money to retire
Superannuation
But you can't buy time
*
Above and beyond
Supererogatory
But not credited
*
Quicker than usual
Superinstantaneous
But undervalued
*
Lording over others
Superiority
But better, you're not
*
Like flies to dog shit
Superirresistible
But not always good
*
Better and faster
Superphenomenal
But lacks empathy
*
Easily worried
Supersensitivity
but with a good heart
*
Hard to put trust in
Superunbelievable
But worth it, when pure
*
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So yeah, another haiku-diversion from my WIP folder. I did get one of my WIPs out last night. But yes.
This is fairly self-explanatory. An octo-haiku made around the eight 7-syllable words beginning with super-.
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I'm Paul, a poet, and writer from Glasgow. After 12 years of writing solely for others, it's time to start writing for myself.
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The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was me, but there was something warped, and that was not me. I narrow my eyes and peer into the narrowing eyes of my deformed reflection. I was off, and while I could see it in my reflection, no one else could see it. At least no one acknowledges it. Getting out of bed has become a chore. A chore I hate. After fifteen to twenty minutes of lying awake, staring at the ceiling and wishing I hadn't woken up, I finally shift to the side of the bed, legs dangling down the four foot high drop to the floor.
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How, in the name of everything that's holy, do you come up with brilliant ideas like this? You blew my mind!
This is great. Wordy, but not a lot of words. Very well done.
You keep impressing me with these poems and the ideas that they come from 😅 You have a great mind! Love this stuff!
How? Teach me, hahahahahaha. Great poem. Inspirational. Brilliantly written, my friend. 🥰
A good poem with a good heart.
Ahh, the word nerd in me just loved this. Le sigh. Also, I was anticipating an octopus somewhere in this based on the title, no idea why, but there wasn't one, lol!!! Fabulous work!!
wow such super contrasting comparisons tres bien buddy, ❤️