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revenantpoet · 8 months
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Lovely and Terrible Creatures: A Collection of Dragon Poetry
For the truly daring out there, venture into the world of the loveliest and most terrible creatures: dragons. Written a poem a day throughout the month of dragons (Smaugust, also known as August), this collection of thirty-one poems explores the beauty, humor, terror, and tragedy of these great beasts of legend.
It's that time of year again: SMAUGUST!!! So I figured I'd share the collection that I posted last year! :D You can still find the poems floating around my social media, but I did polish them up and added an extra one for 31 poems total if you want to buy the ebook on ko-fi for just the basic $3! (Which would be super helpful considering things are particularly rough atm, but it's fine if not!) Thank you so much to anyone that considers reading and sharing; this was such a passion project of mine <3
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Tear down the Firmament
Force Paradise to be
In this hellscape
Of Creation
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Let the Righteous gaze upon
What their past lives
Have wrought
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Moonburnt Soul
The night sky stirs and stars follow dizzy rotations
Fog billows in the air, smoke of an invisible fire
Cold, cold swirls dance between the constellations
You stand there watching and fuel your own pyre
You used to sit in the same place, talking on and on all night
You told me all your secrets, all the rumors old and new
Now you lay there without any protest or fight
Moonburnt soul, what happened to you?
Warmth was all you ever wanted, warmth is what you deserve
Now in one way or another, warmth is what you're trying to have
Moonburnt soul, you're not yet too far gone for love
Moonburnt soul, you're not yet too far gone to save
Your clothes stink of kerosene, please, let me put them away
It hurts me, to see you so broken and afraid
Let me kiss your lips and give you a reason to stay
Moonburnt soul, please, let me be of aid
I wail and sob though I'm not something you can see
Then my heart sears with the heat of your lighter's flashes
Fire envelops the soul I once loved with glee
My world is in flames and I'm grieving for ashes
Moonburnt soul, you've left me alone
I did not think you could be so brave
Moonburnt soul, you're too far gone
To love, to save, to help, to have
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dreamy-conceit · 5 months
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moon drunk monster beautiful and strange howl your melancholy question and tell me which you dread more the echo or the answer
— @shminsington, written as a fridge magnet poem (Twitter, 1 August, 2018)
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stillpoetry · 5 hours
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When I Touched the Wall
I went inside a castle that stood there years ago; no one lives there now except the keepsakes and statues for a show. And when I thought I’d seen it all, the guardian would say, “Adieu!” Another door opened and made me enter a door I thought I was not a stranger to.
There welcomed my view, a golden gilded wall painted years ago with fluttering birds and silver blossoms that bloom when the snow goes. As I pressed on the wooden floors that creaked in a way, I always knew the floors made sounds like how a beautiful fowl sings to whom it doesn't want to let go.
As I walked the wooded floor, the fowl sang, saying, “I don’t want to let go.” My chest is supposed to tighten when I feel a terrific zephyr blow in a room enclosed that isn’t mine yet; to me, it feels like it knows. It knows I understand I, too, don't want to let go.
Halfway from the farewell light, I reached for the wall that seemed you touched not long ago. The wall felt warm as I pressed on, and my bosom felt it would meet you. There, before the exit, I blinked my eyes, “One, two.” Then you appeared in my very eyes, in a garb from long ago.
Your hand met mine, and they became intertwined as if there were no letting go. What you did took me back, and so did the clothes I wear now. The silk felt like mine, yet the time wasn’t right. I panicked. My eyes blinked. “One, two.” Now, back in time, hand on a metal frame, I think I should have stayed with you.
And just when I thought that was the last I’d see of you, there you are again—there you go. You are standing in a garden of blossoms falling like snow. My feet walked towards you as if they knew that’s what they had to do. Only to stop two feet away, seeing someone holding your hands as if she’d held them first years ago.
—Casey Huang
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pluto9thhouze · 1 year
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Love not Lost
I’m holding you in a field of flowers
The crisp air blows through our hair
We look at each other and know in this moment 
In this moment it is never gone
The love is never gone; the forever is never gone. 
Our last goodbye is never a last goodbye. 
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peoplecallitpoetry · 8 months
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\nothing/
Nothing is a Menacing idea A frightening being - The void The forgotten day The primordial thing - You might think me a fool A madman rambling away A thinker after one too much pint - Perhaps my friends, perhaps Perhaps that’s true Perhaps - But lend an ear this advice at least Not of sage, wiseman or scholar But a man under the lamp - Do not think too long about absence Don’t empty your mind of thought Don’t ponder things unmade - For with no intention so or a curious mind  You will thread right into the empty You stumble upon the Nothing
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rhythmicreverie · 2 months
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A humble wizard unveiled, His talent unnoticed, yet concealed. He whispered spells with magic breath, Creating worlds with mere words and faith. In hidden realms, he'd dwell, His enchantments binding, spells as well. But one day, a wandering soul chanced, Upon his skill, the universe danced. As magic swirled in every verse, The wizard found new strength to conquer all with just one phrase: "The power within me, I choose to bless."
