Cool wind blows
Autumn's herald harkens
Balls sweat no more
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No poem has ever instilled such wistful hope in me before
And as the leaves fall, I am falling for them.
Fuck this shit
I want out
Let me go
Home
Written like a man at work on a slow day!
Roses are dead, Violets are dead, I suck at gardening.
With practice makes⦠ah, yes, of course, more dead flowers.
π nooo I can change
We need rain, I'm told.
It rains, complaints grow tenfold.
The rain disrupts the soil, the soul disrupted in turn.
Don't tell me
What to do
You're not my dad
Shit, ten words spot on
What even is a poem?
I never understood art really...
I see what you did there sir
Fucking fuck. Fuck me dude. Fucking hell I swear. Fuck
Dude I cracked lol
That's fucking beautiful, dude.
Calm and contented
For nothing happened today.
I am satisfied
Every day is another test. I forgot my #2 pencil.
And yet, with no pencil in hand, wisdom is espoused.
Seriously, this one was great. You should remember it always.
"#2" is two words. But dropping either "I" or "pencil" would work.
A window to the world
without any Windows
My Computer.
(I wrote it in a few second before looking at the OP post, but the form turned out remarkably similar)
Life is too short Make of it What you can
I lack the wit, so I can't rhyme for shit.
There are two or three and sometimes four? Potentially... more.
Sometimes less is best.
If all is zero, nothing is.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Poetry is hard to
The glowing sun projects its rays, consciousness reflects the age.
My mind slows, but the world hastens with every day.
Hodor hodor hodor,
Hodor hodor.
Hodor hodor hodor,
Hodor hodor.
In the night we can't see an absence of light
Hobby horse, eat a cake Jump around, break your leg
Horse, if you didnβt devour cake, youβd still have leg.
It only has one leg. It's a hobby horse.
The poems
I wrote,
I love 'em
but I'm broke.
Today is Dog. Yesterday was Water. Tomorrow will be Monkey.
Hands upon fretboard
Staring quietly
Playing frippery
Three truthless chords
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