Best The Centaur Poems
Monster MashWhen Frankenstein’s bride was created
The monster was surely elated
He asked her to dance
As he sought romance
To screams his poor ego deflated
Count Dracula surveyed the dance floor
He sought a mate sporting great pallor
“Morticia” stood out
He gave her a shout
But she brushed him off for the Centaur
Incredible...
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Categories:
the centaur, halloween, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
Divine Comedy Translation Canto XiiWas the place where we climbing down the bank
Then arrived, alpine and, for what was there
Such as, that any eyesight would be shrank.
Similar to landslide that in side bare
Before Trento the Adige just smote,
Or for shake or as missing supports were,
That from mountain top, where...
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Categories:
the centaur, fantasy, universe,
Form:
Terza Rima
Dancing With a StarI want to dance with a star, and just be let free,
Float above Orion's Belt, so no drama can reach me,
Take a swim in the Big Dipper, and just feel relaxed,
Hug the Great Bear, so i won't feel life's attacks,
Ride on Leo the lion, and...
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Categories:
the centaur, adventureme, me, cancer,
Form:
Under a Shadowy Moonpure and simple
the smile and dimples
the vanity of being wanted
loved and adored,
such admiration might
cause one to be ignored
thus should such behavior
cause others to favor
simply by the looks of the flesh
eyes can lie
and we know why
he stay's alone to himself
to speak disconcerting
and...
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Categories:
the centaur, adventure, betrayal, conflict, creation,
Form:
Ballade
A Devils TrickBlind to the danger before me
Standing with the precipice beneath me
Once a captain lost at sea
Now a babe, I cannot see
The Sirens try to seduce me
The Centaur tries to conquer me
To no avail
I stand before the finish line
With clinched fists in hand
The wind is strong
The...
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Categories:
the centaur, allegory
Form:
1066 at the Imagine Inn"Ballinger's pride will be the death of him,"
Was the last muttering of the old cyclops before
The poison took over. Never trust unicorn bartenders.
Young Gallimay, the town's token centaur,
Walked into this scene:
Serren's body laid across the bar.
Tempest the unicorn bartenders cleaned pint glasses. (All ladee-da.)...
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Categories:
the centaur, fantasy,
Form:
Narrative