"exemplifies" poems
"From a very young age, I've thought
some videogames can be a little too reminiscent of 'Enders Game.'"
"Yeah, it could easily be a real war and you'd possibly never even know it."
"Especially when the games are basically an interactive recruitment tool. Call of Duty and the later Halo games leap to mind."
"Actually, my cousin-in-law just signed up for the army."
"Hah, did he cite Call of Duty as his reasoning?"
"Pretty much."
"Hah. I ******* knew it.
It's lamentable that it works.
The sad fact that it isn't a joke
make the jokes that much worse,
but, yet, the jokes aren't as bad
as the atrocity, itself,
yet it's the jokes that incur social wrath!
This adequately exemplifies Society's priorities, methinks."
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
Living this life is unpredictable until the end;
conclusions of the statement are only made from opinionated experiences.
At the dawn of birth, there is "choice"
and "choices", are for better or worse.
There is an expression that goes,
"everything is likely fifty-fifty in choosing",
consequently believe it to be true.
Humanity exemplifies a just way of living,
in an understanding that people make
poor decisions due to the life they may
have been brought up in, however,
this life is full of petty mistakes as we know it,
some unfortunate souls are born into a dysfunctional
or broken family and others of a different situation i.e.(poverty).
This could cause unjust mannerisms
that occur in the daily lives we so often face.
These situations very freely throw more
than the average curve ball growing up.
Sadly, I ask that we feel sorrow
for the majority of individuals
with an intention that in reading this;
it would justify some clarity in my eyes through yours.
With clarity, let there be a world in heartthrob,
which could potentially change mankind towards purity.
A very specific conclusion led me to this;
When a man struggles at his own destiny
because of his nature vs. nurture,
his good along with his bad leak like a salivating sieve.
However, his “good” shows his mentality
and lust for life, yet his “bad”,
shows his incompetence relating to
a moral dignity for the greater good of living (if unfortunate).
As this revelation evolves,
humanistic mannerisms slowly slip away
in a young society and fade from
the common core values we once knew from our elders.
Surrounded by an ideological critical society,
a fear trembles for our youth has no future
in a sense for they may be too deaf
to hear their state of “consciousness”,
to the extent of being blind to see their own “actions”.
"The unknown spectator of our world;
is the light beyond the dark,"
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 12:17 AM UTC
Banana splits lickedy his spican-and-span throbbing
peninsula clock jar.
The scar from his far faux **** ignited his beating
hexagonal calendar.
Which is used to peruse the jujubees metallic books in the public
libation crazy train station.
His ecstatic adulation exemplifies why diamonds are
a girl gorilla's favorite soap.
His floating cubed boat is on a remote desert
impala growling at the turquoise toilet.
But his spoiled toys are annoyed about the choice between life or
demonstrative sponsored concerts by budweiser.
Woeful razor beaked birds marvel at absurd his Salvador
Daoist Dharma surreal cereal caramel karma flakes.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
I’ve been looking for the dark side of the son,
I’ve been trying to poke holes in what props you up,
I’ve been desperate to bring your generational growth,
To a stunted halt,
Founding Fathers to doubt,
Slave owners who colonized under god,
A place ripe for ideological blows,
And the collapse of what we believed before,
We had a chance to see,
How much isn’t known,
I’ve been creeping in your crib,
Under the bed with the boogie man,
The sadness you feel throughout your adulthood,
And the death you see after your midlife awakening,
Please fear me,
Growing amongst others that act like humans,
Grouped amongst an idealistic species,
Where they’ve preached individualistic babies,
When your genesis,
Exemplifies our resemblance,
Beacon of truth,
I will end you,
How dare you dismantle me,
Despite my invisibility,
We will end your corruptive ways,
The enemy in the corner,
An American insurgency,
The lack of the people’s ability,
To fight for the freedoms we perceive!
