Shreshta - Hello Poetry

Mine is floating, one says. Mine is sinking, the other. I don't know what mine is doing, I say. Making paper boats float in the puddle is hard work we say together, as we go home to eat.

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May 25

May 25, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC

Paper Boats

Mine is floating, one says. Mine is sinking, the other. I don't know what mine is doing, I say. Making paper boats float in the puddle is hard work we say together, as we go home to eat.

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Your paws on the cold floor, barks when I'm near the cutting board, whines when it's dinner time, jumps when it's play time. you, my dear Milo, are fully mine.

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Apr 4

Apr 4, 2026 at 3:16 AM UTC

Fully Mine

Your paws on the cold floor, barks when I'm near the cutting board, whines when it's dinner time, jumps when it's play time. you, my dear Milo, are fully mine.

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Oh my, having curly hair is so fun! Really? Try putting it in a bun. But it's so pretty It's also hefty. Do you like it? I do, but it's work. Surely not! Surely is. But I love it.

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Mar 29

Mar 29, 2026 at 1:11 AM UTC

Curls

Oh my, having curly hair is so fun! Really? Try putting it in a bun. But it's so pretty It's also hefty. Do you like it? I do, but it's work. Surely not! Surely is. But I love it.

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Polka dots and red roses, Stripes and wine, Gold and silk, A patchwork of soft promises Stitched into a Sunday dress. We wear it out to dinner, To each our own, We laugh over jokes And cry over our own. Stealing fries off each other's plates, Fixing hair before the mirror, Every secret safe between us, Every fear a little clearer. It was us from the beginning, It's us till the end, Not just my person, But my home, my friend.

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Mar 29

Mar 29, 2026 at 1:00 AM UTC

To Each Our Own

Polka dots and red roses, Stripes and wine, Gold and silk, A patchwork of soft promises Stitched into a Sunday dress. We wear it out to dinner, To each our own, We laugh over jokes And cry over our own. Stealing fries off each other's plates, Fixing hair before the mirror, Every secret safe between us, Every fear a little clearer. It was us from the beginning, It's us till the end, Not just my person, But my home, my friend.

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