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Write a Poem About the Avvie Above You

What are you looking at?
It could be anything
From a fair skinned maiden basking in the sun
To a tight lipped nun

But did you know they glance at you?
Carefully, secretively, coyly
Wondering what is going through your mind
Simply looking for any sign
That you are interested too
 
There once was a mermaid named Kaylove
Whose skin was soft as a white dove
Though her tail might be scaly
She dove and swam daily
And never required a shove
 
(lol, I liked your easy rhyming)

Haiku:

Midnight Lass a queen among
men, blind to her charms,
She walks in moonlight with grace
 
Sing a song for Green Sprite, Sing a song of joy
Make the rhyming easy, for a girl or boy
When the fire springs forth, from her greenish hands
We'll all be wishing we were in some distant lands!
 
Your hair is long and black like night
But your pussy seems to fill me with fright
I shall try and come another day
Unless you can find another way
 
A King, who carries himself with tall statue, broad shoulders and raven hair
He appears with thundering steps and a cutting gaze most intense
His rapid judgement decides life and death, immoral and fair
His sovereignty beckons submission to his concupiscence.

That was harder than I thought, but good practice, lol.
 
My eyes see only in black and white, you don't understand
This body, this body holding me, a shell
You touch me, you kiss me, you don't understand
Black feathers, black jacket and gloves
Just bodies, I'm absent, you don't understand
 
A man stood on the icy field,
so very deep in thought.
His thoughts were on the battle
that he and his men fought.

Before him all the soldiers
slipped on the frozen ice.
Choosing this place for the battle
had probably been unwise.

Gosh, that was hard.
My very first poem in English ... Yay. ๐Ÿ˜
 
Cuteness topped by blonde
Sadness drips from darkened eyes
Joy buried deep down
 
Icy blue - but is that stoicism or cynicism that shredded the piercing hue with jagged edges?

A hilt - templar? Warrior? A man-of-arms jaded by war or warmed by hearthfire?

Upon his curved lips, what songs were sung, what stories were told, what names were breathed in sleepless nights, who.
 
There once was a user named Brine
Whose picture was oh so fine
They had a big smile
That lasted a while
And a jewel on their neck to shine.
 
Shrouded in pink, yet surrounded by green.
With highlights of purple, gold, black and cream.
Staring bare-back at the ash and grey.
That blankets your face, with it's angular gaze.

I look and behold! Two pictures compete.
One of contentment, the other, deceit.
You blend with your world, so well, I see.
And yet you stick out, like a pole in the sea.

A gaze at your face, might clear up the scene.
Would I see the monster, or the sweet maid?
Would your eyes drown me, or would they blaze?
My heart would race for sure, when I see them.
In lust, dread or praise, I cannot tell.

Alas! With only so much to see, there's that much to say.....
๐˜ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ, ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ!
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Just discovering this game, and it's impressive. Who would've thought that my poetic skills would be even passable in any non-chaotic, non-violent subject matter?
 
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