She was graceful sitting there.
At home exquisite in her exotic decor.
Peacefully listening to bluesy favourites.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
My sky is so blue
Perfectly painted white clouds
How could this world end?
the shell softly cracks to spoon
letting steam twirl up
yellow yolk gleams like sunrise
firm fluid just gelled-
yet when whites still weep
its yucky
gunk
It sure was grand I must admit
I'll always think the perfect fit
Was Bluebird and the Troubadour
Tracing fingers, red guitar
Penny, Phil
Brooke and John
Anne and Gilbert
Elsa, Tom
A fire and a big snowstorm
A cozy cabin nice and warm
Paris, France and Veuve Clicquot
And someday maybe, Dos, Uno
When I’m with you, I’d do anything,
For you make me feel like a complete man.
In happiness or sorrow, I’ll always strive,
Even if it means risking my life, to thrive.
My love for you knows no bounds—
This feeling is new, it astounds.
I won’t turn back; I’m committed to stay,
You make me want to go all the way.
You make me feel wild, like a playful fool,
Be it in bed or by a sparkling pool.
You bring tears to my eyes, in the best way—
A joy so profound, it brightens each day.
With you, I find comfort like never before,
You inspire me to sing—my heart does soar.
Perhaps one day, a diamond ring may gleam,
But for now, I’ll cherish each shared dream.
Through thick and thin, in warmth or cold,
Your body, a masterpiece, more precious than gold.
There’ll be moments of sadness, that’s true—
But I’ll treasure every memory, for they’re with you.
You’re truly unique, always on my mind—
Your caring nature and kindness, I find.
No one is flawless, that’s understood,
But with you, the imperfections are so good.
the flaws you see when you look in the mirror
are not visible to the world
stop judging yourself so harshly
stop diminishing your self worth
you are not the sum total of all your failures
nor those missed opportunities in life
you are a child of the Heavenly King
and a sibling to the Lord Jesus the Christ
you are a unique creation of God
individually and perfectly formed
and any slight dents you believe you have
can't stop you from being resilient and strong
they only give more character
and a purpose to manifest
they only add to your life's experience
and propel you to do your best
you are perfectly formed
see yourself as God sees you
and as your loved one's view you as well
for you are an awesome outcome of a life well lived
just go forward and continue to excel
That feelings of mind and soul
That shining feel before happenings...
Measures everything like measuring scale..
As human feelings can hurt or make happy
Nature depending on that guy;
Still can't confirmed
That real feelings of one...
Necessity has come to know that
How are feelings made
Feelings like happy,sad, emotion, angry, attitude,thinkable, inert and overall....
Different feelings, always exists like that
But must be in one's inner heart..
Before happenings feelings the one
To show the path how to react..
Object is same but feels on that is always divergent and that's necessary too...
Otherwise been the same everything
Like faces differ, so the inner feel must too be--------
Perfect feeling make perfect era
Consuming everything in right mood..
So, feeling less means no emotion
That extra gift from God for everybody,
Make some personally weak or strong
That feel after getting new info.
Feelings the owner of own.
Bhayalina Baishya
Saturn’s tale is one of pain and ease,
In the vast expanse of endless space.
Where darkness hums and stars softly gleam,
A story unfolds like a celestial dream.
Its beloved moon, once dancing in grace,
Turned cruel and struck its gentle surface.
Through the quiet night, Saturn bore the strife,
Moon's fragments drift and wane, as its assault claimed its life.
Echoes of love turned to lingering pain,
Yet within the scar, beauty remains.
From the wounds, a unique splendor grew,
The moon’s betrayal forged rings anew.
Could Saturn’s tale be merely its own?
Or a reflection of our life’s trials, beautifully shown?
Just as Saturn's ruins hold a divine allure, our own flaws reveal a beauty pure.
Like Saturn’s perfect ruins of divinity,
the flaws we own are our greatest beauty.
Perfectly
Perfectly is
jelly-like.
Perfectly poetic is what I propose to be
Predictable perceptions for all the world to see
Posthumously parodied a name on all your lips
Profanity prolific like sailors on the ships
Premeditated problems fixed with ire and humour
Predilected preferences are true and not a rumour
Prospective prosperity in spirit not in money
Perfection personified for rhymes that can be funny
I plead insanity.
By now I should have learned.
Happiness is not for me.
I'm here to get burned.
It's so melodic.
My heart drums a sullen beat.
A tempo so despotic.
Victory song of self defeat.
I'm Insufferable.
Thus should suffer being weak.
Designed irreparable.
Another fix is all I seek.
It's narcotic.
Now it wears my skin.
Discordant harmonic.
Bound to kill me from within.
I fill the interim.
Like a space that isn't there.
Shows my delirium.
You're not here because you care.
I gave too much.
Despite being empty.
Life goes as such.
Live to thrive on the futility.
"Not For Contest, Just For Fun"
I hear
nine is not
no, never, ever
prime cause nine's sweet root is three
but true prime numbers are perfectly divine
Pepper the pink and red poodle with her nose in the air
Walked down the runway without a concern or care
She knew the peons were watching her swag
But barely gave them even the hint of a wag
These dogs are beneath me, I am the great one, she thought
Pepper the Perfect did what she needed, did what she ought
She marched down that runway in an elegant way.
Not caring about the mongrels who were watching that day
Her reds and her pinks were made by famous fashion designer Glee.
He only designed for a few actresses and film stars as important as she.
Pepper had given him his start, and she did this as a favor to him.
He had asked her to smile, but that would have cost extra with vim.
Frankly, he was a man
Though not very tall,
His voice made him seem
Very big to us all ...
He could be an actor
He could even dance,
With a photogenic smile
And a dapper stance
Gentle and sweet
Known for his eyes,
Donning a fedora
With suits and ties
He was generous ...
If you needed something,
Gave you his all ...
Even when he'd sing
The lonesome road
Didn't always go his way,
With twists and turns
That's life, he'd say ...
I wonder if it's just me
The epitome of inadequacy
So dependent and incapable
Of doing just the ordinary
What is to everyone mundane
Skills ever so easy to attain
Seem to me wholly hearculean
While to be perfectly okay, i feign
Every fibre within me aches
As each task demands multiple takes
Driving me to a desolate corner
Where I repeat the same mistakes
I wish my anxious heart would just calm
And sing perhaps, a soothing psalm
But i can sense this newfound fear
Ebbing away all my prior charm.
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