[j. bourne]

I hope you guys like this first one...

username: flurry ♥
name: a dangerous entity || harm
gender: stallion
eye color: blue
dam: --
sire: --

[dreamwalker]

amny, its gorgeous! I may try out if i get the patience to write a poem, though im horrid at poetry xD
in that case i will most definitely enter x3

username: dreamwalker
show name (optional): --
name: Masquerade
gender: mare
halter color: deep red
poem:

Behind my mask of silver and gold
My identity is hidden well
No one sees past the masquerade
The beauty of the mask puts them under a spell
They get lost in swirling patterns
Of crushed velvet in midnight blue
In a trance and blind to the truth

poem credit

[Netherland Dwarf]

username: netherland dwarf
show name (optional): Clover's Lucky Dance
name: Clover
gender: Mare
halter color: Blue
poem:

When the shadows fall down
Life disappears all around
But when you wish upon the only star
We know your not to far
We send help for you within
And when the sun comes crashing in
You know the freedom has begin
And you know that you can fight back
Taking what is rightfully yours back
But when you realize something new
The light that has come, only came because of you

ALL CREDITS OF POEM GO TO ME
(I do realize I said begin)

[TheToyMaker]

username: TheToyMaker
show name (optional): TTT Nevermore
name: Raven
gender: Stallion
halter color: Black and Silver
poem:

The Raven- Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" -
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never - nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore:
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting -
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

[hiraeth + hound]

username: infallible.
show name (optional): Gaits of Ink
name: Moore
gender: Stallion
halter color: Light tan/ Ivory color with black ink splatters and buckles
poem:
(This beautiful babe's markings reminded me of ink as soon as I saw them, it's so fitting for it to be a poem related contest!)
My ink runs deeper than paper.
It runs on my skin and heart, mapping my character
and giving me my art.

Poem credits to Cayla Frazier

[Saturn V]

username: ~snowball~
show name (optional): Wrapped in a riddle
name: Ridly
gender: Stallion
halter color: looks like burned paper
poem:

behind the mask
is a story untold
whether it is new
whether is it old

a story of life
a story of death
it only matters to one

unlike no other
once this story is told
it still holds
a mystery wrapped in a riddle

[feverrr]

username: Flurry, own 1 Tolter.
show name: A Dangerous Entity.
name: Harm, nickname's Harmy.
gender: Harm is a male: he him.
halter color: Ice blue, at almost
white, similar to his eyes. Black
and white stripe,s on the cheek
strap and the nose-band as well.
poem:

I wear a mask, of different shades,
But my words are as sharp as blades.
I may seem, at first glance, shallow,
but I will follow you, like a shadow.
I can see you but you can not see me,
I flow silently, like a boat, on a sea.
Dark as the night, light as the snow,
I will follow you, wherever you do go.
If you want to know my own identity,
you will find I am a dangerous entity.

By me.

[hunnybee]

Username: one_spicy_kitten
Show Name (optional): Sonata Treble
Name: Sonata
Gender: Stallion
Halter Colour: Red
Poem:
More loudly to inveigh against your absence,
Raising the volume by at least a third,
Humbly I say I’ve written this immense
Astonishing “Sonata” word by word,
With leitmotivs you’ll wish you’d never heard,
And a demented, shattering Cadenza.
I’m pained to say that scholarship insists
Cadenzas are conclusion to Concertos,
Not Sonatas—true Sonatas close
With what pedantic musicologists,
Waving their Ph.D.s beneath my nose,
Persist in calling Recapitulation.
My double ending is a Variation:
I couldn’t choose between them once I chose
To write two endings, so, because I wrote a
Recapitulation and Cadenza,
My piece concludes two times—and then it ends
Again because I’ve added on a Coda.

To brush up on Sonata structure: first,
The Exposition sounds two melodies,
Deeply dissimilar, in different keys,
Major and minor. Part Two is a burst
Of brainstorms scholars call Development,
In which the two themes of the Exposition
Are changed and rearranged past recognition,
Distorted, fragmented, dissolved, and blent
Into chromatic superimposition,
Till, imperceptibly, two themes unite.
And then, if everything is going right,
The piece concludes in Recapitulation.

[SunsetPatches]

username: SunsetPatches
show name (optional): SL Allegrezza(Italian/music studies: quickly, joyfully)
name: Aria (italian: literally, 'air'; an operatic solo)
gender: mare
halter color: pastel purple with dark mulberry edging and silver fittings

poem:
so cliche, but my favourite poem is Daffodils, by Wordsworth. cx
(It's so much greater when spoken aloud though, the vowel sounds are so smooth and beautiful ok i'll stop being a nerd now)

I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretch'd in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: -
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company!
I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought.

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills
And dances with the daffodils.

[j. bourne]

username: Flurry, own 1 Tolter.
show name: A Dangerous Entity.
name: Harm, nickname's Harmy.
gender: Harm is a male: he him.
halter color: Ice blue, at almost
white, similar to his eyes. Black
and white stripe,s on the cheek
strap and the nose-band as well.
poem:

I wear a mask, of different shades,
But my words are as sharp as blades.
I may seem, at first glance, shallow,
but I will follow you, like a shadow.
I can see you but you can not see me,
I flow silently, like a boat, on a sea.
Dark as the night, light as the snow,
I will follow you, wherever you do go.
If you want to know my own identity,
you will find I am a dangerous entity.

By me.



congrats! he's yours!
this was very hard to judge, for i loved all of your guys' poems <3