Hipster pony poetry

by particle_pony

Rating: everyone
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A collection of poems set in equestria (Warning: may contain beat)

A collection of short poems.
1. A poem of praise written by an earth pony about her country-ponies. Attempt at world-building and imitation of an ancient style.
2. Six Images: Mood poem inspired by the Elements.
3. It is Coming: Luna writes of her fall to Nightmare Moon
4. Always:
5. Letter to Myself:

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-17 03:30:11 UTC

Letters from Rarities to Twilights

Dear Twilight-

When you first arrived in Ponyville, I was so glad. We were so alike, I fancied myself your mentor in the Ways of Fabulousity. Any such pretension was soon dispelled by your accomplishments, of course.

Your birthright at Court is one I have long yearned for, your magical talents inspire envy in every unicorn, so many ways there are in which you shine, that I could be jealous of, no, but now the time comes, I am jealous of only one thing. I am jealous of ! You need not worry about my relationship with AJ, however: I am not jealous in that way! I have long wished that you should find a romantic love and now that the day has come, I am terrified of the changes it will bring. Give your heart to him, dear Twilight, your whole heart, but please always find room in it for us. For me.

Equus damn it, Sweetie will never leave her bed- you are the closest thing I have to a sister now. Is it terrible that you and I have always been so much closer than I have to my own kin? Even before she... came to her present state, oh Twilight. How can I think such a thing? I'm sorry for introducing such a specter to what is intended as a cheerful letter. I wish I could heal her. I am such a selfish pony. There are no easy answers in such a situation. My heart hurts.

Letter to myself

Don't try to act cool, don't say one more thing, get out of my face and my life!

Just leave me alone, get lost, go away.

You're probably the reason everybody else left.

You talk and you talk and you say such dumb things, you're as stupid as ever there was.

You're as dumb as the earth, and as ugly as sin, so why did you bother to come?

I hate you and wish you would die.

So sit down, hug me, tell me your sorrows and fears.

I'm here for you, I'll be your friend.

Whenever you want a kind shoulder to cry on

I'll comfort you and talk to you nice.

It's going to be okay, it'll get better.

Sincerely,

The Nightmare,

your friend.

It is coming.

The feeling starts along my crest.

Then a shiver - sensual in its cool thrill - weaves up my spine

Anticipation, knowing.

It is coming.

It won't be long now, until I can barely scratch out a plea for help.

But even if Celestia were to receive my message, she could not reverse it.

Knowing, shaking.

It is coming.

I step outside into the chilly autumn, briskly trotting around my home.

My thick walls cannot keep it from me.

Waiting, biding.

It is coming.

Then the taste enters my mouth. Not the metal taste of fear...

more a sickly, cloying taste. I return inside.

Clenching, choking.

It is coming.

My magic spasms. My quill trembles. Time passes.

I wait. It does not.

Coming, faster.

It is coming.

My breath sticks in my throat.

My heartbeat races.

It is coming.

It is coming.

Always

You will always

be the friend

I will visit

in summer with

cherries, wine, and

love.

You will always

get my letters,

prank dragonmails,

and jokes written

on paper, taped

to your chamber

door.

We will always

go weeks without

talking, only to

have the exact

same dream one

night.

I'll always remember

when you said

you loved me.

I'll always remember

when you said

goodbye.

Praise for my sisters

Fragile-boned and short-lived, your arguments profane even temples

Yet who of your sisters rebuke you?

Ungainly on the ground, you define grace in the skies.

From filly to nag in short years,

we cherish you the more and your great-grandfoals after.

We love you, children of the sky!

Call out as you soar with your rough voices

Sing to us from the skies as you play

Remind all the tribes of the most important moment: now!

Crippled mutants, helpless without magic,

we kiss your twisted faces and give praise, our unicorn sisters!

Old since youth, from foalhood you commune with those dead

yet abide with the living, generous are you.

You who endure magic walk with Goddess

We praise you, sisters, who can unsee the beyond

We praise you, sisters, whose compositions uplift every heart

We praise you, sisters, who give us the most precious gift, your love.

Old magic, deep magic.

We thunder upon the earth below and raise the green and living.

Roots, stem, hooves, mane: all parts of one plant!

Dance, earth ponies, pound your hooves into the fertile soil

Dance for the life we create!

We all thrice-over mothers:

We give life to the soil, green buds raising praise to Celestia,

We give life to our kin, golden oats and hay,

We give life to the dance- Equestria's song, her music.

Without our hooves, there would be no rhythm.

All dance comes from earth ponies.

All dancers, winged and horned, honor us.

We are as solid as the earth below our strong hooves.

Six images

(RD) Cold waves beat the rocks

spray shines in the air

wings wink beyond sight

and a voice calls freedom.

The athlete

(AJ) Muscles shift under skin

legs pound the earth below

dust showers behind as

grasses bow in the passing.

The worker

(R) The artist's stillness is only physical

Within, images furiously make war

In comparison, magic bending reality

is not much at all.

Her craft is

(FS) Trees whisper then fall still

hearth-light fades beyond red

crisp air make blankets delicious

as night gives way to dreams

The domestic

(TS) Golden Jupiter rises before dawn

Lightning flashes!

The smell of ozone

your heart pounds an echo of the thunder!

The mystic

(PP) Fear gives way to relief

The young morning breaks

Birdsong replaces thunder

and clouds flee, chased by playful sunbeams.

The jester