort reality, manipulate memory,
Exploit experience, maximize emotion.
Look at the soul of the masterpiece-
Magnificence personified,
Beauty and surprise epitomized.
Never have my eyes been blinded,
Reminded by thoughts’ image mirrored.
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 8:56 PM UTC
In his hand he holds a heart
A heart that was once her own
It has no wings to fly away
To where the PrttyBrd has flown
Since it could not follow
It awaited the return
To dwell in the empty cavern
Of a love that will ever burn
Ne'er to be filled with purpose
As the cavern is sewn in steel
The fire will char the surface
Where there is nothing left to feel
She could not bear the weight
Upon her wings so frail
A heart so full of love
Returned to no avail
For it had beaten just for her
Though she never realized
She had thought she set him free
But epitomized his demise
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
it’s inky water
flowing behind me
trying to nip at my heels.
it’s dulled now,
by the intoxicating liquid
burning down my throat.
it’s molasses
heated
i step in its sticky puddle,
and it’s carried up my leg.
disgusted, i reach down to wipe it off.
it only clings to my fingers
and oozes up my arm
and leaves my hand covered
in the thick
brown
sauce.
i am frightened now
i freeze.
dread fills my features
i know it will not stop
and on and on it goes
i am immaculately sticky
shining and
shaking.
it’s panic epitomized.
it surges up my neck.
i hold my head high
although i know it won’t help;
it’s just instinct.
i scream.
it flows down my throat.
into my stomach, into my lungs
into my core, into my being.
my eyes are flashing
it’s all over
i drown
in more ways than one
and the inky substance
exudes from my body
and seeps into the ground
and is gone
leaving the residue
of me.
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 1:18 PM UTC
Epitomized fame, didn't she,
Atomized the blame, didn't she,
On herself, she put all the blame.
Did not knot it loose, she didn't,
Did never feel satisfied, she didn't,
Fed up with life, she ended her game.
Such was a lover who ended her life.
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 2:40 AM UTC
She was preparing for her exams,
And I was aiding her for the prep,
Over the telephone I helped her.
She was a bright student always,
And I had to rarely give even a tip,
On some biology topics I guided her.
I loved her like my child.
Misconception rose its head,
In the end the relation died,
So much is lost in this fight,
So much is epitomized here.
Young and cheerful her face,
Oftentimes I am remembering,
Unhappy I am as I fell from grace.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
I am in love
with Michael Douglas
and I’m not going to complain
About the wrinkles, the wife, the age,
Watch Wall Street and tell me how it makes you feel
to watch such brilliant divine acting portrayed with the most cavalier feel
to hear that bravado and smooth hypnotizing talk,
to watch that strong confidence epitomized in that hand-in-pocket walk
to experience that indescribable flair a man must be born with
I know I’m just a kid
But understand if you can,
That Michael Douglas is the man.
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 12:32 AM UTC
Cheers to us I'll say,
Even towards the obvious end.
Fashionably spelled with
Acrylic resin across my skin
As a daily reminder,
As if I would forget
Beauty's creator.
Your power of alchemy
First revealed to me
As a warped hole inside
A 6th grade English
Composition book.
The absence of friendship
Invoked your name.
You've epitomized
Loyalty ever since,
My work testifies to it.
I couldn't be any
More grateful.
(c) 2015 Brandon Antonio Smith
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
Don’t do that.
Give me that look of epitomized stupidity.
You must be kidding me.
Just stop before I lose control
Of everything and all I know.
Every time I open up I find myself getting hurt.
You don’t want to hear about my pain?
Why? *** is causes you discomfort.
So then its all about you?
Your life on that silver platter.
Read between the black and white, the grey matter.
Open up your eyes
Shed the hollow life, your living lies.
I’d test you, maybe bring out the best in you.
Try these on for size; my shoes
Take a journey of what I’ve been through.
I’ll like to see how you do.
So what if I have stumbled, I didn’t crash.
If it was you, do you think you woulda last?
No I didn’t burn, Went straight arrow
Never took the wrong turn.
Its been a never-ending battle.
Me against all
Everyone watching to see if I would fall.
But I won’t back down
I’ll crack down
Stay focused on what I have
May not be what I wanted but man it was the hand I was dealt
Sometimes I think love was an emotion I've never felt.
Even if I have to walk this life alone
I’ll be sure that one day
I could say,
Yea, that I made it on my own.
Jul 7, 2011
Jul 7, 2011 at 2:49 PM UTC
*dear inamorato,
lightning strikes in my heart for you. our love is electric; a love so powerful that it could be the end of everything. because of this, we must be apart. the spark between us would have eventually led to fires and floods. we were nothing but destruction epitomized, the manifestation of pain. our love cannot be. although my heart is cool embers without you near, our love could only end in inevitable detriment. pay attention closely, our last storm is approaching. look to the sky, this is my good-bye. our love was cumulonimbus clouds and lightning strikes, i cannot forget and neither can you. i hope the sun shines, and you wish for the days when it was nothing but rain. i hope that you can remember this electricity. good-bye, my inamorato. good-bye to everything. can't you see, like a flash of lightning, i had to leave. so promise me that you won't wait around for the next lightning strike, for i am not coming back. our final storm has begun. look to the sky, look to the fading sun.
