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Best Poems Written by Qui Bee

Below are the all-time best Qui Bee poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Ippy

My roommate, Ippy,
     I welcome you to my life,
My cherished pet.

Note: I got a bunny recently. I wanted to write something about her.

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Gym Experience

My heart aches
I am fat
It's already too late!

The workout kills
The instructor is hunky

My stomach churns
I am overweight
It is not even funny

The weights are stuck to the floor
The stretch ribbons won't stretch anymore

My jiggly parts burns

Screw this, I'm out for the door!
Let's go out and have a food war

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Flower Without Flaw

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Won't you please show me my flaws?
Beauty is not what I seek,
It's the defect that make one's weak.
I'd hate to be blinded by perfection
Such ideals I cannot thirst.
One can't gain without knowing their loss.
So mirror,
What can be worst
Than seeing only the fairest of them all?

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Fresh Start, Let It Go

What am I holding on to?
That has been making me blue?
Why can't I let go?
It was/still important, I know
But it's unrealistic to think
It will be the same
damn happy thing
always

So please let it go
before it's too late
It'll drive you mad sad crazy
because everything is (already) going pretty bad

And you can't stop time Really
Or reverse time
Or slow it down
Or pause it

All you can do now is to be strong
and grow
and please please please let it go

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I Can Be Your Fool

My love, you can dress me as a clown,
I can be your jester,
I'll certainly play your fool.

You can paint my nose red
And dress me in a polka dotted suit.

I'll hop on a pogo stick,
Juggle several fireballs,
Throw in a rubber chicken
And I'll make funny faces while I'm at it.

I can drive a tiny car,
Mime to pedestrians
And stop traffic. 

I'll do silly things all day long,
Like hang upside-down,
And walk on my palms.
I'll blow bubbles out of my ears,
Then make duckies and bunnies appear!
I can even sing you a love song.

If it'll make you giggle,
I can dance and sing
And wiggle my hips some more.

Others might say that I'm being absurd and ridiculous.
I'll tell them they don't know a thing about happiness!
It'll make you delirious and do plenty of bizarre things.

I can find more jokes to crack
And do insane magic knacks
I'll even try a daredevil's act!

For you, who'll know what I'd do!
Your laughter makes insects crawl in my belly,
Your smile makes my world change hues
And my mind mush as goo-
Like jelly.

As long you're with me, you'll never frown
'Cause I'll always be your silly
Outrageous happy clown.

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Guardian

When everything is dark and dim,
Instead of light you look for him -
To grasp his hand to guide you through
The headaches, anger, and the blues.

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Cold Feet

To love, to hope and to care -
I want to steal away all these rares,
Profiting them mine
For only me.

A needy child hungering warmth
Is stuck with cold and tiny feet.

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Bystander

I remembered those times:
whether it was rain or shine,
the sounds of isolation and gatherings
of strangers walking by.

There has never been a day I do not wonder:
How I'd end up here in the first place?
How they came to be?
What all of it meant?

The interaction of people:
The laughters, the cries -
Have never struck me deep-
ly inside enough, I suppose.

Maybe I am a narcissist?
Maybe I don't really care?
I do feel a strange numbing -
And that I bear.

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Those Lingering Stings

Those lingering stings grows depths and last.
They seep their way in - to the past
To claw out your inner soul -
Those hopes you have with dents and holes.

Note: This is an old poem I wrote when I realized
I couldn't forget the past and that it would always
be a part of me: lingering.

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For My Sake of Writing

It would not have mattered if those words made any sense,
Nor how I looked like a nervous fellow
Speaking those words aloud, writing them down
As long as those disturbing thoughts
Freed from me, escaped me, gone
So soon forgotten.

When I write poems
Or if they are poems at all,
They're for my enjoyment
Really.

Critique all you want,
They're oblivious to the eyes
Like an evening streetwalker's silhouette
Soon forgotten.

Sometimes words aren't meant to be touched
But to simply exist
To ease the pain
The writer's woe
Equal to the vomit draft
Of an angry letter
Never to be sent.

It's a mess
Really.

In writing this, This thing!
What is this, What is This?
Nevertheless it is here through the touches of the keyboard
Words that don't really make any sense
But are there
Making me more of a nervous fellow
So soon forgotten
Really.