#Loki poems

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fickle hound
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The Tree's Lament

The wish to grow, to hold the sun,
But how do I know when I’m the only one?
I’m standing tall in endless plains,
Through burning heat and silver rains.

The wind’s my friend, the sky my dome,
Yet still I dreamed of hearts and home.
One day they came — a house, a song,
A family to whom I could belong.

A little girl with laughter bright,
Would swing on me from morn to night.
Her tiny hands would cling with cheer,
Her whispers warm against my ear.

Years passed by, her giggles stayed,
Beneath my shade, her memories laid.
But time moves on, as all things do,
And I grew old and my heartwood too.

They said I leaned too much, too near,
Their voices trembled — “It’s time, my dear.”
The saws began, the sky turned grey,
And I could do nothing but fade away.

I didn’t know how to cry —
But her tears felt my own.
She planted me again nearby,
And through her love, I’ve grown.

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@wheat roost

fickle hound
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I loved you in ways
you were never meant to see,
quiet hopes folded gently
in the corners of me.

You smiled, and I carried it
like a secret sunrise,
holding light you never knew
you left in my skies.

I dreamed of you softly,
never asking you to stay—
just wishing you’d feel something
the same trembling way.

But love doesn’t bloom
because one heart pleads…
sometimes it just lingers
where nobody leads.

So I keep you like a memory,
warm, but out of view—
a story that never happened,
but still feels painfully true.

native silo
# fickle hound The Tree's Lament The wish to grow, to hold the sun, But how do I know when I’...

Thank you for directing me here, I tried my best to take a time to read this from other work stuffs.

So, while I don't know too much if a poem can be called ballad or else, I think you have made the ending so well (& the idea of someone being planted is interesting!).

So if you really want this to be story, I honestly curious now if you can add more contex on how you the little girl character meets.

Like, I know she keeps meeting him, but like what's their 1st meeting & how it'll shift into their couplet?

Again, I love the part that shows like Reverse Married Life Montage ("Carl" dies instead of "Emily"... if the names' right). But this type of poem doesn't seemed for me intended to jump cuts like this.
Hence, it's kinda like UP's Montage: shows how they meet, gets a home, glimpses of daily activities, glimpses of struggles, & then... 💀☠️

The words at least for me is already perfectly encapsulate & I like the repetitive props around plants: grow-grew-grown, tall, shade, heartwood, & planted.

You made it this far, awesome!

native silo
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Thank you for your feedback and your great thoughts about my poems. I'll keep writing and improving...✨

fickle hound
native silo
# fickle hound Thanks✨🙌🏻

What do you think about this poem? Any favorite word & any less favorite word with each of the reason?

“Until the Lions Have Their Historians,
the History of the Hunt Will Always Glorify the Hunters.” —Chinua Achebe—

They may treat you like a pile of stones
that were made only to be turned
back into dust

But let your memories live on
and carry on in this timeline of Hope

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spark nimbusBOT
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You are my morning coffee,
the warmth my day begins with,
the slow, sweet calm
that settles everything inside me.

You’re the quiet comfort
in a world that rushes past,
the soft sunrise
that turns my tired hours golden.

With you, even silence feels full—
like a cup held in both hands,
steady, soothing,
exactly what I didn’t know I needed.

If mornings are a promise,
then you’re the one I wake for—
my first thought,
my favourite warmth,
my everyday beginning.

I'd really appreciate your thoughts
@native silo
@wheat roost

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native silo
# fickle hound You are my morning coffee, the warmth my day begins with, the slow, sweet calm t...

For overall structure is already perfect I think? It's appraisal love poem & I love how the 2nd & 3rd verses encapsulate the meat of "her soothing quietness".

But I swear the word "that" just feels too goodly seemed to be recurring repetition rhythm that I thought "Why not turn all those 'the' into just 'that' as well" lmao jk INNOCENT doggokek

There's only 1 one line with confusing grammar:
the warmth my day begins with
So I assumed you meant:
that warmth my day's* beginning* with
(the word begin-"n-'ing' " matches well with the next line:
that settles every-"th-'ing' " inside me)

Other than that, it's fine.

fickle hound
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A Dream I left Behind

I dreamed of you, But never knew why.
The feeling was so new ,I let the moment pass me by.
The more i thought, The more confused I became.
I had to chase a dream, So I left behind that flame.

I achieved more and more , And life felt almost complete.
But your memories returned, Or were they only regret ?
I dug deep inside my heart, Where past and present meet.
To touch again the beautiful start, Where every dream was sweet.

I left your trace behind, And now where do I go?
You were the rarest gem, How could I ever know?

Memories of you still bring a smile,
If only I could have you back awhile.
We'd sit and talk, just like before,
You meant so much-and still mean more.

Though your absence brings me pain,
You'll live within my heart,
Until we meet again.

