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We have received word from Fencer that other's poetry can be posted to this board. These are the two conditions: 1) When someone posts a known copyrighted poem, he must add the author's name as well 2) If the author is not known, the poem can be posted without problems
Vestlusringide loetelu
Sa ei tohi sellesse vestlusringi kirjutada. Madalaim lubatud liikmelisustase sellesse vestlusringi kirjutamiseks on Ajuratsu.
thank you stardust,night of the full moon was also a poetry contest winner but like scarlet said they want an arm and a leg for the book they printing your poem in. so i just quit entering
It is the night of the full moon. A night of song for wolves,but at last the night is still.No wolves sing their songs of lonliness to the moon. There isn't even a chirp heard from a cricket. It is dead silence:Everyone and everything is settled in for the night's slumber.In the house here isn't even the sound of footsteps in the corridors. They too are silent and dark. Only the lowly moon shines in the night sky as a cool breeze blows up.It shines, but it still looks lonely.
Now that the conflict is over,can we foresee it's outcome? Which ripples like little waves on the waters of time?No. I don't think so. It is an unforseeable future that we can't fathom. As sisters goes, is there still love there?A sense of belonging. You say let's not talk for awhile. I need time to heal and lick my wounds. I turn away tail tucked and defeated. I hate the taste of humblle pie, is at times most bitter, but I feel I did what was best I removed myself from the battlefield. A seasoned soldier in flight, wishing that there was no casualities. I only find the wounded. Shall we carry it to the infirmary? I turned away from the scene with tear stained eyes. Wishing that things could of had a different outcome. Battle worn,torn and sworn to protect that which is ours.
when the earth embraced in the solitude of the midnight hours the song of the wolf echoes through the wilderness. Summoning the mystical spirits of his ancestors, this vigilant sentinel of the night seeks the power of the past so that he may lead his pack with cunning and courage!