The Fox
I dont think i'm an amazing poet or anything, but i do enjoy righting them if i feel like it. for this poem i did not use any rhyme scheme. i did use near rhyme however. id like some feed back on this one. i just wrote down what came into my brain.
Ballade Against Cheesemongery
The poet flees. (he snatches mozzeralla on the wing, for he desires no vanity in cheese.) prince, you sent me pepper-corned edam with citron-oil essence. remove it please: its power to sour my gut, your soul to damn!
Having a friend by - (Prose Addendum)
Still, it's more than lovely, and i just had to share it with everyone (with expression permission by the poet himself)! please go stop by and look at more of tristan's work; it's really worth it!
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.
The Eyes
I never though of myself as a "poet" and i really don't. but it just happened. take a read and if you have one or two minutes add a comment about it so i can improve. i like hearing other people's thoughts.
The Love Song of a Warrior-Poet
It appears in the novella "tales of morveria: an unlikely savior", which can be found here, though do to graphic violence and similarly risque themes, it's adult rated. https://www.sofurry.com/view/1794955 the love song of a warrior-poet by mantrid
A Loyal and Proper Sheep [Poem]
This was probably a bad idea, because i'm not exactly a poet. but, i made this, and had fun with it. a lil' snippet of hypnosis fun for ya.
Angel of Darkness
A hurt soul lingered upon me With long black waves of hair Her piercing black eyes stared fiercely At me with such despair She had markings on her body There was one on her arm That caught my eye quite rapidly As if to bring alarm It was an...
Jenny and Renamon part 3
Her hips curved like those of an ancient idol worshiped as a goddess and her breasts ached in the way that poets have sought to describe for eons. she grabbed a robe hanging on the back of the closet door.
Nature's Sober Man
So in a literature class of mine, i had to read a bit of emily dickenson, one of the great poets during the civil war era. it just so happens that in lieu of a 1-pager explaining her, we could make a poem in her style instead.
Emotions
I know, it does go from first person to 3rd, i figured 3rd person (me being a poet) would be more poetical, and make it easier for me to convey my feelings. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
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.