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Give me a ten-word poem?
(lemmy.zip)
Vainly struggle
Against ill intent
Until we recede
Into oblivion
darkness falls
on old days of life
of a fool
The poems
I wrote,
I love 'em
but I'm broke.
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)
What even is a poem?
I never understood art really...
I lack the wit, so I can't rhyme for shit.
Calm and contented
For nothing happened today.
I am satisfied
Listen! Listen! The Cats Pissin... Where! Where! Under The Chair...
In the night we can't see an absence of light
Fuck this shit
Fuck this shit
Seriously
Fuck this shit
My cat died
New cats
One's anxiety
Is too much
Sounds just like our situation. Is the anxious cat young?
Cats move with silent, elegant grace and watchful glowing eyes.
Admire, if you will, the most optimized feline specimen yet.
Fucking fuck. Fuck me dude. Fucking hell I swear. Fuck
That's fucking beautiful, dude.
We need rain, I'm told.
It rains, complaints grow tenfold.
The rain disrupts the soil; the soul disrupted in turn.
Hodor hodor hodor,
Hodor hodor.
Hodor hodor hodor,
Hodor hodor.
Don't tell me
What to do
You're not my dad
Cool wind blows
Autumn's herald harkens
Balls sweat no more
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!
You'll wish you'd chosen
not to leap
right...
about...
now
....funk
soul
brother.
I heard this.
As my life flashes before me,
I suddenly love it.
Roses are dead, Violets are dead, I suck at gardening.
With practice makes… ah, yes, of course, more dead flowers.
😭 nooo I can change
everything you do matters, except all the bathroom splatters. shit.
They matter to me when I go in there to pee.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Poetry is hard to
women, girls, ladies
a lifetime is insufficient
to appreciate you
Truer words have never been spoken. There is nothing better.
The kids are fighting again.
I love being their dad!
A dispute between children strikes fear into all weary minds.
I like that.
The clock ticks on. Though, the promised hour never comes.
Crushing reality, Hurtling towards destruction. I need to do more.
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this post was submitted on 25 Aug 2025
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