Poems generated by our users

• Rebecca's birthday and I wish I was there to help her celebrate.
• Susan, 65th birthday, dog lover, golfer, hiker, pickleball player, great mother, wonderful friend
• Message to my younger self. Which gives advice to my younger self to never give up or ignore any opportunity that comes your way, life your best life without regrets, tell those closest to you how much you love them, take loads of photos that you can look back on in years to come. And thank yourself for having the strength and resilience to overcome the challenges and bad people that bullied, hurt, knocked you down and thank yourself for not letting this stop you from living your best life
• Frances likes cats, strategic tasks, governance, indigenous, PHD, board games, coffee, music , wicked. Is moving to indigenous data governance from NDDA data governance
• frances has left ndda data governance after 4 years and moved to Governance of indigenous data. SHe is doing her PHD, likes strategic, complex tasks, is friendly social and outgoing
• Mine and my girlfriends one year whom I love so much
• It's about my bstf sanvi whom I met in 8th and we became friends when she had no one and i needed someone she's turning 17 and she does not listen to me still she asks for my advice every single time and she also has her jee coming up but she's stressed because of some boys We're exactly opposite I'm adventurous and she's a nerd and make the poem funny not serious. Now we're more like family less friends and keep it funny and emotional a mix of hindi and eng
• Happy 18thTo the sister I’ve fought like storms against,daylight battles, loud and intense,words thrown sharp, tempers high,and you ready to choke me if I pushed too far—no lie.Yet somehow, like the sky resets at night,we’d sit again, everything… alright,from chaos to calm in a single day,enemies at noon, by evening—okay.You, my strictest teacher, my personal roast,the one who teases me the most,your normal talks, a comedy show,punchlines hidden where no one would know.You’re not the loud, always-happy kind,you’re quieter, deeper, a different design,like sunlight slipping where no one sees,like strength that bends but never leaves.I still can’t believe you’re eighteen now,when did life even allowthis level unlocked, this quiet shift,when you still feel like the same old gift?And all those threats—you’ll leave, not stay,hostel life will take you away,first of all, rude, second—not fair,third—I’ll still come find you there.Honestly, I’ve never seen you “grown,”you’re still just you, still my own,my built-in comedian, my steady ground,the kind of rare that’s not easily found.And somehow, effortlessly, you still remainone of the prettiest—like art without a frame,a Pinterest kind of beauty, soft but bright,the kind that doesn’t even try for light.Keep shining the way you always do,keep growing into every version of you,and may you be a doctor, strong and wise,successful enough to not need my legal advice.Stay this mix of chaos and grace,this quiet strength no time can erase,because the world has copies—but not your edition,you’re rare, no need for any addition.Happy 18th—step into life, strange and wide,and still be the sisterwho stands by my side.
• hockey skates hyperbole seven lines non rhymin
• lost all hope, in need of rope, death, unwanted, lonely, crying for help
• death, suicide, rope, unwanted, lonely, lost all hope, blood, tears
• Free verse Climate Change poem in 1000 words
• Free verse Climate Change poem in 1000 words
• this is where the quiet screams where nightmares live through twisted dreams
• Narito ang mas pinagandang bersyon. Mas malalim ang damdamin, mas maganda ang pagkakabuo ng kwento, at mas nakaka-inspire ang ending.   "Para" Para sa Pangarap Araw-araw, hawak ko ang manibela. Sa bawat pagpihit at pagdiin sa gas, parang hawak ko rin ang takbo ng buhay ko. Ako si Kuya Ben, drayber ng jeep na laging puno ng tao at puno rin ng kwento. Sa bawat byahe, iba’t ibang mukha ang sumasakay. May mga estudyanteng puyat pero gising ang diwa, may mga empleyadong pagod galing sa trabaho, at may mga manggagawang bitbit ang bigat ng mundo. Sumasakay sila, nagbabayad, at pagdating sa destinasyon nila, sumisigaw ng "Para!" at bumababa. Para sa kanila, simpleng transportasyon lang ito. Pero sa paningin ko, bawat isa sa kanila ay may dalang mabigat na bag at mas mabigat pang pangarap. Nakikita ko sa mga mata nila ang hirap, pero mas ramdam ko ang pag-asa. Minsan, habang naka-idle kami at naghihintay na mapuno, napapaisip ako. "Paano kaya kung ako naman ang sumigaw ng 'Para'?" Pakiramdam ko kasi, paikot-ikot lang ako sa iisang ruta. Parang ako yung laging nagdadala, pero kailan kaya ako makakarating sa paroroonan ko? Pero habang pinagmamasdan ko ang salamin at nakikita ko ang repleksyon ko, may napagtanto ako. Ang jeep na ito ay hindi lang sasakyan. Ito ay simbolo ng buhay. May lubak, may butas, minsan mainit, minsan traffic. Pero ang mahalaga, hindi humihinto ang takbo. At higit sa lahat—napagtanto ko na hindi lang sila ang may patutunguhan. Ako rin ay may paroroonan. Ang bawat piso na kinikita ko, bawat butil ng pawis na tumutulo sa noo ko, at bawat "LETSA GO!" na sigaw ko—lahat 'yan ay bayad para sa pangarap ko ring makapagtapos ang mga anak ko at magkaroon ng maginhawang buhay. Ngumiti ako at pinaandar muli ang makina. Dahil naintindihan ko na: Sa byaheng ito, hindi lang sila pasahero. Ako rin ay mananakay—mananakay sa mundong ito, na kasabay nilang lumalaban at umaasenso. At balang araw, sisigaw din ako ng "Para..." Hindi dahil pagod na ako, at hindi dahil hihinto na ako. gawin itong tagalog na tulaKundi dahil... nandito na tayo. Nakarating na tayo. gawin itong isang tula patungkol sa byahe ng buhay
• 60th birthday to wife Beautiful compassionate elegant amazing strong
• Birthday new friends hoping to turn romantic. First date oainting
• Rebecca and Daniel funny relationship poem
• Write one about my past relationship, my first ever love but second boyfriend, his green eyes, how everything I see reminds me of him, my great love for him and how I miss him
• Sex ed teacher LynnLoves her RH fantasies Loves being naughty with JohnSchemes new ways to please him
• Ana, 16th birthday, lifeguard, soft ball player, jewelry maker, sweet, fun, beautiful
• Talking about how beautiful her blonde hair and green eyes are and how her lips are wonderful and I love her cuddles. Make me sound like the beast in the relationship. I have brown hair and brown eyes
• a man and his girlfriend have a rocky relationship where she doesn't trust him or herself to tell him her favorite color. after a long time, when they meet again, shes better and she says her favorite color is yellow
• Red hair great laugh funny supportive kind and generous we will miss you