Hello everyone... I present to you:
I like to make silly little poems about a variety of topics. I'd love to write a poem for you if you gave me a prompt or a topic to write about. I could also do something with your username, your animal crossing town/villagers, anything. I'd love to explore writing poems about video games so really open to this topic if anyone is interested.
The poems are 10 TBT.
I'll share some examples of Poems below so you can get a feel for my style.
Gabby's Poem Emporium
I like to make silly little poems about a variety of topics. I'd love to write a poem for you if you gave me a prompt or a topic to write about. I could also do something with your username, your animal crossing town/villagers, anything. I'd love to explore writing poems about video games so really open to this topic if anyone is interested.
The poems are 10 TBT.
I'll share some examples of Poems below so you can get a feel for my style.
baby buds stretching out of their shell
enticed by the warmth beaming from above
their thirst quenched from the water below
synchronized blooms create a familiar silhouette of renewed life
but not so fast little guy
this is the high desert
where snow lurks in the mountains
and doesn’t care that it’s begun to get warm
protect your soft bloom
do not be fooled by aprils showers
you cannot be too shocked, stay strong
you must survive to see mays flowers
this is my prayer to every excited tree
that delights in the warmth
dances in the rain
and wakes from it’s winter sleep
only to be brought back down to temp
with the stubborn grey clouds,
the final spit of the snow,
and the the bite of the shivery spring night
youth in all its forms cares not for instruction
from a baby flower bud on a sturdy tree,
to a curious kitten on a ledge,
early lessons are often learned the hard way
i acknowledge the tree that blooms early
give it my best
admire it’s tenacity
and pray it makes it to may
i wonder if the bud is antsy to bloom
to transform into what it’s meant to be
all the while neglecting to bask in the process
of not quite being ready
and i wonder, too
if i am neglecting to bask in the process
of not quite being ready
to bloom
enticed by the warmth beaming from above
their thirst quenched from the water below
synchronized blooms create a familiar silhouette of renewed life
but not so fast little guy
this is the high desert
where snow lurks in the mountains
and doesn’t care that it’s begun to get warm
protect your soft bloom
do not be fooled by aprils showers
you cannot be too shocked, stay strong
you must survive to see mays flowers
this is my prayer to every excited tree
that delights in the warmth
dances in the rain
and wakes from it’s winter sleep
only to be brought back down to temp
with the stubborn grey clouds,
the final spit of the snow,
and the the bite of the shivery spring night
youth in all its forms cares not for instruction
from a baby flower bud on a sturdy tree,
to a curious kitten on a ledge,
early lessons are often learned the hard way
i acknowledge the tree that blooms early
give it my best
admire it’s tenacity
and pray it makes it to may
i wonder if the bud is antsy to bloom
to transform into what it’s meant to be
all the while neglecting to bask in the process
of not quite being ready
and i wonder, too
if i am neglecting to bask in the process
of not quite being ready
to bloom
I know your secret
I know that you pick your nose
It’s okay, me too
I know that you pick your nose
It’s okay, me too
Wet, muddy boot prints perfectly imprinted where poppies once sprouted
In the distance under the soil where tulip bulbs once hid,
Now lay large looming land mines lurking underfoot
March, warrior
Whereas the Earth was once a rich fertile cornucopia for cultivation
Now transmuted into a blank canvas for destruction
The Gardener peers out his window to the passing brutes
His hands remembering the feeling of fresh soil
Gray skies block the sun and the green leaves have nothing to look up to
Gray eyes focused forward at the enemy and have nothing to look up to
A bloody match paints the field that once bloomed with bright bold sunflowers
The gardener hides, wondering if he is coward, wondering if anything will grow again
I don’t know if its better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war
After the dust settles, the blood has been spilled, and the powers at be find compromise
The gardener is left with his empty, barren field
And gets to watch as new growth, new life, and new hope spring from the dirt
In the distance under the soil where tulip bulbs once hid,
Now lay large looming land mines lurking underfoot
March, warrior
Whereas the Earth was once a rich fertile cornucopia for cultivation
Now transmuted into a blank canvas for destruction
The Gardener peers out his window to the passing brutes
His hands remembering the feeling of fresh soil
Gray skies block the sun and the green leaves have nothing to look up to
Gray eyes focused forward at the enemy and have nothing to look up to
A bloody match paints the field that once bloomed with bright bold sunflowers
The gardener hides, wondering if he is coward, wondering if anything will grow again
I don’t know if its better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener in a war
After the dust settles, the blood has been spilled, and the powers at be find compromise
The gardener is left with his empty, barren field
And gets to watch as new growth, new life, and new hope spring from the dirt
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I'd like uhh... a rhyming poem. ABAB format. Subjects? These lil' critters: a boar and a flamingo. 
Additional request: As you go down the stanzas, make it increasingly heartwarming. You know, end it on a sunset. 
The more pig-related puns, the better. 
kthnxbai. 
