[Zax]

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b] Mare
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b] 13 hh
[b]What is her favorite fruit?:[/b]
[b]Why is it her favorite fruit?:[/b]
[b]Short poem about her favorite fruit:[/b]


Poem can be from the internet or by you.

DEADLINE: March 31st
EDITS: Yes.

[dogish]

Username:
Name:
Gender: Mare
Age:
Height: 13 hh
What is her favorite fruit?:
Why is it her favorite fruit?:
Short poem about her favorite fruit:

reserve please c;

[AustrianAce]

Username:
Name: Irish name starting with Cao something can't remember
Gender: Mare
Age:
Height: 13 hh
What is her favorite fruit?:
Why is it her favorite fruit?:
Short poem about her favorite fruit:

[~north~]

Username: Trou
Name: Brontë
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 years
Height: 13 hh
What is her favorite fruit?: Brontë loves the simple wild strawberry.
Why is it her favorite fruit?: Brontë loves the strawberry first for its colour: perhaps it's because she herself is rather gray and not very flashy, but she's always admired the strawberry's irresistable hue. It also seems very cheerful to her, and as she herself tends to be rather melancholy, it's a trait she enjoys. And she especially admires the fact that a strawberry is EXACTLY what it promises to be: its outward brightness is matched by a sunny, brilliant flavour; not hypocritical, not surprising, fulfilling itself in every way possible.
Short poem about her favorite fruit:

[Inupait]

Username: Inupait
Name: Rouge
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 years
Height: 13 hh
What is her favorite fruit?: The simple Apple
Why is it her favorite fruit?: Rouge loves the simple, underappriciated little apple because of its abundance an tones of flavour. The likes the texture of this juicy fruit between her teeth. She also loves apples because the grass always tastes sweeter under the shade of an apple tree. The fallen apples even make her feel a little woozy and silly but she likes to share them with her 'dates'
Short poem about her favorite fruit: I'm so sorry it's not short but I love this poem so so much!!

Rain hazes a street cart's green umbrella but not its apples, heaped in paper cartons, dry under cling film. The apple man,
who shirrs his mouth as though eating tart fruit, exhibits four like racehorses at auction: Blacktwig, Holland, Crimson King, Salome.
I tried one and its cold grain jolted memory: a hill where meager apples fell so bruised that locals wondered why we scooped them up,
my friend and I, in matching navy blazers. One bite and I heard her laughter toll, free as school's out, her face flushed in late sun.
I asked the apple merchant for another, jaunty as Cezanne's still-life reds and yellows, having more life than stillness, telling us,
uncut, unpeeled, they are not for the feast but for themselves, and building strength to fly at any moment, leap from a skewed bowl,
whirl in the air, and roll off a tilted table. Fruit-stand vendor, master of Northern Spies, let a loose apple teach me how to spin
at random, burn in light and rave in shadows. Bring me a Winesap like the one Eve tasted, savored and shared, and asked for more.
No fool, she knew that beauty strikes just once, hard, never in comfort. For that bitter fruit, tasting of earth and song, I'd risk exile.
The air is bland here. I would forfeit mist for hail, put on a robe of dandelions, and run out, broken, to weep and curse — for joy.
~Credit goes to the writer of this poem! I don't Remember who it is but Im looking!

[northy.]

Username: *BlueWolf*
Name: Delilah Mae Jackson
Gender: Mare
Age: 2 years
Height: 13 hh
What is her favorite fruit?: pear
Why is it her favorite fruit?: she loves the strong smell and the sweet taste she just adores pear, she would eat them for hours if she could, and it was also the second fruit she ever tasted, after apple.
Short poem about her favorite fruit:
The tree,
The tree,
The pears on the tree,
they are so high up in the sky,
the speckled green skin,
the sweet juice inside,
pear after pear
I love them so!
they may not be for all but they are for me,
they just make me so happy.

[Southern sweetie]

I really need a pretty mare c:


Username: ireland
Name: burlesque
Gender: Mare
Age: 5
Height: 13 hh
What is her favorite fruit?:
Why is it her favorite fruit?:
Short poem about her favorite fruit:

[versicolor]

Username: versicolor
Name: Lore
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 years
Height: 13 hh
What is her favorite fruit?: watermelon
Why is it her favorite fruit?: Well, there are lots of reasons that Lore loves watermelons! Being the childish equid that she is, she likes to spit the seeds at things as "target practice". Often she will sneak up on unsuspecting friends and fire on them without mercy, assaulting them with a shower of watermelon seeds. Her friends have gotten into a habit of hiding watermelons from her so that she will not feel inclined to engage in such activities. She also does enjoy the taste of watermelon and finds them to be especially refreshing on a hot summer's day. She just loves the crunch of biting into a juicy watermelon and tasting that rush of revitalizing flavor.
Short poem about her favorite fruit:
I'll take a bite...
or two
or three
or more
of bright red flesh
that quenches my parched lips
and the sticky juice drips down my nose
as the faint taste overtakes my tongue.

a coal black seed sits in my mouth...
or two
or three
or more
waiting to launch in one swift motion
hurling toward my next victim
their unsuspecting peace
disrupted by a frenzy of black bullets.

I've eaten an entire watermelon...
or two
or three
or more
and I don't think I'll stop quite yet
despite protests from my aching stomach
I just can't get enough
of this summer's afternoon treat.

- by me

[BIGBANGisVIP]

Username: BIGBANGisVIP
Name: Vashti (Persian meaning "excellent, beautiful")
Gender: Mare
Age: 4
Height: 13 hh
What is her favorite fruit?: Lychee
Why is it her favorite fruit?: She loves the white grape like skin of the lychee and the perfume like fragrance.
Short poem about her favorite fruit:
You are a bubble of liquid
Enclosed in a fine skin of gossamer
And protected by an outer leathery skin

If I am not careful when shucking you of your outer layer,
You weep pale white tears, sweet and cool
Upon my cracked, dried skin

When I bite into you, it is a joyous explosion of sensation
Sweet juices flooding my mouth
Until I come across your hidden core

At your heart is a pit, dark and smooth
Shaped like an almond
Which catches my fine white teeth, and makes them draw away.

-poem belongs to its rightful owner

[rax]

Username: Raxacorico
Name: Bliss
Gender: Mare
Age: 5
Height: 13 hh
What is her favorite fruit?: Mangoes
Why is it her favorite fruit?: Bliss takes time to enjoy the sweet things in life. She has yet to taste a fruit, or any food for that matter, that is sweeter and juicier than a mango. When she finds a rare moment of peace in her hectic, busy life, Bliss will snack on a mango and close her eyes to imagine herself at a tranquil, tropical beach.
Short poem about her favorite fruit:

How different is a mango
From the ambrosia of Olympus
Which we were so envious of?
The golden, heavenly nectar,
Alluring, mouthwatering aroma,
Even the tropical skin attracts the eye
And eventually the mouth.
It seems we have no need for envy,
For, we have the pleasure of tasting
Our own ambrosia in mangoes.