The best thing about you is that you're my sister
My first friend, my best friend
I wouldn't want anyone else to play that role in my life
You play it perfectly
Every act, every sentence
Like you rehearsed it like such
I love being in your presence
Each moment with you is a memory I'll never forget
When we grow up, I won't see you as much
We'll go our separate ways
And probably only see eachother on holidays
But I'll always remember how our hugs used to go on forever
How we always seemed happier together
Cause when I grow up
The thing I'll miss most is you
Falling rocks like love
and friendship can go down fast
what a disaster
Saying, I'm sorry
giving out much needed hugs
crush the rocks to sand
"I AM THE PERSON I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR MY WHOLE LIFE."
I KNOW IT SUCKS NOT HAVING A SOULMATE, BUT
KNOW YOU ARE STILL "GREAT" ??
Mrs Peeck and husband Clem
provide refuge from my family home
No hugs but felt the love
had no children of their own
Afternoon tea of homemade bread
blackcurrant jam and scalded cream
Home grown fruits preserved in Fowlers jars
a meal at night, silver beet was cooked with steam
Unannounced I'd come to stay
overnight a comfy bed
Dream about old cars and bellows
found in Clems machinery shed
Next day home made lunch was packed
down the hill backto school through long blades of grass
Mrs Peeck we'd ask her age
a question that she'd always pass
Footnote: For those who are interested there is an on line recipe for scalded cream (clotted cream)
The cream I refer to was from a house cow milked by hand
Kaleidoscope kiss full of color
I reminisce about licorice lover
Your warm embrace so soft safe
Tender brown eyes deep as lake
Your heart so sweet dedicated
Setting mine free emancipated
To fly fearless free among love birds
Singing testimonies notes as words
If I never before had seen gold sun
Would think you shine upon everyone
Your smile so bright and inviting
Your style so light eclectic exciting
The way you communicate speak
Is refreshingly red like poetry
I study your body’s language too
For you’re a book of magical moves
Your hazel hugs deeply loved
And of course teal tender touch
Falling from tall tree of ecstasy
Where you’re the trunk I’m leaf
Wind chimes sing of our rufous romance
Through seasons we continue to dance
Never afraid of the day death parts
Immortal we are in love and hearts
I rest better
knowing he was here
and that he’ll come back
you know how a puppy jumps
for joy at reunion with its master?
Though he is not my master,
that’s me,
waiting at the door
all senses armed
ready to explode with joy.
Wanting the moment
when he walks through the door
smiles, and hugs me
like he wants to squeeze me flat.
“Do you think about me as much as I think about you?”
He asked, loosening his hold so I could breathe.
“Probably not,” I lied.
“Savageery,” he said, chuckling.
.
.
A Song for this:
I Can't Help Loving That Man by Björk
She moves like a smoky shadow
Ebony eyes with eclectic stare
Not knowing softness heart shallow
Rating hugs dismissing kisses shared
Youth was never an amber advantage
Understand she was taken for granted
Time to go to bed.
Give mom & dad your hugs and kisses.
Tomorrow promises full of surprises.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Flowers with love hearts from you dear,
with a card and candy to cheer.
Thank You for all you had to say.
I need hugs and kisses for me,
sitting with cookies and hot tea.
You so far away.
My life feels like an undetached magnet.
I do run, yet I recoil and reset.
It's like addiction with no use of drugs,
Or a trap made by the users' warm hugs.
My dear Owner! Release me from this cage.
For I am sealed inside my own bondage.
Deliver me! Lift me up from this place
Of squalid magnets that do not efface.
This a poem out to praise the balanced nature of love
Love is a square square.
a balanced thing,
fair when it gives,
fair in the take.
Equal of measure,
for my sweet sake,
no condemnation,
Only praise we bring.
No imbalance
in this perfect ring.
Verse 1.
A Closed Mouth Catches No Flies
Silence is a strong shield we must learn
Some fights are not worth any bruise
to the soul
You learn this lesson much too late
After all the words explode
Cut like sharp glass so deep
Tongue is set on fire
Mouth shut tight
Wisdom
Bleeds
Verse 2
All That Glitters Ain't Gold
She wears her fake joy like golden wedding
rings
Smiles for the camera, poses for the whole
world
But when all the spotlights fail
Her shine is all on loan,you see
Truth pawned for social likes
Empty and sparkling
Diamond tears fall
Broken
Gone.
Blood is Thicker Than Wi-Fi
The family chat group full of ghosts now
Missed calls unread are just unseen hearts
They say they love you online, bruh
Real hugs require the air
And airtime is quite cheap
Love is data free
No network
If it's
Real
Entry for the MORE THAN A SOFT TOY Contest
More Than A Soft Toy
More than a toy--
This poly-cotton blend,
A plushy bear,
My bestest friend.
His name? Chuckles Beary--
And boy can he rock!
Kept his guitar
In an old woolen sock.
When I was down,
All alone with the blues,
He’d “Roll over Beethoven
and tell Tchaikovsky the news.”
Chuckles played his guitar
“just like ringing a bell.”
His hugs and music
Made everything well.
Even today, grown up
And turning gray,
I can still hear Chuckles
Tune up and say:
“Let me hear that rock and roll music,
any old way you choose it.
Got a backbeat--
you can’t lose it.”
And I’m young again
With Chuckles Beary,
When Rock and Roll was young
And the world a lot less scary
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
“Go, Johnny, go! Go!”
Miss you C.B.
As she lays tucked in her white crib,
she hugs her brown monkey.
Other animals fill her crib,
but she chooses the brown monkey.
Why one may ask?
even as a baby she has a choice to make.
As the years go by she wants her brown monkey,
for love and peace no other animal will do.
The years pass by as she grows up,
with every move her brown monkey will follow.
Now grown,
she looks at this bedraggled stuffed animal.
Her heart is filled with love for her brown monkey,
he was much more than a soft toy.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.