when Kindness withers
and Laughter dies
Generosity ages
Honesty says goodbye
Magic stayed longer
soon to perish
what good is Loyalty
With no one to cherish?
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CamRad18
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Here comes the feels train! Have some rhymes n' stuff.
when Kindness withers
and Laughter dies
Generosity ages
Honesty says goodbye
Magic stayed longer
soon to perish
what good is Loyalty
With no one to cherish?
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brohoofs are nice, but comments would be most appreciated.
Five stood ‘round one graveside
Tears in their eyes
“Kindness may pass
but never truly dies”
Four sat ‘round one graveside
Near another old plot
“Keep Ponyville laughing
That’s what she would want”
Three knelt ‘round one graveside
Their sextet now halved
“Death took the one thing
She’d have taken back”
Two lay ‘round one graveside
Near four aging stones
“A hard truth to swallow;
she found her way home”
One cried at the graveside
of five dear old friends
“such morbid irony
by life’s cruel pen”
Naught stirred at the graveside
save life incarnate
words left unspoken
dripped upon granite
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The poem you never knew you loved, now in blog form!
The flick of a thumb
A silent wish
Sent sailing through the air
A flash of silver
Bright and bold
Into the stony lair
It brushed past hopes
Skimmed empty wants
And grazed by dreams long held
Plinked off regrets
Crashed into lies
And chipped old promises
A flash of silver
Bright and bold
Led on by gravity
And when echoed a
Tiny splash
It didn’t change a thing
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Hey guys! Just adding this poem to my blog. You may have seen it in a topic already (probably not).
Brohoof, comment, and criticize please.
All of my poetry
has the same
mood
and
rhyme
fourteen
syllables in
every line even stanzas
somber
mood
what a metaphor
for life
ruts
and grooves
press repeat
playback
what a metaphor
for life
ruts
and grooves
press repe-stop!
bre
ak the rules
frac
ture the monotony
be spontaneous
and unpredictable
aggressive goldfish
final piece
of
advice
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Want to read another poem I wrote? ...Too bad, I'm posting it anyway. (Criticism highly encouraged!)
Choices choices choices
Whizzing by now gone
Chances chances chances
Hope there's more than one
An on-rails adventure
Going faster than
You'd like
Growing pains abound
Maturing quicker than
Is right
Choices choices choices
Whizzing by now gone
Chances chances chances
Hope there's more than one
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Hey guys! I figured I'd start dropping some poems here since I haven't really used this blog at all. I'd appreciate some criticism.
Born as a leader
But not equipped to be one
Taking the follower
Down dangerous paths
Forging ahead
With blind mistakes and follies
The pathway scares him
But he cannot go back
The errors leave marks
And create wounds slow to heal
Leader warns follower
Blood drawn all the same
Not wanting this role
Yet behind footsteps echo
The unworthy leader
Feels far too much shame
The journey goes on
The danger worsens each day
Can’t the follower see?
The leader is flawed
Words fall on deaf ears
“My mistakes shouldn’t be yours!”
The follower looks up
Eyes filled with one thought
Undeserved admiration
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Really hoping the title doesn't bring about unnecessary warning points...
Here's one poem written in two different forms. Comment, brohoof, criticize, and/or name your favorite barn animal.
The clock on the wall
is quite shifty indeed.
He goes back on his promises
forth on his greed.
He’ll yell out the hour
then, just as you turn.
The minutes will crumble
The seconds will burn.
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The clock
Selfish and cruel
A prank where you’re the fool
Addictive to submissive
tick tock
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Think about it...
I sit alone;
a man, a stone.
What nature calls it’s own.
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Just a thought that popped into my head. This isn't a random sentence, however. There's a definite meaning to it.
I find there is a
simple
sort of
elegance in the
angel’s
broken
wings
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CamRad18 rhymes again!
Each night I raise failure;
beauty, scarred.
My artwork corrupted;
essence, marred.
My Magnum Opus;
night’s gem, dusk’s pearl.
a former prison;
greed’s wings, unfurled.
Black canvas flaunts ego;
power, abused.
The dreamer’s haven;
sanctum, misused.
Come dawn I snuff exile;
choices, bold.
My signature piece;
distant, cold.
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It's sort of about Discord but not really. Let me put it this way, when I wrote it I didn't intend it to have a Discord vibe.
It would be super awesome if you left a comment about what you liked, didn't like, etc.
The Master of Chaos does as he wants
an imbalanced equation brought to life
his mind a place filled with erratic thoughts
a paradox and contradiction spliced
no rule can bind, no law can keep him back
like capturing the fog using a net
too many definitions to keep track
infinity collides with man’s intent
the cornerstone of Age, Progress, and Time
yet equally as dangerous to their cause
a foe? a friend? Intentions he does hide
you can’t hope to cajole this ancient god
The Master of Chaos conforms for none
a living mismatch looking for some fun
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