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Steve Page Feb 16
what could be harder
getting up before the dawn
beating a lone path

climbing into your cold cab

what could be cooler
sitting high above the snow
clearing a shared path
Thanks to John Scalzi for the idea.
You make me wanna
Buy a classic motorcycle
Quit my boring corporate job
And move to the Italian alps

You make me wanna stop
Piling up wasted days
And start living
And I'll always love you for this - even if it's nothing but a dream.
Àŧùl Jan 11
The night has ended,
And the dusk is stale.
A different dawn descended,
And the sun is shining pale.

There are some memories here,
Some more are hidden there.
I'm still lonely,
But I'd be lonelier
If not for my parents.

Now I work on my dream rate,
None was more appropriate.
My HP Poem #2039
©Atul Kaushal
Kai Nov 2024
I'm busy on break
Mind is at stake
Endless work and anxiety from school
Making myself a fool
To do hobbies to be burned out
Continuous counting about
My stitches
Constantly looking if my art needs any stitches
To bring it all together
Just to put it in the corner over there
Just so no one can see my drawings

I'm too busy on break
My wrists need a long break
Yet I can't pull away, it just feels so magnetic
I feel so hectic
I can never catch a single break because of myself
Just so I can put items on the shelf
Waiting to sell out

I want- no- yearn for a break
Yet I'm always busy on my week long breaks
Taking care of things left and right
It feels as if I can barely see the light
I hate it
Dealing with everyone's ****
Is this really the consequences of having a job?
Where I'm being renamed as Bob?
To the point where I'm so tired that I need to move every second so I can get untired?

I'm so ******* exhausted
It feels like I just got deported
Just tie me onto a bed
Make dreams go to my head
Make me go into a deep slumber
Now I don't have to cut timber
Make my muscles relax
Just so I can relax
Just so I can remove my eye bags
Get all the hot rags
And put them on my forehead
Whenever I'm in bed
So this sickness will go away
Just so everything can go away
Remove all the stress on my shoulders
And place them ontop of boulders
See if the boulders would break because of how much weight there would be
Just a poem about working on my break. It's taking a toll on my body but that's okay! At least I can see children happy! I'm sick right now and it's so fun!(Thanks Toby/Caesar for the sickness that I 100% needed!) Though, the sickness was talking about the work, you can use it in both ways 🤷
Todd Sommerville Nov 2024
Love doesn't have to rhyme.
It doesn't have to be shouted from the rooftops,
or written in the stars.
Yet it is a poets job to make it so
To elaborate, exaggerate, compare it to the incomparable,
Capture the unsnareable, share the unshareable. 
Like fingers finding fingers in the dark,
or tender hugs holding grief at bay.
The conversation of her eyes through a teardrop,
saying more than a million words could convey.
 And this is where we find the meaning of love,
in the quiet moments where no words are spoken.
Where tender kisses and soft touches
become a dance to the rhythm
of two hearts beating in unison, under a lover's moon.
Shared only in the reflections of their eyes.
aidan Sep 2024
hello my pal!
my friend!
my guy!

lets gather round’ the camp for tea
i’ll sing to you my dearest song
if you’ll sit with me for the long

i often don’t see much of you or any
now since i’ve been blue.
the days are running rather thin
i wonder how this could have been.

before i start my silly tune
i must profess a word to you
or several words, i realize now
i hate my job
i often frown.

but do not fret
for its a job
where money is made
yet not for long

i’ll quit this job
i’ll quit it now
i’ll quit tomorrow
how does that sound?

or might i live in misery
with i, with you, this cup of tea!
if this is misery, then please
forgive me but i don’t see
this all seems fairly nice to me,
this all seems fairly nice to me.
aidan Sep 2024
teaching is tough
and rough
and cruel

where even some
feel like a fool.

ironic yes, and surely so!
but might i ask
and wont you know?

perhaps you won’t
thats fine with i!

but how come -
teachers want to
cry?
Bhavani Sep 2024
fog
time is ticking
i see a few options and
a hell lotta fog

why do i feel stuck
i need to make money fast
questions mounting.
Àŧùl Aug 2024
I am waiting for her.

Arid responses will not encourage me,
Married to some stranger I shall not be.

But before you marry me,
Obviously, you should love me,
Right now I'm bereft of true love,
Erase my grief, don't be tacit,
Don't be brief, it's not implicit.

Away from me,
Lonely she's not,
Only sincere to life,
Not distracted by me,
Easy it's not to entice her.

Air in the room suffocates me,
So does my anonymity.

Hailing from the metro,
Early it is for her, a tad bit,
Love can certainly wait,
Love can surely grow.

But for her, I'll get an Enticer,
Up to her, I'll make it,
That's a promise to myself.

Her lips I'll long for,
Oh, not for a kiss,
Personally for some words,
Especially of admiration.

Thoughtful she's not,
Okay I'm not.

Beautiful dreams take time,
Especially as I'm weaving them alone.

Life, it gave me lemons,
Of all, I can't just make a lemonade,
Validation and I need some love too,
Efforts I put need validation,
Don't keep me deprived of love and attention.
2° Acrostic

My HP Poem #1977
©Atul Kaushal
nick armbrister Aug 2024
Kookie
The job got really kookie
2 almost sales in a day
Both failed at the VT stage
1 was the wrong business name
Plus a scheduled meeting
1 was a customer sick of holding
Who chatted with his pal
The calls added to a prior 1
This cx wanted the service
On a future date not today
Call me back in a week
2 sales that never were
A 3rd if the cx still agrees
After checking 48 rivals
VOIP service is fierce
Getting sales is gold dust
Another day of bad juju
Tomorrow will be different
Will tomorrow soon come?
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