With a heart so big...

"poems, so full of wonder and love, soaring higher than a flock of dove, speaking in rhymes and verses, nothing comes close in power versus, gentle yet strong, and yet so rarely wrong, poems drive our hearts, working all the fitted parts!"

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Wolf's Bond: Part 2

As he began reciting verses as old as their pack under their whispering breaths, the two werewolves slowly began to do what the chants described.

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Poem of the dragon

_I call this kind of poetry "Spurred Poems". theyre short and are made simply so theyre not always brilliant. its just a way of expressing._ Restless night, due passing dawn Master of the sky wanes a call forlorn Till the sun may rise, the skies...

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A grey dawn breaking

_" they went through the verses one at a time -- issich called a line, then they echoed it, until they had worked through one verse and could sing the whole thing.

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Furries: The Musical!

Owl f: (all verse marked with - mark are loudly drawn out to give strong impression of scorn) you must look at me say, 'is she a snowy?' a barnyard owl hmmm, 'a little too showy'? -'but all the same, i'd give a howl!'

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Portrait of a Lonely Wolf

For every day, somebody else has left. For every day, another empty house. For every day is closer to the day When he will be the only one still here. The only one to never find a way To any other place. His road goes but In circles. And he...

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2024-09-03

It feels hard to just exist, lately. So many people who are barely holding on. So many people who...aren't holding on, any more. I'm still in a wretched limbo where I don't know where I stand, and to find out, I have to wait for a court...

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Ignorance

The verses aren't precisely in line and those of you who don't have good rhythm would be better off simply reading it like a poem. otherwise, this is my response to this godforsaken latest string of scandals by the glorious united states.

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Dis'Conte Dahte!

As i pulled myself to the light-forged hammer, i invoked the call to arms, verse xii, sermon of the desperate crusader. "vee'doth! keas'aidin, rohknellesk daemon le'mon sentell... dis'conte dahte!"

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Draconicon's R34 Harem 6: Lizard Bait

The darkness of this nyc was just as dark as the rest of the earth-like multi-verses, though this one had a hint of sexual scent on the air. he imagined it was because some of the heroes were a bit more perverted than the average marvel-verse.

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