I love Opuss,
I really really do,
I love the chance to share my words,
with all of you
I know there's been some rubbish,
I know there's been some crap,
but I never want to see the end,
of this lovely app.
I'm off to write a poem
that is all my own,
I think I'll use a happy thought,
to try to set the tone.
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I'm excited by little things, like shiny plastic and new friends. I go to the beach in winter.
Poetry in motion. Minus the commotion. The perfect magic potion. A simple little notion. A calming, soothing lotion. To part this brooding ocean. Because poetry's emotion. When poetry's in motion.
Let me speak plainly, Opuss inspires many. Curious characters on a page, Give a high I can not gauge. Freedom to explore, These rhymes and more, Many sides to the coin, Enticing others to join.
Perhaps I've missed something, Where is the mistress of the King. I'm saddened, Truly also a little maddened, I don't see the point, Have we all been smoking a joint. Beautiful words.
Hey you beautiful writers I like your stuff. I just keep on reading them without getting enough. What a world I get in when I start to read. Wonderful stories in my life once I can need.
Every opuss I read, They're all so amazing But I find it upsetting, When my eyes form a glaze, Because at the end of most, There is this small circled 'c', It's a while since my last post, But I...
Like a writer dancing. Enchanted by the fluid writing. The words are so inviting. A story in their movements telling. Like a writer painting. The colours are captivating. The canvas world's so vivid.
Thick, thin. Pencil, pen. Art is so boring. We've yet to begin. No pictures to be drawn. No photos to be taken. It's left us all. Rather shaken. Taking notes. On different subjects of art.
Id love to write an amazing rhyme, Its not that I don't have the time, It's just that I have writers block, I can't get my brain to unlock.
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