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Alright, just post anykind of poetry, made up pokemon or real, doesn't matter. as long as its poetry! biggrin Now for my 1st entry, I have a female mightyena, who WAS leader of her pack. the other is about these two serpentine dragon pokemon I made up when I was little, so I decided to write about them. Enjoy! Rtemis out!

Wolfsong

Far away,
on a mountain,
an untame sound,
a song plays.
One of
joy,
fear,
defeat,
triumph,
anger,
despair,
determination,
hardships,
peace,
war,
life.
The song fills the sky,
her story,
of leadership
and exile.
She howls
in pain,
wanting the harships
to evaporate.
wanting the happy times,
to come back.
Far away,
on a mountain,
at the peak,
the lone figure,
howls her song,
her story,
her life, her
wolfsong.



The Sky Dancers

Flying, gracefully,
with very
fluid movements.
As one, they
dance,
neither faltering, nor
flinching.
A song without
words.
They ebb and
flow.
The ultimate
ballet.
Their dragon
dance.
Across the
sky,
the dancers'
finale.
a soft, whispering
breeze.
They both corkscrew
upward,
and one falls,
dropping,
down, closer to earth,
but,
the other dives down,
faster, further,
and catches the other.
Then they
bow.


Watcha think?

Thank u!!! Really, I needed to hear peoples opinions because I was very unsure about them. biggrin
Every once in a while 4 no apparent reason, I think of random haikus. And the shel silverstein ones r funny.

Now that I look at it again, the dragon one does remind me of a spiral : D

I've got another one! This one is hot off the press- It is about a wood sprite and how her home was threatened- the name is coincidence to wolfsong k?

Woodsong

Running in the woods,
a sprite of nature,
is free.
She soars with the birds,
She swims with the fish,
She sprints with the deer,
She sunbathes with the flowers.
One with nature,
she has conversations,
with catapillars,
whoos with the owls,
and dancees in the blossoms of cherry.
She can speak their ancient language,
of course.
One day though,
a little birdy told her,
that humans wanted,
to tear down their home.
She rallied the creatures of their home,
and made a circle around the forest,
locked hand and hand,
and moved their forest,
to a fantasy world,
the wood sprite though,
heavily drained of energy,
decided her time was up.
With a smile and a wave,
She closed her eyes,
and reached her arms,
towards the sky,
Her legs and feet,
became roots,
her body,
grew larger,
and became a trunk.
Her arms and head,
branched out,
and she looked like,
at the time,
an upside down tree.
Then from her branches,
cherry blossoms appeared,
with a light breeze gusting,
and the forest was covered,
as a gift,
with the fragrace,
and beauty,
of the way trees,
sing and dance,
even though she was chained,
and no longer free,
she gifted her friends,
of sky,
of land,
of water,
of green,
with protection, and
woodsong.

I'll keep trying to crank them out biggrin

but since I'm sick, ugh, That task will be difficult.

Thank u!

meh, I'll go lay down now and have some ramen later.

AAACKKKKK
pounding-headache-make-it-stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!