Pony Shipping Poetry Compilation

The day was stunning, the sun was bright

As Equestria bathed in Celestia’s light.

Ponies danced and sang and played in the sun

For today was a day off, today was for fun.

A large festival was being held in all of the towns

For today was the day the sun most shone down.

Not a soul was hidden in the shadows of gloom

All enticed out by summer’s sweet perfume.

Everyone was happy in little Ponyville

Except for a mare sitting down on a hill.

She looked down at the town, deep in thought

And wondering why she felt so distraught.

She could see all the others, her friends happy and gay

As though nothing was wrong on summer’s first day.

Yet here she was, away from the crowds

With her only company being an oak and the clouds.

The mare had cream fur and the mane of a rose;

Colored two-tones of red like the flowers she grows.

Her coat was as soft as the grass under her hooves

Where her pawing had formed a few little grooves.

Roseluck lay on her back to enjoy the cool, wet grass

And wondered how long her bad luck would last.

“If only I hadn’t gone and blown off my head,

I would be there with my stallion!” she said.

“I hadn’t meant to get so angry with him,

Except for the fact that he was just so dim!

I meant to give them as a sign of my affection

But he wasn’t interested in my selection.

I grew him those roses, so precious to me

But he threw them away, why couldn’t he see?

And so to him, my affections were denied

He only wanted my body, not what was inside.”

Her lament at her status nowhere completed,

Roseluck let her hooves fall and sighed, defeated.

“I’ve long searched around, but no one has wanted

A mare whose treasure is not being flaunted.

Those perverts in Ponyville don’t care about love!

They merely see me as an angel from above

They wish me to sing for them heaven’s song,

But all of them leave me and don’t stay for long.”

Rose stared at the town and pondered her luck;

It hadn’t served well and now she felt stuck.

“The good ones have all gone and found home

While I am looking for the ones who still roam.

I long to find someone to end this distress

To feel from another love’s sweet caress;

I wish to hear heaven’s song sung to me by my own

Yet now here I stand, cast aside and alone.”

Yet none but the wind answered her cry

And even then it seemed a solemn reply.

The branches of the trees stretched forth to embrace

To wipe the tears streaming down her face.

Nature called to her and wished to fix

To tone of the mare’s words that hit her like bricks.

Sticks and stones did more than bones break;

Rose’s own troubled words caused her soul to ache.

Rose thought she was alone, up on that hill

Yet another listened with some vague thrill.

And as she listened to Roseluck’s lament

She felt a certain discontent.

How lonely she must be, to be out on her own

Without a soul to hear her bemoan!

She realized the sound had come from nearby;

Perhaps she could give a shoulder on which to cry.

The mare got up and walked around

And soon the object of her search was found;

Roseluck had gone and closed her eyes

Thinking the world hadn’t heard her cries.

The mare approached the other on the slope

Praying she could possibly give her some form of hope.

She sat herself down on the grass next to Rose

And slowly tapped her on the nose.

From deep in her daydream, Roseluck awoke

And saw another mare sitting under her oak;

She had purple eyes and a lavender coat.

The gentle smile on her face did denote

She wasn’t there to hassle or blame;

It almost seemed her predicament was the same.

And as she sat up and examined the sight

She recognized her: the librarian, Twilight.

When Twilight spoke, her voice was gentle:

“Don’t think I’m here to be judgmental.

I heard you voice your cries to the sky,

And came over because I was wondering why.

Speak plainly to me, let your words be true

For I am here and have been listening to you.

What has happened to make you depressed?

To keep you from being at the fair as a guest?”

While Roseluck was wary and suspicious of her,

It seemed like Twilight her feelings concurred.

So Rose decided to spill out her heart

And hoped Twilight would have some advice to impart.

“Oh Twilight,” Rose said, “I’ve already confessed

The ponies in town have kept me oppressed.

They want me not for my heart and soul;

To get me in bed has been their goal!”

“I have dated a few stallions and even some mares

Yet they all have simply become mere affairs.

None stay for long; they come and they’re gone.

They all used me like some unwitting pawn.

I look in the town and everypony has dates

Except for I; I have been spurned by the fates.

I don’t expect you, linked to royalty,

To quite understand what has befallen me.”

Twilight put a hoof on Roseluck’s shoulder.

“You think with my status my problems are over?

I’ve tried to find someone to be with, to be more than friends

Yet every stallion looks for different ends.

My connections for them are all that I’ve got;

As though I’d let my intellect rot!

So you see, dear Roseluck, we’re two of a kind;

For what we have inside the others are blind.”

“You said that you have been forgotten by fate

Yet isn’t that what brought us together this date?

You lament that no one has heard your song

Yet I’ve been singing with you on this hill all along.

You say you’ve been wandering, all on your own

Yet haven’t been noticing that you’re not alone.

Perhaps we could give each other a try.

If nothing else, we’ve both got a shoulder on which to cry.”

Rose looked at the mare, and felt her heart soar.

Something had told her she wasn’t alone anymore.

She smiled at Twilight, her first time today.

“Thank you for listening,” she heard herself say.

“I thought I had completely given up on love.

And yet you’ve come like a guardian from above.

Forgive my blunt speaking; it’s simply been a long time

Since someone has come and spoken my rhyme.”

“Shall we go and join the others?” Twilight asked.

“There’s still plenty of time; only half the day has passed.”

Roseluck smiled at her new friend

And followed Twilight to the fair to attend.

“To depression I had once been a slave

But around you,” Rose said, “I shall try to be brave.”

“No need to be brave,” Twilight said with a grin.

“Just remember in soul that you are my twin.”

The day was stunning, the sun was bright

As Equestria bathed in Celestia’s light.

Ponies danced and sang and played in the sun

For today was a day off, today was for fun.

Two mares ran and danced down the hill

Going to attend the celebration in Ponyville

Two lost hearts that had become one

Under the light of summer’s sun.