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Dark his eyes as midnight with stars in the gleam. He glowed of snow in moonlights mysterious bright beam. Lightning was his spirits source, and thunder born. he stood in the likeness of a horse, but held high a mighty horn. rapid danced his lively mane that left a rapid trail, across his majestic frame that cascades into a plumed tail. Filled with the rainbows essence spectacular to behold, and just as illusive in his presence as the promised pot-o-gold.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
The Unicorn
Watch out! They're coming everybody beware they walk around real life, from our nightmares. Through the town their creeping to get the things they want; they come with a password to each house they haunt. From a pirouette forms Draculla as he comes to full height, he draws his cape to his chin to hide his overbite. Against a full moons light hangs a witches shape all year shes been waiting for this very night to escape. The wolfman howls through the distance and sprouts coarse red hair. As ghosts and goblins frenzy through the cool nights air. Two lights are yellow glowing above a toothless grin on an old Jack-o-lantern born from a pumpkin. Into the light comes creeping a cat as black as coal, from out of hiding places upon the night to stroll. Out of the closets rattle old Mr. Bones, and from the tombs rumble a mommie moans. Outside they all gather monsters of every size; from huge Frankensteins down to the little guys. Here they come, be quiet, wait for a knock to be heard. There it is get ready for the password. "Trick-or-treat's" the password then comes the trade, for the small price of a treat no tricks will be played. "Happy Halloween!" before they all turn and disappear, back into their hiding places I'm safe again till next year...
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
Halloween
Don't cry, shed no tears over the death of mine; I will have completed a task everyone fears and I've feared it the very last time. Don't grieve over forgotten, " I love yous " if my life quickly ends, for love is the strongest of virtues that through time transcends. And I'll always love you but now it's in a different way not in body as we used to the way it was yesterday. Feel my presence in a sudden breeze my kiss in morning air, touch a flower and think of me and know I am there. If you think "poor me" I'm not and never was if I had one thing that made me lucky it was your love. Hold on to today with fond memories of me in your past, don't let yesterday obsess you and make every precious moment last.
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
Descry
I wish I had a cabin to put the fireplace I wish I had in. come on everyone help me build this poem!!
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
I Wish
May the blue forever hold the stars, and the red stays intact; and the white will always stay as true as those who defend its cause.
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
Red, White, & Blue
A Sultan set out on a journey one week, when back to his harem he did sneak. It startled his wives, who scrambled for their lives and let out a terrified sheik.
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Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
The Sultan
There was a hunter one autumn, who ordered four hunting dogs and bought 'em, he came back later for more when asked about the other four, he said, "I already shot 'em."
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Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 11:10 PM UTC
The Hunter
Time serves cold making seasons complete, silver steals the autumn gold, and daylight hours retreat. Window panes are icy etched transparent around the center, from the eaves icicles stretched like frozen tears of winter. The brook in its silence, lost, beneath a mantle steep lies still in solid frost in a crystal covered sleep. From each of the chemnies cascades a steady stream of smoke, rises up and then fades into midnights mighty cloak. Silence is this seasons song lulled by the essence of the wind as it lay the blanket on the ground, and tucks all of nature in.
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 8:56 PM UTC
Winter Pictorial
The heart it has no logic, it can't be reasoned with. The mind in all its wisdom can't define, feelings the body can't resist. Charged with life the soul takes heights That mortal can only dream of. This is Love.
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Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 2:18 AM UTC
This is Love