Poetry Dump!

[TenthSpeedWriter]

I would like to take this here thread and make myself a little collection of poetry. Full and brutal critique is welcome and encouraged! (See:

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Not all of my work (not much at all, in fact) has to do directly with MLP:FiM, but it and the fandom around it have been an awesome source of inspiration in the past couple of weeks. After enjoying so much wonderful visual, audial, and written art from the community, I thought I might offer something in return.

[TenthSpeedWriter]

Silver

Dry leaves on the summer breeze

turned brown before their fall

hum dirges for the upturned roots

before the storm cloud wall

Branches lay in somber piles

the deluge in the earth

a lonely cry o'er shattered eggs

the mother mourning dove

But muggy air is wet with life

a wash of green must flow

from the sun to drown the soil

where steadfast seeds shall grow.

[TenthSpeedWriter]

Stoic

The sickle songs of petty bards

and war refrains of doves and larks

cannot my gold heart move

I sit atop my throne of stone

and for our crimes I shall atone

in vigil keen and shrewd

to You precious fools who fill my homes

assail my streets with hardened soles/souls

I give no bitter stare

I only rest unmoving eyes

Upon horizons, past which lie

the storms you Do Not fear

O' people of the blessed land

Suckle from my sanctioned bands

the Life which I provide

And stack your well-worked, calloused hands

into the circle, man to man

all Equals bound in blood

[TenthSpeedWriter]

And a piece that I've only just written, and would love critique on:

Tame

Seven Wild Horses

In a broken Dancer's race

know no prey-er, nightly threat.

Come the howling men.

Host of takers, wielding hate

slash and burn sons, no regret

charge by night with bridle grin

for Seven Wild Horses.

[TenthSpeedWriter]

Fifth Initial

Again

I am awake on a fresh sun-up

this one glowing, not quite muggy

Again

My pens are wet and texts stacked

for rapid deployment, due reference

Again

There will be curvature in my vectors

deflection of my support

Again

I will turn to face my little devils

doubts and digits insignificant

Again

The learning of a lifetime

will strut before me

And I will seize it

savor it

and rise with shoulders back

as my little devils

tuck their tails and flee.

[TenthSpeedWriter]

Spell

I see in these

functions,

these well-defined

relationships

the beauty of the divine.

In our crude symbols of

algebra,

we imagify the scenes

written by gods

hands

We delve into great

magics

understanding the many

faceted workings of

reality

and like daring

Sorcerers

we learn their mystery

and engineer fantastic

spells

to fill our gray-faced

cities

with under-appreciated

wonder.