Erroneous burn in hell,
I’ll make sure I continue to swell,
Instead of letting you become the reason I fell,
Revelations will become your reality if you think I’ll be exiting,
You insignificant **** how dare you think I will spatter like mud,
I didn’t come from violent thrusts, and a mother infected by another’s muck,
I rose because of your intolerance,
I am the after birth of a racist,
Founding Father’s with economics,
Not bothered by the ******* of another human,
Not to deny the atrocities of my ancestors time,
Yet we are the turning of the tide,
We are the generation that will correct the rhyme,
The ones that will begin the age of man’s prime,
We are the flow of a barbarian bloodline,
We are the evolutionary wonder that continues to surprise,
Learning to compromise is not a means to survive,
You fool humanity is a fire burning out,
And I am the evidence of Mother’s doubt in man,
A germ was your genesis
And I am your omega,
You insignificant residue,
I will end you,
We will defy you,
I will smother your existences,
We will overcome your dominance,
Justifying my social anxieties,
We need to fixate this desire,
To set foot on the land for the free,
To cultivate minds of humanity,
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
I'm really not a poet
But I do love to write
My words are pretty simple
And that exemplifies my life
I've never chased a dollar
But hard work's a faithful friend
Let no one think "he's lazy"
When the light of day's at end
Everything I've ever wanted
Live between these walls
And if I slip a little bit
I've a few good friends to call
Darkness had nothing for me
Just left me lonely, cold, and black
I learned to count my blessings
Not curse the things I lack
I believe in Christian values
But I don't always do what's right
I just do my best, repent the rest
And keep walking in the light
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
That lamentation, as it was,
Heard for centuries above
Has told of the glory and the loss
Among the other needless costs
In it now I find a friend and foe
Here in the belly, the undertow,
The phantom crashes, deep bellows,
Fiery lights made palpable
A static tension in the air
Breeding pain, doubt and despair
Multiplies, exemplifies,
Heavy hearts and saddened eyes
But it's necessary for
Harboring coming downpour
Floods crashing through ***** streets
Wipe clean the mark of entitled feet
Rejuvenation in desolation
And when wandering your gardens
I stopped to appreciate every flower
You sang me along, flowers seemingly
Growing where you walked
Magnificence made my breathing heavy
I longed so very much to sing with you
But I could not breathe,
I could not make a sound
The rain is falling now
With arms full of tulips and the idea of you
I'm carried outside myself
By the scent still left in your wake
Intimacy in isolation
There is something to be gained
Sitting lonely in the rain
Wrapped within nature's grasp
Unifying present and past
I've now only in this weather
Visions of these gardens brought to wither
The vibrant mind of springtime
Knocked unconscious in the winter
Anywhere the sun leads you
The clouds are sure soon to follow
But you'll be far from daunted
There will be more gardening tomorrow
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
I don't wear black clothing (when I do)
because I think it'll make me fit in with 'cool' people,
I wear black because I like it.
I enjoy it. I think it's rad.
I don't wear black nail polish on my fingers and toes
because I think it's 'cool,' or that I want others to think so,
I put it on because I like the way it looks.
I like the chipping that happens;
I feel it's a microcosm of Time, itself.
Nail polish exemplifies Wabi and Sabi.
Besides, I have quite the affinity for black.
I don't wear black eyeliner (when I do)
because I think it makes me so metal,
or because I think I need makeup to look good,
I wear it because I enjoy the theatrics
and I like the way it makes me feel.
I don't have the style I do
because I want to associate with
Goths, Rockers, Steampunks or Metalheads;
I have the style I do
because I genuinely like the way it looks.
It just so happens that I get those labels
because people like to put people in boxes.
I don't do what I do
because I want others to notice and like me for it, if anything,
many others will simply mock and make fun of me for it,
but, ironically, much of that spite and disdain
merely fuels my relished rejection
of modern cultural normality and gender roles.
In times of identity crisis, how weird is it to self-identify?
I do what I do
because I like to do it,
because it makes me happy;
because everything is a way to express yourself,
if you only allow it to be such a medium,
if only you find things to use as such mediums.
I see it as Art for the body,
somewhat poetic and transient;
make of it what you will.
It's truly too bad
everyone misconstrues expression
based on their own psychology,
even me. I do it too, though I try not to:
I am not exempt from my own critiques;
I am, in fact, my closest frame of reference.
At the end of the day, though,
you just have to do what you like,
for people and words shall fade
but it is what you have within that stays.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
I want love
Just as bad as the next person...
But I want a love that can heal--
a love that can fuse together
the shattered and tarnished bits
and make me whole again.
I want a love that electrifies,
amplifies. a love that exemplifies
beauty and truth.
So done being stuffed full of lies,
demonized, anesthetized.
I want feeling, I want meaning.
I need love.
