[Charboo]

Look! Another adopt I will forget to judge! : D
This will be a simple.... Poem comp. Make the poem say the tolter's name at least 5 times within it. ♥

Username: Lryebird
Name: Fawn
Gender: Stallion
Dam: N/a
Sire: N/a
Offspring: N/a

[feverdream]

a gold sunshine glimmer,
a deep blue lake shimmer,
a brand new dawn is here,
a sun's light glow will sear.

a doe and a fawn treading,
see where they're heading.
a pale butterfly flutters,
and bubbly creek sputters.

small tan rabbits hopping,
a beavers teeth chopping.
the meadow is awakening,
a bright sun is hastening.

a cloud like a cotton ball,
the sun no longer a sliver.
a light, golden orb alight,
a bird overhead, in flight.

hooves trotting ever light,
echoing with quiet might.
a heavy breath is echoing,
a pale creature, exhaling.

a pale horse trotting slow,
listening to a creek flow.
rider mounted ever steady,
she leans to canter, ready.

wip

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Poem Here

[moonlit.]

Res

Like someone thats going to kill bkaze later...
And chew on their fingers at night and stay up at night to draw reverse dapple snakes
Motha boon, Bkaze is trying to eat me

[vincent,]

sorry, I don't have time to write a poem and I don't have enough inspiration. ;n;

mooneypoopoo and dlurr and all you guys trying out. I wish you lots and lots of luck! <3

Username: blazen.
Name:
Gender: mare
Halter color:
Poem: wip

res like a boss better than moon and dlurr
and like person thats gonna eat them for dinner after throwing them into cool aid red wine to stain their precious clothes
motha boon, moon is an evil meanie
I'm still gonna eat moon though

[chaton,]

name;; Fawn |x| gender;; Stallion |x| halter;; Based on a deer
personality;; childish - skittish - quiet

snow banks give way to green
and mother earth begs to be seen
life begins anew, hearts aflutter
rivers begin to spout and sputter

and during all this, the sun uncovers
a tawny pelt that draws butterflies to hover
beneath the snow, warm and withdrawn
hid a doe and her fawn!

through the day the pair are woken
as the wind brings promise spoken
of grass and flowers springing sweet
not even they could pass up such a treat

so doe and fawn shake off sleep
but the forest stills, not a peep
all are drove back to shelter
as clouds bring in a heavy pelter

for with the earth's new life
so to does come a storm's strife
doe and fawn are left to wonder
when would end the reign of thunder

but like all else the storm does end
doe and fawn free once again
in her ears, the doe doesn't miss
the unmistakable sound of a hiss

rather than fright and flee
the doe does discover a creature wee
she hides her fawn among the bush
and chases predator with a push

there in the melted snow did lay
a horse so small, with a pitiful neigh
and on looked the curious fawn
fleetingly worried if the horse would live on

setting to work the doe licked
warming the creature, lickety split!
and truth be told the creamy coat
reminded the doe of the fawn she boasts

fawn and horse, within the hour
had become best friends, neither cowers
until that night, with the setting sun
the darkness that fell halted all fun

with her family grown by one
the doe, the fawn, and her adoptive son
returned, weary and wanting rest
to their home, a fern-lined nest

the next morning again it rained
and with it came dogs well trained
they scoured the forest, groups of three
until they found their quarry, beneath that tree

through the night the call had been made
a missing horse, a reward to take
doe and fawn were quick to flee
but horse not so much, hoof caught in tree

the dogs, however, did not harm
only sounded their alarm
and through the brush came a human
horse and girl, a warm reunion

and to this day, all grown and tame
the doe and fawn still came
to visit their friend, a horse named Fawn
the three together, a bond so fond

and thus ends our story
at least for now, till newfound glory


sorry for loong post. i got a little carried away ;w; name count (fawn): [12/5]

[heyheygirl101]

Username: heyheygirl101
Name: Last Spring Frost // Tulip
Gender: Mare
Halter color: frost covered tulips
Poem:
Winter has come to an end,
it has become spring once again.
Though winter is never truly done,
until the last spring frost has won.
As flowers bloom in the beaming sun,
the wind warns of a frost to come.
Tulips dance along the breeze,
unaware of the danger it brings.
the night grows cold and dark,
snuffing out life that never bloomed.
The morning comes with a shining sun,
the look of the last spring frost makes one run.
A look at the tulips falling to the ground,
the last spring frost has one another round.

[guilttripping]

Username: OvercastKid
Name: Twilight Wow! That's Loud 'Zephyrus
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Black
Poem:
Zephyrus the west wind, a light wind
In his graceful horse form, not thought to have sinned
As the hooves strike the ground, he was the spring call
Zephyrus brazen neigh echoes for miles as he stands tall
On the beach, where he begins and ends
Galloping now, Zephyrus starts his journey
Once which he as done for all eternity
Bringing a fructifying wind for the world
Zephyrus' powerful hooves worry the sand
Nobody knows where he came from and what land
In the form of a horse, Zephyrus, the messenger of spring.
A time to be celebrated and a time to sing.

[Netherland Dwarf]

Username: Netherland Dwarf
Name: I am the Sunshine // Bee
Gender: Mare
Halter color: White with a wittle bee on it
Poem:

Below the snow covered mountain tops
Above the shiny deep
Through the caves of mysterious wonders
Far into the world that creeps

Not a child's yell to be heard
The age lost to the wind
Nothing here,
Except the Bee's tiny blend

Throwing way to the dead ones
Lay the heart of a missed one
Nothing here,
Except the Bee's tiny hum

Loud claps of mother nature,
A storm that won't hold still
Nothing here,
Except the Bee's tiny shrills

Wind turning, Grass flashing
Branches of new and old thrown without care
Nothing here,
Except the Bee's tiny blare

Suddenly

The world changes
And everything thrown to shame,
The flowers die,
The grass cries,
Things gone, like the oaks
Nothing here,
Except the Bee's one last choke

c:
Nope, not mad at all today

[Cloud']

Username: Cloud'
Name: Freedom
Gender: Mare
Halter color: Dark brown leather with gold
Poem:

Being free to go where you want
No discrimination, not being daunt
No poverty and enough food for all
This is what they call freedom

Making your own decisions
Living with no provisions
Pursuing the life that you dream of
This is what we call freedom

No strings that trap you
And being respected too
Running free with the wind
This is what she calls freedom

Struggling and fighting
Each day of her life
Kicking and biting
There was so much strife
Trying so hard and reaching her goal
This is why she's called Freedom.

[snowflop]

Username:
snowflop

Name:
Faded Love/ Lalna

Gender:
Male

Halter color:
Lilac, with darker purple hearts

Poem:
Love can be lasting
Love can be fleeting
Love can be something in-between
But what is love for Lalna?

Love is something
That makes Lalna happy
Something that makes him feel
good in every fibre of his being

Love is something
That can hurt Lalna
As it hurt many others before him
And will hurt many after

Love is something
That can heal Lalna
It can mend to the cuts it made
and heal what it has broken


Love is something
That cannot be understood
But Lalna doesn't mind
Because love is a game
and what's life without a little fun?