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the-emerald-wyrm · 10 months
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A dragon guards the door
Against those who treat us poor.
Gently pet the spiked spine with a grin
And the dragon will know to let you in.
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kermits-cup-of-tea · 1 year
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the last of the dragons
long ago there were dragons,
great beasts wide as the sky
who'd carry away treasure
as much as their claws could carry,
in gold,
silver,
beauty,
knowledge -
but for everything a dragon found
another rose in its place,
one more item,
one more treasure to be collected
until the dragons ran themselves into the ground
little piece by little piece breaking off
until only scales,
chunks of bone and tooth,
and smoldering pits of fire
were what remained
carrying only the age old desire
of the creatures they had once been.
now they wander the earth
collecting whatever they can grasp in their hands
stones,
coins,
plants,
books -
smaller treasures for smaller dragons.
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godzilla-reads · 2 years
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This Yard Beholds Dragons
Made of concrete gray
a dragon sits to stay.
Made of clay red and green
five dragons can be seen.
The concrete one watches the yard
and considers itself a guard,
but the clay ones also think
they are the guards on the brink.
You see, the gray one center sits
on the deck in the middle of it,
(it being not the deck but the yard)
which it knows it guards.
Although, the red and green friends
each rest on posts of fence
on the southern side
where they guard, where they confide.
Who is the true guardian?
I guess, you could say all of them.
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May 30, 2022
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headspace-hotel · 2 years
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"Dragon," poem assembled using quotations from Wikipedia articles
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feyasthepoet · 2 years
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Cherry Pop Dragons
Walk along these cold gray moonstones with me Follow me under the cherry-lit lanterns Which light the day ablaze Hear the jazzy tunes playing through festive street shops
And rejoice! For spring has sprung back From winters wandering Travelers far and near have arrived For when the sweet fragrance of flowers Enchant springs breeze We look to the cherries
What a sight! Nestling in like bees in spring Little Cherry Pop Dragons Coil around delightful cherries With smooth and sticky skin that mimic candied cherries
We all know they will spread life Farther than our feet will ever tread
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kallypsos · 20 days
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rhaenicent x the death of antinous by mark doty
@lgbtqcreators event 21 — beginnings and endings @pscentral​ event 26: minimalism
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icarus-daedaluss · 16 days
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Pov: U r in a war w dragons"ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵉʳᵃ"🗡
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oldschoolfrp · 2 months
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Red blood his color and delight, Red flame his breath that burns the night, Long scimitars he has for claws, A fang-ringed cavern 'twixt his jaws, Red armored is this deadly Pyre, Who stole our gold to stoke his fire; A hundred men sought out his lair -- Not one did Pyre the dragon spare.
Ken Widing art from "The Ecology of the Red Dragon" by Gregg Sharp, Dragon 134, June 1988
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bebx · 1 month
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Damsel (2024)
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illustratus · 8 months
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the-emerald-wyrm · 10 months
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Dragon-a-Day- Poem
Dragon come down,
From the sky to the ground.
Dragon, do you see?
This wretch that is me?
Dragon, fill me with your love
As I reach from below to above.
Dragon, do you see me?
Dragon, I love thee.
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talon-dragonbeast · 1 month
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socialising
stand straight, two feet on ground
smile, bare your teeth (not too much)
fangs hidden in plain sight
your claws in fists, don't let them see
(don't let them know)
wings folded behind your back, so tight
always look them in the eye,
and let them look into yours (ignore the pain)
hide your scales under your clothes
and use words that don't belong in your mouth
do they know?
can they see what is hidden?
a beast with stolen skin
a monster in human shape
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whereserpentswalk · 5 months
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Is there a heaven for dragons after they are slain, a place of endless skies to fly through and endless gold to bathe in? Do the goblins have a place of endless caves when they die, with bugs to eat and no humans to hunt them? Do the vampires and ghouls have a place of endless night to go to when their false lives are laid to rest? Are the golems and minitours given a place to guard forever?
When a dragon is slain do the other dragons know? Do they visit its lair to find it empty? Do the trolls take count of the dead when they return from a battle with humanity, do they burry the ashes of those who are burnt by the morning sun? Is there something for orcs to pray to before battle, is there something to give them hope?
What do monsters feel before they die? What is the look in their eyes when we kill them? Is it fear? Could it be anything else?
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wickedcriminal · 4 months
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the supper is still singing.
Happy first day of Doomsday, all ❤☠️
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st-hirudinea · 2 years
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I am an ouroboros
~ A poem about mental illness, healing and snakes
Inspired by the works of @headspace-hotel and @tamiscolaris
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I'm not really sure the point I'm trying to make in this; it's more an exploration of my own mental health, how I view it, and, in turn, how I view myself
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