Hey my love You are so cute Just want to hold you tight You always do bring smiles in any person's face May it of any age You are chubby And I love to kiss you In my sleep I always do hug you tight And then I never left alone You are the best and simplest gift I ever want, Love you my teddy bear 🐻
Taffeta watches the pigs atop the tables Glass eyes and stitches where they're enabled Guts pumping crimson liquid Sewing 'em up, she's addicted Family and friends recommend she withdraw She responded with a twinkle in her eye and a dropped jaw Scissors and string, that's all she'll need Besides a corpse, of course, and a bit of stuffing Lilac eyes affixed on a tattered pillow Enjoying watching a weeping Willow Her poor Porky pet has met his end But everyone knows you can depend Before your sweet pet starts to smell On Taffeta's Taxidermy to stuff 'em well
Inspired by a randomly generated word prompt, which brought my mind to a song by Teddy Hyde, Terry's Taxidermy.
Reminds me of those sweet moments I wouldn't switch it with anything Either I'd have cried or I'd have gotten conflict I used to hug it every single night Say my dreams to it N take myself to universe vlog It pleased me often The matter was just it couldn't get me to talk Brought it to the parties I spoiled it I've always realised That if there weren't any attention Now we would be harder than a rock
I was born out of fur and cotton, With eyes that were shiny, black buttons. From the store rack, I always watched the distant tree. But one fine day, this little girl picked me.
My owner handled me with great care. I was, after all, her beloved teddy bear. I seemed to be her biggest comfort, When she couldn't sleep or she felt troubled.
Years passed by and so did my time. The little girl didn't need her teddy when she cried. As I lay with the other toys in the attic, I realized that my short life was quite tragic.
"Mr. Cuddles! Your child's best friend!" But who's going to care about me in the end? I played my part. I stayed with you. But in the end this is what it came to.
Mr. Cuddles, the lonely one. Who lies in the attic with his fur undone. The cotton keeps falling out of his limb, The once happy bear now lays grim.
I attempted personification for the first time. I kind of relate to this poem though. I feel like Mr. Cuddles. And that somehow is my greatest fear. I fear being unloved and forgotten. I hope I got the message delivered in the poem.
She was sad, She needed someone who cared. She went into her room Just like every night And held onto him She cried her heart out Though she never spoke He could understand everything He knew her better than anyone else People would think she's crazy But she knew better She knew he knew He'd been watching her from a child Yet he never judged her Teddy was always there for her.
People who hold their Teddy bears for comfort will understand this
Boys are like teddy bear. You love them for a short amount of time. When that’s times up and the timer rings. You just throw them away. In your closet where you never see them again. Then you get a new teddy bear. You love this teddy bear. The way he smells like the woods, but after shave at the same time. The way he fits perfectly in you’re arms. This teddy bear oh you think it’s the one. The one your going to love till the end of you’re life. No this time the teddy bear stops loving you. He throws you to his closet. Just like you did to that teddy bear. Now you know how it feels. Opening your closet you bring that old teddy bear out. Loving that old teddy bear till the end of your time.