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Submitted by Decko
Write an over-dramatised poem that is about something not at all dramatic.
It should be about something boring or normal, but with intense poetic drama and whimsy.
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I wish I was more perspicacious I wish I made my bed every morning before today I must be assiduous more and more keep it tidy /hope to not even let a crumb fall upon these sheets let the pillow never fall and the pillow cases be washed. I wish I could think it and do it but the times got pushed back ....
Waking up early, getting ready,
I have to work not sure how will go,
Dropped me off, and I started my day.
Pull out the information,
I have no idea,
Wait, you what?
Figured it out, oh my dear.
Scared me, you better know this.
Powerful morning,
Tired afternoon,
In between is my daily stage.
As time goes, there are still more to learn.
How can you be so confident?
Practice makes perfect, you know ri...
In twilight's glow, we march to the sweet,
You promise the trip but refuse the treat.
"No ice cream for me," you coldly decree,
While I crave the joy we could share, you see.
How can you stand there, love in your eyes,
And crush my heart with such cruel guise?
Damn your refusal, your stubborn disdain,
For in this moment, you bring me pain.
Take me for ice cream, but feel my ire,
Your empty hands...
Luna, the name encompassed my entire life,
It echoed in streets and swam through oceans.
It struck me down, pierced with a single knife,
Sorcery I yell, this witch brewed love potions.
Luna, the name glowed in my darkest hours,
I wish to dance and frolic in fields of Green.
Your ethereal eyes and your scent of flowers,
I imagine the age of time, all that has not been.
It is just a name, all I ha...
Wicks burnt and crosses hung.
Your seat grew frigid beneath the rose colored glass.
The holy light shining on us all.
Yet I sit alone.
With his presence in proximity,
but what about yours?
My pearls hung from my neck and my makeup smudged at the crevices of my eyes.
I’m sore, and aching for your companionship.
I’m held spiritually but I want to be physically.
I’m losing weight just sitting...
Once upon a time, in a land quite ordinary,
Lived a humble spoon, so plain and solitary.
Its life was simple, stirring pots and bowls,
Yet in its heart, a story of passion unfolds.
With every scoop, it danced with grace,
Stirring soups and sauces, all over the place.
Its handle, oh so slender, its bowl so round,
A utensil of wonder, a treasure to be found.
But alas, the spoon yearned for somethi...
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