*poem* Just...now
Here's a poem about a never-ending "now", and the poet's duty of catching what is uncatchable.
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.
A New Me (Prologue)
I took the title and the name of the protagonist from the latin poet virgil, but everything else is my own. this is just the introduction and it will get more personal after this, but i just wanted to get the concept out there.
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#1 of poems a poet i will never be tiz poor and lifeless devoid of perfection pages blank pages upon scribbled i have the pen bleeds my heart but lies pages so many pages blank and arid dry and torn the emptiness it scorns
One Dot Below the I (#5)
Nobody here and the air is tight as clingfilm an illuminated kitchen imposes itself with its clutter a toystore let loose under water but the distance to the i that films each who and every where equals zero after all entirely the day the aging poet
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.
Black Rose, Crimson Blood
"vulpix will be playing the poet's ghost," minun informed them, "pikachu will be the aspiring poet and poochyena will play as pikachu's talent agent. is that all okay?" the actors all nodded, "no problem."
Don't Stop Believin'-Chapter 20
Amanda smiled, "i think now sierra should be a poet now. i mean, she's smart. hell she can put anything she put her mind to." "sierra...a poet?" then i smiled and shrugged, "yeah, maybe." amanda got close to me and asked, "can i sit by you?
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.
Reunion, Part 1
I needed space to hear myself think, to try to get over the final shock of having seen the body of perhaps the greatest vixen poet of these modern times.
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.
The Crow in the Alley
As a poet, i don’t know if her voice had the strength. but she never had that chance. never had someone give her the time of day.” a long silence, and hredan’s voice lifted one last time, barely above a whisper.