War's Oversight - Chapter 00 (Prologue)
The philosophical poet, trying to find the moral lesson in such a thing, might point out, "the bullet, if one ever whizzed by the collective head of the human species, was something cast, jacketed, loaded, and fired by humankind's own steady hands."
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. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
No number, no letter
Natalie swiftlight was a poet, his favorite poet. he was infamous on the estate for raiding his master's library at all hours just to read her work. the red panda nodded. "yes, that would be good for you.
[Commission] Chapter 2: Roguish story by the campfire assembly
You see, most orc poets strive to strike a balance between technique and content. i personally believe this comes from our heritage as warriors.
One Seat Empty
He shifted his head back to me and spoke with the elegance of a poet. "the orange-dyed trees, the rickety wooden fences, the golden seas of wheat stretching over hills of rising sunlight..." the corners of his mouth curved into a familiar smile.
Hermaphrodiary: Entry One
Something tells me she knows that this isn't a report on the poet, but she had enough respect to say otherwise. well, that's about all for now.
The Pool (Art + Story)
It was that sort of thought process that separated the poets of the world from the academics. living in the city as she did, evet had always assumed that she was the latter.
Chapter 4: Wolf trap
The third ranked genius - the poet and the fourth ranked genius - the gardener arrived jbys, they are also the first to have this familial relationship in the organization.
A Mismatched Seaside Heaven
Fredrick was an utmost gentleman and recited the sonnets of the great rodent poets for sadie on the spot, and their love was sealed in an instant. within mere minutes, the pair developed a connection that could not be broken.
Michigan Winter
A bit of christmas poetry, because i'm still a poet, if ever a terrible one. a man struggles to escape a frigid storm, only to find himself in a cave. exploring the cave, he encounters more than he could have ever possible imagined...
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.
Echte Liebe: Part 2
But no storywriter or poet could capture what he was tasting. he held her juices on his tongue, every taste bud holding on, savoring her warm juices. he lowered his head and started to tickle her inner vagina lips. she gasped and started to moan.