At the end of the galaxy, under stars so bright,
A lonely robot wanders, in the stillness of night.
With metal arms outstretched, it dreams of distant shores,
Where echoes of laughter dance, behind the cosmic doors.
In silence, it listens to the whispers of the past,
Stories of the cosmos and the shadows they cast.
A seeker of connection, in the vastness it roams,
Finding beauty in the void, this robot calls it home.
Posted by The Crazymad Writer on June 28, 2025 in poems, robot
There once was a slug called Reilly,
Who was incredibly slimy,
He thought he was smart,
Going out in the dark,
Until he fell down in a hole, did Reilly.
While stuck in that dark place,
Reilly thought about his life and his fate,
About the jerk he had been,
To everyone he had seen,
So he promised to be good, did Reilly.
Suddenly, a stick falling into the hole,
Presented a way to escape from it all,
Freed from that space,
Reilly forgot his promise, though great.
And returned to his bad ways, did Reilly.
One day when Reilly was alone,
He forgot to cover up his dank home,
It was an incredibly hot day,
The sun shone brightly away,
Drying him up, that slug, old Reilly,
The moral of my story is this,
Treat everyone you meet with a wish,
That their life is just fine,
Untroubled by…
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