In Regards

#14 of poetry a person who wished to remain anonymous had asked me on why i write poetry. this is the best way i can explain it.

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Morning Cup (Poetry)

#1 of poetry a poem i wrote a little while ago, got the editing done today. this is a more general poem, but i'm going to try and do a few more actual 'furry' poems in the future.

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Short Poetry Collection

I was a poet long before I ever wrote short stories much less furry smut. Digging through my laptop I found some old poems I wrote during my senior year of high school. One of them compares me to transforming into a tiger. That's kinda yiffy I guess....

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Dreamscape[prose poetry]

Dream Escape A deep blue sky, and a field of wildflowers as far as the eye can see. The horizon ponders to itself in the twilight. Stars are putting on a show: twinkling, dazzling, flying across the sky like there was no tomorrow, which could...

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Poetry Commission - Switch

#14 of poetry or http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccpryxgijxs commission for a friend of mine. tom, dit gedicht is voor jou, voor het geschenk dat jij mij hebt gegeven, en het leven dat ik wil delen met jou. bradley.

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Sappy Love Poetry

Seems to me i wanted to try something different, and write love poetry for once. enjoy! ©william lash 2013 missing you is the hardest to do; tugging on my heartstrings, absence saying everything until our miles apart is so little, so few.

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Chapter 5 - Poetry

I found a book of poetry and started reading. then wanda found me. i don't think she was looking for me. i think it was just by accident. but she found me, and we... we started talking about poetry, and i told her i write poetry.

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A Hunter's Anguish (Poetry)

A Hunter's Anguish I chase, running as a wind unrestrained, Through the forest, the swamp, the endless sea. Where shall I find that which all have proclaimed Greatest of all feelings, an ecstasy? Wherefore art this love, for not yet in me Have...

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Dirt Garden (poetry)

My garden of foxtails and milk-thistle, Alive and wild, more so than tended rows In growth, has died. I killed them a little, The crab-grass clumps, Datura and nettle. "Time and time, I commit these small murders, To whose benefit?" I ask why and...

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Moon Glow in December

#1 of poetry a bit of poetry i finished recently. i took a long break from writing poetry after a loss of inspiration, but i've decided to pick it back up again.

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Wolf Break

#6 of poetry 'wolf break' is featured in adjective:species' collection of furry poetry. read all the poems here: http://adjectivespecies.com/2015/04/08/the-inaugural-adjectivespecies-poetry-collection/ eleven o'clock; coffee time.

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The Wanderer

This piece was written as part of an assignment for a class i had last semester focusing on jazz, blues, and poetry. as such this is poetry inspired by jazz and blues!

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