Andrea Dietrich Poet Rhyme

Me in Three

I will do me in three verses of rhyme
(each verse with three lines.) I was once in my prime,
but now I just feel the fleeing of time.

I had many dreams a long time ago.
I was then simply a young adult though.
Now I keep writing of how fast years go.

Since the September morn on which I was born,
multi-colored hats of different styles I've worn.
In some ways I think that I am like a unicorn.

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Karen Jones December 9, 2025 at 12:31 PM Love the rhyme. I didn’t know you were born in September. My birthday is Thursday Dec 11 and I’m going to celebrate by going to see Christmas lights at the Charlotte Speedway track with my mom. Good luck with the contest Andrea! Andrea Dietrich December 9, 2025 at 4:04 PM Yep. I am Virgo all the way! Happy birthday, dear Karen. Have lots of fun

sara Etgen-Baker December 7, 2025 at 5:04 PM loved the creativity and your rhyme scheme Good contest contender

Joe Maverick December 6, 2025 at 9:49 AM Well at least you never be forelorn Andrea.' I hope you are un-bored by Now btw.?

CayCay Godwin December 4, 2025 at 4:12 PM You succeeded in keeping it brief while maximizing creative and clever components. Very impressive and I like it very much. I'm not doing this contest, just didn't move me. SoupMail Andrea Dietrich December 5, 2025 at 9:35 PM Heck. Why not do it?

Janice Canerdy December 4, 2025 at 3:55 PM This is very creative and expressive, Andrea. Janice

Sara Kendrick December 4, 2025 at 11:33 AM Good one. It reads like a good contender for the contest or at least I think there is a contest because I have seen several of these with a similar theme. Thanks for sharing. Sara K

Paula Goldsmith December 4, 2025 at 9:05 AM What a creative/fun write. Love It... "Good Luck" I did, "Me In Three Was A Dream." Have a fun day writing away...............

Daniel Henry Rodgers December 4, 2025 at 7:50 AM Dear Andrea, I think what I felt here was a kind of candid self-inventory, pared down yet layered. I also sensed a standing still for a moment, looking back and forward at once, and letting the mix of realism and whimsy speak for itself. Very Nostalgic! Autumn Blessings, Dear Andrea, Daniel Andrea Dietrich December 4, 2025 at 8:05 AM Thanks. I like what you commented

Joseph P. DiMino December 4, 2025 at 7:33 AM Delightful! My wife wears hats always when we go out. To spot her in a crowded store I remember the hat she's wearing. Making many of her own, they are always singular in style and beauty. Just like her. Through and through. Andrea Dietrich December 4, 2025 at 8:05 AM Haha the hats was metaphorical but I worried it would be taken literally. How cute your wife wears hats!

Howard Kerr December 3, 2025 at 11:55 PM Very best to you, Andrea, with this wry perspective on your personality and your life in general terms. Your rhyme poem has frankness at its core. Thanks for your recent slant on one of my works Howard Andrea Dietrich December 4, 2025 at 8:06 AM Thanks, Howard

Victor Buhagiar December 3, 2025 at 10:36 PM The horn of the unicorn is delicious. Great poem as usual. Andrea Dietrich December 4, 2025 at 8:06 AM Thanks. Hope you don't eat unicorn horns. Heehee

Paige Hind December 3, 2025 at 9:51 PM This is cute and interesting!! <3 Andrea Dietrich December 4, 2025 at 8:07 AM Thanks, Paige

Valsa George December 3, 2025 at 9:46 PM Once we were all in our prime. But now, just like you feel, I can only sense the fleeing of time and the waning of energy. Yet, all is not over. Let us hope for the best. You have approached the subject from a novel angle. All the best, Andrea. Andrea Dietrich December 4, 2025 at 8:07 AM Thanks, Valea

William Kelii Kekaula December 3, 2025 at 3:43 PM Once in your prime, feeling time flee, many dreams held for the world to see. A young adult back then, filled with possibilities. Now you keep writing how the years fly by, since that September morn ’neath the sky. Multi-colored hats, worn, like a unicorn you lie. Your journey’s unique, vibrant, stylish scope; time may be fleeting, but still, there’s hope. In rhyme, your life flows, giving feelings a slope.

Frank Sheehan December 3, 2025 at 2:42 PM Great piece. It captures the essence. Wonderful rhymes. Enjoyed immensely. Andrea Dietrich December 4, 2025 at 8:08 AM Thanks, Frank