Man of His Dreams
"do you like old poets, sir?" issac asked, though the way he asked it seemed to have other connotations. lucas had to suppress a blush. "i think it can take some work to dig through the layers when it comes to poets of that era.
Chapter 5 - Springtime Urges [Final]
Actors, playwrights, poets, novelists. there are surprisingly many of them, and they gather routinely to share their ideas." “and you met this mystery woman there?" “yes… well, not quite.
Buttons
"and you're too much a poet." "a poet?" "all your fancy descriptions," petra said. "i don't even like poetry, to be honest. i just like words." "a mouse? likin' words?
The Smallest of Thorns (In His Side)
The blue-scaled poet reached for his journal, a weathered, leatherbound tome, the cover well-worn and creased from years of constant, daily usage.
Comfort Zones - Wide Open Wounds
"hard-hat by day, poet by night?" "never was much of a poet. at least my lyrics haven't been nominated for the pulitzer yet." "oh yeah, you told me about your band in our emails...i'm glad you found one!"
A Less Than Lonely Shower
The mad poet, isarain malice gale~ the set up: the dragon named cross has just rescued the white vixen named lyra. having just fought a brutal battle, cross is more or less drenched in blood and exhausted.
Pony Poets (first of series)
Pony poets two special ponies will soon be three, the newest entry on the family tree, with gangly legs, and pointed ears, we will watch attentively, as you grow in years.
More Than I Wished For
_'jesus, am i a poet or what,'_ tim thought to himself as jackie looked at him expectantly. jackie was starting to fall asleep and was snuggling closer to him; her breasts hugged his arm in a strangely un-weird way.
Identity: Chapter Ten
Claudia's show was insanely popular, she knew that, and she'd had first ladies and actors and actresses and politicians and religious leaders and poets and nobel prize laureates and bestselling novelists and popular athletes and spiritual visionaries
Pokémon: The Attack On Mount Silver
It is, it was, it shall be - what more could be said of it that the poets of the elder ages, when ho-oh streaked its rainbow across the sky, had not already sang?
Sons of winter chapter 5: Sharphorn
Not poets, bards, actors." if nyrisa noticed the tinge of spite coating his words, she showed no signs of disagreement.
Ch 3: What Family Means
I'm not a damn poet... i really mean that.