Like the rivers
which never flowed
desires
whispered
by the winter winds
hopes
muttered
by the falling leaves
laments
sung
by the sky's tears
a symphony
unbroken
by his sighs
until today
when it all changed;
a bittersweet
Gargoyle, Human, Love, Romance
Bueno
there were times i didn't think i'd make it you this year
for all the obstacles and hardships life has thrown though i still made it here
arriving here is very much bittersweet
passing through that unlocked and open gate
Death, Emotions, Grief, Poetry, burial, letting go, trip, venting, visit
Till the end he lived up to his reputation as a good man and was loved by all
his tragic and hard fought against loss leaving his family from sisters to grandsons to sadly just bawl
at the end of the day there are only keepsakes and many now bittersweet
Death, Dominoes, Grief, Poetry, venting
Fall swift like rain and land upon his patch; Trees halt your speed with leaves and break your fall First sight, the truth is almost hard to latch The gardener so pale and blue guides all Death is no enemy to you or me, He wants not fear but for you to...
Bittersweet, Death, Emotional, Flower, Garden, Nature, Poem, Rhyme, Short Story, Weapon
Chero played with his collar for several minutes while Dante washed himself. He swore he couldn't speak any further until the panther was clean, the smell was too distracting. The gold jangled one way and then the other and the texture of the leather...
Bittersweet, City, Compassion, Drama, Flirtation, Friendship, Male, Mouse, Panther, Story Series
It raised its sword
ere shane could clear his eyes and breath, and then
the lady flung the berries she had snatched
out of the nearest brittle bittersweet.
the struck the dented visor with a sound
like slow raindrops into an old tin pail.
Epic, Iambic pentameter, Poetry, blank verse
He then ran quickly back and in front of a large mirror, where he, accompanied by a bittersweet sting in the back, put a bra on his chest.
Anal, Blowjob, Comedy, Crossdressing, Cum, Futanari, Masturbation, Ratchet, Ratchet and Clank, rivet
He wears a long brown coat, for it gets cold this time of year,
and crown of crimson bittersweet wound round his nut-brown head.
the old and weary gods stop by. he knows them each by name
for autumn is a pagan and is older far than i.
Iambic Septameter, Poetry, Quatrains