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TOPIC | [ PWYW ] Prophecies and Poems!
@KyratheHuntress
Sorry, I didn't get the ping!
Edit;; I just realized a sonnet is a different type of poetry, not just another word for poem. You can tell me after you read it if you would like me to change it.
Sorry, I didn't get the ping!
Edit;; I just realized a sonnet is a different type of poetry, not just another word for poem. You can tell me after you read it if you would like me to change it.
I'm the moon without the stars
I'm the shore without the tides,
Just give me the stars and the waves,
And I will do everything you abide.
I thought I caught a star,
only for it to seep between my claws
I desperately tried to pick it up,
But then it bounced right off.
Darkness was apparently looming,
Excuse my lack of brooding;
It's hard to look back
When your single star was dooming.
The spark in my chest
Didn't resound, at best,
And my shining point was repelled.
I kept up persistence,
Not stopping, for instance
When she tried to have me keep distance.
Walls began falling,
And soon I was hauling
That bright little star on my wings.
The moon cannot shine,
Only reflect,
The light of the one little star I protect.
The lights multiplied,
And to my surprise,
I got brighter and brighter.
Stepped out of the murk,
And into the flame,
We shined our brightest -
No need to keep on the lurk.
Life is flowing,
Our whole clan is glowing,
But without the first star,
I know I'd be nothing.
I'm the shore without the tides,
Just give me the stars and the waves,
And I will do everything you abide.
I thought I caught a star,
only for it to seep between my claws
I desperately tried to pick it up,
But then it bounced right off.
Darkness was apparently looming,
Excuse my lack of brooding;
It's hard to look back
When your single star was dooming.
The spark in my chest
Didn't resound, at best,
And my shining point was repelled.
I kept up persistence,
Not stopping, for instance
When she tried to have me keep distance.
Walls began falling,
And soon I was hauling
That bright little star on my wings.
The moon cannot shine,
Only reflect,
The light of the one little star I protect.
The lights multiplied,
And to my surprise,
I got brighter and brighter.
Stepped out of the murk,
And into the flame,
We shined our brightest -
No need to keep on the lurk.
Life is flowing,
Our whole clan is glowing,
But without the first star,
I know I'd be nothing.
@KyratheHuntress
Sorry, I didn't get the ping!
Edit;; I just realized a sonnet is a different type of poetry, not just another word for poem. You can tell me after you read it if you would like me to change it.
Sorry, I didn't get the ping!
Edit;; I just realized a sonnet is a different type of poetry, not just another word for poem. You can tell me after you read it if you would like me to change it.
I'm the moon without the stars
I'm the shore without the tides,
Just give me the stars and the waves,
And I will do everything you abide.
I thought I caught a star,
only for it to seep between my claws
I desperately tried to pick it up,
But then it bounced right off.
Darkness was apparently looming,
Excuse my lack of brooding;
It's hard to look back
When your single star was dooming.
The spark in my chest
Didn't resound, at best,
And my shining point was repelled.
I kept up persistence,
Not stopping, for instance
When she tried to have me keep distance.
Walls began falling,
And soon I was hauling
That bright little star on my wings.
The moon cannot shine,
Only reflect,
The light of the one little star I protect.
The lights multiplied,
And to my surprise,
I got brighter and brighter.
Stepped out of the murk,
And into the flame,
We shined our brightest -
No need to keep on the lurk.
Life is flowing,
Our whole clan is glowing,
But without the first star,
I know I'd be nothing.
I'm the shore without the tides,
Just give me the stars and the waves,
And I will do everything you abide.
I thought I caught a star,
only for it to seep between my claws
I desperately tried to pick it up,
But then it bounced right off.
Darkness was apparently looming,
Excuse my lack of brooding;
It's hard to look back
When your single star was dooming.
The spark in my chest
Didn't resound, at best,
And my shining point was repelled.
I kept up persistence,
Not stopping, for instance
When she tried to have me keep distance.
Walls began falling,
And soon I was hauling
That bright little star on my wings.
The moon cannot shine,
Only reflect,
The light of the one little star I protect.
The lights multiplied,
And to my surprise,
I got brighter and brighter.
Stepped out of the murk,
And into the flame,
We shined our brightest -
No need to keep on the lurk.
