NOTE: Below are all the poems I’ve written (both the good and the bad). Formatting is as such:

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[Name of Poem]

[Body of Poem
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Post # >>XXXXXXXX
[Additional Comments]

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Scootaloo’s Flight

8	Among the winds, butterflies float
8	Across the air as I stand from
8	The ground, staring up as they dance
8	Freely in the sky. Swooping low,

8	They flit about and brush my coat,
8	Ushering me to play, to come
8	With them. I would, but there’s no chance
8	I can fly, I’ve tried and I know

8	It wasn’t meant to be. It’s fine,
8	Though, so fly and fly nearby your
8	Friends as I lie under this tree.
8	And please, say a hello for me.
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Post # >>36079789
This poem was my very first pony poem.

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Rainbow’s Love Poem

He’s tall, handsome, and makes me feel good,
As what any cool stallion like Anon should!
Not that I like him... or anything like that,
It’s totally cool, though, if he gives me pats.

And maybe scritches, behind the ears, too,
But no one will know that, not even who,
ESPECIALLY if it’s the most awesomest pony in all of Ponyville!!!
Anyways... he’s totally cool and totally chill.

He even says I’m ‘totally tubular,’ I mean, who does this?
I love him so much, I just want his kiss.
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Post # >>36241270
This poem was made with the idea of how I thought Rainbow would write love poetry.

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Amidst the Clouds

10	As I lie atop a cloud, I wonder
10	If I’m soaring or floating in the sky
10	While I watch from above as he walks by.

10	Though only I can tell, within my chest
10	My heart’s beating faster than I can fly
10	And I have no idea as to why.

10	Beneath me, he strolls along as I stare.
10	Longing for more, longing for love, I sigh.
10	He said his hello, and tells me goodbye.
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Post # >>36241270
This poem was made with the goal of writing something proper in lieu of the poem above.

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Lonely Mayor Mare

10	Approving directives, assigning roles
10	Signing requests, bills, and wading through scrolls.
10	And throughout the night, checking the town’s tolls
10	While other ponies are home with their foals.

10	With all the days, the years that’s gone and past,
10	Oh my, how the years went by, passing fast,
10	I remember that I’m one of the last
8	Of my friends, of my family.

8	I finish the night with a grin,
8	As I think about memories
8	Of when I was a filly and
8	My parents had filled me with joy.
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Post # >>36241387
I’m not very proud of this poem primarily due to both the tonal and metrical shift at the end of stanza two to the last stanza. I was attempting to intentionally cause that shift to make it sound jarring, however, I don’t think it adds onto the quality of the poem. Oh well.

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Fulvius Stellus Loves his Mare

5	Love, oh love of mine,
6	Oh how your eyes do shine
5	From the blazing sun
6	Of my heart. How I pine

5	After such a mare
6	As you, with chestnut hair.
5	My mind often runs
6	With thoughts of us, a pair.
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Post # >>36241923
Nothing to add other than to pay homage to the OG chad.

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Curious Verity

8	Showered in the rays of sunlight,
8	A lone filly galloped forward.
8	Her small hooves stomped upon the ground
8	As her eyes shimmered with glee, hope.

8	She neared the end of the clearing
8	Panting, her coat glistened with sweat.
8	Leaping, she pierced the underbrush
8	And landed upon soft soil.

8	Shakily, she lowered herself
8	To the cool, grassy forest floor.
8	Her vision shook, and when it calmed,
8	Something flew onto her muzzle.

8	Her nose tickled and she sneezed,
8	Sending the butterfly up high.
8	She rubbed a hoof along her nose
8	As the monarch hovered in front.

8	“Sorry!” she yelled with a smile,
8	And the monarch landed again
8	Atop her nose, lightly flapping
8	Its wings before settling down.

8	“Oh, um, hi.” she quietly spoke,
8	“You’re really cute, do you know that?”
8	It fluttered its wings, and again,
8	She sneezed, but the monarch flew up.

8	Blinking, she wondered where it went
8	Until she felt her mane rustled.
8	“I think I’ll call you Sir Monarch!”
8	And from her mane popped Sir Monarch.

8	The two travelled forward and found
8	A patch of lilacs, bright violet.
8	A grumble came from the filly,
8	Thick drool slipping down from her mouth.

8	“Verity!” Anon had called out,
8	His voice drawing near, “It’s lunchtime!”
8	“Anon, look!” Verity shouted,
8	Pointing at her mane, “He’s my friend.”

8	Anon gazed upon Sir Monarch
8	And a smile formed on his lips.
8	“You’re both adorable, sweetie,”
8	He chuckled as he scooped them up.

