Maelstrom
This is one of the poems that wrote itself (more so than usual), and it remains one of the most powerful poems i've written, i think. maelstrom listening close, i count the stalking steps; the echoes seem to shake the shore beneath.
Heartwarming
#8 of poems to celebrate my return to writing! this is a poem i did for a class.
Untitled Poem about Fireflies
The story kind of stuck with me, and thus the poem was written.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Jen
#1 of fluffybutt prose poems fluffybutt prose poems are written for the furs i've met over telegram. i'll be uploading them throughout the rest of december. i've got about 20 of them so far.
A Fertile Mind's Failings
After encountering a few very frustrating days of poet's block, i decided to write a poem about it. it's something we all can relate to. all writers and artists have trouble getting things started.
A Poem For September.
#4 of poems i like to lie about how old i am, but my birthday is on the third of september. ive decided to write a poem for my own birthday and heck, replace "third" with your number if we got in the same month! all yours!
History Repeats Because Those Who Write It Write Repetition
First they came for the socialists, and i spoke out-- because i had read that poem. loved its pathos, its tragedy, and its warning. they came for natives, black people, immigrants, refugees-- and i spoke out.
The Seasons of Loss - short poem
It's been a rough year, so here's my first completed vent poem in awhile. earlier this year i heard my step-grandmother passed away. then a few months later i nearly lost the life i've been building for two years.
Dreams (A poem for Finn by Nick)
#6 of poems this is mildly connected to the white horizon. its a poem nick wrote for finn. he's my perfect guy, his green eyes, are like emeralds, as they look into mine.
One Dot Below the I (#2)
#6 of poetry three more poems and here's an old man wearing sunglasses and a girl in a plastic raincoat with a hood here is the man with the sunglasses now with his cane and the girl in the raincoat, now fading and here's your old father beneath the
To a Suffering Soul - short poem
This poem goes out to anyfur that is feeling this way or down in any other ways. you will always have someone there for you. if you need to vent, my inbox is open. i'll always listen and respond whenever i can. this poem was written on 1/13/2017.
Stalwart
#14 of poems i don't know where this came from. i guess poems and some drawings will be posted here till i finally am done editing some chapters from the forest and ups when downs. enjoy!