"epitomy" poems
Well.. if you must know!
our next door neighbour Mrs. Blue,
she and her husband are like rubber and glue,
So what does she do behind his **** back,
shhh..she dates her oompa loompa butler instead
Oh? tell me more Mrs. Snotnose!
Everyone knows I don't like to gossip!
I am not making this **** up right!
there's a rumour going on about that sneaky Mrs. White
(whisper)..She took some fat off her ****
to hide that ugly mole of a nut!
(giggle) Bejesus!, really?
Of course Mrs. Dullardmost!
Wait till you hear about Mrs. Brown,
she wore a fake necklace to the charity event at Hotel Crown!
but not everyone is elegant and classy like me,
the sweet natured that I am, you know I let people be
Oh Mrs. Snotnose, you are the epitomy of noesis!
*(I would have been on my way,
had it not been for all your delighting prey)*
how is dear Mrs. Red doing after that,
you know, that.. incident in her flat?
Oh dear, who doesn't know about that flat incident!
but you know I dont like to pry!
you couldn't take it out of me even if you would try!
I couldn'tell you what I saw through her window,
but um, well, if you really must know!
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 2:53 AM UTC
And in this void of paradoxical living
I live within and without my body
For it is nothing but a shell that for comes the shallow epitomy in society
For ugliness lies in the hive where it breeds
Parade in all our humanity
Run through the swarm
And break open the black oozing hive
This is where the sickness lies
Not within us
But within
It
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
And there it was.
your toothbrush
still in its usual spot
the perfect epitomy
of what is left of
what I feel for you
it is the last of
all that you left behind
the proofs that you were once here
an item on display
the final thing to throw away
but I don’t do it.
dusty and morphed
it shows signs of use
yet being untouched for so long
sitting there and waiting
for nothing
a lonely cobwebbed fool
it reminded me of better days
of the closeness and the comfort
it hit me just like that
a glance and a notice
I was trapped in flashbacks
all from a **** toothbrush
there is little left of what I feel for you
yet there it still sits
a subconscious essence
and once it was acknowledged
it brought be back to our befores
when you used to use that toothbrush
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 5:33 AM UTC
Beauty
Without inner lovely,
Is the epitomy of all that is grotesque
Because a pretty face, without the grace,
Is nothing more than
Ugly at its best.
Aug 27, 2010
Aug 27, 2010 at 7:28 PM UTC
the spanish have the simple gesture of greeting everyone,
stranger or friend,
with a kiss on each cheek,
and i suppose on the days im feeling unloved
i would like to lie in a park
and be kissed by as many men as my head could handle
but i know that even a thousand of them will never compare to your kisses,
planted like moons on the surface of my cheeks
i miss you
and i dont
i hate you
and i dont
i need you
but i dont
you're the epitomy of perfection
and you fill my stomach like peach season
i crave the feeling of content
that i know comes only
from your tongue
and i think that if you were the moon
and i was the earth
no matter how many thousands of miles seperated us
we would still find a way
to be together.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 2:40 AM UTC
A mask is something we wear to hide our real selves. Some of us wear our masks all the time while others don’t even realize they have masks at all.
Her mask is the epitomy of wealth and prosperity... so why are you on food stamps?
Her mask drives a bmw.....is that why you can’t make your car payments?
Her mask buys fivoluous **** that she’ll never use...is that why you overdraw your bank accounts?
Her mask is a lie she’s lived her entire life....is that why you wasted all your money?
Her face tells the real story...your irresponsible, self-serving, with an insatiable appetite for anything that you can’t have.
A mask helps you pretend to be someone your not.
But the thing about masks is...
They all have to come off eventually.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
Woe is the ballad that fills my soul
It completes my ruthless eternity;
Like a bird on a tree, the food on one's bowl
Among all the nonsense that there is to be;
Being a second option,
A scapegoat to all your problems;
An existence worth giving oblivion;
The black sheep of the perfect system.
Not tears, nor even happiness
Is a solution to my melancholy,
The darkness that lie within my heart;
A hatred that cannot be quenched by anybody.
My screams cannot be heard
My conscience has been sewn;
I am but the world's breakdown;
A creation unhewn.
