Otters and Elves - Poem for Skipper~Heart
This was probably the most difficult poem i have ever written, for i have never taken so long to write a poem. many times i could whip out a decent one in a matter of minutes, but this one...this was a great challenge.
Captured
#3 of stories story i just feel like making stories(real reason i'm taking a break from poems temporarily) buut this wassss going to be a poem but the words weren't coming to me your in a purple and white room walls adorned with pictures and string leading
Moving On
Another poem for you! this one follows a significant, if childish, meter that i thought i was so creative for coming up with until i actually wrote it down. regardless, i really like how this poem turned out.
The Orphan and the Priest Chapter 2
Chesterton's poem _lepanto. _i knew he loved the poem as much as i did, and he constantly asked me theological questions about the poem. this obviously caused some discontent among the students, as the poem is not politically-correct.
Chapter 5 - Poetry
Wanda had actually given the poem a pretty good reading, he had to admit. "do you have a favorite?" "uh, i uh... i like a lot of his poems. i don't have a favorite." she handed him the book. "can you read another one?"
Fuzzy Form
#1 of poetry first poem i did this semester for my creative writing class. we were to choose an object to write a poem about, and i chose my fursuit.
Crackers Don't Matter
She clutched at the paw-written, papered poem. holding two poems, now, in her paws, and ... " ... hey, adelaide." she looked up, blinking. pyro coming into view.
To Be Somebody...pt3
After putting it on, he tucked the poem over where his heart was. looking at himself in an icicle, he started to twist his body around as if he were trying to impress someone.
send me home
#1 of poems i wrote this poem after i was cheated out of a fair life. things have gotten better since but you will still find me writing dark and sometimes disturbing poems. thanks for reading. white is the moon. in a sea of black. dark is its hue.
Pony Poets - The Wheel Story (2nd in series)
As the wheels rolled up the miles, they giggled as they set out the second line of their family poem.
Black Rose, Crimson Blood
Without the feeling your poems can't grow, i can't help you anymore. pikachu: (shocked) what! how can you say that! my poems are exemplary; that is what makes me famous.
The minds of planet Altra
Lemme know what you think of my old poem.