Biographies
From behind her large incisors, she speaks with an eloquent and sophisiticated tone, constantly citing literature between lisp-ridden sentences, she is nothing short of a poet.
Lyra's Lesson
"you're a poet to?" trixie smiled.
The Shadows of Chicago
I remembered my first date with a vixen in a mall similar to one we passed, the time me and some friends compared cars in school, and the times i thought about becoming a starving poet before college.
Windows to the Soul - chap. 15-16 - by Skyfox
You should be a poet with words so beautiful. i know exactly how you feel only by what you said." storm returned her hug warmly. when they released their embrace sarah went over to the side of the river to do the same.
"Daggers of Darkness, Book 2, The Heart of Élendor": Chapter-4
"worthy of poets ours will be," she said quietly. miss ja'f'darwe smiled and lightly brushed the back of her hand across læree'ahna's cheek.
The desert
Ancient geographers and poets have conjured up thousands of metaphors to describe how huge they were. i wonder if ralph would have taken a crack at it, if he had ever seen them." "i'm sure he would have." "sure.
The Useful and the Good
"he's a poet from the aultlands, and he started writing after the harvest rising. one of his ballads has the line: _o!
At Morning [Final]
Ansha will be no more, but our world will hear her essence in the words of a thousand poets, and see it in the work of a thousand artists, long after we are gone_. nantor berdanish was waiting for me at cassalmure, when i returned.
The Beast called Nightmare Part 4
"charming, a demon who thinks he's a poet" she spat. "love your armor by the way," wishmaker laughed "but i think you would look just as good without it." "save it, dirty old man" the feline spat withdrawing her blade for another strike.
The Rising Fallen Star 3 - Charlie
"ahm a poet of the streets, music is mah paper an' mah voice is thuh ink that spatters across thuh canvas. we talkin' old school, we talkin' lost levels 'bout thuh hard-hitting truths of this ol' town."
The Riddle
"you think i am a poet now? i'm flattered." vinco bowed mockingly. "look, why are you here?"
Hurricane Kim Chapter 19
Sorry, i am no poet. no, i understand. that is in line with what the psychiatrists have told me as well. find an anchor, and never let go. so, what is it like carrying six? like carrying four, plus two.