A poets peace.
A voice from the dark called out, 'The poets must give us imagination of peace, to oust the intense, familiar imagination of disaster. Peace, not only the absence of war.' But peace, like a poem, is not there ahead of itself, can't be imagined...
Poet's Memoirs: Skyclad
On a shadowed night, such as this, I sometimes like to reminisce, And think of all the things I've said, What words I've wrote, what thoughts I've lead. I like to think I'll make my mark, I'd like to come out of the dark, But while these words...
The Dictators We Call Poets
Tyrants of paper, We crack the whip that is our quill upon words' backs. We command them to become Beautiful, to show our pride.
Foxing
._ [alan seeger](https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/alan-seeger) -- [i have rendezvous with death](https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45077/i-have-a-rendezvous-with-death)
The Artful Poet
poets never write, for they are artists. strokes from paintbrush made of feathers cast we. canvases begin to fill, the paint words. at completion, poets covet beauty. art they make forever makes them great lords.
A Fated Reality-Prologue
He said like a true poet. "spoken like a true poet." i sleepily say. i begin to sleep, only for a few moments later to feel that he got in bed behind me.
A Poet's Purpose - short poem
A poet must translate each moment, from the purest of thoughts and feelings, into tangible words. vocabulary is a poet's expression. emotion is the poet's palette. with these a poet creates the words you read. written by: fane star
The Passionate Alpha to His Mate
It's said that in order to become a great writer, one must first try to mimic the works of other authors/poets so as to gain an understanding of how the medium works. i wrote this poem as both tribute and practice to this famous piece.
The Poet Monk
An alkussian poet monk, specifically, because poet monks kept their skills sharp by narrating their every experience as though reciting an epic poem.
November
The lonely poet was mesmerized. here he witnessed how autumn escaped from the ominous tide of wintertime. soon the land would rest beneath a blanket of white. but not yet.
The Promise
I am not a poet by any means, but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy it. hold my paw and walk with me, down the street and by the sea. look into my eyes and set my heart aflame, and i promise that i'll do the same.
If Only You'd Wanted Me Back
Only the best poets and writers." he nodded slowly, his eyes still fixed on the fire. "that's how you build an academic reputation."
Damned Poet
You went thru hell to get above, guided by the light of a poet in nature, to reunite with beatrice, your love, and to face the might of our creator.