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Oh, Arabian!
The sun beat down mercilessly,
Oh Arabian! Arabian!
The sand kicked up constantly,
Oh Arabian! Arabian!
But they could not defeat your stamina!
Gem of Arabia!
Your hooves are speed,
Oh Arabs proud stead!
Your neigh is defiance,
Oh Arabian! Arabian!
Oh thing of beautiful essence!
You have fought in sands,
Pride of the Arab clans!
You were sire of the Thoroughbred!
Oh Arabian! Arabian!
Soon all the world would feel your tread!
Oh Arabian! Arabian!
Arab’s gold!
Oh let all the world behold!
Your flared nostrils,
Your flowing mane and tails,
Your coats beauty!
Your gaits grace!
Your head-held glory!
Your hooves pace!
Oh Arabian! Arabian!
World’s gold!
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)👏👏 How do you do that? My poetry is always terrible! This is awesome!
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
Thanks!
Uhhhh…I just get these moments when I want to write poetry. It’s all dependant on my mood.
I have a couple little pieces, but not much. I’ll try to find some more.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@rae That’s magnificient!!
@janellebelovedpig @highscribeofaetherium
Another piece I thought I’d share. I have no title for it, and would love suggestions!
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Rising voice to meet the sky,
“Live free or die!”
Upon the battlefield echoes the cry,
“Let your bullets fly!”
Mighty was the answering call,
Powerful was their charge as the gave their all.
Bullets whizzed.
Men bled.
Not a one gave thought and fled,
Even though the mud mixed with red,
For they knew victory lay ahead.
Reach out your hand, Brave Soul!
Grasp and hold your goal!
Let not hopelessness take it’s toll,
For it shall be your bravery it stole!
To hell and back, you follow your leader,
Without a question the answer was “Yes, Sir!”
And now your faith in him has brought you here,
Where victory is the word of cheer!
Battle won.
War done.
Victory!
But still is the ground covered in red.
Still you walk over the dead.
Victory, however sweet and fair,
Cannot give back those the bullet did not spare.
‘O Captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! Heart! Heart!
O bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.’
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)It’s as a Vow, and It’s as a Rule
A little child’s first cry,
It’s little voice piercing the sky.
It’s as a vow and it’s as a rule,
That life should spring forth fresh and new.
A little toddler with feet so small,
Pads down the grass that is so tall.
It’s as a vow, and it’s as a rule,
That life should be given to you.
Older now, but still so young,
Fires their first gun.
It’s as a vow and it’s as a rule,
That you learn to use your trade’s tool.
No longer a Young One,
Training is done.
It’ as a vow and it’s as a rule,
That must finally say farewell to you.
A warrior never forgets,
The circle of family, of friends.
It’s as a vow and it’s as a rule,
That we be bound, you to me, and I to you.
A hero’s rise, victory upon victory,
A mother’s swelling pride as she hears the story.
It’s as a vow and it’s as a rule,
That I be proud of you, and the world too.
But the hero is the one who bleeds,
Red drops that fall like planter’s seeds.
It’ as a vow and it’s as a rule,
That all must pay, when payments due.
An old mother’s quivering cry,
With tearful eyes that look to the sky.
It’s as a vow and it’s as a rule,
That the world must be harsh and cruel
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Those are both amazing! (Sorry I missed the one you posted a few days ago, I don’t have notifics activated so I’m likely to miss tags unless it’s something I check on often)
I love this line:
But the hero is the one who bleeds,
Red drops that fall like planter’s seeds.
Great job with both of them!
Any noun can become a verb if you don't care enough.
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