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maryhall · 7 months
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dark fabric draped in the sky
by a lonely, old goddess
the last of the first among sisters
and the only remaining
her dark blanket makes the night
but it is ancient as she
so holes pepper the dyed wool
cut by a gnawing infant
her light shines the infinite stars
and during the day
she comes from her hiding place
to search for siblings
and the sun blazes her worry
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A Sorcerer Called Edgar Thompson
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He is a proud old man
He doesn't like change
He despises too many people
He is a sorcerer
He has never married and has no children
He has a dog called Grumpy
He lives inside a cottage
He can fly
He doesn't own a wand
He always spends the holidays with only Grumpy
He goes to cafés on weekends and sketches animals
He owns more than one hundred robes
He owns more than fifty pointed hats
He has a long white beard
He is very tall
He began keeping a diary on his sixth birthday
He dislikes summertime
He likes to go for a walk on cold mornings
He often makes magic potions inside his house
He sells them to people at shops all over England
He makes a handsome living
He drinks too much tea
He eats too much salad every week
He reads the paper every morning
He watches very little television
He only reads crime stories
He is called Edgar Thompson.
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serephinastardust · 6 months
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The Magical Encounter
Welcome, welcome one and all,
I hope you come and have a ball,
With banners high, and lights galore,
Let me open up the doors.
Let's dance all night,
Into the day,
Around the garden,
And through the bay.
The magic here is clear as glass,
Sturdy as the mountains tall,
Shimmering through the room on mass,
Let's be merry in my hall,
Welcome, Welcome, here's my treat,
The party flows onto the street.
The music flows around the space,
The smiles plastered all on your face.
The flowers blossom,
Fragrances sweet,
The beats we dance to are just that awesome.
All of you are such a treat.
The magic here is clear as glass,
Sturdy as the mountain tall,
Shimmering through the room on mass,
Let's be merry in my hall.
Let's dance in our circle,
And cheer to make hearts eternal.
Let's never ever let this end,
And toast in joy for our friends.
The magic here is clear as glass,
Sturdy as the mountain tall.
Shimmering through the room on mass,
The beat will never come to crawl.
The magic here is clear as glass,
All who come, hope it lasts.
Shimmering bright, a halo to all,
I invite you now, come join my ball.
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A thousand arms writhe
In a sultry dance
Of Mass Destruction
Clearing slate to canvas
For a new Divine Creation
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cosmicbirch8 · 2 years
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Secrets
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The trees offer me secrets
Unearthly revelations
Ancient tales of the blackest skies
Dragons with cerulean scales
And fire in their emerald eyes
Fog filled landscapes
Towering moss encased castles
Vibrant cosmic tapestries
Dripping with crystalline tassels
August standing stones
Set around earthy green mounds
White whispered sonnets
Swirling sweetly in opalescence clouds
Dancing fireflies
Illuminating lush mountain meadows
Lavender treasures hidden for an age
In black hole shadows
Deep moonlit oceans
Stretching for a watery eternity
A starlit epic tale
Emanating with celestial intensity
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Cosmic Birch
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revenantpoet · 2 years
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Lovely and Terrible Creatures: A Collection of Dragon Poetry
For the truly daring out there, venture into the world of the loveliest and terrible creatures: dragons. Written a poem a day throughout the month of dragons (Smaugust, also known as August), this collection of thirty-one poems explores the beauty, humor, terror, and tragedy of these great beasts of legend.
I finally edited my Smaugust poems and slapped them together into a pretty ebook! Only the basic Ko-fi $3 for cleaner poems than I posted (and you can still check out) here on @revenantpoet, plus a bonus poem, clocking in at over 7k words for all 31 poems. :D Thank you so much to anyone who considers supporting or sharing, it means a ton!!!
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newrichmango · 1 year
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beware the creeping red
who pools bove still water
‘neath willow she billows
as selûne sleeps
beware the creeping red
steps deft ‘pon leaves
in silence she slithers
to seek out her needs
blood and bone
flesh and marrow
living or dead
she takes no heed
no arrival announced
nor trace does she leave
beware the creeping red
lest you feed her greed
beware
beware
beware the creeping red
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Three children above the sun strike down in their fun
Three champions born of craft and carve war upon the land graphed in large
One of one seeks defiance, power, and nothing
Two of two seek non-compliance, the growing flower, and something
And when at last when they all clash their war shall not be over till the world is caked with ash
Yet even then they’ll rise again in holy guided defense 
A brutal resurrection from the buried grave will ensure the lands protection
So many will die following champions sent from high
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