love,
your inamorata*
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 9:10 PM UTC
Freedom is not just emancipated ideas
eloquently expressed in a verbal or written fashion
Freedom is not just uninhibited emotions
flauntingly displayed as a graphic or immature ruse
Freedom is not just unrestricted movements
randomly performed with a chance or designed purpose
Freedom is not just autonomous symbols
deeply epitomized by a banner or even a notion
Freedom exists in the minds of the open
to comprehend the essence behind the symbols
Freedom exists in the actions of the forces
to blaze new pathways and synergize movements
Freedom exists in the resolve of the free
to exercise empathy with those lost in emotions
Freedom exists in the love of the word
to elevate one’s born right beyond hollow ideas.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
When juiced a spore sized embryo, early in utero; fetus
evinces atavistic miniaturization,
where nascent differentiation wrought
physical resemblance to - seek reachers,
sans Tarzan and Jane forebears,
or exemplification of religious embodiments writ upon taut
lee helical real to reel strung nano deoxyribonucleic acid,
where dome min ant
ander recessive traits pop sic cull, and/or mom genes sought
took comb hing gull, where foxy fiery hander chrome hat tick
microscopic threads ineluctably
hired bot to weave warp and woof for naught
heard interpretive soundcloud issue onomatopoetic beat,
whether as:
the Marseillaise, muezzin, or reveille blown in the wind
by alimentary mechanic, *** killed in all manner of ought
tow mobile craftsmanship, which possibly inflated and made pregnant,
when one seem n
thrashes within timed zona pellucida drawbridge,
hooping an ova to snag,
though odds stacked against the most basic cell fish competition fought
in the **** z of evolutionary biology informing **** sapiens
one errant or defiant game gamete perhaps hinting a gamine
tubby wonderfully woven with wisps viz The Idler Wheel Is Wiser
than the Driver of the ***** and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More than Ropes Will Ever Do a ha at last that renegade oocyte
nabbed, analogously the Michael Phelps re: among the flagellated
madding crowdsource qua squirming sperm-faction caught
thence the commencement when trappings for a newborn bought
years later reviewing prenatal sonograms with grown son or daughter
pointing out how ***** editorialized, epitomized, and exemplified
in miniature (no bigger than any letter of the alphabet),
and closely resembled many creatures extant throughout the briny deep
such as an amphibian, reptile or Argonaut.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
They were three,
Playing with her hair in a spree,
Clasping a handsome tuft in her hand
She left off her hair-band,
Suddenly she broke one’s solitude
And let him into her glossy hood.
There was none,
to inhibit there union
for they epitomized joy
On a face that seemed so coy.
The gazing eyelids cherished
As she let her left-outs loose,
She was cruel to not let a few
Merge with them on a truce.
Again and again, her locks fell,
their failure to entangle the fallen
striking them insane.
They only drest her braid,
Pained to see, her dangling locks
Kiss her forehead.
For on a lyrical note,
They redefined beauty
Letting not her flawless exuberance
Being curtailed to brevity.
A rhythm so ambrosial
was ne’er to be found,
for it was divine symphony
simply all around !!!
--- Shubham Roy
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 3:59 AM UTC
an average of 2,830 cubic meters
per second of rich silt
forms an alluvial plain
spreads outward in a fan shape
from sedimentary deposit whereby
ancient Egyptian civilizations got built
adorning arid topography invaluable
like aorta pumping blood at the nape
of the neck, yet analogous context
engendered engineering feats without guilt
whereby artisans, craftsmen,
early geographers illustrated in frieze and drape
frozen timeless statuary exhibiting
phenomenal abilities to the hilt
associated from mainspring within
fertile crescent swollen like a plump grape
which longest river often overflows
banks whereby coveted materiel gets spilt
feeding the rift valley and allowing,
enabling and providing peoples to dominate
flooding the history of mankind
with accomplishments that marvel even today
epitomized by innovations -
alphabets, wheelwrights, pyramids, etc lives did create
baffling historians how each mortise and tenon
snug as a bug in a rug mortise and tenon block
construed edifices persons did intricately lay
perfect with near geometric exactitude
ranks as wonder of webbed wide world great
faint hints of daily trials and tribulations
recorded for posterity in clay
or shards of broken pottery pieced together
coupling revelations a mosaic plate
which functional artifacts
provided dietary staples
to pagan spirits populace did pray.
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 1:06 AM UTC
George Washington and Abraham Lincoln
mythologized commanders in chief
epitomized supreme martial mien
and vocalized special flair
talents summoned
from their native heart-land motif
in Modus Operandi of bootstraps dare
acquired evanescent mythic reverence
extant within bibliographic brief
and closest role to God like air.
Said first and sixteenth president
storied figurative bookends
stood side by side
honored on anniversary of their birth,
now renown across divers
places far and wide
over this one in a million (or billions)
cosmic entities known as planet Earth
for courage and strength which forged
that unique American sense and sensibility
in tandem with prejudice pride
forthwith esprit de corps touched,
when above named
epitomized, , eulogized,
exemplified strapping youths
vigorous lifestyle wrought washboard girth
kindling psyches,
and lit fires within homes and hearth.
These outsize personas held ephemeral dream
where fledgling American state
acquired sterling reputation
wherein this country
under aegis of Democracy
became a winning team.
Among the legends and lore
surrounding each of these great men
their stature grew more and more
cult like benevolence these paternal figures
United States can never ignore.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
Poetry
is an
enigmatic,
waste of space.
Or
perhaps an
absolute,
epitomized
truth.
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 2:44 PM UTC
He followed me everywhere I went.
My gaze could always avert to him.
From the corner of my eyes.
He was fate awaiting my return to afterlife.
I could hear the time ticking in my head.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Until the clock struck 12.
He came closer and closer to me.
I could see not his eyes but only his smile.
A smile that epitomized his await for my soul.
He was my reaper.
He took parts of me that I could no longer find.
And suddenly I was nothing.
Nothing but Empty.
Until finally, the last light I saw was
Darkness.
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC