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Wish I had a cat
then I'd get many more likes-
a dog would do too

#Senryu #Micropoetry #Poetry #PoetsOfBlueSky #BlueSkyPoets #HumourPoetry #MetaPoetry #SocialMediaLife #vss365 #satire
#cat #dog

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Wish I had a cat
then I'd get many more likes-
a dog would do too

#Senryu #Micropoetry #Poetry #PoetsOfBlueSky #BlueSkyPoets #HumourPoetry #MetaPoetry #SocialMediaLife #vss365 #satire

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"Self Aware"

In the grand design,
This life has been pretty good:
Lousy poetry!

#whistpr #Prompt #Design #Senryu #Haiku #Poetry #Micropoetry #HumorPoetry #MetaPoetry #LightVerse

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I feel some #metapoetry coming over me:

There was a young lady from #Limerick
Who thought she would show off her party trick,
But she picked a bad time
To bust out a rhyme
And got clocked in the head with a hockey stick.

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Bird's-eye view of a galaxy
Some words on a screen
Guiding light of imagery
Beauty in the scene
Telling not showing me
Cuz I can't write poetry
#poem #metapoetry

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"Metapoetry of aging"

wrinkles remember
the verses left unsaid,
stitching my face
with faded rhymes
in syllables worn thin.

time is a dog
sleeping on old bones,
licking at fear—
but it never growls at death,
lets it slip in quiet.

and I, once a voice,
am now the echo
of an aging poem,
where ink dissolves
and meaning drifts away.
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"Metapoesia do envelhecer"

as rugas sabem
os versos que não disse,
bordam-me a face
com rimas esquecidas
em sílabas gastas.

o tempo é um cão
que dorme sobre os ossos
e lambe o medo,
mas nunca rosna à morte,
deixa-a entrar mansa.

e eu, que era voz,
sou agora o eco
de um poema velho,
onde a tinta esbate
e o sentido foge.

#poesia #poema #envelhecer #metapoesia
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pedroperes.wordpress.com/

"Metapoetry of aging" wrinkles remember the verses left unsaid, stitching my face with faded rhymes in syllables worn thin. time is a dog sleeping on old bones, licking at fear— but it never growls at death, lets it slip in quiet. and I, once a voice, am now the echo of an aging poem, where ink dissolves and meaning drifts away. __________________ "Metapoesia do envelhecer" as rugas sabem os versos que não disse, bordam-me a face com rimas esquecidas em sílabas gastas. o tempo é um cão que dorme sobre os ossos e lambe o medo, mas nunca rosna à morte, deixa-a entrar mansa. e eu, que era voz, sou agora o eco de um poema velho, onde a tinta esbate e o sentido foge. #poesia #poema #envelhecer #metapoesia __________________ © 2025 Ponto•de•Luz pedroperes.wordpress.com/

Metapoetry of aging

wrinkles remember
the verses left unsaid,
stitching my face
with faded rhymes
in syllables worn thin.

time is a dog
sleeping on old bones,
licking at fear—
but it never growls at death,
lets it slip in quiet.
(...)

#poetry #poem #aging #metapoetry

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