Life is flowing,
Our whole clan is glowing,
But without the first star,
I know I'd be nothing.
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@WiIIow
That's beautiful! Thank you!
And it's okay about the sonnet thing. I thought it just meant a poem, too, then I looked up the definition. Haha...oops.
That's beautiful! Thank you!
And it's okay about the sonnet thing. I thought it just meant a poem, too, then I looked up the definition. Haha...oops.
@WiIIow
That's beautiful! Thank you!
And it's okay about the sonnet thing. I thought it just meant a poem, too, then I looked up the definition. Haha...oops.
That's beautiful! Thank you!
And it's okay about the sonnet thing. I thought it just meant a poem, too, then I looked up the definition. Haha...oops.
@WiIIow
These are absolutely stunning, wow. You are really, really good at poetry.
Could you choose from these two? Or one for each if that is allowed. They both have lore in their bios :) An omen would be good for Ariel, and a poem for Polaris, I guess, but you're welcome to do whatever!
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@WiIIow
These are absolutely stunning, wow. You are really, really good at poetry.
Could you choose from these two? Or one for each if that is allowed. They both have lore in their bios :) An omen would be good for Ariel, and a poem for Polaris, I guess, but you're welcome to do whatever!
These are absolutely stunning, wow. You are really, really good at poetry.
Could you choose from these two? Or one for each if that is allowed. They both have lore in their bios :) An omen would be good for Ariel, and a poem for Polaris, I guess, but you're welcome to do whatever!
@Fernwehs
I went ahead and did both.
I went ahead and did both.
Just a wanderer,
And nothing more,
Just a traveler,
From hills to shore.
Just a simple listener,
Unthreatening and charismatic,
For nothing would have bitten her,
For who could harm a butterfly,
Even just a lick?
When a little butterfly
Comes to whisper in your ear,
A tale of monsters and beasts from high,
What do you have to fear?
Wind was stirring,
Leaves were whirling,
Catching on the air,
As always, light and fair.
When it all came falling down,
You realize that the bug
Had not falsely misled.
But too late!
Now crimson's running down those leaves instead.
Butterflies are not the large, you know,
For just a drop of water,
Can make them tip and falter.
So blood came falling off the tree,
She didn't drop or tip or scree,
Instead it sent her off the edge,
into a metaphoric pit
After that, the warning butterfly
Couldn't speak a bit.
Her heart grew so hot with sorrow
That it froze right over
"Maybe it'll thaw back out tomorrow,"
But it would be devastating
To feel again
When her soul was still so harrowed.
Even through the thickly ice,
Even with the warning that she lended,
Feelings still sent her a hefty price:
Guilt into fixing what she ended.
- - -
Unknown comings, unknown morals
Mysterious purpose, wings of coral.
Stories twisting, light fading
Small ears listening, nerves are grating.
Sullen stomach, tainted pearl
Quiet eyes, pure or churl?
Musty pearl, demented soul
Careful paws, malicious goal.
And nothing more,
Just a traveler,
From hills to shore.
Just a simple listener,
Unthreatening and charismatic,
For nothing would have bitten her,
For who could harm a butterfly,
Even just a lick?
When a little butterfly
Comes to whisper in your ear,
A tale of monsters and beasts from high,
What do you have to fear?
Wind was stirring,
Leaves were whirling,
Catching on the air,
As always, light and fair.
When it all came falling down,
You realize that the bug
Had not falsely misled.
But too late!
Now crimson's running down those leaves instead.
Butterflies are not the large, you know,
For just a drop of water,
Can make them tip and falter.
So blood came falling off the tree,
She didn't drop or tip or scree,
Instead it sent her off the edge,
into a metaphoric pit
After that, the warning butterfly
Couldn't speak a bit.
Her heart grew so hot with sorrow
That it froze right over
"Maybe it'll thaw back out tomorrow,"
But it would be devastating
To feel again
When her soul was still so harrowed.
Even through the thickly ice,
Even with the warning that she lended,
Feelings still sent her a hefty price:
Guilt into fixing what she ended.
- - -
Unknown comings, unknown morals
Mysterious purpose, wings of coral.
Stories twisting, light fading
Small ears listening, nerves are grating.
