kittenkat - Hello Poetry

she opened the door and let out an anguished cry how long had it been left to languish alone, forgotten in the darkness? shoving everything else aside desperate, careless her hands closed tightly around shaking she rushed to yank it forward into the light oh no. no no no. she held it in her hands gently now, defeated the need to rush had gone she could see now that it had long since expired trembling, she wept fell to her knees and made a promise that from this day forth never again would Nutella to go to waste

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Jul 19, 2017

Jul 19, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC

Based on a True Story

she opened the door and let out an anguished cry how long had it been left to languish alone, forgotten in the darkness? shoving everything else aside desperate, careless her hands closed tightly around shaking she rushed to yank it forward into the light oh no. no no no. she held it in her hands gently now, defeated the need to rush had gone she could see now that it had long since expired trembling, she wept fell to her knees and made a promise that from this day forth never again would Nutella to go to waste

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Boop boop, Boop boop, Now that I'm a grownup, I **** at writing poems.

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC

Discovery

Boop boop, Boop boop, Now that I'm a grownup, I **** at writing poems.

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My mom took me to school today, Like every day I've gone, And everything still seemed okay 'Till someone picked up Shawn. And Todd and Sue and Ellie May, Miss Pritchard sent them home; I will admit it's hard to play When you've been left alone. So one by one they left the room, And only some came back; There were just ten of us by noon And even less by snack. I'm not sure when they called my name, But one thing was for sure; I wasn't going to fall the same Fate as my friends before. I bolted past the office staff Who'd come to seal my doom... They promised me a toy giraffe If I'd come in the room. They pointed to a purple chair And told me to sit down; They poked their fingers at my hair, Discussed me with a frown. Still one of them was very nice, If only I had known: They'd searched my head for signs of LIFE And had to send me home. Now though I recently turned five And learned my phonics last, I could've told them I'm alive... If only they had asked!

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC

Photograph #13

My mom took me to school today, Like every day I've gone, And everything still seemed okay 'Till someone picked up Shawn. And Todd and Sue and Ellie May, Miss Pritchard sent them home; I will admit it's hard to play When you've been left alone. So one by one they left the room, And only some came back; There were just ten of us by noon And even less by snack. I'm not sure when they called my name, But one thing was for sure; I wasn't going to fall the same Fate as my friends before. I bolted past the office staff Who'd come to seal my doom... They promised me a toy giraffe If I'd come in the room. They pointed to a purple chair And told me to sit down; They poked their fingers at my hair, Discussed me with a frown. Still one of them was very nice, If only I had known: They'd searched my head for signs of LIFE And had to send me home. Now though I recently turned five And learned my phonics last, I could've told them I'm alive... If only they had asked!

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I'm s'posed to be writing creatively, But I can't figure out what to write; I'm having severe writer's block, you see, And I can't get this thing to sound right. Somewhere inside there's a poet in me, But I think he's been taking a nap; Or maybe he's gone and deserted me 'Cause my work always turns out like crap. As hard as I try, I can't right this stuff; I don't even know how to spell, But maybe if I sit here long enough, I'll too be a poet as well.

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC

Creative Writing Exercise

I'm s'posed to be writing creatively, But I can't figure out what to write; I'm having severe writer's block, you see, And I can't get this thing to sound right. Somewhere inside there's a poet in me, But I think he's been taking a nap; Or maybe he's gone and deserted me 'Cause my work always turns out like crap. As hard as I try, I can't right this stuff; I don't even know how to spell, But maybe if I sit here long enough, I'll too be a poet as well.

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And if I built a building, I'd build it out of bugs. Spiders, bees, and scorpions, And seeping, slimy slugs. Its floors would crunch and splatter, Its ceilings would drip down; Floors that hide up in your pants And buzzing all around. My building would be creepy, Decrepit, lacking health; And though I do not care for bugs I'd have it to myself.

