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Sleek strands of sadness, soon severed and shorn; Solace sought in scissors, slicing and scorned. Sublime sorrow, set sorrowfully still; Stoic heart to surre
by blindot 4y ago
Sleek strands of sadness, soon severed and shorn;
Solace sought in scissors, slicing and scorned.
Sublime sorrow, set sorrowfully still;
Stoic heart to surrender, so swiftly and shrill.
Secrets spilled in soft, sorrowful swish
Sorrowful sounds, soon silenced with snip.
- mgraczyk 4y agoDamn that's bad poetry
- chpatrick 4y agoSir, your dog can compose poetry! Yes, but not very well.
- EZ-Cheeze 4y agoCompose a poem — a poem about a haircut! But lofty, noble, tragic, timeless, full of love, treachery, retribution, quiet heroism in the face of certain doom! Six lines, cleverly rhymed, and every line beginning with the letter S! She stands so still beneath the sheers, Snipped locks that once clung to her ears. Solemnly she stares in the glass, Shorn hair reveals her past, alas. Sorrowful the secret she bears, Still the new style she proudly wears. it's good, first run after i relaxed from "each word" to "each line" this is awesome, thanks openai
- Terretta 4y agoOh, that's Byron, "When we two parted" Sleek strands of sadness, soon severed and shorn; Solace sought in scissors, slicing and scorned... When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years...