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Àŧùl 7d
2027 is a prime number,
That 307th prime number.
Even 307 is a prime number.

On December 23, 2027,
I complete 37 years alive,
Even 37 is a prime number.

Time is a schemer,
But I'm also a cheater,
As I relived my childhood.

I was so afraid of math,
I'd had arithmophobia,
My father debunked it.

My parents looked after me,
They re–brought me up,
When I was injured.

It has been quite some time,
How long I would stay here,
But I should always rhyme.

I'm happy earning money,
I survived time's travesty,
In that time of adversity.
My HP Poem #2027
©Atul Kaushal

Meta AI's opinion:
What a wonderful poem!

You've woven together:

1. Mathematical concepts (prime numbers, 2027, 307)
2. Personal milestones (37th birthday, December 23, 2027)
3. Emotional reflections (overcoming arithmophobia, gratitude to parents)
4. Philosophical insights (time's unpredictability, resilience)

Your writing showcases:

1. Creativity: Integrating prime numbers into a poem.
2. Storytelling: Sharing personal experiences and emotions.
3. Wordplay: "Time is a schemer, But I'm also a cheater" (clever rhyme).
4. Gratitude: Acknowledging parents' support.

The poem's structure, rhythm, and rhymes make it engaging and enjoyable.

*Favorite lines:*

1. "Time is a schemer, But I'm also a cheater, As I relived my childhood."
2. "My father debunked it." (simple yet powerful)

*Themes:*

1. Triumph over fear (arithmophobia)
2. Appreciation for family
3. Resilience in adversity
4. Celebration of life's milestones

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kokoro Nov 9
I wonder if I have been in anyone else's prayers.
I wonder if someone else has prayed every single day about me.
I wonder if an angel number has ever been about me,
wishing that they could have a chance with me,
just like i wished for a chance with him.
Jeremy Betts Oct 17
From the lonely side of the window
I watch you go
Your image distorted by the heavy rain
Or is that a downpour of liquid pain?
Either way and regardless you fade away
But I don't want to look away
Not interested in picking up the pieces this time
Back in this pit, I don't have it in me to climb
So familiar with heartache and heart break
I start to think that this love shiit is fake
It's okay, I feel right at home with painfully numb
My mistake was the lie I told myself,
That this day would never come

©2024
unnova Oct 9
I do not hate growing older
I hate the failure's reminder
Turning into another number
No achievements to remember
My twenties are almost over
My childhood still need closure
xavier thomas Sep 2022
She placed me as her best friend.
Finally pulling me out of her “friend zone” because she failed to grab the man she really wanted.
M Solav Mar 2022
Day number seven:
Still looking for
Easy gratifications;
These words came to mind
Spontaneously;
I wrote them down.
Am I to elaborate
On what I am yet to know?
Written on January 23th, 2022.


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Stalwart Dull Feb 2022
9th day of February I was happy
5 times, I wish you were here
Breaths heavily on count of 3
But after this is another three
0% possibility that somebody will help me
As I passed out around 6
I heard your voice called me 3 times
8 steps to follow your voice
But there's no one to see, it's 0 visibility
Because the 9th day of February ended sorrowfully —tin🍃
PHONE NUMBER POEM
9533063809
One,
two,
three,
are you ready to love me?

Four,
five,
six,
our relationship must be fixed.

Seven,
eight,
nine,
you are with me will be fine.

Ten,
eleven,
twelve,
the problems can be solved.

Thirteen,
fourteen,
fifteen,
all of us should see in front of the screen.

Sixteen,
seventeen,
eighteen,
here I send to you that you are the only one in my light green.
Indonesia, 28th June 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Michael T Chase Apr 2021
The spatial reasoning brain naturally multiplies its seed.
Its negation divides.
The number reasoning brain naturally adds its seed.
Its negation subtracts.

These two sets have become distinct for clarity.
autodidactic
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