Deer adoptables -; hiatus

[JerseyDusk]

((This is a deer that has defiantly caught your silent stalker's eye. P.S. That's me and .243 wodd is a .243 rifle. ))



To him a simple day, an effortless morning.

All it takes for me is the right shot from the .243 wood,

and I can turn his minuscule dawn to a immense dusk.

Weapon in hand, constantly yearning.


I wait a fortnight but only an instant.

And through the scrub he emerges,

Leaping in to my throat my heart pounds.

My moment is coming, I mustn't be absent.


Sliding to a stop, the buck snorts.

Oblivious to my presence, I lift the scope.

He raises his elegant head,

upon which; antlers of brilliant quartz.


My breath, catches in my throat.

I see where to hit and realize,

what I'm really about to do.

My conscious argues like two people on a different note.


Time running short.

I see his muscles bunch,

about to follow his partner.

In my mind's eye I know not to abort.


In a flicker, I raise the gun.

Before the buck can dance away,

The safty is off and the trigger pulled.

The deed is done.

[LostGosling]

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A wind of ice, so true and clean,
yet it's not at all as it may seem.
It's sound and soft, like whispers in the night,
but cruel and calm as it bounds out of sight.
When you hear a low moan, and you whirl around to see,
you're surprised to be alone, though you're sure you heard a plea.
You look all around, and you shake your head twice,
for you have been fooled, by a wind of pure ice.

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A wind of ice was once a solemn soldier,
The spirit of free will rested on it's shoulder.
It's intentions were good, though it's actions were ill,
It danced down the street as a terrible chill.
It killed all it touched, a burden all its own,
It keened and it cried because it was all alone.
It longed for a friend, someone warm and nice,
but no one would have a wind of pure ice.

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Because a wind of ice has no home or family,
it travels the world without the least bit of amity.
It grew bitter and sullen, it's life a constant test,
it envys all loved ones, and wants revenge at best.
So as you sit by the hearth on a cold winter's night,
and you gather with your parent's who hold you so tight.
Don't dare go outside, for there's a dreadful price,
It'll cut you in two, that wind of pure ice.

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Lol, I had alot of fun making that! X3 I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did making it!

[parlaymars]

Major Poem envy i have now, reading that. Absolutely fantastic work

[AgroShadow]

Quite a sight to be seen,
This one is rather un-nerving.
One must be careful, treading so close,
Ice is the most dangerous, as everyone knows.
Throwing his head back in an icy snort,
He is The Destroyer's escort.
No sympathy for who is to approach,
But one that takes no reproach.
He does his duty without remorse,
Through his driving force.
He does have his soft spots, it is true,
One must becareful, or they will break through.
Hardly saved from this icy beast,
Lives are easily ceased.
One may criticize him for his duty,
But it his just his raw beauty.
So again, I must warn you,
Don't try and think this through.
He claims as easily as he is given,
And a pain to be slain.
To live with him is hard,
Just be on your guard.

[Desmond]

Many stags boast of bravery and heart,
And yet they lack the hospitality.
All that they possess is of the wrong part
And their claimed love is not reality.

But those that are different are not blessed
Live without love, nobody to care for.
The does are all taken by the heartless
Leaving those that can love alone and poor.

Fickle Love! Why should one so very sweet
Live without reward, forlorn and alone,
Ensnared by the horns of your wicked beast,
He red and white tossed across your throne?

Let Luck avenge you, Sweet Peppermint soul,
Perhaps one day your heart can be whole.

/shot for making a Shakespearean sonnet

[Temperance.]

Jaji

Through the forest, red and white
Making swift his rapid flight
Like drops of blood on fallen snow
He runs about with Whisper doe
Kind and fierce, bold and true
Flying softly off to you.
This Christmas stag of winter cheer
Portraying all that you hold dear.

Red for love and pain
Both of which can stain
Love a lasting heat
Pain, resounding beat
But also white for peace and cold
Similar in ways untold
For peace can blow like icy wind
O'er those who badly sinned

This stag holds mighty place
Within life's lengthy race
He acts as judge for all who fight,
For those who strive to do whats right.
And those with evil in their heart
Will swiftly with their freedom part.




[Okay so, the title of this poem is Jaji, which is Swahili for the word Justice. I know he's a candycane buck but...I just thought of Justice when I saw him. Red for the pain and love, peace and cold that justice represents. Lol if you want to know how justice represents these things....I can explain it, but it would be a long explanation that I don't wanna type upright now XD]

[small town.]

((Where can we veiw the deer? I havent seen any of the advent deer?))

[Desmond]

They're not on the front page, Paint. c: Paper posts them on the thread to open the rounds.

[ɾïṿεṉḋεll]

I wanna live
I wanna be free
From all these dull pelts all around me
I'm a searchin' for another free soul
Another free soul
Been all 'round
And I'm getten old
So here I am
In the spotlight
Losing my freedom
That's me in the prison
Trying to blend in
I'll never make it
But I gotta try
Every hour
My time closes in
I've revealed it all
Grasp your free will
Your normality
But be different, unique
Dont give up
Just try
Let go, find your dream
Make my old heart happy
Let me see a Christmas miracle
Would you know my face, if you saw me in heaven?
Could you be my friend, if we met up in heaven?
Close your eyes
We'll see the day
'Cus I know I may not make
It may break you down
But it ain't a lie
I've seen my ways
But if I saw you in heaven
Would you know my name, if I saw you in heaven?
Would God let me keep my game?
Lets hope for a Christmas miracle
'Cus I don't belong up here in heaven

((If this needs explaining, read this. This is about a buck, who is unique, and a freedom fighter. He's done somethings he isn't proud of, and wants to know if his friend or son or sweetheart would recognize him when he died. He is dead, and hopes that he will be recognized, and hopes God will let him stay, as he knows he doesn't belong in heaven. If this is too religous, I appoligize, I mean no offence. I just was listening to Eric Clapton, "Tears In Heaven" and I thought that it just tied in, that it was a bit of a hopeful, sad song. I was inspired))

[vee.]

White like freshfallen snow
Red like a Christmas bow
Wrapped around skin-tight
With all of the creator's might
The average man, he cannot see
These colors that envelop me
Only children's eyes perceive
Because to see, you must believe.



Wow everyone's poems for these guys are really awesome, I don't even know if I've got a chance with something so short! xD Good luck everyone♥