All right, this is my first posted poem. I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I myself did writing it. If you guess whom the character is in the story and post a comment, you may send me a message and request a short poem from me about maybe an O.C. of yours. You must have an account for this though.
Due to restrictions I'm going to have to edit the characters each time a new poem is uploaded. So, Twilight Sparkle is the speaker in this poem as the tags now suggest.
The day had started just as any other.
Ponies trotted, animals scurried, and simple birds fluttered.
The air was just right,
Like a simple autumn’s night.
Not too warm, but not too cold,
But just chilly enough, to have somepony hold.
But even with these days, I dwell upon the past,
But this event is too important to cast.
I’ll tell the story, from my point of view,
And pass my feelings, on through you.
Please listen to my heartfelt plea,
I appreciate you listening to me.
‘Twas a cool and timid summer’s night.
We’d bask in its receding light.
The warmth never really went away,
Just hid away for the very next day.
Upon this simple summer’s night,
Upon the horizon was a most magnificent sight.
But that’s not the highlight of this day.
But an eruption of colors array.
A rainbow flash drove over the world,
And the world around seemed to slowly unfurl.
A large booming is what we hear,
But we instead find joy, other than fear.
This spectrum made us crack a smile,
And look up to the skies a while.
The colors were bright and vivid too,
The colors painting the world anew.
Nothing could taint this colored stream,
It was even implanted into our dreams.
And when the light started to fade away,
I could nary find a thing to say.
But this spectrum and its prismatic hue,
Showered us in colors true,
Showed us the true key to joy,
And gave us something no event could destroy.
A new found interest sparked in me,
Was it true this thing that I have seen?
The question lingered in my mind,
Even after the longest time.
But even as the colors fade,
I still remember the beautiful shades.
That blessed themselves upon the skies,
And showered us with its lovely light.
But I didn’t see a whole lot through,
When this rainbow up and blew.
I was doing something very important,
But much power the eruption sported.
This spectrum seemed to startle me so,
To where my true potential showed.
It saved my hide I’ll say that much,
Even though it was a crutch.
It showed my powers nonetheless,
I could’ve done better I must confess.
But it gave me a purpose and reasons to go.
I gave me a way to truly show,
I had a heart inside my chest,
And that you all are my very best friends.
Spot the reference you must, you should be able to find it I trust...
This is meant to be a silly thing, Rainbow Dash got forced into a fling. Trust me, it's very hard to write like that, but Rainbow Dash isn't exactly prepared to bat...
I’m Rainbow Dash as you should know.
Everypony knows me around here.
But apparently I lack a creative flow.
So now I have to write these poems till the end is near…
It wasn’t my choice, not a single bit…
Apparently these things help to clear one’s mind.
It was really Twi’s idea come to think of it…
But I’m unsure of just what I’ll find!
If I don’t rhyme on a pair of lines or any other,
I get chewed out by and enraged purple mare,
And she makes me throw it out, and start upon another!
After that, not even what I said could clear the tension in the air.
I’m surprised I’ve even gotten this far.
I’m not a poet or anything,
But here I sit, writing as if I’m a rising star!
But once I read back over again, the realizations really sting…
I don’t know poetry in the slightest sense,
I find it hard for myself to think,
I’m surrounded by confusion immense,
And realize that my poems stink…
If I had a choice, I’d quit right now,
Pack it all up then fly on home.
But the mare behind me would have a cow,
And most likely seal me in some ancient tome.
Interpret this all as you please,
I don’t care what you say at all,
But Celestia I suck at writing these!
And that will be my ultimate downfall.
I’ve been writing this for days on end,
I don’t know how much more I can take!
I’ll be writing these till we all ascend!
I’m not sure how much more of these I can even make!
Ideas are rushing here and there,
Making me want to keep on writing.
Oh how I find this extremely unfair,
But as long as Twi’ is here I’ll keep on fighting…
I’m getting really bored in writing this.
But I’ll keep going ‘cause Twi’s gone nuts…
Flying around without a care is something that I’ll truly miss.
But for now I’m stuck in a major rut.
I’m really running out of things to say here…
So I think I’ll get friends and we’ll go down by the bay,
And we’ll all lay on some hay,
We just may!
…That was really lame, I already know.
But that’s what boredom does to you.
But I don’t want to let my boredom show,
Or I’m afraid she’ll make me do something else that’s new.
I really am running out of things to say,
But I’m trying to keep on moving.
But I find it’s really hard this way,
But maybe after a while I’ll start improving.
I’m really getting bored right now,
I wrote this all with a bored expressive brow.
I was hesitant to write anymore,
I feel like passing out on the floor…
But there are many things I learned from this,
A very big realization did this experience bring.
Besides all of the time I missed…
Whilst writing this on a raggedy shelf,
It made me learn something about myself,
I just really suck at writing these things…
Author's Notes: There will be more where this comes from, more from Dashie's dumb. The ideas are laid out for Dash's inexperience, and complete and utter lack of patience. I hope you like what I wrote, and thanks for not discarding this note.