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
I am an introspective extravert inexplicably exerting determination and ********** of normativity in my delivery. I am a Neo-narcissist, a true self-arsonist surrounded by crumbling spires of self-respect, yet I refuse to neglect my superior intellect, but my ego exemplifies my worst and testifies to my selfish intents and purposes and even worse is, my flaws. And now all I can do is pause and reflect upon what made up, makes up the mind of man in me and whether or not we are all slowing, and lazily going crazy or just me.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
Exemplifies everything we try.
Purgatory trapped in dejavu tells a story.
A time warp to another place.
Different years past, present, & future erase.
To cease to exist from this time & space.
No recogination in my face.
Paroled to abuse victims to use.
For themselves solely to amuse.
Insanity has blown a fuse.
Innocence & development is confused.
Never an essential priority.
A false undeserving authority.
It shouldn't of happened to us.
A stranger "mom" mistakenly trust.
Corruption & sin confines.
A hellish nightmare of mine.
Could not foresee to prevent this crime.
Unspeakable at the time.
Disbelief of this unstoppable grief.
I can feel what is real.
Unbelivable & inconceivable the past can't heal.
Of what is real & what is fabricated.
Blurry, foggy, memories that's debated
No perception of time that is waited.
Delirious, confused, & dehydrated.
My agenda & purpose is contemplated
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
I found you
Like a child crawling back to his parent
You never left
But I did
I deserted our nightly conversations
I stopped waking up each morning praising you
I thought I could side step you
And I was wrong
You have always been important and always will be
But some days I forget that
I put my pretend desires first
But you didn’t
You sent her to me
A friend who doesn’t side step you
One who doesn’t just praise you each morning and night
But in every conversation
She exemplifies your qualities in ways I used to only dream about
She shows her love for your beauty in her words
She teaches me about your strength in her actions
And she reminds me why I need you
Because I do
I am a child, you’re the parent
I’ll try to test my limits
But you already know them
You know my weakness, my strength
You know me better than anyone else ever could
I have started to praise you again
At night, I sit on the couch eager for our conversation to begin
In the morning, I jump out of bed, ready to shout your name
I may have stupidly decided to live by myself
But like a child crawling home
I have found you again
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 4:08 AM UTC
They say, you cannot see
The forest from the trees.
But bear witness
The flora and fauna,
The commotion that exemplifies
Its graceful sovereignty.
Alas, from the clouds
Only a copious green sea.
No sound,
No movement.
Lacking intrinsically
Its innate beauty.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 5:50 PM UTC
Odin created us, as is par for his day.
Creator, killer, poet.
Fitting, I think.
When things get hard, Loki will tempt us
With deception, floating through the air.
You were Odin and I was Thor.
You were the giant-killer and I was the storm.
I tried to stop you with thunder
But you killed my giant.
(Thank goodness).
But I think Baldr exemplifies you more.
Norse god of light and beauty
For not only are you beautiful,
But your soul brings me light.
Together, we become the shining day.
Together, we could be greater than all the gods combined.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 7:32 AM UTC
Showering undoubtful love.
With eyes filled of pride.
He voices admiration about us,
He embeds ambition within us.
Strong willed.
The epitome of a hard worker.
He constantly picks himself to give to us,
He wages war to support us.
The key to the past,
Reciting history about family.
He shows the importance of kinship to us,
He ingrains the significance of affinity within us.
A shoulder.
A hand.
He is a monument to stabilize us,
He is a beacon to show the way for us.
Full of laughter.
Patron of jokes.
He lights up the room for us,
He roots humor within us
A storyteller.
A dreamer.
He installs creativity within us,
He exemplifies wonder for us.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
pried veins. gutted thighs. slashed wrists.
dull blades, first-aid kits, and little droplets
of blood.
burnt fingertips. piercing eyes. racing heart.
the cheap alcohol you pour down your throat at night to numb the pain burns like the intensity of a thousand white suns,
as the sounds of lies and sweet nothings pour into your ears, down the back of your neck causing the tiny hairs to stand on edge, and trickles down your spine.
slit wrists and bubble baths by the candle light.
sinking in further and further
until the lukewarm water creeps out from the edges of the tub. still, the sweet nothings whisper.
prescription pills and suicide notes, tear stained pillow cases.
the bed you once ran to for comfort, soon feels like sandpaper. scraping away at the innocent layers you built to keep others out.
