Tolerate
We can't turn back the clock, neither you nor i: you know what the poet, old khayyam, said about it:_ _the moving finger writes, and having writ moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out
To Dream of Darkness III - Ch 44
He was a poet of reasonable skill, his calligraphy was beautiful, and he enjoyed painting mountain scenes. he went often to both of the temples of inari in edo, and made generous donations there.
Anthropia 7
"bards are supposed to be warrior poets, right? how did you get captured." jakra asked, skalma flinching again at the memory as she turned to the two of them and began to explain. "it was about two weeks ago."
How Sandy Met Robbie - Part 3
"you're such a poet, aren't you?" "hey," said robbie, spreading his legs wide, invitingly. "you're the writer, not me!" sandy laughed as he got his face down into robbie's crotch.
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?
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.
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!
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.
Just Once: HOUSE HUNTING!
Anyways, every single owner was a romantic poet, and there were 32 owners. none of them were single when they died, but they all were when they moved in. life can be fucking insane sometimes, with these coincidences."
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.
Chado (The Way of Tea)
In the grand scheme of things, the poetry of robert southey could go astray with no shepherd of the lake district poets fretting over finding him again.