In these words, entwined
Something to keep everyone reminded
A message for anyone to find
A being's life, tormented.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC
No one ever told me,
that life would be this hard;
That men could be so cruel,
it simply breaks my heart.
~
Some with power and money,
rarely think about the poor;
They're the worse of all,
always wanting so much more.
~
The epitomy of selfishness,
only thinking of themselves;
Slamming doors upon the needy,
refusing to lend their help.
~
With a smirk upon their faces,
they snub all those in need;
Refusing to help all those,
who are starving in the streets.
~
They sit at their fancy tables,
with food in abundance to share;
Not concerned about the hungry,
these Vultures do not care.
~
Do they ever feel remorse,
having more then what they need;
They hoard all their possessions,
consumed by heartless greed.
~
When night time falls upon them,
they climb in their, soft beds;
Their souls are full of darkness,
their hearts', already dead.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 3:10 AM UTC
I van a try to describe while sitting on me ****
how he oh bomb in lee rages with gnashing teeth
while back a slump
blasting Democratic nomination as a sham – man
from special interest pump
he, the epitomy of crass bloviation,
a malignant lump
whose rants sans presidential outcome a sham bull
with his millions beds this, that
and another woman to ******** jump
disseminating gene pool –
birthing more quackers and additionally doth ****
the mass media as some foolhardy charade
and caricature of a frazzled grump
this arboreal clothed ape erecting
Taj Mahal ******* symbols where players dump
and gamble away hard earn cash for his kitty,
as if that cachet to grind and bump
lambasting with that maniacal leering pout
while hair *** of red bulls
atop his bulbous aerosol sprayed
heady measly shaped Muppet
dis eased cranial hologram of a cretaceous,
facetious and insidious mump!
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC
In the naked frontier of past dissapointment I find myself teetering on the precipice of my future demise. Swollen bloodshot eyes heed the story of my emotional bodies thin disguise. Bloodied and battered, my mind is a war field. contemplative and scattered, I sink beneath these lead sheets. Gorgeous and comtempt, I am the egoic epitomy of my souls shallow content.
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 9:40 AM UTC
She had presence
Left my thoughts each day
With what hints she needed
To suggest her return
And make good of it
She had lips,
And oh, what lips
As if what she had to say
Needed the sweetest cushions
To lie on before leaving
When she had opinions
What she thought sparkled
And left me aghast
At the idea that she might change her mind
And lose herself, but she never did
She had a body
I suppose she did
And others stared at it, for
All the good it did them, I suppose
She was carved by men, but
Carved into a woman
She had a god to worship
A purpose well worth her life
And as such so did I
I had a reason in her
The world had a rhythm
The temples had pillars
I had a seed
It grew into a tulip
And I spent much money to give it to her
A brooch bought for our last smiles together
What a time
What a life she had
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 1:33 PM UTC
Up on yonder
Eyes see
One vision
Listen to me
....My Father....
My Dad
Pops
A.K.A.
Old man Jenkins
ACTUALLY
his given name
Exactly
The same as
Mine
DELTON
GEORGE
PEELE
THATS
THREE E'S
TOUGHEST
MAN I HAVE EVER SEEN
Never seen
The Man back down from anything
Thee epitomy
Of a ladies man
Smooth talkin sob
I
Miss
***
Im buckled
...
****** Dad
.....
The prankster
HE
In privy
Told his confidant
He didnt want
To be a burden
To me
After loosing
.My Mother.
To cancer
...I..
Heard rumor he suffering
From the same
I went to see
HE
Said no son
Im ok
Not to wory
.....
Damm it Dad
....
****
I cant say
Anything
I miss you
Like a son
Who needs a father
Im
Insane
With the grief
Knowing
My greatest friend
My hero
My true
North
Youre bitter end
Alone
****
I cant do this
The veil
Of my life torn
Forlorn
The shame is too
Much to
carry
My vision
Is
This quest
Has no joy left
And
The path
Before
Me
Rapidly
Becoming
Shorter than
The one
Behind
Guess Ill
Have to man
Up
Take the wheel
Mash the pedal to the medal
Light it up
I dont want
Feel
Feb 12, 2021
Feb 12, 2021 at 2:58 PM UTC