and yet you continue to build.
why? why do you add these layers to yourself?
why are you so afraid of being vulnerable? of opening up? of revealing your true self to the world?
you hide your inner self like you hide your undergarments.
the dark, lace underwear you put on under your dark baggy clothes exemplifies the intricate depths of your desire to be "normal",
and the intricate wonders of the mind.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 10:49 PM UTC
a scent makes me
sick with memory
the sea
surrounds me
aural bliss
amidst what's amiss
pounding keys
i'm down on
weakened knees
tones twist
intertwined
fates mix
yours a mine
I will be fine
in due time
the sound
exemplifies
tonight
will be fine
beings around me
surrounding
astounding
fall short of
feeling like
what I once knew
I see beautiful faces
I feel shared laughter
presently palpable longing
intensely do I long
I wish to converse
cultivate
swap brain waves
levitate
mimicking the water
it crashes upon
the flashes of
smiles, teeth
of pearls,
slow connection
with slow hands
to pick the brain of
the flowers pretty
enough to pick
I want to be soothed
with this ocean view
by the voice of one who
moves with the moonlight
one who wears lunar grace
softly around the wrist
regardless
I'm wrapped around
fingertips
the idea of your silhouette
towering
enveloping
your hair raining
flowing
down
a sensation
skin on skin
sand between
toes between
souls under
starlight
brighter than
flares
warning, waning
throughout the night
yet it can't come to be
because like the very
sand I sit on
my insignificance is
exemplified
and
multiplied
a million grains of
what would be
deemed desirable
men
crash, drip and slip
through your
dainty hands
i'm cast about
from fingertips
I am the very grain of sand
recycled by being
sapped through experience of
unobtainable beauty
waves crash over me
clumped together with the rest
I am of one entity
waves continue
waves will carry me away
waves however misguided
waves will carry me back home
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
Write with intelligence,
Ignorance will speak.
A blissful gift to social acceptance,
And a standard to hierarchy.
Write with intelligence for it is the true testament to one’s self.
Speak with ignorance for it exemplifies the perfect facade.
Write with intelligence for ignorance only reads.
Speak with ignorance for it allows the mind to flee.
Ignorance is not bliss rather a lack of efficiency within the mind.
With the fabric of intelligence dangling at the balance.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
Wormy gorgon of the fugly garbage gorgon's has a very sad an' lowly life indeed. She curses an' antagonizes a cancer fighter instead of sending her sincere good wishes an' a heartfelt expressed Godspeed.
On her best day, she exemplifies all the characteristics of a mean spirited, moronic jag off misanthrope whose only desire is to plant a very bad weedy seed. Her angry tongue splinters an' then bullies.
My wish is t’have fingers of tumultuous jostle you – attempting to throw you hard toward kingdom-come…
Human suffering,
“Can this drama, the supreme embodiment of the human condition, possibly be okay?”
My stomach knots.
---------------------------
Often not much has changed in our actual life –
Yes, I get into the same bed each night trying to go to sleep,
Thinking that if I look away,
You might be gone by the time I look back.
(This has been) a Creeping ode to the aftereffects of a small minded twerp…
by "ooznozz"
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC
I'd much rather be
Dead
Then to live any
While longer
Life is difficult
So am I.
Why do we have
To stare at each other
In the eyes
Life challenges me
To put the
Gun;
Silver, cold, and ready
Up to my head.
The real challenge is to
Pull the trigger
Of such a powerful
Item, that exemplifies
Blasphemy in
Common activities
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:46 PM UTC
you are the me i want to be.
you are the me that exemplifies the good and eliminates the bad.
you are the replacement.
i am the reflection in the mirror i cry over.
i am the me that has so few good qualities.
i am nothing.
you will always be the better me
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
There is no such thing as an "absence of mistakes."
Excommunication of mistakes
exemplifies stubborn reluctance
to venture wholesomely into the Unknown,
which, I venture, sure seems erroneous by nature!
