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As for Youthful romance
It's just like foolish Affairs –
Impulsive decisions, Fleeting emotions.

And if foolish Affairs of Youth serve
A purpose; it Serves as a simple Message:

All young Love, is DUMB love;
Until you Eventually find the ONE.
thyreez-thy Jan 15
Tryna play pirates in the backyard, ah
bluey playing market with a credit card ah
Rusty throws sticks just to hurt you ah
Honey wears glasses just to tease you ah
None of these hounds on a lease too, ah
Turn a school year into a week too, yeah
Main doggo out of your field yea
Side dog outta yo field too, yea

Kennel so loud need some discipline
Twenty biscuits on me, made with cinnamon
Cut that bone meal into meaty pieces
Honey licks her face, man I love my doggo
You talk buckaroos need a saving space
We're playing shadow running to the shade
Switch up the game, driving in a plane
I switch My cuppy, I don't feel the pain

baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you've done!
baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you've done!
I'm the motherwoofing Stardawg

Everyday a doggo tryna test me, yah
Everyday a parent tryna end me,yah
Pull off the scooter in a school zone ah
Pocket over weight, stones  heavy, yeah
Coming from the shepherd, thats a far cry
I come alive during play time
No competition I don't really listen
and just like bluey, bumping keepy uppy

Kennel so loud need some discipline
Twenty biscuits on me, made with cinnamon
Cut that bone meal into meaty pieces
Honey licks her face, man I love my doggo
You talk buckaroos need a saving space
We're playing shadow running to the shade
Switch up the game, driving in a plane
I switch My cuppy, I don't feel the pain

baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you done!
baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you done!
I'm the motherwoofing Stardawg


Let a dog play tablet
Legend of the winter, on the grind like bandit
Bought Bingo a crib and a brand new wagon
Chilli hit the grocery store looking lavish
Star trip ceiling in that house plan
Sheep get loose when the hear this song
Hundred stones on my sheep get me close to DOG
Don't pray for love we pray for candy bars

Kennel so loud need some discipline
Twenty biscuits on me, made with cinnamon
Cut that bone meal into meaty pieces
Honey licks her face, man I love my doggo
You talk buckaroos need a saving space
We're playing shadow running to the shade
Switch up the game, driving in a plane
I switch My cuppy, I don't feel the pain

baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you done!
baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you done!
I'm the motherwoofing Stardawg

baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you done!
baa ba baa ba baa ba baa ba ba
Look what you done!
I'm the motherwoofing Stardawg
A piece I made after I told a few people I could make a weeknd song (Starboy) into a "child friendly" bluey song. while I'm not sure if this counts as anything good, it was fun to make none the less.
Pablo Luna Nov 2024
Her eyes
The smile
the dumb conversations that lasted a long while
I sit there looking up and think once in a while
Can I go back

To the times that we had
the times that expelled the sad
the cheesy corny moments like this
were moments that made me bliss
I miss her kiss

Her voice a calm in a storm
even while kicked out forced to stay in the dorm
being with her was my norm

it made me complete
to strive and compete
to be the best person I wanted to be
it is kind of sad that she won't be beside me

I know i can climb
I know I can ascend
to those great heights we both had in mind
it just ***** she wont be there in the end
she was my best friend

I was good enough
even when it was tough
and I did not at times believe in our love

I kept it in
for I did not the possible conformation
to give those thoughts a win
But being with her kept me locked in

In a way that it gave me hope
that was more than cope
yes it was a slippery *****
that i mainly caused by my moments ope

Well
it was swell
to hear the alarm bells
to see the negative thoughts and troubles felled
to wake and
to have someone by my side
who was my light

Ready to be by her side day and night
these words are a failure
for they can not describe the ways that I felt with her

So when the time to go apart
we got ready for our last part
the last song and dance
of a failed romance
not out of a faded love
but of two weeping hearts
knowing they had to go   apart


The mourning of
we gave our last exchanges of love
and embraced the moment
while we braced for the soon approaching time

this relationship had to die



then we departed

left broken hearted

Coping with a love that had just started

Now to get over being broken
hearted
Dumb poem to cope
Unsaid Nov 2024
The clock blinks cruelly, its glow so stark,
Another sleepless night in the aching dark,
I tried to escape, to drown the weight,
But found myself at regret’s cold gate.

The pressure pressed hard, a relentless tide,
I sought relief where shadows hide,
But the choices I made were fleeting, unwise,
Now I face their echoes with tear-stung eyes.

How could I falter? How could I fall?
I swore to stand stronger, to conquer it all,
Yet here I lie, with shame my chain,
A heart heavy with self-made pain.

Idiot, I whisper, my voice low and raw,
As if naming my flaws could change what I saw,
But the past, unyielding, cannot be unwritten,
Its lessons harsh, its truths unforgiven.

Still, beneath this crushing regret,
A faint ember of hope refuses to set,
For though I stumbled, though I bled,
I’m not defined by the mistakes I’ve bred.

The pain I feel is proof I care,
A signal to rise, to mend, repair,
Each dawn brings a chance to start anew,
To rebuild the path where my truth shines through.

So I’ll gather the pieces, though jagged and sharp,
And craft a new melody from this broken harp,
For while I’m flawed, I’m not my mistakes—
A heart can heal, even as it aches.
Wyoming Mae Nov 2024
Ringlets spring between my fingers,
I try to smooth them as a sigh slips out,
Sarcasm hangs heavy on my lip, but—
something else drips from yours
I try to meet your gaze but mine often strays
I can’t let my eyes give me away
My body will say what I cannot put into words
A poem can be written under those soft sounds,
Something more tangible and desperate, yet—
It is still more delicate than I could ever consciously pen.
I was dumb!
Ejiro Oct 2024
Even though I’m smart enough to understand many things
I absolutely love to act dumb sometimes
It helps me see people’s real motives, intentions, and personal values when they are alone with me
It’s like playing a game of who slips their words up the most
Whoever loses gets to be seen as who they really are in the inside
And I’ve never lost once
Only the stupid come out of the woodwork and this smart stay deep within.
Book of Murphy chapter 3:30
Dumb people coming out of the woodwork.
Sofia Aug 2024
With drops of liquor left of my tongue,
I realise how stupid I’ve become.
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