Morning Cup (Poetry)
#1 of poetry a poem i wrote a little while ago, got the editing done today. this is a more general poem, but i'm going to try and do a few more actual 'furry' poems in the future.
Poetry Collection #1
So i've written a fair amount of poetry since i took up writing. so much so that i've decided that i'll start making these collections. some are from stories, others were made on a whim, others while drunk, so expect some eclectic and haphazard stuff.
Freeverse Poetry I
Some verses of poetry, created in the shadow of a bad mood.
Chapter 5 - Poetry
I found a book of poetry and started reading. then wanda found me. i don't think she was looking for me. i think it was just by accident. but she found me, and we... we started talking about poetry, and i told her i write poetry.
Poetry Commission - Switch
#14 of poetry or http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccpryxgijxs commission for a friend of mine. tom, dit gedicht is voor jou, voor het geschenk dat jij mij hebt gegeven, en het leven dat ik wil delen met jou. bradley.
Sappy Love Poetry
Seems to me i wanted to try something different, and write love poetry for once. enjoy! ©william lash 2013 missing you is the hardest to do; tugging on my heartstrings, absence saying everything until our miles apart is so little, so few.
Random Poetry 2
And again, i am not suicidal, that's just how my poetry comes out making me look. so, any and all comments are appreciated. and even though it's depressing, try to enjoy it.
Random Poetry 1
#1 of random poetry hello everyone. i've decided to post some of my poetry that i randomly write, hance the name. i'll be doing this whenever i have the urge to write, and it comes out in the form of a poem.
Short Poetry Collection
I was a poet long before I ever wrote short stories much less furry smut. Digging through my laptop I found some old poems I wrote during my senior year of high school. One of them compares me to transforming into a tiger. That's kinda yiffy I guess....
Dreamscape[prose poetry]
Dream Escape A deep blue sky, and a field of wildflowers as far as the eye can see. The horizon ponders to itself in the twilight. Stars are putting on a show: twinkling, dazzling, flying across the sky like there was no tomorrow, which could...
Dirt Garden (poetry)
My garden of foxtails and milk-thistle, Alive and wild, more so than tended rows In growth, has died. I killed them a little, The crab-grass clumps, Datura and nettle. "Time and time, I commit these small murders, To whose benefit?" I ask why and...
Below Ground. poetry
So here poetry by adam863 below ground. poetry \*\*\*warning: gore, horror\*\*\* locked in a room underground where no cries can be found. the blood stained rocks are what can be only shown off.