There's all sorts of people,
colors, shapes, and sizes.
We all know each other's names,
all except for one.
No one talks to her,
for that reason.
How long until we do?
After all, she's not popular,
smart, or weird.
What category do we put her in?
Guess she's just one of the new ones.
She's not a victim,
though they say she wants attention.
She's just fine,
but we don't know what category
she fits into.
She keeps to herself,
so who knows what she's like?
She's not dumb, smart, weird or popular,
so I guess she's just
one of The New Ones.
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Author:
Screaming goat (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2022 14:59
- Comment from author about the poem: Heey! I haven't been on here in forever, so please excuse me if I delete all my poems because they look like they were written by an emo kid. Or if they're cringy af lol
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
great to see your Poetic growth
appreciate the literary 'breath'
you've used to pace this poem
and the balance you found
between abstract and characterisation
a truly impressive Poem
and your wording and tonality
has the resonance of a wise soul
keep striving, growing
I very much doubt your poetic talent
will ever let you down, your talent
is unique!
thanks for sharing, forgive me
if my comment comes across as rude or derogatory
I meant no disrespect, dear poet
(just a fool, getting a little overzealous)
lol
I didn't think it was offensive at all! I love your comments, and kind of needed the compliment. Thx!
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