8	“Now, let’s go home,” he said, whisking
8	Them away, running as she laughed.
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Post # >>36253365
I couldn’t not do a poem of /our/girl. Also, a song that I’m thinking of at the moment: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qEztui18cA8 [My Girl- The Temptations]

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Lyra Steals Anon’s Oats

8	Plopping down in my comfy chair
8	With a glass of cider, I sat
8	Listening to the chirps, ribbits
8	And other wildlife outside
8	When a knock sounded from my door.

8	‘For what purpose could this knock be?’
8	I thought, mulling over what could
8	Possibly warrant a visit
8	As the warmth of sweet apples filled
8	My soul, soothing me to the core.

8	From the door came a thump and thud
8	I have never heard once before
8	So I stood with my ass quite sore
8	And strode to the window as more
8	Drums, beats and raps came from my door.

8	I pulled the curtains aside and
8	Gasped at the sight of this mare for
8	I knew her, yet her purpose nor
8	Her goal I knew, but to ignore
8	Her presence is a greater chore.

8	‘Anon,’ she called, ‘open your door
8	‘For you’re the hyooman I adore
8	‘The most! Oh, you make my heart soar
8	‘And want! I beseech, no, implore
8	‘For you to please open this door!’

8	My breathing stilled and my thoughts stopped
8	When she peeked through the glass, I dropped.

8	‘Anon!’ she screamed, leaving the door
8	To watch as I laid on the floor.
8	‘My love will grow forevermore
8	‘With your head pats, belly rubs or
8	‘Ear scritches. I swear it,’ she swore.

8	‘Leave me be, foul wench!’ I roared,
8	‘Begone you filthy cuddle whore!’
8	Her eyes hardened with that of war.
8	Her horn glistened and magic poured
8	Onto my fragile, feeble door.

8	Wood splintered while the hinges tore
8	From the thin frame. I was done for
8	As she left to search, to explore
8	Amidst the debris of decor.
8	My vision swirled and filled with black.

8	When I awoke, I was in bed
8	And when I checked the living room,
8	All was intact, clean and pristine.
8	I sighed heavily, ‘T’was a dream!’
8	I exclaimed when my stomach churned.

8	With the sunlight outside, breakfast
8	Was on my mind, so I went to
8	The pantry to retrieve oatmeal.
8	As I opened the door, I gasped
8	At the small note with Lyra’s name.

4	The oats were gone.
4	The oats, no more.
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Post # >>36309517
This one took some time, and I’m pretty happy with the result. Lyra truly is a devious little shid.

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A Mailmare’s Course

8	Gliding along the lukewarm air,
7	Her feathers brushing cobble,
8	She flew and flew without a care
7	And caused a stack to topple.

9	Chocolate spheres’n’cookie tears tumbled
8	To the ground. A vanilla disc,
8	Which was amiss, against a stall
2	It wound.

9	Cracking sounds and splintered wood gave the
7	Mare a fright, but when she sighed,
7	Her flowers died, and gave her
3	Quite the sight.

8	With sweets in ruins, flowers too,
7	Sweetie Drops and Roseluck wept,
8	But when the stall had bid adieu,
7	The flowers and wood had leapt.

9	It crashed against another stall and
8	One by one, they went. One applause,
8	From Discord’s paws, encouraged their
2	Descent.

9	Chaos came’n’chaos went. Now there’s
7	Nothing left. A crowd had formed
7	Around the deformed remnants,
3	All bereft.

10	‘Sorry’ Derpy cried, sorrow on her face,
5	And off she flew to
5	Finish her route since
6	She had to keep her pace.
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Post # >>36481714
Not much to say other than I had fun writing this one.

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Cherry’s First Flight

10	Her basket flipped and sheets laid out, she huffed
10	And ran a hoof along her mane with glee.
10	She grabbed a tool about her side and puffed
10	Some air, and with delight, her eyes did see
10	Her masterpiece inflate that’d lead to flight.

10	She turned a valve and felt a gust of gas
10	Seep out the spout and rushed to cause a spark
10	And light a flame. With pride, she had her pass
10	Of confirmation to move on. The park
10	Was dead, no ponies near. The time was right.

10	She flipped her basket back upright and filled
10	Her parachute to full, untied the rope
10	That held her down and lifted to the sky.
11	Down beneath the clouds she saw the fields pass by
10	As pegasi flew close to shout their hi’s.
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Post # >>36535736
The original idea was for it to be focused on taking in the scenery, but I figured Cherry’s first flight would be better.