"fuggin" poems - Hello Poetry

I laugh when I cry Poison in my eye Crazy fuggin guy He who looks ablauf Could never figure out What clouds cry about Cause a dream I wanna had was raining on my best days, and every boring morning there was a blue moon, started after meeting lost souls Names locked in poetry Immortal permanently Unfortunately woe to me Mind melts Star belts Deep felts -Luca Ivaldi

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Jul 30, 2018

Jul 30, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC

Jesse_Nakai

Now

I laugh when I cry Poison in my eye Crazy fuggin guy He who looks ablauf Could never figure out What clouds cry about Cause a dream I wanna had was raining on my best days, and every boring morning there was a blue moon, started after meeting lost souls Names locked in poetry Immortal permanently Unfortunately woe to me Mind melts Star belts Deep felts -Luca Ivaldi

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Walls were pressed and hammered Therapy for workers, curing pangs of comforts They sat between fleshy webs of knuckles On lunch break they would pluck pouts of moldy fruit If only she could hear summer of 98’ Glimmering puddles and sinkable reasons She could test her strength with Goldfish and a drippy, chocolate cupcake Matching deserts of skin covering joints young enough to bend They spat against another, sweating. Tapping Smoother than honeymooners in a convention center Frigid or uncontrollable, no one could tell The breezeway connected teeth, the left chipped in the corner from A muddy softball game. Their team won 7-2. Wide enough to squeeze uncooked macaroni shells between Became the dusky neighborhood game. Transitioning humans, males most likely, whispered fears between that gap. He was different. He waited in outside the doors, near the trash bins With grumpy janitors, muttering, “fuggin’ kids” and things like that. She loved how ugly they were then. Her thoughts trailed him, what was left of him, as he paced Searching for the mug he left there, no There, holding wet tissue, no Soggy cupcake liner Cupcake, shortcake, cake, cake liner Rainbow or musty brown from 346 degrees Fahrenheit Baking Therapy Class held in her kitchen Maybe because she could pound at the dough and it would never fight back She neglects the finale of rumbling coffee exhale since she knows He’d never come back. Not here or any party she threw. But on another hard drive she saved photos of September 20th. She’ll flip mindlessly through a Cosmopolitan, until she can forget his name

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Feb 15, 2015

Feb 15, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC

shay-ruth

What’s-His-Name

Walls were pressed and hammered Therapy for workers, curing pangs of comforts They sat between fleshy webs of knuckles On lunch break they would pluck pouts of moldy fruit If only she could hear summer of 98’ Glimmering puddles and sinkable reasons She could test her strength with Goldfish and a drippy, chocolate cupcake Matching deserts of skin covering joints young enough to bend They spat against another, sweating. Tapping Smoother than honeymooners in a convention center Frigid or uncontrollable, no one could tell The breezeway connected teeth, the left chipped in the corner from A muddy softball game. Their team won 7-2. Wide enough to squeeze uncooked macaroni shells between Became the dusky neighborhood game. Transitioning humans, males most likely, whispered fears between that gap. He was different. He waited in outside the doors, near the trash bins With grumpy janitors, muttering, “fuggin’ kids” and things like that. She loved how ugly they were then. Her thoughts trailed him, what was left of him, as he paced Searching for the mug he left there, no There, holding wet tissue, no Soggy cupcake liner Cupcake, shortcake, cake, cake liner Rainbow or musty brown from 346 degrees Fahrenheit Baking Therapy Class held in her kitchen Maybe because she could pound at the dough and it would never fight back She neglects the finale of rumbling coffee exhale since she knows He’d never come back. Not here or any party she threw. But on another hard drive she saved photos of September 20th. She’ll flip mindlessly through a Cosmopolitan, until she can forget his name

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I'd hoped you had bought us popcorn, But you had not bought us popcorn. We will not get to eat popcorn. Life is fuggin hard. I'd hoped you had bought us ice cream. But you have not bought us ice cream. No joy, no brain freeze, no ice cream. Life is fuggin hard. I'd hoped you had rented a movie, But you have picked a ****** movie. Now I'm watching a ****** movie. Life is fuggin hard. -Mitch Paradeis

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Apr 29, 2015

Apr 29, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC

nitelifepro

Life is Hard

I'd hoped you had bought us popcorn, But you had not bought us popcorn. We will not get to eat popcorn. Life is fuggin hard. I'd hoped you had bought us ice cream. But you have not bought us ice cream. No joy, no brain freeze, no ice cream. Life is fuggin hard. I'd hoped you had rented a movie, But you have picked a ****** movie. Now I'm watching a ****** movie. Life is fuggin hard. -Mitch Paradeis

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The sauce of life is edible; Fuggin dig in.

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Feb 18, 2021

Feb 18, 2021 at 9:50 PM UTC

Static_Heartbeats

Setting a Low Standard

The sauce of life is edible; Fuggin dig in.

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I can't handle This web You've got me tangled Up in Still feel As if My stomach's getting pumped Oh, I wish you could win my Fuggin' trust back But its tragic You say You. dont. want. to Win it back Quit getting upset Because I don't see that happening You claim I come up Assumptions Come to find out Your secrets are gut wrenching So I'd rather not unpack here Or uncover anymore, She can clean out Your closet next time I can take a hint ............ I'm trying to take the hint ....... But it's like I've just been body slammed

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Aug 18, 2024

Aug 18, 2024 at 6:05 AM UTC

Twighead

This web I have been tangled in..

I can't handle This web You've got me tangled Up in Still feel As if My stomach's getting pumped Oh, I wish you could win my Fuggin' trust back But its tragic You say You. dont. want. to Win it back Quit getting upset Because I don't see that happening You claim I come up Assumptions Come to find out Your secrets are gut wrenching So I'd rather not unpack here Or uncover anymore, She can clean out Your closet next time I can take a hint ............ I'm trying to take the hint ....... But it's like I've just been body slammed

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