Taming the Wild
The roan haired poet let his head bob once before pulling himself fully awake; the moment when he had began to doze eluded him.
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.
Rudolph's initiation
I am by no means a poet, and i made this with relatively low-effort, so; the rhythm of the poem is most surely off at some points and some grammatical sacrifices were made in order to improve the rhymes here or there, and i am well aware of these facts.
Virgin Night
Under spotlights where singers sung and poets pontificated, a slightly elevated bed awaited them. it was heart-shaped, covered in heart pillows and rose petals.
[Commission] Adventuring sucks; or the pitfalls of vagabond life
Bards and poets claim it was the undying fire in their souls which made adventurers take on the challenges of the world. but really they wouldn't really know about that.
The DOMEminion of the Dragonqueen
I should subject a poet to it, so he can explain to the common mind the sheer extent of my genius!" the dragon queen called as steve broke out into a dance praising the amazing power power on display. "no not all the way my queen, not all the way!"
Wet Cement: Chapter 1
Hey, i could be a poet or something. damn, maybe denise isn't the only good one at writing. ugh, as much as i, dare say, _love _my sister, she is an insufferable 'perfect' piece of cardboard.
A Barren Affliction - Chapter 2
But we should discuss your favorite poets some night after work," matt said, before thinking about what that invitation might sound like. as soon as the thought occurred to him, matt's eyes widened and his ears whipped back.
Upgrading the Wolf
Tony said as poet as possible and the wolf felt tears light his eyes. markus jumped off the bed and forcefully flipped the otter over. leaning down their lips met. both memory and reality played out at once to the wolf.
To Be Somebody...Pt2
Glace was telling me that you are a poet, yes?" cyrno nodded. he felt no shame in admitting that. "i did write her one...but i keep messing up on it. i must have written fifteen drafts and i still can't do it right." "hmm...well, i want to see it.
Edge Walking. Chap 1: Exodus
Blue bikini briefs, three extra pairs of socks for his big bunny feet, a few pens, a notebook, two bottles of water, a box of apple and cranberry granola bars, two plastic wrapped blueberry hamantashen, pouch of handrolling tobacco, a book of the famous fox poet
The Reaches of a Dream: Purpose
May it be endless for as long as it lasts" i quoted a poet whose name escaped me. rheia watched silently while i ate the food she had cooked "would you do me a favor, rheia?" "absolutely, sir" "keep an eye on meeya.