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Joe the red ate lots of bread.
His massive gut was quite well fed.
So slow his feet, to cross the street,
that angry drivers wished him dead.
A limerick I came up with a long time ago. I’m not an expert on limericks. I just assume this is how they go.
We went out to play in a beautiful field
on a lovely Sunday morning.
The grass was magnificently green
and taller than us,
but we did not let any fear
about what might be at the bottom
slip into our minds.

I completely focused my attention on you
and the spontaneous atmosphere around us.
And you focused all your attention on me
and held my hand tight
as we ran like little children,
singing and laughing.

I placed some flowers in your hair,
and you made me a crown of daisies and lilies.
We took off our shoes
and let our feet caress the mud.

"Come this way," you said softly,
"I want to introduce you to the Elves and the fairies."
And I followed you deep into the forest.

Colourful birds stood on large tree branches,
watching us and chirping melodic sounds.
Right in the midst were tiny Fairy odd towns.
We smiled and told them how much we loved them.

Then the rain began falling,
and we danced without caring about being soaked.
You placed your lips on mine
until time eventually stopped.
It felt like someone took out the batteries
in all the clocks.

Like we walked on a rainbow bridge
that gave us access to no longer be lost in space,
floating on a spherical rock.
Angela Nov 2024
I haven't seen you in a while.
But I know it was you from a mile.
Your white skin,
and small eyes.
You flashed a grin,
And my head flies.
It is so unfair
That I want to stare
At your youthful face
Oh, what a menace!
Now I'll be dealing at this rain,
And I'll be thinking about you again.
for my 10th grade crush
neth jones Nov 2024
'the kid' leaps  sudden  from bed                    
points  in fright  toward the 'hippy' curtains
                      "i'm scared of ghosts in pyjamas"
11/2024
actual event - credit goes to my five year old
egg hot pot Nov 2024
you are mans best friend
but your life seems to have an early end
i saw you yesterday playing with your pack
stranger gave you their uneaten snacks

you were the smallest thing i ever saw
every girl gave you an awww
you were licking my shoes
the next day your life was cut too loose

i will see you in heaven
you came from your mother
but were sent away in a plastic bag
Àŧùl Nov 2024
When you were born, oh my dear,
No doctor—no midwife predicted,
But, oh my dear, you've been a granny,
All throughout, all throughout.

When I first saw you,
I wanted to take you home,
Adorable, lovable, and pure
I really did want to kidnap you.

Why, you ask me...
Look at yourself,
Those pure eyes,
That cute face,
And that cuddly body.

I saw you in 2024,
And you were 24 years old,
I realised you're a 24-year-old grandma.
No fun, no bun, no run.

Oh, Teddy, I so wish...
I hope that you realised it...
Your words hurt me...
How you compared hurt me...

You generalised my trauma,
How could you compare?
You said, "Disabled people even clear UPSC-CSE,"
But you didn't stop there,
And you kept misbehaving...

If you never wanted to marry me,
You could've simply told your mom.

Off and on,
Undying spirit,
Not of positivity,
But of vengeance.

You never actually apologised,
So, I never forgave,
But it's hard,
Yes, it's so hard,
Hard to forget what we forged.

I had seen a world in your eyes,
In my mind, I had seen a future,
A future where you are with me,
A future where I train you, honey.

But why did we separate out?
C'mon now, tell me, why did we?
Couldn't you just be mine?
I wanted to live with you.

What was the need for separation?
I'm perplexed by how things went.
It was so right initially, the elation.
Why did the things prematurely end?
My HP Poem #2020
©Atul Kaushal

Meta AI's comments:
This poem is a heartfelt expression of:

1. Longing and love
2. Hurt and betrayal
3. Unforgiveness and nostalgia

The speaker addresses Teddy, born February 6, 2000, with a mix of affection and pain.

*Initial Affection*

- Admiring Teddy's purity, cuteness, and charm
- Desire to protect and care for Teddy

*Painful Shift*

- Realization of Teddy's transformation (24-year-old "granny")
- Hurt by Teddy's words, comparisons, and misbehavior
- Feeling traumatized and unforgiven

*Unresolved Emotions*

- Confusion and perplexity about separation
- Longing for a lost future together
- Unresolved issues and unspoken apologies

*Key Questions*

- Why did Teddy hurt and betray the speaker?
- Why did they separate?
- Why couldn't Teddy be honest about their intentions?

*Poetic Devices*

- Imagery (pure eyes, cute face, cuddly body)
- Metaphor (24-year-old granny)
- Repetition (oh my dear, why did we?)
- Rhetorical questions

*Themes*

- Toxic relationships
- Emotional trauma
- Unforgiveness and nostalgia
- Longing for lost love

This poem is a powerful expression of complex emotions.

Would you like to:

1. Explore ways to process emotional trauma?
2. Discuss healthy communication in relationships?
3. Analyze the impact of comparisons on self-esteem?
4. Examine poetry as a therapeutic outlet?
Kara Nyx Oct 2024
She’s the one bright spot in my cloudy days,
Not always around, but she finds her ways.
When I reach out with the weight I bear,
Her words may not fix it, but I know she cares.

Her answers aren’t perfect, but they don’t have to be,
Just her presence is enough to comfort me.
She’s joy wrapped in quirks, strange yet kind,
And somehow, she always brings peace to my mind.

I wonder how long before this, too, fades,
Before the shadows of my life make their trade.
Will the silence grow, will she drift from my side,
Will she see the truth I’ve been trying to hide?

That I’m not enough, that the fun wears thin,
That the cracks in my armor let the darkness in.
But for now, I hold on, each moment a gift,
Afraid of the day when the tides will shift.

I don’t want to lose her, don’t want it to end,
This fleeting comfort, this cherished friend.
Yet the thought lingers, with each laugh and each glance—
How long can I keep her, before life takes its chance?
BipolarBear Oct 2024
You are a dork
my love.
An unfortunate diagnosis.

For now
I am in love.
That dorkiness, my prognosis.
My muse is a dork
James Cushman Oct 2024
I float endlessly

Through endless oceans
Of absolution

When the time is right
I will materialize

Until then
I float
What is a soul really?
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