The Dragon Guards His Treasure
#3 of poems a poem about a dragon's love they say the dragon's treasures --the jewels, the crowns of despotic kings-- are guarded well with fire and might but what few pleasures bring to have a sword of shale sharpened on the whetstone to have
Married Life
#10 of poems another short poem... about love. married life i long to wake up by your side, our bodies against one another, tails moving lightly as we wake up in sync.
Untitled poem
I found this poem unfinished, and decided to upload it. poem originally written: 1995-07-16 chills creeping down your spine, let you know that your still alive; searching around the woods, looking for someone you can count on; peeking around
The Statue
A poem i wrote, i find a lot of my spare time put into writing random things such as this, this particular poem is about the relation between a statue and the man it's based after.
Poem Of A Broken heart #3
#3 of poems of a broken heart just a poem of a broken heart. the darkest time has come to pass, for when i'm alone at last, the song my heart so fragile weeps, will cry out in the months to come, my mate has left my side, she no longer wakes.
Cast Away - Poem
this initially was going to be lyrics for a song, but i don't really have any musical talent so i decided to make it a poem. it's probably not all too good of a poem, but now at least it's getting some use.
Once More
_i have done some thinking and my art piece titled **to a friend** would fit in with this poem. i hope everyone like this poem for i wrote it back in my high school days...._
They're Coming
I wrote this poem for my creative writing class. this is a series of cinquains, short five line poems with a syllable pattern of 2,4,6,8,2. hope you enjoy! **they're coming** zombies, the living dead.
Holding On
#1 of poems the bringer of death take away your pain in this...just a little poem i wrote earlier today when i was feeling really hurt and down the bringer of death take away your pain in this everlasting dark hour.
Poem of the dragon
Spurred poem, something of thought and very simple _i call this kind of poetry "spurred poems". theyre short and are made simply so theyre not always brilliant. its just a way of expressing._ restless night, due passing dawn master of the sky wanes
Flower of Discord
#7 of poems a poem about fear i'm chaos, she's revery all night spent with daytime dreams a deep cut 'cross the butterflies a deeper smile brings it's not that i hate purity; i'll be gentle to her kind soul but i've suppressed my depravity and
Nomads Get My Blood Pumpin’
#5 of poems a poem about impossible decisions the hero met by all the villains innocent little guy staring down two barrels wonderin' which one he'd rather take not really a decision for a good guy it's distasteful, degrading, and lewd becoming