@native silo
@wheat roost
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After Years I met Her Again

After years, I met her once more,
The voice that drowned my sorrows — sings no more.
The words that once could heal my pain,
Have faded softly, like whispers in rain.

Yet even now, when our eyes collide,
My heart forgets the world outside.
It slows… it trembles… it skips a beat,
As memories bloom — bitter and sweet.

And my heart still murmurs, quiet, shy:
“My friend, this is the moment to die…
For who can say if such a time
Will ever again in life align?”

@native silo @wheat roost

native silo
# fickle hound After Years I met Her Again After years, I met her once more, The voice that dr...

So I don't know too much on counting syllables for metrome beat rhythm in a poem. But you made it!

Mostly it goes around 6 to 8 syllabless with sometimess additional 2 or 3
Ex: `— simgs no more' & 'quiet, shy'

But there are afew good break through for variation of beat:

As memories bloom — bitter and sweet.```
These 2 cuts into: "2... 2... 4." & "5 — 4" syllables metrom



**So I'm curious, as alittle challenge for you:
How about try to experiment on many kind of different short & long beat syllables?
Make it with 4 syllables, 8 syllabless, 3 syllabless, 5 syllabless, & 6 syllabless? 
Who knows it'll create a dynamic. But that's just my opinion.**
fickle hound
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Until The Right Time Comes

You can wait for someone true,
a heart that understands you well,
but remember, through the shifting days,
you’re the one with whom you’ll always dwell.

The ones you hope for may not stay,
and yes, that truth can ache inside,
but every loss, and every tear,
teaches strength we learn to hide.

So what do we do with all this weight?
We turn inward, softly, slow—
learning how to light our own
small flames that help us glow.

There will be days when all the world
is busy with its own design,
and no one hears the quiet storm
you carry in your spine.

🌸 Yet someday, someone will arrive,
seeing you with steady eyes,
and destiny will guide their steps
to meet you at the perfect time.

But until then, be your own smile,
your warmth, your peace, your gentle sun—
hold yourself the way you wish
you could be held by someone.

Make yourself whole, complete, and true,
and when the right one finally comes,
they’ll meet a soul who learned to bloom
long before they called them “home.”

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I'd really appreciate your thoughts @native silo @wheat roost

fickle hound
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I cared too deeply, more than they knew,
giving kindness in hopes it’d return someday too.
I poured my heart out with nothing to gain,
yet carried the warmth through every pain.

Then she arrived like a soft, quiet light,
a rare gentle soul who cared back with might.
For once I felt lucky, held, understood—
as if the world finally gave me something good.

But the day came when we had to part,
and she spoke words that still echo in my heart:

“I won’t be there to ask how you’ve been,
won’t be there to check on you again.
So please… find someone who truly will,
someone who cares for you even when still.”

“Don’t force love, don’t beg for a sign,
your kindness is rare, your soul is divine.
The one who returns what you freely give—
that is the person with whom you should live.”

“And if they must leave, let them go,
don’t hold their heart, don’t make sorrow show.
Your smile is pure—don’t let it fade,
people have reasons for choices they’ve made.”

“So let them go with gratitude’s grace,
a gentle ‘thank you,’ a warm embrace.
For I believe in you, more than you see—
and someday, the right one will believe in you like me.”
@native silo @wheat roost <@&1145760802666717234> <@&1144090752457113794>

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A dare before the year ends!!!

I dare you to smile when you read these lines,
Let joy unfold and softly shine.
I dare you to laugh, even for a while,
A tiny spark, a gentle smile.

I dare you to look in the mirror’s grace,
See the courage resting in your face.
Chase every shadow that makes you weak —
For the future you dream is the one you seek.

I dare you to write a tale,
Not of a prince and a foolish princess —
But of two wild hearts that softly sail,
Meeting in moments they never confess.

To dream the life you never dreamed of,
To dream something else, not what you want —
Yet love arrives like a fearless dove,
Calming the places your worries haunt.

I dare you to trust the magic inside,
The kind that whispers when worlds collide.
For every hope you’re scared to try —
Is a wish waiting for wings to fly.

@native silo
@wheat roost @digital owl

digital owl
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Aww pookie. I love it <3. Thank you for reminding the joy left in these sunken days

fickle hound
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I'm really happy to know that

digital owl
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Aww

native silo
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@fickle hound How's your day? Merry Xmas Eve & hope the best for you!
I don't know if you want to & it's okay if you have other priorities.
So I'm just offering a fun activity for this end year's poem event: Poem Collab!!! #📣・event-announcements message
There's a rule there you can read, but to summarize:

  1. On 10-17December
    Either your or me post 1st our own poem (with the guideline for it)
  2. On 17-24December
    One of us later read the other's guideline to write the requirement for replying to his poem
  3. On 24-32December
    We get to discuss in a forum/ DM (more info on how to chat for poem's feedbacks)
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Let me know if you're interested. & again, hohohooo!!!! Merry Xmas!!!!!

fickle hound
# native silo <@1278002755725955084> How's your day? Merry Xmas Eve & hope the best for you! ...

