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.
Punch
A short ode (not greek) on resistance and punch. ### punch they burrowed deep into her life, like gremlins set on spreading strife, her former friends were problem rife— she cut them out with scathing knife.
The Phox
I believe that you will find this ode about a frolicking young fox cub to be a "golden" example of poetry arranged in an interesting manner that some of the more astute yiffstar visitors might be able to comprehend.
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.
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,...
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.
Ode To The Coming Revelation
#3 of poetry i dedicate this ode to that first werewolf which opened my eyes to the world around me and profoundly changed my life. i dedicate it to that werewolf of my dreams i wrote a sonnet of that someday i hope to meet.
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.
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.
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...
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.