#cans - Hello Poetry

One very sunny day, I went outside to play with friends, Playing games with no ends, We ran down roads with bends skipping, Each one of us tripping, Falling and a-slipping with joy, Coming up with a ploy, To catch that dreadful boy with glee, Prank him like he did me, "Lets tie him to a tree," Fran said, "We'll leave him there in dread!" How punishing for Fred, how bad, That would not leave me glad! "That would make me quite sad," I frowned, "But we cannot back down!" Then we all looked around for plans "Lets tie his shoes to cans!" "He'll make so much noise, and he'll blush" Said Verutica Klush. "We'll do that, we must rush to him," That plan is not to grim, So we sent Mary Kim for shoes, And Patrishia for glues, Starting to work in crews as fair, All got in on the dare, To join cans he will wear to boots Hearing many hollers and hoots, At his door we placed boots with cans, He wasn't fooled by our plans, You just must understand one thing And oh, the dumbness stings We didn't hide the strings to the cans

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Jan 3, 2021

Jan 3, 2021 at 1:17 PM UTC

MooshroomsRCool

A Prank Gone Wrong

One very sunny day, I went outside to play with friends, Playing games with no ends, We ran down roads with bends skipping, Each one of us tripping, Falling and a-slipping with joy, Coming up with a ploy, To catch that dreadful boy with glee, Prank him like he did me, "Lets tie him to a tree," Fran said, "We'll leave him there in dread!" How punishing for Fred, how bad, That would not leave me glad! "That would make me quite sad," I frowned, "But we cannot back down!" Then we all looked around for plans "Lets tie his shoes to cans!" "He'll make so much noise, and he'll blush" Said Verutica Klush. "We'll do that, we must rush to him," That plan is not to grim, So we sent Mary Kim for shoes, And Patrishia for glues, Starting to work in crews as fair, All got in on the dare, To join cans he will wear to boots Hearing many hollers and hoots, At his door we placed boots with cans, He wasn't fooled by our plans, You just must understand one thing And oh, the dumbness stings We didn't hide the strings to the cans

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Empty beer cans punctuate our union now They are real but their metaphor mocks me I don’t remember when I started Counting them full Counting them empty Every night counting them has become my obsession Each full can a warning Each empty can like a stone on a plumb line Weighting my heart Dragging it spiralling down Every night it sinks Plummeting until it nestles with the eggshells scattered on my floors

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Oct 3, 2020

Oct 3, 2020 at 10:00 AM UTC

musicalmae

Empty and counting

Empty beer cans punctuate our union now They are real but their metaphor mocks me I don’t remember when I started Counting them full Counting them empty Every night counting them has become my obsession Each full can a warning Each empty can like a stone on a plumb line Weighting my heart Dragging it spiralling down Every night it sinks Plummeting until it nestles with the eggshells scattered on my floors

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you're like poison in my hand carbon in my blood death was never this grand holding your love, but dripping like sand gulping down gallons of regret enduring the sting, later we'll forget as if our souls never met i never noticed how the world was quiet could've told me you were gonna run so I'd never have to dive into these soda cans our oath to be each other's suns maybe it only lasted while it's fun

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May 16, 2019

May 16, 2019 at 11:31 AM UTC

footlettuce

soda cans

you're like poison in my hand carbon in my blood death was never this grand holding your love, but dripping like sand gulping down gallons of regret enduring the sting, later we'll forget as if our souls never met i never noticed how the world was quiet could've told me you were gonna run so I'd never have to dive into these soda cans our oath to be each other's suns maybe it only lasted while it's fun

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Collecting cans on a street corner, a penny for my thoughts as I gather my riches from discarded efforts. One became two, as many became more.. Hard work is the fortitude of motion. So many empty breaths caught within final swallows,but like a magpie I collect there glistening droppings.. I was homeless once, but I collected throw away moments... But now I'm on my feet, and I never throw away my memories like cans I now collect them...

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Oct 21, 2017

Oct 21, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC

poetic-t

So many empty moments...

Collecting cans on a street corner, a penny for my thoughts as I gather my riches from discarded efforts. One became two, as many became more.. Hard work is the fortitude of motion. So many empty breaths caught within final swallows,but like a magpie I collect there glistening droppings.. I was homeless once, but I collected throw away moments... But now I'm on my feet, and I never throw away my memories like cans I now collect them...

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