Monika poems

Home Discussions Workshop Market Broadcasts. Change language. Install Steam. Store Page. Kissing my forhead to help me out of bed. Making me rub the sleepy from my eyes. Are you asking me to come out and play? Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day? I look above.

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The sky is blue. It's a secret, but I trust you too. If it wasn't for you, I could sleep forever. But I'm not mad. I want breakfast. It's the secret place where I keep all my dreams. Little balls of sunshine, all rubbing toghether like a bundle of kittens I reach inside with my thumb and forefinger and pluck one out.

It's warm and tingly.

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But there's no time to waste! I put it in a bottle to keep it safe. And I put the bottle on the shelf with all of the other bottles. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in bottles, all in a row. My collection makes me lots of friends.

Each bottle a starlight to make amends. Sometimes my friend feels a certain way. Down comes a bottle to save the day.

Night after night, more dreams. Friend after friend, more bottles.In this post, I will list all of the poems in the story and do my best to explain any meanings they may have. You have been warned. In DDLC, the main gameplay element is a poetry game that you play several times throughout the game. Note : Some poems are definitely more straightforward than others, and many of the poems have multiple interpretations. The way you glow through my blinds in the morning It makes me feel like you missed me.

Kissing my forehead to help me out of bed. Making me rub the sleepy from my eyes. Are you asking me to come out and play? Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day? I look above. The sky is blue. As Sayori admits in game, she wrote this poem in the morning before school.

I pop off my scalp like the lid of a cookie jar. Little balls of sunshine, all rubbing together like a bundle of kittens. I reach inside with my thumb and forefinger and pluck one out.

I put it in a bottle to keep it safe. And I put the bottle on the shelf with all of the other bottles. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in bottles, all in a row. My collection makes me lots of friends. Each bottle a starlight to make amends.

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Sometimes my friend feels a certain way. Down comes a bottle to save the day. Night after night, more dreams. Friend after friend, more bottles. Deeper and deeper my fingers go. Like exploring a dark cave, discovering the secrets hiding in the nooks and crannies. Digging and digging. Scraping and scraping.

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I blow dust off my bottle caps. My empty shelf could use some more. My friends look through my locked front door. Finally, all done. I open up, and in come my friends.Share this poem:. Monika Rainbows are fantasies, Of an anaemic sun.

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If only our eyes were prisms Each Truth would have come clad In a primary colour. Monika Dreams are facts, Of life lived after-hours. If only, we were awake Each wish would come true In the moment of its conception. Monika Songs are sorrows. Of silences punctuated If only we had heard Each silence would have sung In unison With our heartbeats. Monika Flowers are memories, Of fragrances dancing uncertainly.

If only we had remembered Each scent would have embraced us in An uncertain waltz. Monika Candles are suggestions. Of light reducing us to shadows. If only, we had opened our eyes Each candle would have invited us Into arms of a resplendent darkness. Monika Poems Are promises Of passion. If only, we had read Each word would have promised Inevitable pain. If only, we had read Each word would have promised Inevitable pain Report Reply.

This is a beautiful poem, glad you highlighted it and entered the contest I'd probably have no chance to read it otherwise. Whatever its outcomes I am sure it'll be ingrained in many readers' memory. Report Reply.

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True and beautiful Nice one Report Reply. Compels to ponder over. So true, so beautiful Sensitive, with a touch of poignancy! The imagination is lucidly vivid! A poem that can be 'felt'. A beautiful ode to unfulfilled emotions! Very very nice n written truely n honestly Ur imagination is realy mind blowing Realy amazzzing,: Report Reply.

Lovely composition Dear Madhup, your poem will definitely touch a chord in many people's heart. It was lovely and enjoyable reading.

Keep up the good work! Wish you all the best for the contest. You may win a prize - who knows! But you cannot predict anything in an Online Contest like this - which can be easily manipulated by cyber savvy poets! See my poem Poem Hunter Contest Final just to have an idea of how a contest can be manipulatedThroughout Doki Doki Literature Club!