Sullen stomach, tainted pearl
Quiet eyes, pure or churl?
Musty pearl, demented soul
Careful paws, malicious goal.
@Fernwehs
I went ahead and did both.
I went ahead and did both.
Just a wanderer,
And nothing more,
Just a traveler,
From hills to shore.
Just a simple listener,
Unthreatening and charismatic,
For nothing would have bitten her,
For who could harm a butterfly,
Even just a lick?
When a little butterfly
Comes to whisper in your ear,
A tale of monsters and beasts from high,
What do you have to fear?
Wind was stirring,
Leaves were whirling,
Catching on the air,
As always, light and fair.
When it all came falling down,
You realize that the bug
Had not falsely misled.
But too late!
Now crimson's running down those leaves instead.
Butterflies are not the large, you know,
For just a drop of water,
Can make them tip and falter.
So blood came falling off the tree,
She didn't drop or tip or scree,
Instead it sent her off the edge,
into a metaphoric pit
After that, the warning butterfly
Couldn't speak a bit.
Her heart grew so hot with sorrow
That it froze right over
"Maybe it'll thaw back out tomorrow,"
But it would be devastating
To feel again
When her soul was still so harrowed.
Even through the thickly ice,
Even with the warning that she lended,
Feelings still sent her a hefty price:
Guilt into fixing what she ended.
- - -
Unknown comings, unknown morals
Mysterious purpose, wings of coral.
Stories twisting, light fading
Small ears listening, nerves are grating.
Sullen stomach, tainted pearl
Quiet eyes, pure or churl?
Musty pearl, demented soul
Careful paws, malicious goal.
And nothing more,
Just a traveler,
From hills to shore.
Just a simple listener,
Unthreatening and charismatic,
For nothing would have bitten her,
For who could harm a butterfly,
Even just a lick?
When a little butterfly
Comes to whisper in your ear,
A tale of monsters and beasts from high,
What do you have to fear?
Wind was stirring,
Leaves were whirling,
Catching on the air,
As always, light and fair.
When it all came falling down,
You realize that the bug
Had not falsely misled.
But too late!
Now crimson's running down those leaves instead.
Butterflies are not the large, you know,
For just a drop of water,
Can make them tip and falter.
So blood came falling off the tree,
She didn't drop or tip or scree,
Instead it sent her off the edge,
into a metaphoric pit
After that, the warning butterfly
Couldn't speak a bit.
Her heart grew so hot with sorrow
That it froze right over
"Maybe it'll thaw back out tomorrow,"
But it would be devastating
To feel again
When her soul was still so harrowed.
Even through the thickly ice,
Even with the warning that she lended,
Feelings still sent her a hefty price:
Guilt into fixing what she ended.
- - -
Unknown comings, unknown morals
Mysterious purpose, wings of coral.
Stories twisting, light fading
Small ears listening, nerves are grating.
Sullen stomach, tainted pearl
Quiet eyes, pure or churl?
Musty pearl, demented soul
Careful paws, malicious goal.
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@WiIIow Could I grab poems for these two? I love your poetry!
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@tylahjayne
Thank you!
Thank you!
Vibranced masked by greyscale,
And pureness shrouded by unease.
Mystery from where he hails,
And shadows clouding general glee.
Tries to overlap
The murk that whisks behind him,
But fails to shoo away
That clinging atmosphere; so dim.
Uncomfort and displease
Runs rapid
Through all those that he meets
No matter how desperately cordial
He is at his first greet.
Oh, but does it really matter,
In the end,
What strangers just presume?
For his friends still want to shatter
The thoughtlessness that comes with
The rude power to assume.
- - -
I think in ordered star charts
I think in wispy clouds
I think in the night's swift zephyr,
I heed little to the ground.
My head is so high up,
I can just dance on the thin air,
I can whisper to the moon,
I can bathe it the stars' glare.
Some may say it's batty,
Maybe a little odd
To think more of nebulas and galaxies
Than of treasure or land abroad.
But I would say they're too down low
With their heads sweeping the earth:
For were given wings for reason,
Why not surrender to our sky's mirth?
Of course, not it be said
That stars are all that matter,
We all need something to keep grounded,
Or even the clouds would have me battered.
