#koala - Hello Poetry

Sometimes I feel like a koala with a heartbeat too loud for its small body— clinging not because I’m weak, but because the world trembles beneath me in ways I never learned to stand against alone. I hold on the way koalas do, with quiet desperation wrapped in something gentle, something that looks like tenderness but is really the fear of losing the one branch that feels like safety. There’s a softness in me that aches— a longing to anchor my storms against someone steady. And when I cling, it’s because you feel like warmth in a cold forest, like the one place I don’t have to pretend I’m not terrified of falling. So yes, I’m clingy— but only the way a koala is: arms around what matters, eyes closed, trusting that I won’t be shaken loose. It’s not neediness. It’s hope— raw and trembling, holding on.

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Nov 16, 2025

Nov 16, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC

giarose

Koala

Sometimes I feel like a koala with a heartbeat too loud for its small body— clinging not because I’m weak, but because the world trembles beneath me in ways I never learned to stand against alone. I hold on the way koalas do, with quiet desperation wrapped in something gentle, something that looks like tenderness but is really the fear of losing the one branch that feels like safety. There’s a softness in me that aches— a longing to anchor my storms against someone steady. And when I cling, it’s because you feel like warmth in a cold forest, like the one place I don’t have to pretend I’m not terrified of falling. So yes, I’m clingy— but only the way a koala is: arms around what matters, eyes closed, trusting that I won’t be shaken loose. It’s not neediness. It’s hope— raw and trembling, holding on.

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A new year A new beginning It starts with fire. Fire That's all you see. I see my house burning In front of my eyes Ripping away piece by piece Diminishing into the flames. I see my friends getting hurt Smoke suffocting them. They don't know what to do They can't run or hide. I hear my family crying; Our home is fading We have no where to go. For you it's just trees. For me it's home. It's my food. It's my living. Everything is taken away from me Yet you cry for your loss. My entire Species is going extinct. One by one they burn Along with their house they vanish into the flames. This is too painful for me. I have nothing to cling onto I have no family to call. I'm just a homeless runt.

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Jan 8, 2020

Jan 8, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC

Chiquita01

My home (a poem on the Australian wild fire 2020)

A new year A new beginning It starts with fire. Fire That's all you see. I see my house burning In front of my eyes Ripping away piece by piece Diminishing into the flames. I see my friends getting hurt Smoke suffocting them. They don't know what to do They can't run or hide. I hear my family crying; Our home is fading We have no where to go. For you it's just trees. For me it's home. It's my food. It's my living. Everything is taken away from me Yet you cry for your loss. My entire Species is going extinct. One by one they burn Along with their house they vanish into the flames. This is too painful for me. I have nothing to cling onto I have no family to call. I'm just a homeless runt.

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Snuggled Up to him I feel just like a koala bear. Eucalyptus tree Is he, always making me happy.

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May 17, 2017

May 17, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC

Cheeto_Henry_123

Eucalyptus love

Snuggled Up to him I feel just like a koala bear. Eucalyptus tree Is he, always making me happy.

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