One Dot Below the I (#3)
Crazy about it i repeat the moment you begin you're on your way the (1) reflective reader (2) whom i dedicate (3) doubles over and denies (4) his own eyes and that's (5) a wise decision for that man (6) over here is not any famous poet
*POEM* And Suddenly
Lean back into my chair and think about what i have written (one hour and fifteen later) in a way, it doesn't matter what i have written the only important thing is to write something he who writes may be without sin, but not without life if the poet
Feral
I would be interested to see what this poem means to you ^^ i also have no idea what the rhyme scheme is or anything, i'm not really a poet, but it just sounds right lol. i hope you enjoy!
Bulletin
Moving down below, however, a few poets are taking their own works again: _life's worth living, right?
The Jackal and the Rabbit: A Love Story
Becuase of anubeus, julio became a poet, though he did not know anubeus.
Undying Fire
It was published in a celebration of young poets- west fall 2005. rights remain with me of course, no plagiarizing!
Ragnarok - Prologue
The poets wander witless far away. they lack madness divine. they cannot sing but briefly and of things particular. the world escapes their words.
Where does everyone fit in Kyruku society?
These are considered the average citizenry, workers, merchants, trades, poets and other some such; the everyday folks who live next door.
A Mismatched Seaside Heaven
Fredrick was an utmost gentleman and recited the sonnets of the great rodent poets for sadie on the spot, and their love was sealed in an instant. within mere minutes, the pair developed a connection that could not be broken.
Canvas and Melody - Chapter 3
Obviously they were close, with pandora being good at everything and chris being the fucking poet that he is, there's no way she wasn't falling for him.
Personal Space
Elizabeth had been a poet and an activist. the two of them had met in india, then moved to the middle east, then to brazil.
The Pool (Art + Story)
It was that sort of thought process that separated the poets of the world from the academics. living in the city as she did, evet had always assumed that she was the latter.