The Red Tiger Chapters 1-2
As i'm about ready to walk out the door he gives me a quick wave with a grey paw, he's about my fathers age so mid forties, great guy and a hell of a poet if you ask me.
Dear Philip
What a poet! and he certainly put you in your place!" exclaimed benera, with a slight smirk on her muzzle. "ah, and now dear philip takes the floor. i see now why you have such a fervor for his company.
Into The Abyss
"sometimes, mano," eli had told her, "i like to think that jesus, buddha, the whole lot of them, were just poets, atheists, and activists, just like i am," she'd added.
Sons of winter chapter 7: WhiteSpine Ravine
_i am no storyteller, to entertain you with imaginative anecdotes; no philosopher to intrigue you with thought provoking questions, nor a poet to delight you with haunting rhymes and rhythm._ for his innate dislike of art, aleks eerily craved to be better
Spray Part 1
Sanskrit was the language of hindu scholars and poets alike. and so i wrote my poetry in this archaic language, reminiscent of the scholars of old.
Amphorae
This is what writers, poets, graphic artists, musicians, and other creators do. that whole "where do you get your ideas from" thing is always something like this: listening, sniffing, wondering, bringing about, from within or without.
[Commission] Gutpunch - the story of the gnoll who got punched in the gut
You see, most orc poets strive to strike a balance between technique and content. i personally believe this comes from our heritage as warriors.
The Trump Haters Poem
Donald Trump Takes a dump He's a grump And a chump Needs a thump and a bump We wont jump for Donald Trump
Paint the Town Red - Chapter 1
"in the long run, i'd really like to be a published poet. but it seems that poetry is a dying art these days..." "why is that?"
Coons and Theft 8 (Final)
Garrison, the poet of wonder, could only keep silent as rei registered one thing, he was alive. garrison was holding his hand tightly, which made rei smile and return the squeeze. "morning, sunshine."
Thoughts Behind the Scales
I'm more at home in a fight than he is, but that poor man is poet in a knight's suit of armor. he knows the way of the sword, but i'm convinced he just sees it as another art form. he's not reckless.
Walking the Elven Path
To her surprise, a snowy owl floated above the haunted waves, singing as though a poet of the ancients with its piercing cries. yet, to her, its calls sounded of warnings of long-ago, of ruin and coming floods.