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Exciting rhythms conveying poetry,
Lively hymns, swinging melody;
Every lines spitting fact,
Vibrant yet peaceful pieces are intact,
Hobi's rap, made millions of hands clap.
His voice appealed to hopeless ears,
Calling calmness and wipes one's tears;
His singing hums perfection,
Your worries fades without hesitation;
When Hobi sings, heavens bell rings.
Thought of his bones aren't complete,
Caused choreos fired up, stages burned up;
He's a machine of hope –a king of his beat,
Hip hop blazed up, grooves pop;
Hobi's dance got crowd sways in an instant.
His verses vibes a vibrating hope and peace,
In his Hope World –hope rules;
In the blue side of his life
he brought me ease,
The daydream he talks about
colors of reality cools;
When Hobi produces songs, your
broken self will be given a set of tongs.
—written by minnaya34
***This poem is a personalized poem for J-hope. I wrote this for his birthday so again, I didn't follow the rules in writing 😆😇💜
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𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮
Poetry𝑼𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑛𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑙 𝑓𝑎𝑛 𝑁𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑜 𝐼 𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 '𝐼'𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑛'; 𝑼𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖, 𝐼 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝐴 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑙...
