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.
Potato Soup
I'm not a poet." "you don't have to be. i'm not a poet, either," he responded. "and i think you express yourself just fine. you're very optimistic, and very open, and ... you make me wanna open up, too. you bring out the best in others.
Will, Persistence, Patience, and Love (a poem)
#3 of poems met another poet the other day, had a wonderful exchange with them on their words. just a reminder of how vast this world is and that all content has a place and audience. i urge you, try and make some for yourself.
The Bark-tenders
What form that destiny would take--warrior or leader, poet or teacher--only the bark-tenders knew, but they would never tell the secrets where mother night could hear: for when they sawed off their antlers and donned the masks of the dead, they pulled their
Improve The Silence
She is a fantastic poet and if you have a moment then i highly recommend looking her up or browsing some of her spoken word videos on her youtube channel. meet yourself in the mirror by ashley wylde is a video that everyone needs to see.
Otters and Elves - Poem for Skipper~Heart
As a poet, i always restrict myself to keeping the same number of syllables in each line while keeping the second and forth line of each stanza rhyming.
The Blood Which Binds
In a mucky inlet of the life-giving erbad river, the sun beating on his sore-riddled scales, nawaz the poet limped from the bank. this had been his every morning for the two years since his affliction began.
A Night's Work
Yes, i know it doesn't always rhyme, but i'm not a poet and this is just straight out of my head and onto the screen.
I Ask Myself How Is It I Have Come
I ask myself, how is it i have met, still nowhere near the sunset of my days, (and if this be the sunset of my days, i pray the sunset last for decades yet) with that rare breed of love that poets would have you believe is something only glimpsed but
The Dog Hole: Chapter 1 -- Everyone's Got To Eat
"not exactly poets," she murmured to herself, but not quite quietly enough. "on the contrary," a voice spoke up from behind, "there is some meaning to it." she turned to find a malamute only a few spaces down from where she had sat.
Where do we fit in ?
Nothing special : i'm not part of the town, not born to be king just somebody hopelessly in-between i'm the scholar, they are the athlete, the poet i'm the screw up, don't i know it why do they keep wanting me to compare?
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.