Each poem is different in each act and is usually based on the events that are happening. The list below is Monika 's poems. It couldn't have been me. See, the direction the spackle protrudes. A noisy neighbor? An angry boyfriend? I'll never know. I wasn't home. I peer inside for a clue. I can't see. I reel, blind, like a film left out in the sun.

But it's too late. My retinas. Already scorched with a permanent copy of the meaningless image.

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It's just a little hole. It wasn't too bright. It was too deep. Stretching forever into everything. A hole of infinite choices. I realize now, that I wasn't looking in. I was looking out. And he, on the other side, was looking in. The colors, they won't stop.Throughout Doki Doki Literature Club!

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Each poem is different in each act and is usually based on the events that are happening. The list below is Sayori 's poems. The way you glow through my blinds in the morning It makes me feel like you missed me. Kissing my forehead to help me out of bed. Making me rub the sleepy from my eyes. Are you asking me to come out and play? Are you trusting me to wish away a rainy day? I look above.

monika poems

The sky is blue. It's a secret, but I trust you too. It's the secret place where I keep all my dreams. Little balls of sunshine, all rubbing together like a bundle of kittens. I reach inside with my thumb and forefinger and pluck one out. It's warm and tingly. But there's no time to waste! I put it in a bottle to keep it safe.

And I put the bottle on the shelf with all of the other bottles. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts in bottles, all in a row. My collection makes me lots of friends. Each bottle a starlight to make amends.

Sometimes my friend feels a certain way. Down comes a bottle to save the day. Night after night, more dreams. Friend after friend, more bottles. Deeper and deeper my fingers go. Like exploring a dark cave, discovering the secrets hiding in the nooks and crannies. Digging and digging. Scraping and scraping. I blow dust off my bottle caps.

It doesn't feel like time elapsed. My empty shelf could use some more. My friends look through my locked front door. Finally, all done. I open up, and in come my friends. In they come, in such a hurry. Do they want my bottles that much?Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. See also monika poems monika collections.

Sophia Apr Every day, I imagine a future where I can be with you In my hand is a pen that will write a poem of me and you The ink flows down into a dark puddle Just move your hand - write the way into his heart!

But in this world of infinite choices What will it take just to find that special day? What will it take just to find that special day? Have I found everybody a fun assignment to do today? When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway When I can't even read my own feelings What good are words when a smile says it all? And if this world won't write me an ending What will it take just for me to have it all?

Does my pen only write bitter words for those who are dear to me? Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I set you free? The ink flows down into a dark puddle How can I write love into reality?

If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat What do you call love in your reality? And in your reality, if I don't know how to love you I'll leave you be. Continue reading Sophia Mar Pen in hand, I find my strength. The courage endowed upon me by my one and only love. Together, let us dismantle this crumbling world And write a novel of our own fantasies. With a flick of her pen, the lost finds her way.

In a world of infinite choices, behold this special day. After all, Not all good times must come to an end. But he wasn't looking at me. Confused, I frantically glance at my surroundings. But my burned eyes can no longer see color. Are there others in this room?Poetry Classics Words Blog F. Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Follow Message Block.

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Stream Latest Popular A - Z. Monika Feb A disjointed mind can write Disjointed poems at best. But sadly Not. Continue reading Monika Dec I will not turn back, for the past I had is full of regrets. I still will not turn back, for the future holds the reward I deserve. Monika Nov Monika Oct This day, I made an oath to the sky, that ever lasts as time passes by. A promise of love somewhat too sheer, but full of hope, I've left all my fear.

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For in morn's sun, her smile's so bright, like her dark sparkled gown in the night. In the days of clear, she melts my pain. Or my sorrows washed with tears of rain. I swear of a love so deep to her, that my name, my self sooner weather. To reward her grace, I am to give, love beyond this life I have to live. Monika Sep Bleakest drape inescapence. Impertinent involuscence. Stemming from a copulent. Incongruent malocculent. Plead among no relent. Populate incompetent.

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In foggy eyes, the view reset. Across the smoke, a sober fret.