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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2019 21:22:42 GMT -6
logging poems I've written per others' prompted words - a four word challenge, if you will.
number one - bunny, zucchini, pastry, fur.
Zucchini, my babe, my beautiful son
I've left for a moment to go for a run
I hope that I'll see you fast asleep
Comfy and cozy, in a dream that's sweet.
But when I return, there's fur on the floor
Bite marks in the carpets, a dent in the door
How the heck did that- Oh, just never you mind.
I know that I don't have a chance to unwind.
Zucchini, you small, you sweet little bunny
How do you do all of this while I'm running?
I look at the rug, you ate it like pastries
Pardon my rudeness, but how is that tasty?!
You silly, you bun, you can't keep escaping.
You're gonna run me into my grave!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2019 21:23:41 GMT -6
cat, rain, flower, rock
Pitter patter, pitter patter
said the raincloud to the roof.
Pitter patter, pitter pat
like cat paws on cement.
Flitter flower, flitter flower
said the raincloud to the dirt.
April shower, grow a flower!
so the seeds took sprout.
Half an hour, half an hour,
called the raincloud to the rocks.
Half an hour, April shower!
and then its time was done.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2019 21:24:52 GMT -6
werewolf, magic, storming, puppeteer
I can hear the magic late at night,
I can hear it calling my name.
The moonlight turns my soul to dust,
although I feel the same.
Shivering, glowing, gleaming, soaring
Into my midnight dreams.
The lady, she calls me back, my love
She calls me away from my dreams.
She's the raging puppeteer
Too cowardly to accept my form.
A werewolf, a song, an adventure of night
She calls it away in an instant.
Storming away from midnight's desires,
all she wants is to be at peace.
Yet I am a man who howls at the moon,
who runs among the wolves.
How can I be with this beautiful girl
If she loves not who I am?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2019 21:26:39 GMT -6
daisies, snakes, music, glassin spoiler because it's not as poem-y as the other ones
I saw a snake in the daisies.
You don't believe me?
I swear it was there.
Right there.
No, there.
Right--
Oh god, there it is.
What, you don't see it?
It's by that daisy, the pink one-
What do you mean, there's no pink one?
You must be blind. Hold on.
Okay, I'm pointing at it
It's at the end of the stick.
Do you see it now?
What on earth are you talking about?
Of course there are daisies here.
No, it's not just dirt-- Do you need glasses?
It's right there.
The snake started singing.
It's actually quite a nice song.
You can hear it at least, can't you?
No, I'm not pulling your leg.
Why would I do that?
You seriously can't hear the music?
...
Nothing?
I'm going to take a closer look.
Anna?
Where did you go?
Is this a trick?
The snake is gone, the daisies-
they're gone.
I can't find you.
Anna?
It's not funny. Please come out.
Anna...
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Post by artolmaeus on May 22, 2022 22:08:02 GMT -6
daisies, snakes, music, glass
I violate your field of daisies
like walking over broken glass
and all I hear is some Cypress Hill music
about hits from the bong
I have not been high in so long
and I just don't know why
maybe it was all the snakes I was covered
in because someone spiked my lil doobie
with something far less than groovy
but if it is four words, dahling, then these be:
doorbell, catnip, bullwhip, cream cheese(please)
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