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC

Thoughts about Architecture

And if I built a building, I'd build it out of bugs. Spiders, bees, and scorpions, And seeping, slimy slugs. Its floors would crunch and splatter, Its ceilings would drip down; Floors that hide up in your pants And buzzing all around. My building would be creepy, Decrepit, lacking health; And though I do not care for bugs I'd have it to myself.

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I just wrote a Constitution Amendment One says no pollution Three and Four ban prostitution The penalty's electrocution The people cry for retribution I can't think of a solution ***** those anti-federalists I hope they develop monster cysts And writhe and scream and slash their wrists I'll pound their face in with my fists They'll be sorry they made me ****** These stupid states won't ratify This document; I don't know why I bite my lip and want to cry I don't know why I even try I'll mash them into pretty pie I hope they die and die and die So sign this pretty pretty please I'll kiss your feet and shine your knees But only if each state agrees To sign this hodgepodge of decrees Excuse me now, I have to sneeze

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC

The Constitution

I just wrote a Constitution Amendment One says no pollution Three and Four ban prostitution The penalty's electrocution The people cry for retribution I can't think of a solution ***** those anti-federalists I hope they develop monster cysts And writhe and scream and slash their wrists I'll pound their face in with my fists They'll be sorry they made me ****** These stupid states won't ratify This document; I don't know why I bite my lip and want to cry I don't know why I even try I'll mash them into pretty pie I hope they die and die and die So sign this pretty pretty please I'll kiss your feet and shine your knees But only if each state agrees To sign this hodgepodge of decrees Excuse me now, I have to sneeze

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Dear Mrs. Maurer, Please don't be put out When we sit and stare Like a bunch of dead trout, And half of us sleep (Though some pay attention), And some of us do things I won't even mention-- When we get distracted, Please do understand, It isn't yourself Or the lesson you planned, But rather our state On those days of the week, And when we have your class We're unable to speak Because Mondays are Mondays And thinking's a chore, Wednesdays our feet are Halfway through the door, Fridays we're asking, "Our weekend starts when??" And Monday the cycle Starts over again. So dear Mrs. Maurer, Your class is not boring; Your stories and lectures Do not cause the snoring. Your challenge is this as We come to this junction: Find a day of the week When your students can function.

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC

Scribbled Notes

Dear Mrs. Maurer, Please don't be put out When we sit and stare Like a bunch of dead trout, And half of us sleep (Though some pay attention), And some of us do things I won't even mention-- When we get distracted, Please do understand, It isn't yourself Or the lesson you planned, But rather our state On those days of the week, And when we have your class We're unable to speak Because Mondays are Mondays And thinking's a chore, Wednesdays our feet are Halfway through the door, Fridays we're asking, "Our weekend starts when??" And Monday the cycle Starts over again. So dear Mrs. Maurer, Your class is not boring; Your stories and lectures Do not cause the snoring. Your challenge is this as We come to this junction: Find a day of the week When your students can function.

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A fartle is a little **** A tiny ***** teaser. A puff of air, a piece of art, An itsy sphincter sneezer.

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 8:30 PM UTC

Soliloquy

A fartle is a little **** A tiny ***** teaser. A puff of air, a piece of art, An itsy sphincter sneezer.

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Pure white Speckle Of black Hint of grey Weight and heat In the snow Pick it up In your hands Explore Inspect Breathe it in Realize Understand What it is You hold In your hands Penguin ****

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 8:17 PM UTC

Mystery

Pure white Speckle Of black Hint of grey Weight and heat In the snow Pick it up In your hands Explore Inspect Breathe it in Realize Understand What it is You hold In your hands Penguin ****

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My toes are short and stubby They wiggle all about They're getting kind of chubby And I want to rip them out. But Mommy wouldn't like it (Though Daddy wouldn't care) If blood got on the carpet, So I think I'll leave them there.

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC

Piggies

My toes are short and stubby They wiggle all about They're getting kind of chubby And I want to rip them out. But Mommy wouldn't like it (Though Daddy wouldn't care) If blood got on the carpet, So I think I'll leave them there.

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