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M-E Jan 27
A Riddle:

If I told you
That I'm going to write
A poem
As a gift
To whoever is the 200th
Would you race to follow me
Knowing that its not going to be you?
20 followers ahead.
Or would you leave my profile stagnant
At 180 followers?
Or would you unfollow or block me instead?

Maybe this poem is a gift
To all my 180 followers :)
Sometimes I just write whatever nonsense idea comes to my mind. But this one is from my heart. <3
Put it on my mama, that violets are blue, roses are red, and my heart is dead and so is your heart.
Sonya Dec 2018
Up up up
Up the numbers go
Raising high my spirits
Drowning out my woe

Higher higher higher
Reaching to a peak
Then crashing down to none again
And leaving me to weep
Gordon Chai Oct 2018

how many do i need
to feel like something?
Eric Pon Oct 2018
Sometimes, I write to understand.
And sometimes to explain
But now, the words begin to land
In a distinctive little game

I'll admit this one I do not need-
Its not essential like the rest,
But for my ego it does feed
A serenity contest.

For all I want is to be known
For all my sanctioned skills
You see this ryhme which I now own? Does it make you ill?
To think in this confession
That the power of my word
is no more than an obsession?
One that I've detered.

For followers is what I need!
Its all im really here for.
And to admit this **** greed
Makes me crave it even more.
Iljano lepelblad Oct 2018
I don't know you, but i like you.
I don't talk to you but i hear you.
I don't see you but i know you are watching.

I'd like to say thank you for your eyes that meet my words, thank you for the fact that you seem to find yourself able to relate or find some part that fits your life and current mood.

My words don't mean much its just a tale of everyday life tackeling you to the ground and getting back up, but finding comfort in simple placement of words and people that can relate.

So thank you,

To followers....
9 who know who they are thanks for reading and likes.
Anya Sep 2018
The broken hunch back
Yellow, wrinkled, and withered with age
Not a single fraction of his formerly radiant youth remaining
Choughs up a few more
Words to throw on a page
Desperate to rack up more followers
Nat Lipstadt Mar 2018
I'm your man,
your very own first Northern Star,
the first of the 3 legged stool,
upon which enthroned poets,
the world, do rule

the honor bequeathed me  
to be a  first follower cannot be
disdained nor diminished,
in this case,
the greatest is to be the first,
a quenching of thirst
so long in the parching,
the throat left burning

so come to me,
message me a message,
find me a find, a poem so fine,
I vow,
our vowed embrace will n'ere be broken

give me this honorific,
let us together be terrific,
raise our glasses,
arms entwined toasting you
and all that breast of yours
bursting full of fulfilling future~contains

I am a father.
I am a grandfather.
I am a First Follower.
I am a First Responder
for all who need a leg up.

my legs are as old as time,
measure me not by the rings and  the
metered scales of gray hair aging,
but by the muscles of my affection,
the solemnity of my irrevocable promise

the blessing we earn when you post,
while we wait in quiet attendance -
for your good works

"Blessed are You Lord our God, Ruler of the Universe
who has given us life, sustained us, until just now,
allowing the reader and the writer, to reach this day."
Blade Maiden Aug 2018
Feel like I went
somewhere wrong
People look but
they don't hold on
And I so crave
for interaction
For a poetic
I can't
stop writing
It's reverse writer's block
that I'm fighting
When all I can do
is oversharing
the pressure in my head
is overbearing

I know we are all
most interested in ourselves
Standing tall
in front of our virtual bookshelves
Not much wrong with it
It's only human nature
we wait for our creations to be a hit
so we feel a little bit more mature

Our intentions must be
somewhat the same
Am I wrong in thinking that we all
want a little bit of fame
Maybe the word falls short to describe
I mean we all want to be seen
Make a small impact, "please subscribe"
Everyone wants to be part of the scene

Oh but "I don't care what I am",
that's not what I do
Ah but unfortunately
that's not even half true
I didn't care much when
I started out
Simply because
I wasn't so proud
Of being able to write
my most inner thoughts down
and still call them
my own
And I still don't feel
proud in comparison
All these beautiful souls on here
This lyrical ship has quite a strong garrison

But it makes me sad and I wonder
about some of you
and that's why I started to ponder
cause I have no clue
What does "a follow for a follow" mean
If that's all we do
what does it matter, why so keen

Do you think it's only fair
I follow you, you follow me
But I want you to really care
To click because you want to see
Silly little adventures that I share
and who I want to be

I still strive to feel connected
I read of you
til I'm feeling like everything's collected
Is it too much to ask to wish you'd too
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
Sitting on the window sill of my Chamber,
in a state of dwam.

Zephyrs dance; opened letters on my cherry-wood
gilt-of-gold desk.

News of new Kings and Queens reach my ears;
and I smile, so grateful.
Oh my fricking gosh! 163 FOLLOWERS!
Thank you so so much!
Really, I'm grateful!
Man, this is so insane!
My kingdom's growing by the day! ^-^
This is a dream come true!
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