[dogfury]

dogfury
Melody
female

a red rose, she was
defined by thorns and scarlet
she hurt ones who loved

[Blazestar-FireClan]

Username: Blazestar-FireClan
Name: Thorn
Gender: Female
Poem that reminds you of them: (can be any type of poem) A rose, a scarlet rose, only defined by her thorns. Ordinary to most, but extraordinary to me. Her scarlet petals dripped with rain, her thorns giving way. That thorned rose will forever be mine, for that rose was never scarlet

Ahhhh my poem is sooooo terrible... My inspiration was actually my love for red, spiky things... I hope I get this Kalon its so beautiful!!!!!! Gl to everyone

[MelMellyMel]

Username: MelMellyMel
Name: Percy
Gender: Male
Poem that reminds you of them:

The Symbol of Love and Heartbreak; a sonnet by MelMellyMel (That's me!)

Love is a funny thing, as you can see,
Others striving and craving to find it.
I know what you're thinking, what about me?
It is of no importance, not one bit.

For soon after thy red rose is received,
It will yeild to an imminent demise.
Joy shall turn so sickeningly diseased,
Rotting away throughout your ceaseless cries.

Keep your precious love is what I now say,
Trap yourself in its false, tempting daydream.
More roses likely to show up come May,
Until they too fall apart at the seam.

The red rose mark on me makes me so sick,
They seem so nice until you get a prick.


(I actually really like what I was able to do with this poem surprisingly as I don't write them often. Also just noticed the double meaning the last line could have, take if how you will! X"D)

[hazilnut]

Username: hazilnut
Name: Rosaline Tabone
Gender: Female

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Poem that reminds you of them:

|| Dear Rosaline- An original poem by hazilnut ||

|| Dear Rosaline it pains me ||
|| to see you hide away. ||
|| Petals fold to leering night ||
|| as should ope for blessed day. ||

|| Oh bare thy stomach little one ||
|| and shed thy scarlet tears. ||
|| A wilted rose the only soul ||
|| to hark thy youthful fears. ||

|| See them drift unto the ground ||
|| as crimson dead dreams do. ||
|| Petals 'n tears blur in silver light ||
|| 'til so much one as two. ||

|| But dear Rosaline do heed me ||
|| and do not shut thy door. ||
|| While one day may end in sorrow ||
|| there's still yet untold more. ||

|| And when larks herald light's return ||
|| and sun spears pierce the gloom. ||
|| Promise me but just one thing ||
|| Promise me you'll bloom. ||

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Extra:

When I was born the doctors told my parents they were lucky I had made it.
My father smiled, placed his paw on my mother's and said quite simply,
"It was not luck."

When my father was offered the job in Mantua we were showered with congratulations on our luck.
And again he just replied,
"It was not luck."

When we were in the accident, when I survived and my mother did not,
My father spoke unbidden,
"It was not luck."

He looked at me at this, and I shivered though it was summer.
We spoke less and less.

When the horticulture school accepted me only air breathed good wishes.
It was I who defended myself,
"It was not luck."

When the winter snap hit us I bent over frost-burnt roses.
Again I murmured,
"It was not luck."

Life did not improve come spring.
My grades dropped; the school threatened to drop me.
Then his letter arrived and shortly so did he.
And we sat through dinner as if we were strangers; which in a way we were.
Until we cried and he explained what he had always meant by,
"It was not luck."

That winter the cold did not steal my roses.
And that winter we said it together,
"It was not luck."

[snowdrake]

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Poem that reminds you of them:
With every ending is a beginning 
That follows it closer 
Than a leaf chases the breeze 
Maybe that's why 
The sunrise and the sunset 
Are so hard to distinguish between 
Sometimes they're fiery 
As if resistant to change 
But other times they're soft and subtle 
As if the clouds and the sun know 
That it is the right time 
To let go 
Both are an ending and a beginning 
No matter how people 
Interpret their 
Beauty

by Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski

WIP

[ChosenFetus]

Username: Thechosenblackwolf
Name: Crimson
Gender: Female
Poem that reminds you of them:
Roses are red
poems are blue

Crimson makes everyone
cling to a pen.

[lexthedestroyer]

Username: lexthedestroyer
Name: Glade
Gender: Male
Poem that reminds you of them:
Kjære, babygulrot
Liten
Stygg
Lever i gulrotens skygge
Babygulrot.

Translation:
Dear, baby carrot
Small
Ugly
Lives in carrot shadow
Baby Carrot.

Poem written by Henrik Ibsen, original writing in Norwegian

[toshinori]

res

Username:
Name:
Gender:
Poem that reminds you of them: (can be any type of poem)

[suds]

drip drip drip,

she holds the fork in her hand
the socket-face frowns up at her
coffee stains litter the ceiling
like the blemishes on her mothers table
her hair hangs upside down in tendrils
is it blonde, black, blue? ginger, red, gray?
it depends on how you look
how close is she to an open window?
is her prim face buried in the holy book?

is she portugese, white, hispanic? black, asian, indian?
each adjective i lay may mold the image in your head
id you think of her with long hair or cut?
her eyes open or shut? freckles or glasses?
bold eyelashes or a button nose?
did you think of someone you know?
whats the setting, your room? a house or an apartment?
is it dark or is there a light?
is she alone or with a friend?
are they both preparing for the end?

lets add a plot twist, the fork is plastic
is she too poor for metal cutlery or is she scared?
does she get up and leave or still sit there?
what does she look like, whats her mental health?
but most of all, did you think of yourself?

username;
aeiou

name;
camilla june teliope

gender;
cis female

[noah.]

Username: loser.
Name: amias
Gender: agender

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow --
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

[everyone seemed to do 'love poems' so i tried
something else lol]