Poet's Memoirs: Skyclad

On a shadowed night, such as this, I sometimes like to reminisce, And think of all the things I've said, What words I've wrote, what thoughts I've lead. I like to think I'll make my mark, I'd like to come out of the dark, But while these words...

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The Dictators We Call Poets

Tyrants of paper, We crack the whip that is our quill upon words' backs. We command them to become Beautiful, to show our pride.

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Foxing

I leave you all with a stanza of a poem by alan seeger, one of the great poets of the first world war, whose architecture, technologies, fashions, attitudes, and more, helped inspire foxing.

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A Fated Reality-Prologue

He said like a true poet. "spoken like a true poet." i sleepily say. i begin to sleep, only for a few moments later to feel that he got in bed behind me.

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The Artful Poet

poets never write, for they are artists. strokes from paintbrush made of feathers cast we. canvases begin to fill, the paint words. at completion, poets covet beauty. art they make forever makes them great lords.

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The Passionate Alpha to His Mate

It's said that in order to become a great writer, one must first try to mimic the works of other authors/poets so as to gain an understanding of how the medium works. i wrote this poem as both tribute and practice to this famous piece.

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November

The lonely poet was mesmerized. here he witnessed how autumn escaped from the ominous tide of wintertime. soon the land would rest beneath a blanket of white. but not yet.

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The Promise

I am not a poet by any means, but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy it. hold my paw and walk with me, down the street and by the sea. look into my eyes and set my heart aflame, and i promise that i'll do the same.

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If Only You'd Wanted Me Back

Only the best poets and writers." he nodded slowly, his eyes still fixed on the fire. "that's how you build an academic reputation."

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A Poet's Purpose - short poem

A poet must translate each moment, from the purest of thoughts and feelings, into tangible words. vocabulary is a poet's expression. emotion is the poet's palette. with these a poet creates the words you read. written by: fane star

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The Poet Monk

An alkussian poet monk, specifically, because poet monks kept their skills sharp by narrating their every experience as though reciting an epic poem.

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