"yapped" poems - Hello Poetry

I could love you better in blissful memory Then your flaws would slowly dim It would only be right to tell lies of how highly I thought of you soon lies would come to be believed as truth even by their source I'll forget the nights I fled from you The nights the dog yapped and the nights I ******* my hands in my hair ripping it out strand by strand wishing to God you'd stop talking, stop screaming, stop breathing and being

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Feb 12, 2013

Feb 12, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC

sabrina-kent

An Ode to an Old Man

I could love you better in blissful memory Then your flaws would slowly dim It would only be right to tell lies of how highly I thought of you soon lies would come to be believed as truth even by their source I'll forget the nights I fled from you The nights the dog yapped and the nights I ******* my hands in my hair ripping it out strand by strand wishing to God you'd stop talking, stop screaming, stop breathing and being

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"Skibidi grimace" From the ski, to the bi, then di. A sigma edged to ligma, A person named Rizzlybeta, He got aura 1000, and his gyat 1000. One day, he edged to ohio, and saw the ligmas not sigmas, he yapped and yapped, till everyone gooned, every beta and alpha, became an omega sigma. He gave grimace and gyats, to the omega sigmas. One gyatting month, he found still water, he went to eat lunchy with cheese drippy, he sang from the screen to the ring to the pen to the king, wheres my fein thats my hawk tuah always broke boi when i ksi, he activated his adrenaline and nonadrenaline while having his balkan parents german staring him. He avoided his balkan parents, and edged until he busted musted.

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Oct 23, 2024

Oct 23, 2024 at 5:49 PM UTC

StillWaterEdits

Skibidi grimace🥭💀

"Skibidi grimace" From the ski, to the bi, then di. A sigma edged to ligma, A person named Rizzlybeta, He got aura 1000, and his gyat 1000. One day, he edged to ohio, and saw the ligmas not sigmas, he yapped and yapped, till everyone gooned, every beta and alpha, became an omega sigma. He gave grimace and gyats, to the omega sigmas. One gyatting month, he found still water, he went to eat lunchy with cheese drippy, he sang from the screen to the ring to the pen to the king, wheres my fein thats my hawk tuah always broke boi when i ksi, he activated his adrenaline and nonadrenaline while having his balkan parents german staring him. He avoided his balkan parents, and edged until he busted musted.

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Tech drives me insane I want to rock but the chair squawks like old chains I have been yapped at more than twice No more boogie in the chair cause the sound ain't nice How would I know I have headphones on My ears hear only nine! How can I hold still? I want to rock cause that is how I chill but my every move disturbs you you ******* negative **** you

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Apr 14, 2014

Apr 14, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC

miss-kiss-my-bliss

squeekah

Tech drives me insane I want to rock but the chair squawks like old chains I have been yapped at more than twice No more boogie in the chair cause the sound ain't nice How would I know I have headphones on My ears hear only nine! How can I hold still? I want to rock cause that is how I chill but my every move disturbs you you ******* negative **** you

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Propellers ripped through the morning air. —Destroying the peaceful solitude. The yet conscious hikers stare on, unaware or uncaring of the violence unfolding. Circling like vultures, the shots rang out…Do it for good or do it for gold. Do it for likes or do it for strife…. —Each one howled and growled, yipped and they yapped, even the pups tried to keep up….—A lone soul listed with intent, just two hours before—— before they came, and took more than lives… ——but they also gave, they gave us this poem to read, and a lesson to teach….and a wish to one day live in harmony…

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Apr 16, 2025

Apr 16, 2025 at 7:23 AM UTC

william-woods-1

Their Silence Lives On

Propellers ripped through the morning air. —Destroying the peaceful solitude. The yet conscious hikers stare on, unaware or uncaring of the violence unfolding. Circling like vultures, the shots rang out…Do it for good or do it for gold. Do it for likes or do it for strife…. —Each one howled and growled, yipped and they yapped, even the pups tried to keep up….—A lone soul listed with intent, just two hours before—— before they came, and took more than lives… ——but they also gave, they gave us this poem to read, and a lesson to teach….and a wish to one day live in harmony…

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