POTW #7!

[sidespin]

Time for another POTW !

NOTE: I've changed the topic because the original topic was too close to the summer fest prompt.


For this week you must write a poem from the perspective of an animal.
You may choose any animal you wish.

For an example, you could write a poem in the perspective of a lion who is tracking down their pray.

Have fun with this one and as always,

Good luck.

[Husky]

I know this is supposed to go into the discussion thread, but I'm going to edit my poem into it once I finish anyway.

The question is, can it be about summer? I don't have anything planned this summer, and haven't really done anything. The only thing I'm doing really wouldn't appeal to me to write about. For example working at a few dogs shows, reading a bit more, and swimming almost everyday aren't thing I can write good poems about =/.

[FireWrath]

But that's what Bunneh's contest was about, it'd be a bit too repetitive, I think. Hell, even this one is too much :/

[sidespin]

This week's topic has been changed to something different, I think that this will be a fun topic.

[bug14]

I'm a little billy bug,
Ugly as a fugly fug.
I'm-a gonna eat ice cream!
...
I'm stupid as a mother fug
But quite snug in my rug
My eyes shoot laser beams!
_
Orcs greet with a zug-zug,
Beer so I can chug-a-lug
My mom went and joined the marines!
...
I'm as smelly as a butt plug
I get high on street drugs
I only exist in machines...
_
Reading my shit, you shoulder shrug
Tipping up your coffee mug.
That shit is just made of beans!
...
I'm trapped in a bear hug,
By a slimy sea slug.
This looks like the end... of bug14.

[Xephia]

The Fox

Dry grass,
how it sounds under padded paws,
like the breaking of tiny bones.
How it smells like dirt
and rabbit dung
so sweet

A track,
how it's hidden, so small
in the long and yellow grass
How I follow it
careful in my silence.
I find a hole

I wait,
ever cautious and ever patient,
how I prick my ears and listen.
A silence passes, shortly
A shuffle. A thump.
I dive.

Red snout,
shoveled into the earth,
paws digging, cracking the ground
flurried movement,
the ecstasy of the hunt.
The world collapses

I fall,
How I flail, like my prey before me.
All awkward limbs, trapped
I scrabble to release myself.
Break free of the dirt.
But the rabbit has escaped

[sidespin]

Amazing as always Xephia!

This POTW will be going on until next moday as I'm going away this weekend.

[packager]

The snake:

I am a snake
I am very sleak
When i am not hunting
I am asleep

lol

[Fortunato]

Soliloquy of an Ant in a Storm

Every rainfall comet a cascade
Pounding velvet tremors through the ground
Shaking the trodden path followed
By the teeming, singular multitude of me

Through countless crystalline eyes
I see each lightning strike as nature's fury
St. Elmo's Fire blazing through the sky
In time with the teeming, singular multitude of me

And on I march, to the metronome
We want, we need, we hunger, we lust
The echo consumes the last iota of individuality
Drowning through the teeming, singular multitude of me

I scale the monoliths of countless rivals
Spurned by the Gregorian chant of us and Her
Through the shapeless, wrathful nighttime candor
Of the teeming, singular multitude of me

No need for purpose or passion my own
Nor private thoughts of sun-kissed days
Sifting through the sands of bygone beaches
Only the teeming, singular multitude of me

The hive-mind beacons flaring in my head
To leaves a scant reminder for the unknown
We came, we existed, we without purpose
But to serve the teeming, singular multitude of me

[oneone]

Reality

I’ve been looking around the neighbourhood.
Trying to find the perfect place and mood,
Spending countless nights prowling in the woods,
Only to find trees that are close to nudes.

The task remains as I search without luck.
The pathway ahead is blocked by a truck,
The river aside has nothing bus ducks,
‘Twas another night spent sleeping in mucks.

While brooding, I arrived at the next town.
The place is peaceful, there’s no need to frown.
Somewhere nearby, there are musical sounds.
This is where I’ll settle, away from grounds.

An orange rim has caught my attention.
Settling near the pole, it’s time for action.
Prepared a nest for my first creation,
Safely concealed in this elevation.

All day and night I remain by its side.
Even in rain, this love does not subside.
Yearn for the day when it takes its first stride,
Together we’ll explore the sky with pride.

Must feed myself, my endurance is low.
Bounded by time, this trip mustn’t be slow.
Returned in haste, yet, greeted with a blow.
Before my eyes, stood a large wicked crow.

Peaceful? Safe? Everything is just a lie!
Crushed by the cruel crow, I might as well die.
This world’s true colours are blinding the eyes.
Earth revolves whilst everything’s in disguise.