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poem yikes
She opens her eyes
to a neat little bed pops in the oven her neat little bread And says her prayer for being well fed She walks out the door of her neat little house she crosses the street to the neat little path High on a hill sits a neat little bench A gust of wind somersaults beside the neat little station As the train slowsssss...stops She re-ties her neat little bow Take me to a place, where the streets are not marked where the turtles sing joyous songs where the mermaids are free to roam And the goats, they play tag with kittens, while fireflies dance all night long Take me to where the stars glow brighter Not invisible, not profane to distracted city dwellers But when centaurs read the signs of the skies and dribble with riddles to know if the stars are aligned Not everything is a math equation Some answers are undefined some questions have no answers at all And others, can be seen from multiple sides No, not all is a neat little math equation of finding x by PEMDAS operations Please excuse my dear aunt Sally She has a train to catch, one way ticket to Diagon Alley. |
Re: poem yikes
I like the repetition of 'neat' in the first few stanzas! This is really good though. :D
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thank you Dez
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I liked the repetition of 'neat' in the first few stanzas too. I really like this part:
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P.S: I'm glad you were able to write a poem since you've been dealing with writer's block. I like reading your poems so don't be afraid to keep posting! :) |
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thank you Ellie.
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This is lovely. <3 I enjoyed imagining everything in the fourth and fifth stanzas, and the ending is perfect! ^.^
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thank you <3
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I really liked this especially this part:
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