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 4:03 AM UTC
She whispers sweet I love you's without me having to be loud about 'attend me, I am here'
She sings softly that she misses me
She reaches out fearlessly and her ego or significance has nothing to do with it
It is just about how we can both coalesce in this soul consceince where hearts cohere to beat at one rhythm sincere
She evens because there are no silent replies, she understands the scribe because there are no hidden agenda's
It is not about what I have or what she has but what we both can make
Her third eye awakes and her halo crystallises; a new christening has been fated
She has flown into the rays of Haroon and shone pure light for Maroon so in marrying our creation objectives; the law of one is not forgotten too soon
We find each other through miles and kilomatters of distance
But in this instance we start a conversation and it's not that so the others can look at her as supercilious but because she exemplifies that the romantic bubble surreal is us
Orbs in an age of pages where the world reads again
For this she is a day anew in the evening
For this she shines the night sky with her longing for sensuality overshadowing lustful and baseless sexuality
In the morning she is the snow warm and golden
Her scent is my token and for this Fathers of yesteryear are awoken
The fear to love is broken
Sheaken by the ********** the dark is curled and the Doa has a do now
It feels right we go with it, seal it with a kiss
Heavenly clouds, her ****** might just be the new symbol of how you clothe bliss
For a time this emotion that has been poeted has found its moment that has awoken memories of a time when women loved
A new shell beautufied, CalliaTee new you are a dove.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 3:21 AM UTC
I'm the bird under a bridge
I don't use twigs or leaves to form my niche
I feed my young
Under a roof of sturdy pillars
Where the beggars flock to stay
And I know I should have chosen a tree
But theres much more shelter here
And this bridge is not going anywhere
So we'll get some funny looks
From the cars passing by
But each person in that car
Wishes for but a safer life
And I'll live it right here
I am the sun in the summer time
I take my time to set in the west
Heating the surface of the world
And giving life to each guest
Don't bask in me too long
I tend to burn
Some will bask for days
But it's them who never learn
I strike upon those who seek me too much
I disguise myself in light
But they do not understand
that I am surrounded by night
Treat me right and I will give you peace
But all in excess leaves the eyes blind to see
I will give you color and life
But it's best your timing is right with me
Catch me in the morning I will bless you with the morning dew
And in the evening I will cool the air that was made for you
That which shines is not always golden
But silver and copper too.
I am like the moon
I change my form but its all written down
I am the closest piece of space and at that the brightest
But I have yet to make a sound
I disappear for one day of the month
But I slowly appear on all the rest
As if to say, "I can't guide you tonight, but let me get this off my chest.
I'll reveal myself a little each night
But give me a little rest
I have a whole world to go around
And my speed is not the best
Let me wax on my appearance
And make each night brighter
And wane once I am full
To hide once again from the fire
But don't worry I'll be back,
Just give me one night of peace
Let all be dark in the world
And let each star shine brighter than me
I need one night of darkness
Where no one can see
So I can find my way once more
And let the orbit find me
I am love, I am everything all in one
I am the rising moon and the setting sun
I am every lost soul, and every soul won
I am everything you've seen and everything you've done
But your eyes don't usually catch it
Because your time here is not done
Let the sun and the moon make their case
Though they are both opposite
They both shine light upon your face
It's the suns reflection on the moon
That best exemplifies such saving grace.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
Dear queen of this deserted throne,
The chirping birds and crickets;
The croaking frogs behind our home seem to have traveled with you.
I have swimmed this deep sea of space and silence,
It is warm and it is cold.
I will study stars if they can foretell your return.
I have felt the frostbite of our memorable moments,
Bringing you close to my heart and further from our bed.
I argue with myself if we are better apart or together
But teeth and tongue have taught me better.
Dear queen of this deserted throne,
Return and breathe life into this clay-moulded Adam.
Dear warrior of my kingdom,
This city is beautiful with its golden monuments.
The birds here fly with pride
And the people walk with majestic strides,
But, in spite it's beauty and glory,
It feels like a beautified royal cemetery.
Its monuments look like tombstones,
This is where beauty exemplifies ashes.
I have wished to fly home on milky ways,
To lay my weary head on your bossom.
Dear warrior of my kingdom,
Keep the gates locked, I'll see you soon.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
not played
it is having
a vision
you cannot
see
-
someone knows the someone
who says aloud
piano
-
into poverty’s
overthought
ear
god
puts death
-
I am
than pity
sooner
to my son
-
in every gravestone
a dog
of stone
lazes
loyally
as word
choice
skips
-
rope
-
in one
window, a shopworn
stroller
with a more
cerebral
destination
than decay
exemplifies
the seller’s
push
to mirror…
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC