Dragon

A Poem By Emilee // 10/16/2012

This was sort of born through out a long family day that made me realize I should really carry paper and a pen so unfinished poems can't haunt my thoughts. I'd really appreciate any comments!
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Dragon

A dragon, black
Stalks my life
Lurks behind my path

Green leering eyes
Peer through trees
Watching my every move

Dark shiny scales
Glisten in light
Draw my curious eye

Crunching dry leaves
With eerie sound
Beneath long hard nails

It never speaks
Yet won’t leave
It’s waiting, for what?

My feelings build
My heart speeds
It’s behind every corner

Catch its eye
See its grin
You’ll know it then

Its name varies
All too often
Fear, Jealousy, Hate, Desire

Comments

Oooh!

I totally know what you mean, in the wost of times a poem idea hits you and there isn't a pen or piece of paper in sight, then the poem haunts you!
This was masterfully written! I love the description and writing style! Awesome!!! Loved this line:

"It never speaks
Yet won’t leave
It’s waiting, for what?"

Oh and the last line! Perfect!

Kassady | Wed, 10/17/2012

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
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Write On!

Oooh!

I totally know what you mean, in the worst of times a poem idea hits you and there isn't a pen or piece of paper in sight, then the poem haunts you!
This was masterfully written! I love the description and writing style! Awesome!!! Loved this line:

"It never speaks
Yet won’t leave
It’s waiting, for what?"

Oh and the last line! Perfect!

Kassady | Wed, 10/17/2012

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
---
Write On!

:D

It was horrible!! and it just kept growing and I was like "this isn't normal!!!" Thank you so much! That means a lot! I like that part too :)!

Emilee | Wed, 10/17/2012

A poem begins as a lump in the thoat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness -Robert Frost
Emilee @ http://fantasticalpaperrealm.blogspot.com/

You have mega talent when it

You have mega talent when it comes to poetry! And I believe you've improved by leaps in bounds just in the time you've been on AP. :) A very smart idea for a poem, and I really enjoyed it. I loved the same lines Kassady did, and the ending--perfect!

A dragon, black
Stalks my life
Lurks behind my path

Green leering eyes
Peer through trees
Stalking my every move

My only suggesting would be replacing the word stalks or stalking with something else, since they are repeated so close together. :)

Also, I loved your descriptions of the dragon. It was very vivid.

Madeline | Thu, 10/18/2012

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way

:)

Its name varies
All too often
Fear, Jealousy, Hate, Desire

Wow; you caught me there. I thought you were taking a dragon literally; but it's very true. Very good job!

Lucy Anne | Thu, 10/18/2012

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thank you so much!!

I didn't even notice the stalk-stalking thing!! Thanks!! I changed the stalking to watching!

Thank you guys for the compliments, it means a ton! And actually, the original plan was a real dragon, that's why I described it so vividly! But then it sort of just wanted to be something different!

Emilee | Fri, 10/19/2012

A poem begins as a lump in the thoat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness -Robert Frost
Emilee @ http://fantasticalpaperrealm.blogspot.com/

Yes, dragons are evil

   A great peom. I'm sure that you won't mind, but can I use an idea from your peom? I can't quite say what it is yet, but it shall be revealed in an apricotpie post soon.

Arthur | Fri, 10/19/2012

"My greatest wish for my writing is that it would point you to the Savior."

*Gasp*

Use an idea from MY poem!?!? The HORROR! Teasing, obviously! Of course! It's cool that you got an idea from it! I'll be watching for the post!

Emilee | Fri, 10/19/2012

A poem begins as a lump in the thoat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness -Robert Frost
Emilee @ http://fantasticalpaperrealm.blogspot.com/

I know the feeling! Although

I know the feeling! Although more often it's with drawing, for me. I see something and go "Gah, I wish I had my sketch book!"

My favourite is: Its name varies
All too often
Fear, Jealousy, Hate, Desire

That wraps the whole poem up really well and leaves the reader completely satisfied. ;)

Maddi | Fri, 10/19/2012

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

I do the same thing with

I do the same thing with drawing too! Thanks :)

Emilee | Fri, 10/19/2012

A poem begins as a lump in the thoat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness -Robert Frost
Emilee @ http://fantasticalpaperrealm.blogspot.com/

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