piglet - Hello Poetry

Please go to sleep little baby Please let me lay down my head Please go to sleep little baby Please let me get into bed. Please don't cry little baby Please let your mind slip to dreams Please let me sleep little baby I'm coming apart at the seams!!

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Jun 10, 2018

Jun 10, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC

Sleep

Please go to sleep little baby Please let me lay down my head Please go to sleep little baby Please let me get into bed. Please don't cry little baby Please let your mind slip to dreams Please let me sleep little baby I'm coming apart at the seams!!

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Sparkling eyes of blue marshmallow soft skin a smile to light the world. Tiny hands clasping mine innocence personified I couldn't love him more.

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May 13, 2018

May 13, 2018 at 11:43 AM UTC

Tristan.

Sparkling eyes of blue marshmallow soft skin a smile to light the world. Tiny hands clasping mine innocence personified I couldn't love him more.

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I'm told to take it easy I can only take it slow and when I'll see my feet again, I'm sure I do not know. My belly's ever swelling I'm waiting for the news that will let me wear my skinny jeans and bend to tie my shoes! There really isn't long to go But I can hardly wait to meet my little sunshine and to kiss his tiny face. For now I'll soldier onwards I'll face the day with cheer and live in sweet discomfort until little one is here

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Feb 24, 2018

Feb 24, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC

Baby blues

I'm told to take it easy I can only take it slow and when I'll see my feet again, I'm sure I do not know. My belly's ever swelling I'm waiting for the news that will let me wear my skinny jeans and bend to tie my shoes! There really isn't long to go But I can hardly wait to meet my little sunshine and to kiss his tiny face. For now I'll soldier onwards I'll face the day with cheer and live in sweet discomfort until little one is here

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I work all day and sleep all night I barely find the time to write when time is found to fill my need I have a cup of tea and read the words you write upon this site but still my muse has taken flight. While life it swells within my belly ankles lifted, watching telly 6 weeks to go till baby Beau Will swell my heart and steal the show With toothless smiles and sleepless nights My muse to bring such special writes!

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Feb 12, 2018

Feb 12, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC

Life

I work all day and sleep all night I barely find the time to write when time is found to fill my need I have a cup of tea and read the words you write upon this site but still my muse has taken flight. While life it swells within my belly ankles lifted, watching telly 6 weeks to go till baby Beau Will swell my heart and steal the show With toothless smiles and sleepless nights My muse to bring such special writes!

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a collaboration with Calpurnia Mockingbird Write for you let words pour fourth for the good of a smile, to release the pressure, to dry the tears. Write for you because you feel it. Not for the lightening, the exclamations at clever rhyming nor the coloured heart that marks your triumph. Write for you for love, for joy, for fun let your souls soar with the majesty of eagles upon the freedom of a blank page. Write for you. your desires and dreams. Your wishes and doubts may echo in the lives of others but that is not their worth. Write for you because it is how you breathe, how you let go, be soothed by the flow of ink for it is your only stillness in an ever spinning world. Write for you. Only you. Always.

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Jan 7, 2015

Jan 7, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC

Write

a collaboration with Calpurnia Mockingbird Write for you let words pour fourth for the good of a smile, to release the pressure, to dry the tears. Write for you because you feel it. Not for the lightening, the exclamations at clever rhyming nor the coloured heart that marks your triumph. Write for you for love, for joy, for fun let your souls soar with the majesty of eagles upon the freedom of a blank page. Write for you. your desires and dreams. Your wishes and doubts may echo in the lives of others but that is not their worth. Write for you because it is how you breathe, how you let go, be soothed by the flow of ink for it is your only stillness in an ever spinning world. Write for you. Only you. Always.

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Everybody that comes here day in day out and bears their souls, often with no response, yet still they come, because in some quiet way it helps. You know who's awesome? All of us. So there!

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Jan 6, 2015

Jan 6, 2015 at 6:41 PM UTC

You know who's awesome?

Everybody that comes here day in day out and bears their souls, often with no response, yet still they come, because in some quiet way it helps. You know who's awesome? All of us. So there!

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Watching swings in the wind swaying, ghostly sadly empty chains creak with no laughter to drown the sound it carries like screams of all the children who pleaded to never ever grow up.

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Jan 6, 2015

Jan 6, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC

playground ghosts.

Watching swings in the wind swaying, ghostly sadly empty chains creak with no laughter to drown the sound it carries like screams of all the children who pleaded to never ever grow up.

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If I was a ship sent far out to sea would anyone notice the abscence of me? I sit all alone with my shadow and pen and long to go home back to hiding again. If I was a ship set to sail without end would you be my anchor? sweet fairweather friend.

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Jan 6, 2015

Jan 6, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC

Untitled

If I was a ship sent far out to sea would anyone notice the abscence of me? I sit all alone with my shadow and pen and long to go home back to hiding again. If I was a ship set to sail without end would you be my anchor? sweet fairweather friend.

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Here's to the misfits, the losers, the freaks the eternally picked on, the hapless, the weak, to time spent with textbooks and not on the streets. It may not be now but someday we will rule we'll be CEO's, Queens of all, Kings of cool with cash in the bank and prospects galore because we understood what high school is for!

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Nov 25, 2014

Nov 25, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC

To Us

Here's to the misfits, the losers, the freaks the eternally picked on, the hapless, the weak, to time spent with textbooks and not on the streets. It may not be now but someday we will rule we'll be CEO's, Queens of all, Kings of cool with cash in the bank and prospects galore because we understood what high school is for!

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When I was a toddler my Dad brought you home a sweet little ball of grey fur You'd spent the whole day sleeping tight in his pocket and greeted the warmth with a purr. Dad wanted a smoke, so he ducked down an alley where the boys from the boss they would hide he noticed a bag on the floor slowly rustling and found you abandoned inside. You sweet little kitten, blue eyes widely staring won over my dad with your pitiful plea So he cuddled and smuggled you home after hours as a companion for 3 year old me. Now 12 years have passed and your grey fur has faded and sleep is your only desire I watch your eyes fade as you struggle to see me they tell me that now is your time. So I'll wrap you up warm in your best knitted blanket and cuddle you close to my heart My Hobo, my buddy, my trusty companion It's time for your soul to depart.

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Sep 22, 2014

Sep 22, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC

Hobo, a love story.

When I was a toddler my Dad brought you home a sweet little ball of grey fur You'd spent the whole day sleeping tight in his pocket and greeted the warmth with a purr. Dad wanted a smoke, so he ducked down an alley where the boys from the boss they would hide he noticed a bag on the floor slowly rustling and found you abandoned inside. You sweet little kitten, blue eyes widely staring won over my dad with your pitiful plea So he cuddled and smuggled you home after hours as a companion for 3 year old me. Now 12 years have passed and your grey fur has faded and sleep is your only desire I watch your eyes fade as you struggle to see me they tell me that now is your time. So I'll wrap you up warm in your best knitted blanket and cuddle you close to my heart My Hobo, my buddy, my trusty companion It's time for your soul to depart.

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