#poems!

[thehopelessyouth]

Your reach betrays you.

Your heart laid bare.

Empty and…

Bah…

We have not the time for one such as you.

A Fool is after all.

A Fool.

Selithar looked at the note and frowned. He snorted, crumpling the paper and tossing it aside before looking around for his would-be antagonist. His hand pressed to his chest, and his hand went out wide as he belted out his retort. My reach doesn't betray me A statement most foul I would rather bathe in ants Then listen to your growl. You call me a fool? That is a laugh! I shall laugh whole-heartedly At your misconstrued Gaff Call me what you will. I will not stress. For I have a guiding light that soothes me The Lovely Lioness.

[your-daily-desert-weather]

A poem for the pumpkins Orange, round, full of malice For their square brother At least he can survive The water's smother

[cotccotc]

[ #23 ] :

think of me when i’m not there;

when you are all alone.

for loneliness is an interim

but i can be your home.

[gardenerian]

Hey, Mel 🤗 It's been a while since I've been in your inbox, so I come bearing gifts 😋 Found a pretty poem and it made Vey and I think of you:

At the touch of you,

As if you were an archer with your swift hand at the bow,

The arrows of delight shot through my body.

You were spring,

And I the edge of a cliff,

And a shining waterfall rushed over me.

Lots of hugs 🤗💜

evie! hello! ily and i love this! arrows of delight! you were spring! a shining waterfall! YES. beautiful. ty for sharing this with me 🥰 yall know i love a poem!

[tw-poems]

Riddle Rosehearts

Little robin

Tied up in ribbons

Why do you suffer so?

Little robin

Tied up in traditions

And struggling to please mother so

Why, may I ask,

Dear little robin

Oh why do you suffer so?

With your ribbon chains

Made form mother dear’s reign

With nothing to gain

From the misery and pain

No time for tea or roses red

No, it’s best to keep your head

Least the jubjub bird come

Or worse yet, the bandersnatch!

Who would drag you down

To beat you and eat you

Or perhaps the jabberwocky

Would come to you at night

Whispering sweet delights

That mother dear definitely wouldn’t like

Oh, wouldn’t that be nice?

[minetra]

birds, how i envy them

with their power of flight as they mock my featherless limbs

with their simply lives, their minimal needs

with their beautiful shades of brown, or colourful array of colours

i envy how they are simply exist

yet there are ugly birds, birds of every shape and size

ones that cannot fly, such as i

yet they are still birds, beautiful as their cousins who soar the skies

and then i realize

that the beauty of nature is not limited to birds

[blackcat-midnight-thatsme]

I only keep talking cuz I’m afraid you’d leave if the silence settles in

SG

Excerpts from an original short story| please don’t copy nor repost without permission