"upvote" poems - Hello Poetry

Tee hee, look at me! Tight little ***** hey can you see? Not a tan line on me! I bask nakedly! Tee hee, tee hee! Pay attention to me! Tee hee hee, bikini hangin' free Grab that thing of sunscreen oil And rub it on freely! Now I shine reflectively! Tee hee! Tee hee is not just words to me It's more a way of life, you see Each **** that bounces bouncily Says to the world, tee bouncy hee hee hee So please upvote my poem, it's free And score a point for li'l ol' me Being so single hurts sorely! Help a girl out, tee hee hee!

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Jan 9, 2015

Jan 9, 2015 at 6:44 AM UTC

tee-hee

Bikini String Bingo

Tee hee, look at me! Tight little ***** hey can you see? Not a tan line on me! I bask nakedly! Tee hee, tee hee! Pay attention to me! Tee hee hee, bikini hangin' free Grab that thing of sunscreen oil And rub it on freely! Now I shine reflectively! Tee hee! Tee hee is not just words to me It's more a way of life, you see Each **** that bounces bouncily Says to the world, tee bouncy hee hee hee So please upvote my poem, it's free And score a point for li'l ol' me Being so single hurts sorely! Help a girl out, tee hee hee!

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For almost 2 days, now, I have been wondering what has been going on. I can't upvote and comment on poems, and most poems that I see posted have no view counts. By now one would have hoped that the fallen would gotten back on their feet. I just wish there was a voice out there, somewhere, instead of speculating. Logan Robertson 6/02/20

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Jun 2, 2020

Jun 2, 2020 at 9:10 PM UTC

logan-robertson

Has Hello Poetry Fallen?

For almost 2 days, now, I have been wondering what has been going on. I can't upvote and comment on poems, and most poems that I see posted have no view counts. By now one would have hoped that the fallen would gotten back on their feet. I just wish there was a voice out there, somewhere, instead of speculating. Logan Robertson 6/02/20

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The game played no longer how it once was No votes on new posts don't check the trends or check your own for views and comments The substantive roaming data of broken WiFi connections Mangle your jangling words, hide your swollen faces behind forced smiles, Rembrandt bastardisations or smeared oil paintings of the black soul(less) beasts that lurk in satiate tree shadows fawned over the lawnmower blue cycle rinse washed acid soaked daydream ***** slap nation So you revere the works once read on poetical facsimile sites only to smear words of younger wordsmith wrangled teen angst and now in your age and ardor it seems advantageous to judge But then that will leave you hollow inside or in fact, you could jump from a tall building only to bounce off the concrete into a children's pool and drown there in three inches of **** coloured rain water But so instead the workload decreases as your dementia bedpost nightmares all come aflutter The laced lily white throng of petal pinched patterns masks the marked men on their dusty knees There, watch how heads explode or listen to foley artists rendering the lacquered finish of the watermelon headjuice Make up words or make up lies Wear make-up daily, earn some prize or don't I don't care idc idk Resemble rhyme or reason Disassemble the times and season Return to pejorative pretensions, rants in verse verse verse verse prose format and **** the rest Or simply return to the old ways of playing the game Upvote this, and maybe they'll take interest Comment here return one there Use tags, hashtags, wash rags, fat slags, arm chair fat cats But always separated by spaces, prettyblankspaces No, I don't do slam poetry, I'm too white and not nearly rich enough to not care Reassemble the times and season, maybe make sense of it Maybe not Just don't let them become a passing trend, please

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Jan 26, 2015

Jan 26, 2015 at 12:23 PM UTC

reece

A Roundabout Way of Not Giving an Eff You See, Kay?

The game played no longer how it once was No votes on new posts don't check the trends or check your own for views and comments The substantive roaming data of broken WiFi connections Mangle your jangling words, hide your swollen faces behind forced smiles, Rembrandt bastardisations or smeared oil paintings of the black soul(less) beasts that lurk in satiate tree shadows fawned over the lawnmower blue cycle rinse washed acid soaked daydream ***** slap nation So you revere the works once read on poetical facsimile sites only to smear words of younger wordsmith wrangled teen angst and now in your age and ardor it seems advantageous to judge But then that will leave you hollow inside or in fact, you could jump from a tall building only to bounce off the concrete into a children's pool and drown there in three inches of **** coloured rain water But so instead the workload decreases as your dementia bedpost nightmares all come aflutter The laced lily white throng of petal pinched patterns masks the marked men on their dusty knees There, watch how heads explode or listen to foley artists rendering the lacquered finish of the watermelon headjuice Make up words or make up lies Wear make-up daily, earn some prize or don't I don't care idc idk Resemble rhyme or reason Disassemble the times and season Return to pejorative pretensions, rants in verse verse verse verse prose format and **** the rest Or simply return to the old ways of playing the game Upvote this, and maybe they'll take interest Comment here return one there Use tags, hashtags, wash rags, fat slags, arm chair fat cats But always separated by spaces, prettyblankspaces No, I don't do slam poetry, I'm too white and not nearly rich enough to not care Reassemble the times and season, maybe make sense of it Maybe not Just don't let them become a passing trend, please

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After days of sleep and always staying indoors I stepped outside then the rain began to pour The irony, I thought.. I looked up at the sky and yelled “Anything more?!” The raindrops began to hit the pavement What a strange scent, the cold rain on hot cement I already committed to going out I couldn’t go back now But back inside my shelter I went I didn’t have an umbrella or raincoat I wanted to go back on steemit, read articles and upvote Scroll through that one tab on the front page, called promote But I’ve already committed on going out today, I even jotted it down on my “to do” note So I got my car keys, jean jacket and phone I started to drive to some place new, unknown My first instinct was to start driving to visit her Bring flowers and say hi to her gravestone I fought my urge and went towards the coast Radio on low, I thought about what I missed most I parked on a hill overlooking the ocean “Torrey Pines” it said on the signpost I followed a walkway that was paved with stones It was nice to be outdoors on my own I kept wanting to stay indoors and postpone accepting life without her soft skin, gold hoops, french cologne fragile bones Worst part about it is I lost my best friend It's devastating, I'm not going to pretend my world is shattered but they keep telling me, “time will mend”

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Apr 16, 2018

Apr 16, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC

shewaslost

After The Storm

After days of sleep and always staying indoors I stepped outside then the rain began to pour The irony, I thought.. I looked up at the sky and yelled “Anything more?!” The raindrops began to hit the pavement What a strange scent, the cold rain on hot cement I already committed to going out I couldn’t go back now But back inside my shelter I went I didn’t have an umbrella or raincoat I wanted to go back on steemit, read articles and upvote Scroll through that one tab on the front page, called promote But I’ve already committed on going out today, I even jotted it down on my “to do” note So I got my car keys, jean jacket and phone I started to drive to some place new, unknown My first instinct was to start driving to visit her Bring flowers and say hi to her gravestone I fought my urge and went towards the coast Radio on low, I thought about what I missed most I parked on a hill overlooking the ocean “Torrey Pines” it said on the signpost I followed a walkway that was paved with stones It was nice to be outdoors on my own I kept wanting to stay indoors and postpone accepting life without her soft skin, gold hoops, french cologne fragile bones Worst part about it is I lost my best friend It's devastating, I'm not going to pretend my world is shattered but they keep telling me, “time will mend”

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