The Chronicles of Aleo
He had the body of a football player, beautifully sculpted muscles, but the heart of a poet. aleo sighed to himself, regretting that he would never be able to have nick to himself; surely someone like him was straighter than an arrow.
Drawing a Tiger
I'm a poem, a poet, all in one... but i can't come tomorrow. just an absolute non-no. -but i have not finished the centerpiece - tried to object viktor - i'll pay you anything...
Dodekatheon Pantheon
In modern times, the dodekatheon's scions seek to manifest and awaken great spirits in society-as artists, warriors, spiritual seekers, judges, leaders and poets.
Final Migration [Iron Pen Winner, Furry Migration, 2015]
"that's what poets do," prosper replied. "but it takes time to shroud the obvious in flowery language and force people to dig for meaning. i didn't have time to be suitably vague." he sounded glib.
Counter Earth Chronicles Chapter 27: Lea's Return
There was the poet's group (steven j poet the broadcast said was his real name)- who also were similarly neutralized.
Desperate Stand
You never get a true sense of the hero from the poets. in the theriad, the brave soldiers relish battle without giving death or dying a second thought.
F.U.R.: The Brotherhood part 1
Most of the artists, authors, poets, and architects sprung up, giving this land the nickname "land of thought" and the name stuck. a living pool of creativity; they say that a month in the land of thought gave you a secondhand artistic spike.
A Fox Behind Bars part 28
You're the poet, use your imagination." "actually, i'm a street artist. and while i do incorporate words into my installations, i wouldn't call myself a-" "regal," jake interrupted. "i don't really care." "oh." well, that hurt.
Death... Is it truly the end?
Now, i wouldn't consider myself a poet, but yesterday i felt kind of... morbid yet tranquil, so i came up with this... this is for all of you who have gone and left this world...
Getting Bi - A Poem
#6 of poet try happy end of pride month! sexuality is confusing, but that's okay. more stories in august, maybe sooner. maybe i got -- hots for thots or got some -- thoughts on knots maybe i am queer in the rear or i just have too much to fear.
She Wants She Takes
“i didn't know demons could be poets." she giggled softly and spoke in a tone of fond reminiscence. “i ate a poet once. he understood the beauty of his fate so well, yet his words remain mine alone.“ his heart sank as much as his dick throbbed.
Vera's Assistant
She was dressed up in a modest jacket, possibly a scientist, poet or an artist by now, robert guessed. vials and different scrolls adorned her pant legs. the rain suddenly didn't seem so bad. "..hello robert." vera said.