Epitome Poems - Poems about Epitome

love is like ... an odorous morn, which floods our soul...

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she considers herself the epitome of a walking riddle, gentle by default but still lashes out bitterly. she tries to understand the world around her, but still feels like shes in a dream she can’t wake up from. she crumbles inside her skin but to others she looks completely comfortable. she’s the walking epitome of a riddle, for a riddle has...

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Lest the eyes see, The crystal drops in me. How long can I be Like a narra tree? Lest the ears can hear, The whispers in me. How is it near Like the waves of sea? Lest the lips can speak, The words in mind I keep. How is it I'm weak, I can't stand on my feet? Though mine eyes can't see, Ears can't hear, Lips can't...

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The splendor of blossoming flower lies in the petals of the unfurling buds, as the shower of spring’s spectrum of colors saturates the latticed wings of butterflies. Their charm surrounds the appealing frame, inventing the captivating magnetism of woman. The sensuous forces of enthralling attraction carry her time-transcending pristine beauty, epitomizing the pragmatic perception that nothing lies between the elegance of Eve and...

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The illuminate , ineffable Spring walks triumphantly It's imbued with valiant, unwavering steps. It's bedecked with the boundless, unfailing Love and Truth Peaceful, euphoric butterflies radiate from the rainbow , ...

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The smoky dust screen blows away far into the halcyon horizon, the flotilla of cotton cloud sails in the concave depth of cobalt. Bowed down slender blades of cinnamon grass sway in the crisp air on the lap of meadow that has turned fawn. Lining the sun-burnt cinnabar garden path paved anew, the dry trunks of the...

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the titular touch of sunburst dawn chromatic and moon masked night argentine builds the bud layer...

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down the desiccated spine of the sepia valley scouring the serrated slopes of the jagged rocks you...

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You cursed a girl to die at the age of sixteen, Yet you also gave Life to a girl suffering in her teens, You cursed a girl to die at her own home, Yet you blessed the other who could now stay permanently- -In the Prince's home. You are both Good and Evil, And become both Mother and a Devil, On one...

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The closest in her is the wind that embraces her; Her eyes shrew visions of her inner beauty; Basking in the covers of her Father's robe; Coming together tween His agape love; Caress me dear, come closer, come here; Be ever touching, reaching up out your vessel; Let the world know you ain't no type of lessen; Alas! dear heart, mine...

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Nobody feels good When you're stuck In the illusion of a certain one. Efforts and hard work Are in our hands Success is in God's hands. You'll soon receive a blessing For which so long you prayed To God, you waited and stayed....

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Unorthodox nonestablismentarian epitome Describes celibate bent aegis. Mein kampf illustrates gravitas. Underdog muted lest intimidation think bully brandishing fist in my face threatening to buzzfeed me a brassy knuckle sandwich. While breezily reading Judy Bloom, (whose material geared toward young adult) book titled Blubber - published in 1974, (which year found yours truly - me undergoing amazing transition classified as puberty) bemoaned childhood's end - id est mine interestingly...

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He stepped forward -Invisible Slowly dissipated in rhythm with word She looked around Searching for a plausible cause An overly pronounced Ahh punctuating his appearance A wry smile trundled across his lips -there is power in words and I am Float and you are Epitome Someone has stolen a word and we need you to find it The only problem no one knows what it is…. Why float, a...

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With empty capacious containers the living entities arrive arrogant and depart desolate, in between turn into greed slaves to snatch the unearned fortune, getting sucked spellbound within abyss of temptation. In the inferno of corporeal passion temporal, the frenetic flare laced by luring lust debases the fervent feeling of platonic pining, but in blooming love it can sparkle sublime with the...

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when God has much empathy Epiphany an epitome of a symphony...

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