#bardanon

[pumpkin-cowboy]

She chased the shepherd to the field,

She chased the farmer's daughter,

And never did she even yeild,

When the farmer holler'd slaughter.

The old grey goose has had her fill

Of eggs and pondside napping.

So now she chases at her will

With beak and wings a-flapping

HOLY SHIT

[poore-choice-of-words]

Little bitty fingernails,/ Small and frail,/ Sharp as hell,/ Little bitty fingernails,/ Under the bed./ Big eyes watching me,/ So wide with teeth,/ What could it be,/ Big eyes watching me,/ From underneath the bed./ Loud cries singing out,/ I scream, I shout,/ I flail about,/ Loud cries singing out,/ From underneath the bed./ Morning comes and no ones there,/ Not not here or there,/ Not anywhere,/ Morning comes and no one’s there/ But me beneath my bed.

Well I'm a little scared now.

[somethingmissingthiswaycomes]

Something missing this way comes/ A friend of awe and fey/ The wyrd wills from your mortal bones/ And molds your words like clay/ Great things come to those who wait/ And nothing’s greater still/ Than when I see you on my dash/ As then my heart does fill.

Awww! ❤️ Thank you, kindly anon poet!

[mecharose]

Hello again my friendo, I was just looking outside my window, past the rain the sleet and fog, and I thought oh my god! I hadn’t sent out any rhyme-dos. (I swear I’m not as bad at this as I am)

oh dearest bard anon, is it you?

[crowandmoonwriting]

My pirouge got stuck in the channel,/ What was a moun piti to do?/ I thought it’d be yon chape etwat/ But darn them pichpen roots too!/ I felt the wee boat topple over/ And oh what can I now say./ My chere pulled me outta that water/ Laissez les bons temps rouler.

Ahhh I love this! Thank you, Sir Bardanon!

[suntara]

King of the marshes

Duchess of fields

Daring to marry

Unable to yield

Prince and princess

King and now queen

Raining in Wales

With no clouds to be seen.

GASP I ACTUALLY GOT A POEM

[gigilberry]

Blackened hills and burned out valleys/ Torn by king and queen and callous/ Memories old rip a new death tally/ Non shall reign from the old one’s palace.

[chaoticonmain]

The noblest of dragonflies/ Who roams the infinity of skies/ Has taken well to guard a shallow riverbed/ Although she is not at all alone/ Still she guards her acclaimed home/ All man and fish will humbly bow/ As flying by she seeks the pest/ The mosquitos that gender rest/ She flies ever vigilant.

I completely forgot about this LOL! Thank you bardanon. This is supposed to be a poem about my blog, it’s pretty cool.

[thebardanon]

BardAnon's Depression Dissolving ASK GAME

Send me a type of poem and a topic, I'll try to write one.

Choose from;

1. Haiku

2. Sonnet*

3. Free Verse

4. Limerick

5. Couplet , Tercet, Quatrain, Cinquain, Sestet.

6. Villanelle*

7. Ode*

8. Ballad*

9. Acrostic*

I look forward to writing for you.

[knightedwriter]

Return to me fair cavalier,/ I pine so for your words/ Tis your own voice I long to hear/ You don’t know your worth/ For without you o’ Sir Galahad/ To save the young/ To slay the bad.

I missed you bardanon ;w; This is beautiful

[incandescent-creativity]

@bardanon you don’t have your asks turned on so I’m asking you here 

why is Hans your favorite? :DDD

[pumpkin-cowboy]

Where is your pride?

Is there no captian to your soul?

An ego of Ahab's stride?

Would you not risk life and limb,

Aboard a doomed vessel ride,

To slay the very sun who dares look down upon you?

Oh to whom do your burning swears confide,

If not the blade worn by your side.

Bardanon ily

[lux-scriptum]

So apparently we love the same aesthetic; wings on things that really should have them but evolution is a jerk. #wings forever -BardAnon

Amen

[mecharose]

I stand and watch the flowers grow/ beside the old man’s home/ they’re growing tall despite the snow/that covers all the woods./ hear the stream from on the mountain flow/ and turn the ice to water.

you know I don’t see a whole lot of writing about early spring but this has such a nice and calming vibe. under appreciated subject tbh

(like I said: master of ur craft :P)

[gigilberry]

The fallow fields of Fawndale/ the cottage against the cold hail/ these lonely broken places hide/ inside this little heart of mine/ the light of fire in the hearth/ the one who tore my soul apart/ seeking these my spirit wonders/ from the valley over yonder.

[thebardanon]

I must tell you something.

Meet Truth & Justice.

The puppy children of your very own BardAnon.