Lucy's Poems is a book created and owned by Lucy.
It is as the title suggests, where Lucy writes and keeps her poems. It is unknown how much of it is filled up.
List of poems
"Inside the wall, I choose to be alone.
If I ever get stuck, please listen for my moan."
"Bobby, I thought you were a stalker.
When you left brownies in my locker.
"Failure. It is not an option, yet it's something you choose.
The man with the plan is destined to lose."
"Failure. You know there is no one else to blame.
For the choices you make are always the same."
"Failure. It's all your fault, this streak of bad luck.
No escape from this cycle in which you are stuck."
Lincoln: " Lucy: dark as night, hair like tar.
Take your spooky self to the car."
Lincoln: "Space: deep, black, endless, like my heart.
Space, mine invaded. Torn apart."
Lola (as Lucy): "Pop-Pop.
(adapted into a song) "Plastic bag blowing in the gutter.
Lost and alone like toast without butter."
Haiku: "Empty, lonely, dark.
The universe is weeping.
I have no tissues."
"Hugh. Wavy hair, mysterious eyes.
Pretty cool, for a living guy.
"Dinner. The same seven meals; how do you cope?
The only plan is to give up hope.
"Dinner. Goulash again? That's a nope.
A bite of pizza; it tastes like hope.
"Melancholy night before a hopeless dawn. The sun is rising soon, but all my joy is gone."
"Mean little blonde, you throw stones and sticks. But what would you know? You're only six."
"The end is near, give up all hope."
"Warm eyes and anchor tattoo, blends his food, no need to chew, orange suspenders, he's got style, he'll lift your soul with just a smile."
"Dreams burnt to ash, hope tangled like laces, till love swept in, with puns and funny faces. Where my path will lead, I can't be sure, but if ever I'm lost, I'll look up to her."
"Appetizers have been vanquished, the meal has come to pass, dessert is on the horizon, yet this space remains so vast. Where once sat a warm body, now there is only cold wood, all that remains is a lock of blonde hair, a reminder of what was once good."
"My love is like water. Bursting forth. Like a dam breaking. All control lost. Water rushing, churning, turning landscape to mud. Time runs out. Water. I feel the impending doom. My love."
"Melancholy night before a hopeless dawn. The sun is rising soon and you're the greatest mom."
Lucy Loud's Family Poems
"Man with a plan. Hair like a ghost.
Inseparable from Clyde like butter and toast.
Together, their missions often get foiled,
But through each hurdle, they persist and toil.
Still, his favorite activity, Mondays through Sundays,
Is reading comics alone in his undies. Lincoln."
"She'd rather carry a tune than carry a coffin,
And speaks in song lyrics every so often.
My sister Luna, a musical muse,
Who jams any genre: pop, rock, or blues.
I prefer rocking by digging a grave,
But when it's showtime, Luna dives for the stage.
If I had to share my favourite moment,
It was the time we teamed up and we sure owned it. Luna.
"Lighting-fast texter, glued to her phone.
It all costs Lori no signal zones.
Her boo-boo bear Bobby; he loves to see her,
Except when he's stuck in the mercado freezer."
"Pondering, wandering, lost in thought. Runway walks down every hall.
She's there for you unless at the mall. Leni."
"Punchlines, pies to the face.
Funny means business in this sister's case.
Constant puns, a single wheel.
Watch out for that banana peel! Luan."
"Nimble dribble. Sideline kick.
Meatball sub. Hockey stick. Lynn."
"Science on the brain, but our family objects.
We're your siblings, not test subjects!
The concoctions she creates, those loud booms and bangs,
Her indoor explosions always wake up Fangs. Lisa.
Long pink gown.
Her tea parties are the nicest of nice,
But if you plan to cross her, you'd better think twice. Lola."
"Dog bowl empty, her tummy full.
If you ask her why, she'll give you a mouthful.
Lover of the plunger. Expert engine fixer.
Her friends are the messy, mud her elixir. Lana."
"One big tooth. Tuft of hair.
A heavy-duty diaper is all she wears.
Learning to speak. Not yet in school.
When it's nap time, waterfall drool."
- Hark! A smell so thick. Lily needs a diaper change. Thus, I call "not it".
- Roses are red, cats are black. Blood can make a delicious snack.