
This is an ongoing collection of poetry. Each poem is told from the perspective of a Pokémon. The goal is to personify these fictional creatures in a way humans can relate.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Spiritual/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 8 - Words: 949 - Reviews: 3 - Updated: 05-02-13 - Published: 02-03-13 - id: 3097904
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Woes of a Wooper
When I swim in a race
I always lose.
I am a weakling
no trainer would choose.
I look at the sky
and I wonder a lot
Will I ever swim better?
Probably not...
Then I see a shadow.
Someone I admire.
I get a big hug
from my friend Quagsire.
I am different than others.
A weird shade of pink.
Quagsire tells me
"It's not so bad I think.
You are weak yes,
but you have a bright glow.
And no matter what
you are always my bro."
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