Ode to the dragon
# Though thy teeth be sharp, and thy claws great, waste not thy strength on me, for thy beauty doth pierce mine heart worse than any wound. Do not waste thy breath upon me, for I burn already a passion far greater than I can bear. Oh dragon,...
Lonely Night's Cry
Its something similar to dragon lullaby: ode to the fallen dial. my heart it longs for your company wishing you were here with me please don't go my dearest, please stay with me, please. stay with me. hold me close, don't let me go stay, oh please love.
Fluffybutt Prose Poems: Jen
Her ode is the fabled "raindrop jingle," although lemon drops and gum drops have yet to join her repertoire. perhaps, one day, when she upgrades her snowflock, we will see drops of all flavors diving alongside the frosting.
Ode to Family and Friends
ode to family and friends. by carl blessing/murphy slaugh to all my family and friends, whether human or of fur. i love you so very much. of that you can be sure. i appreciate you every one being a part of my day.
Vignette 1: Pink Underneath
The clean, star-spangled sky was screend only by the fingers of trees, so june played it all john denver's odes on an old guitar. as she sipped her steamed marshmallow lattè, she thought she might associate with nature even more closely.
An Ode to Snakes! (A slightly Surreal Poem)
Snakes are better Than Saigas or Snails Better than Foxes, Servals or Whales! Better than Lichen, better than moss Better than W.A.S.P or David Lee Roth! They slither and writhe On their bellies you see The best mode of transport This side...
A final thought
This story is written from the perspective of her in her last days. an ode to her and her strange ways she showed her love but also her own sovernty within our house.
To The Shrike
The butcher-bird is perched, like sentinel of stone - Unmovable and steady as the mountain - Upright upon a branch, protruding there alone, Standing guard against the fountain Streaming down across his lethal gaze. The butcher-bird a flash now...
I Put a Hex on You And Now You're Mine
If they aren't oding they are getting jumped by some meth head looking to score. or getting their shit kicked in. streets are rougher than usual right now. i'm hoping it burns itself out." sighing, hex set his carton down again.
You Are Mine
We started for the car, and as we walked i could hear him humming 'ode to joy'. if ever there were a composition i could picture max humming, that would be it.
Ghost 2 Index
Winter's lament - wolf-song, an ode to winter and village life. wolf guard(s) - the sovern nation of canines version of a police force. they drive electric cars.
Speechless
An ode to joy indeed." octavia beamed as vinyl lifted one foreleg and tipped her glasses, revealing her gorgeous violet eyes just long enough to give an enthused, congratulatory wink.