But I know that one day,
My eyes will grow weak and my feathers will fade,
But make no mistake,
that when I finish this life-long race,
I'll give myself to the endless stars and space.
And pureness shrouded by unease.
Mystery from where he hails,
And shadows clouding general glee.
Tries to overlap
The murk that whisks behind him,
But fails to shoo away
That clinging atmosphere; so dim.
Uncomfort and displease
Runs rapid
Through all those that he meets
No matter how desperately cordial
He is at his first greet.
Oh, but does it really matter,
In the end,
What strangers just presume?
For his friends still want to shatter
The thoughtlessness that comes with
The rude power to assume.
- - -
I think in ordered star charts
I think in wispy clouds
I think in the night's swift zephyr,
I heed little to the ground.
My head is so high up,
I can just dance on the thin air,
I can whisper to the moon,
I can bathe it the stars' glare.
Some may say it's batty,
Maybe a little odd
To think more of nebulas and galaxies
Than of treasure or land abroad.
But I would say they're too down low
With their heads sweeping the earth:
For were given wings for reason,
Why not surrender to our sky's mirth?
Of course, not it be said
That stars are all that matter,
We all need something to keep grounded,
Or even the clouds would have me battered.
But I know that one day,
My eyes will grow weak and my feathers will fade,
But make no mistake,
that when I finish this life-long race,
I'll give myself to the endless stars and space.
@tylahjayne
Thank you!
Thank you!
Vibranced masked by greyscale,
And pureness shrouded by unease.
Mystery from where he hails,
And shadows clouding general glee.
Tries to overlap
The murk that whisks behind him,
But fails to shoo away
That clinging atmosphere; so dim.
Uncomfort and displease
Runs rapid
Through all those that he meets
No matter how desperately cordial
He is at his first greet.
Oh, but does it really matter,
In the end,
What strangers just presume?
For his friends still want to shatter
The thoughtlessness that comes with
The rude power to assume.
- - -
I think in ordered star charts
I think in wispy clouds
I think in the night's swift zephyr,
I heed little to the ground.
My head is so high up,
I can just dance on the thin air,
I can whisper to the moon,
I can bathe it the stars' glare.
Some may say it's batty,
Maybe a little odd
To think more of nebulas and galaxies
Than of treasure or land abroad.
But I would say they're too down low
With their heads sweeping the earth:
For were given wings for reason,
Why not surrender to our sky's mirth?
Of course, not it be said
That stars are all that matter,
We all need something to keep grounded,
Or even the clouds would have me battered.
But I know that one day,
My eyes will grow weak and my feathers will fade,
But make no mistake,
that when I finish this life-long race,
I'll give myself to the endless stars and space.
And pureness shrouded by unease.
Mystery from where he hails,
And shadows clouding general glee.
Tries to overlap
The murk that whisks behind him,
But fails to shoo away
That clinging atmosphere; so dim.
Uncomfort and displease
Runs rapid
Through all those that he meets
No matter how desperately cordial
He is at his first greet.
Oh, but does it really matter,
In the end,
What strangers just presume?
For his friends still want to shatter
The thoughtlessness that comes with
The rude power to assume.
- - -
I think in ordered star charts
I think in wispy clouds
I think in the night's swift zephyr,
I heed little to the ground.
My head is so high up,
I can just dance on the thin air,
I can whisper to the moon,
I can bathe it the stars' glare.
Some may say it's batty,
Maybe a little odd
To think more of nebulas and galaxies
Than of treasure or land abroad.
But I would say they're too down low
With their heads sweeping the earth:
For were given wings for reason,
Why not surrender to our sky's mirth?
Of course, not it be said
That stars are all that matter,
We all need something to keep grounded,
Or even the clouds would have me battered.
But I know that one day,
My eyes will grow weak and my feathers will fade,
But make no mistake,
that when I finish this life-long race,
I'll give myself to the endless stars and space.
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A prophecy about these two? 0:
@incendivity
About what, exactly? A prophecy usually dictates the future, or warns of peril.At least according to Warriors.
About what, exactly? A prophecy usually dictates the future, or warns of peril.
@incendivity
About what, exactly? A prophecy usually dictates the future, or warns of peril.At least according to Warriors.
About what, exactly? A prophecy usually dictates the future, or warns of peril.
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