A short poem about a person who can't take it anymore...
the rain pelts down as i make my way home. and the fog blocks my sight as i walk here alone. i'm told i can't go through with this but they can't see the light.
Death, Depth, End, Final, Hate, Sad, life
Just a short poem. one of many transfers from my deviantart account.
what am i?
the europeans called me monster,
for i burned their homes, devoured their flocks, and stole their women.
Dragon, European, Wyrm
#1 of poetry
a short poem i wrote for a special person this christmas. i decided to archive it and share it. by his reaction, i can only say that he liked it.
oh, amore, nature's lover,
you shot me with your crimson arrow.
Amore, Christmas, Crimson, Flower, Love, Love poem, Lover, Miles, Poem, Poetry, Special person, arrow, desires, distance, heart, life, tears
#13 of poetry
a short poem about the importance and value of friendship.
Friendship, Poetry
A short poem i wrote, and no i'm not dead, i just finally got around to doing something artistic.
the beast in man.
everyone has a beast in them.
form the smallest child, to the wisest elder,
everyone has a beast inside of them.
Poem
#20 of poetry, both old and new
a short poem written by my fiancé back during the days of our time together.
Emotionless, Indifference, Living, Motions, Poetry, Real Life, art, daily, repetitive, streets
Just a quick attempt at a short poem in latin. please correct me on any mistakes i have made. i expect several, as i've only just completed latin ii in high school, but, who knows, maybe i did a good job.
Latin, Latin Poetry, Poetry
#1 of poetry
a short poem written not too long ago about emotions.
emotions are a fickle thing, how can we answer the question of how we're feeling, when we feel so much?
constantly...
Emotional, Poetry
A short poem about a fictional country called, the northern federation.
anthem of the north
_by: c. h. marlow_
howl like the wolf, roar like the bear, protect the fair north, for you were born to dare.
Bear, Fiction, Poetry, Wolf
#1 of owletrons' scrap book
a short poem about not caring if you're any good at moving your feet.
best consumed slowly and while listening to a good song.
i don't plan on sharing many poems, but i find they can be fun to write if an idea comes to you.
Dancing, Music, Poem, Poetry, Short, free verse