Cutiepie poems on Hello Poetry

KILLME Jan 2014

you sarcastic, short, cutiepie
when I say this I do not lie
I love ya more then stars in the the sky
or money spent so Hib can get high
all I have to say now is goodbye

Patricia Policarpio Jun 2017

sweetness comes in small packages

The small gestures of patting my head and shuffling my hair

The small touch when we do high fives as a sign of greeting

The small bonding times when we watch your favorite noon time show and laugh together

The small and random compliments that you say like how I am pretty because I look like you

The small and really corny jokes that you tell but I still laugh at them

The small pranks of copying what I do and say like how kids do

The small act of noticing really subtle changes in me on how I got fatter or have a fairer complexion

The small reminders if I brought my umbrella and to take care as I went to school

The small talks when you ask "how are you?" everytime I got home from school

The small acts of waking me up in the morning and cooking my food

The small things like still calling me "cutiepie" and "Patskie" even I'm already turning 20

The small acts
that shows your great love
The small things
but are the sweetest ones
You are the man with few words
But you never fail to show
your abundant love
In small gestures,
in small acts,
in small things
And for me it contributes the biggest on how proud I am
of the greatest dad I have

Happy Father's Day!
reposted. (changed the title haha)
June 18, 2017

#dad #tatay #father

Paola M Apr 2014

olive you.

somedays i wonder how you're doing without me
wonder if you're still sleeping with your weird orange
pumpkin and pretending it's me pressed up against
your chest,
wonder if you ever look at your phone around midnight
and remember the last time that we talked.
you told me a corny joke, because you always knew i loved them.
you brought the sunshine around at 6am when
my air conditioner was loud enough to muffle our voices
and if someone had pressed their ear against the door
they would've heard us saying
"olive you, olive you more, olive you more than more, olive you most.
olive you mostest toastest."
and that was it.
the last night that we ever talked as lovers,
because the next day you laid your hands against her cheek,
and your fingerprints memorized the outline of her body
and forgot the coldness of mine.
some nights i can still hear the echos
of your ringtone,
i can still feel the ghosts of your kisses send
shivers down my spine.
but i'll be okay, cutiepie.
i'll be just fine.
i'm learning that happiness comes without you,
i'll be alright.

Ryan Dec 2024

harmonica tears

there's a bucket in the corner
where all my love is stored
drawn down blinds
reveal the times
i screamed
and cut the cord

harmonica tears
metal burns
when you're near

cold and calculating
the tide goes out
the audience recedes
to leave their seats
facing away

by the time
the bucket
boils over
you're caught
caught in a wave

it's me
standing
shivering
on
the stage

your mother called last night
saying
"sweetie, please come home"

"the walls are caving in
but the corners,
they've only grown"

call your friend
don't talk to me
keep it quiet
it's so loud
so loud
honey, keep it down
baby, shut your mouth
in here it's so so loud
and i'm trying
so hard
to sleep

dollface aren't you drowning
cutiepie cut your shouting
i can't
get no
no peace

nurse says im gonna flatline
heart humming to the bell chimes
can't see the vertices
and i ain't
ain't got no time

empty room swimming sideways

harmonica waterlogged in
chords collapsing on a tailfin
won't even
can't even
blow it a kiss
and even if it could reach
even if i could speak
would i ever
ever be missed

Henrique Sanchez Jun 19

Diets are for the weak

i'm a beautiful sculpture of a cutiepie
hunk of a powerful figure of a man
carved of mcvegans, french fries,
asahi beers, kinder maxis, ciabatta
sandwiches, popcorn, lemon-flavoured
pepsi max, macadamias and pistachios
green and red wine, occasional carlsberg
(folköl), aglio e oglio, snickers bars,
salted lays, bashmati rice,
and cheap frozen pizzas from Willys
bought ten minutes before closing time

2025, Liminality

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