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Will I Be Left

Will I be left here? My heart beats with fear, my nerves and sweat smear. Does he look at me, should I look to see? No, then hope might fade. I want plans I made to stay as dreams bade. This process is rude, hurts one’s attitude, shows no latitude … Has he eyed me yet? Man, my palms are wet. Wish I were all set. Please let dreams befall - Choose me for dodgeball.

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Hiba Junaid

Date: 4/2/2025 12:03:00 AM

Hiya there, this poem is so fun!! I truly did think it was a relatable piece about how crushes make one nervous; I was with you on that journey! But the dodgeball was a very pleasant surprise. Cleverly executed, and slick with it too. Pray tell if you were selected or not, hehe. Although, whichever way it went, you got a cool poem out of it nonetheless. Loving you, Hiba.

Gordon Mcconnell

Date: 2/21/2025 5:49:00 AM

Love this cute this piece CayCay, with nice rhyme and flow with good expression too. Blessings,Gordon

Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 2/14/2025 9:15:00 PM

This cute poem and its unexpected ending, was very enjoyable to read, CayCay! The poem had me hoping she'd be chosen, too.

John Read

Date: 2/14/2025 8:19:00 AM

Hi CayCay, I'm sure he'll choose you rather than dodgeball lol,enjoyed reading your poem the last line made me smile. xx

Arthur Vaso

Date: 2/14/2025 12:10:00 AM

Well you made me laugh, romance and comedy!

Gershon Wolf

Date: 2/13/2025 8:28:00 PM

Ha, ha, CayCay... Dodgeball, eh? OK: Red Rover, Red Rover, please come over... Enjoyed the twist at the end! ... Keep smiling, Gershon

Eve Roper

Date: 2/13/2025 8:19:00 PM

A child of heart we will always be no matter how old we are. A game of dodgeball would be fun. Enjoyed how this poem made me feel. A child wanting to be picked for a team and not be disappointed.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 2/13/2025 4:17:00 PM

Oh what a delightful twist on this one. So cute and clever , my sweet creative friend

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 2/13/2025 10:41:00 AM

Last line hit the jack pot, my friend. A lovely poem.

Paige Hind

Date: 2/13/2025 9:44:00 AM

Powerful poem of shaky love - enjoyed reading

Phyllis Babcock

Date: 2/13/2025 8:55:00 AM

You had me until the last on this poem. Brought a smile because in younger years waiting to picked for baseball or some other sport. We would wait with fear and hope we were not picked last. Wonderful write. love phyl

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 2/13/2025 7:58:00 AM

Dear CayCay, So full of the tension that comes with waiting and wondering, yes, a delicate dance of hope and fear. I love the humor in it; it makes the anxiety feel a little lighter. I love how you captured a very human moment of vulnerability and the weird way our minds work when we’re unsure about something. Really fun and relatable! Winter Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh

Date: 2/13/2025 5:46:00 AM

The lines ,words are so natural and crafted that they seem spoken before me .

Jan Terry

Date: 2/12/2025 6:49:00 PM

CayCay, I love it especially that last line. I, of course, thought you were looking for romance so got a good laugh at the end. I think a lot of us felt like that when it came to picking teams. LOL. Hugs, Jan.

CayCay Jennings
Date: 2/12/2025 7:19:00 PM

I wanted to know if the reader would think romance all the way until the end, and you gave me the answer. How Cool Is That? Thank you, Jan, I appreciate you ... CayCay