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

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Yaz Buraldkin, the first King of Abun

Due to his education as a priest, he also heavily financed culture and invited to his court many historians, poets and artists. he had twelve sons from nejuz, but their names have been lost as no document mentioning them has been found yet.

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Promised Land

Mano and eli had talked about how much they despised the fetishization of the 'depressed poet' as somehow better because of their depression, not in spite of it.

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The Fox

I dont think i'm an amazing poet or anything, but i do enjoy righting them if i feel like it. for this poem i did not use any rhyme scheme. i did use near rhyme however. id like some feed back on this one. i just wrote down what came into my brain.

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Bulletin

Moving down below, however, a few poets are taking their own works again: _life's worth living, right?

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Negotiation Breakdown - Sci-Fi Summer Entry

They were poets and scientists, philosophers and--of most importance today--politicians. important today, because negotiations had broken down. deep in the heart of the sky-high cultural center, the collection of the quorum sat nervously.

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not sorrow but .......

And me, hopefully my destany, but yet, i think, just why, if it is the way that the sky has said, i just can not here it, if you see me and i see you for who we realy are, can it not be that we are just way to far apart, for i am not a poet

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Chpt 5- A Picnic in the Sun

"what can i say, i have a poet's heart." tom looked back to the saddle bag celestia had brought with her and smile. "well now lets see what kind of goodies you brought with you."

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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?

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Completed Poems from Missives

Kinda just flailing at it and seeing what happens, and to that end, i finished all of the poetry snippets from missives, just as a test to see if i could write like a 19th century poet.

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Chapter 1 - Get Away

A little taller and thinner than his brother, dave's black hair and beard made him look like an exhausted poet. while this disaster was of _his_ choosing, rachel could not help but notice just how sunken his dark blue eyes had become.

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Triumph and Tragedy (A battle ballad)

#19 of writing prompt group submissions i want to state up front that i am not a poet, nor have i ever written poetry before. i wrote this piece in response to the latest assignment for the writing prompt group, which had the theme "battle".

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