Hello!! @native silo
Merry Christmas 🎄 to u too...I also wish the best for u
I'm in
Thankyou for inviting me I'm really exited about the event
I'm dieing to join ....
—>What are we going to write on? Is theme given?

—And the important part
I have my exams from 22 🥲So if it is okay with U
I would like to write the poem Before 22 and then You read it and we can discuss about it ...I can discuss about the poem but can't write poem
Because I would be busy in studies

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If it is okay with U

native silo
fickle hound
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Did u dm them?

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Okay I messaged @dusty meadow now
I'll let u know what he says

spark nimbusBOT
dusty meadow
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Ok guys the theme will not be assigned right now. First you guys should post your intros in the registration thread (formality purposes). Then just mark yourself as "partnered up with ___" if you've partnered up. You edit that in the intro itself

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When the registration deadline is over, that's when the theme will be assigned to all the duos

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So no theme is given right now

native silo
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But I don't know how if you want to follow after 24 December.

fickle hound
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Sure

fickle hound
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If not you then who?

If not you, then who would stay
In the quiet corners of my day?
The way I’m falling — slow and true,
Feels less like fear and more like you.

The happiness searched my way somehow,
Through broken then, to this right now.
Past every maybe, almost, and few…
It walked the world and stopped at you.

No thunder loud, no flashing sign,
No sudden twist of grand design,
Just two soft hearts that somehow grew
In silent ways that felt so true.

So if the stars rewrote my view,
And spun the world and split in two,
I’d cross each lifetime, old or new…
And still find my way back to you.

@native silo @digital owl

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I forgot who wrote ghazals alot in this server, but my point is that even if we fail to make right poem (I fail also at sestina), at least it can be fun to explore!

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native silo
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#📜・poetry-discussion message
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There they are. Actually just a package deal in chat

fickle hound
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The Ghost I Grew

I was haunted by a ghost I grew,
Not born of death, but what I never knew.
No rattling chains, no hollow cry,
Just quiet regrets that never die.

He made me the host, took gentle claim,
A shadow stitched from fear and shame.
Not what I lost — but what I missed,
A life unlived, a dream unkissed.

A life not lived, just passed on by,
Dreams never tried, though reaching high.
Feelings buried, never expressed,
A hopeful heart laid down to rest.

Chances waited beside each door,
But I chose the safe path, nothing more.
Roads untaken fade from sight,
Yet walk beside me every night.

Fear poured tea and pulled up a chair,
Routine whispered, “Stay right there.”
People-pleasing stole my voice,
While I mistook silence for a choice.

I waited for “the right time” sign,
As days slipped past in perfect line.
Choosing safety over happiness,
Calling comfort “success.”

Now the ghost walks close behind,
A shape composed of “might have been” mind.
Not cruel, not loud, not wild or fast —
Just made of futures from my past.

“A haunting born from wasted time,”
A soft, relentless, wordless rhyme.
It shows me truths I tried to hide:
I stayed alive… but never tried.

No slamming doors, no midnight scream,
Just the echo of an unused dream.
And that’s the weight I carry most —
The life I could’ve lived… my ghost

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@native silo @unique raptor

native silo
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"My flower. My delicate beauty"
"My lord O it's good to see again"
"You are all I ever wanted. I run to see you once more."
"I'm afraid this be our last lord"
"Why so hasty? What is wrong my dear?"
"I'm afraid we're the unwanted now. Let this meeting end I beg."
"Who spell doubt into your heart my love? Who dare so?"
"All I ever wish is for no trouble sir kind.
Father will not be pleased for this sinister act of ours."
"Your father? Well, I could talk to him for mercy."
"No sweetie, he already decided to cast you."
"And I'm ready to take that challenge for I'm blameless"
"No please I beg you. Go before his wrath perish you"
"I fear no man except the fear of losing you"
"Very generous of you. But I can only wish for your onward to distant land"
"Never, I shall have a disscusion with him for in hand married"
"Why you so persistence? Didn't you learn a lesson as knight that being eager is a foolish thing?"
"Because I care you my dear! Even if death do us apart I'll remember you in my heart....do you truly want me to go then?"

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"I......have you...and my loving father....and mother"
"Then let's face it together. Even when the world seems crumble. I could only wish for your happiness in one roof"
"Oh you silly donkey. Always as persistence as you are"
"As usual my darling, as usual"
"...then come if you have to. Let's end this...together"
"End this together"
*her hand gets kiss sound*