Pony Poems

by alafoel

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Anthology, Sad
Length: 1365

A collection of poems for, by and about colorful ponies.

A collection of poems for, by and about colorful ponies.

Maud's Poem takes inspiration and a line or two from So Great and Powerful and Tsyolin's song Indelible Ink.
Celestia uses edited lines inspired by the Destroyer songs Notorious Lightning and The Music Lovers.
Poem for Luna replaced on 2024-05-12.
This endeavour and the poems here-in were largely inspired by Regidar's fic All Teeth.

Feedback is appreciated, as brutal as it needs to be.

Published 2024-02-23 22:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-05-12 20:50:24 UTC

Maud's Poem

The heart is a rock.
Sedimentary.
Pressure crumbles - weakness' fidelity.
Isolation's pressure.
Loneliness presents fissure.
Together, all.
Altogether, everything.
The heart is a rock - strong.
Strong in totality.
In its community.
The heart is sedimentary.
A crust as whole, a chip itself.
No chalcedony, no decoration.
Nothing placed on a shelf.
This is the heart.
Sedimentary.

Poem for Shining Armor

Shine! Shine!

Little Stallion, live for Love.

live for life!

Live Forever!

Shine on!

but nothing’s Forever, no…

Shine on!

(your Sister)

Shine on!

(your Daughter)

Shine on!

(your Wife)

No!

Every sun Bursts, every sparkle has its Twilight.

So Shine, Shine, Forever!

but Sun Breaks.

No, no!

Forever is a long time.

Without you.

so Shine! Shine!

Shine on, as you will.

As you can.

If you can…

Burst, Break! Brittle frame! Brain strains!

Try as you might!

Try as you might to Shine!

and the hoof lays softly, over the side of the bed…

and the words come out limp, over the side of the bed…

and the gleam drains slowly, over the side of the bed…

so Shine! if you can.

Shine! while you can.

they'll miss you, remember that.

your Shine is all they have.

Your shine is all they have.

Celestia

Lightning strikes twice,
That castle’s Rut and Rot.
Rut! A moment frozen in time.
Rot! The two of you, and so much more.

Her mane flows like daggers in the rain,
pointed, sharp, endless.
The stars inside her seem so dim…
The heart inside her seems so dim.
The heart inside you, the two:
the two.
As one, as has been, as is no longer.

And your eyes, tears stuck in mid air.
A long drop to the ground,
waiting.
Waiting for that release.
Some, though, cling: Hold, Stick, Cement!
Cement to your fur,
the taste of salt in your maw.
Tears?
Or sweat?
The taste of salt in your maw.
And her eyes - locked, in this moment, with yours - see none of it.

her eyes.

It hurts to know her eyes are greyed and marbled,
that their sight is none of any worth.
That her ears are so stuffed with cotton and blood!
that she may never hear you.

Is she here with you?

…

Sister! (Destroyer!)
Searching for a world that can hold us…
Destroyer! (Sister!)
But please don’t go your own way.

…

Has she already gone?

and a hoof that once nicked the floor beneath now only hangs mid air.
Hangs mid air, right at the end of a leg raised and straightened but crooked, still, crooked.
Crooked at the sky, a warning sign.
A desperate attempt at some self defense.
It blocks nothing.
it holds no truth.
it rends in silence
then,
for a moment,
you forget that it’s your own.

The moon gloats in a pitch sky, bearing with its shine words of its own:
Some half moment, some need for change.
Some future that never happened.
Some past that no longer matters:
You are here now.
You are here now, stuck, like the oil on the canvas.
You want to hurt her.
You want to help her.

You just want an answer.

Has someone got to fall before someone goes free?

Poem for Trixie

Standing,

in an empty room.

the crowd

wandered

and

d r i p p e d

a

way.

The blood you gave.

Sun, now.

In little spatters on the floor.

Shining sun.

Watching it seep…

Onto the planks.

Into the planks.

Setting, now.

A gash torn open.

Orange beams illuminate…

Let it bleed!

Little spatters on the floor.

Let it bleed.

invisible

once

more

Blood.

to fire the horn.

to cast the spell.

to make them see.

to give them heart.

to feed the mass.

to get more blood.

to fire the horn.

to cast the spell.

to make them see.

to give them heart.

to feed the mass.

to

get

more

blood.

horn.

spell.

see.

heart.

feed.

Blood.

A cabin, alone.

A place not home.

The mirror that serves.

A face not hers.

No crowd to watch.

No heart to beat.

No thought to save.

No one to be.

i exist as observed

therefore

every moment

i

am

alone

is a moment

i

am

dead.

That empty room.

That stage, that grave.

A place to rest.

A place of rest.

A place to be seen.

The sun has set.

Twilight's Poem

I’ve never been good at poetry,
Because I always just say what I mean.
But you really are a special pony,
Even if you think it remains to be seen.

I’ve seen everything you are,
And I know now what you can be.
I just hope I don’t wander too far,
and you choose to get up and leave.

I know that you blame yourself.
And maybe you are to blame.
But there’s really no shame greater,
Than giving in to your shame.

I know things for you haven’t been easy.
I know that I’m not always near.
But please don’t make me lose hope,
That when I come back, you’ll still be here.

Poem for Derpy

I know what it’s like,
to go through names like they’re seasons.
to go through seasons like they’re nothing.
to never hear a word form from your own mouth.

I know what all of it’s like.
I know what most of it’s like -
How?
and indulge me here -
how do you
pick
your
self
up
and keep going?
Every single time?

How do you
dust
your
self
off
without losing faith?

I know you can’t tell me.

I know you won’t tell me.

For one night,
just once,
I wish I’d fall asleep…

and wake up as you.

Poem for Luna

Retrospect,
with it’s
sleek tendrils
that probe the mind
and dredge and
re-bury
seem only to come at night.

At night:
That night that you own.
One I stole from you and
claimed to miss.

So it’s here, again,
night fallen
dreams unkempt and
running over.
Messages in a bottle,
all tied with your name,
washing up
in this little river
only I can see.

These bottles that I
can’t help but open,
hooves shaking of
will not my own,
seeing again script I
wish I never penned.

All those nights,
crying to the moon,
it’s only now I realize:

I was never shouting at the void.

I was screaming in your face.

Starlight's Poem

Your words,
your words…

They cut the fur,
that hides the skin,
that holds the flesh,
that covers the bones,
that protect my heart.

Your words…

I...

They puncture the skin,
that holds the flesh,
that covers the bones,
that protect my heart.

Your words,
your words…

Forgive…

They pierce the flesh,
that covers the bones,
that protect my heart.

And I can’t stand to hear them,
those words,
those words…

You.

They snap the bones,
that protect my heart.

I

Forgive

You

That bursts the heart,
that spills the blood,
that seeps through,
and through,
the bones,
the flesh,
the skin,
the fur.

I

Forgive

You

That seeps through,
that builds a picture,
that resides on my flank,
that carries me
and carries me
and carries me.

It hurts to see my own Cutie Mark.

Fluttershy's Poem

Would that I were a bunny!
Oh life would be so simple and funny!
Seeing the scenes and eating my greens…
Would that I were a bunny!

And if it turned out I was a bear,
I'm sure any pony I'd scare.
But I never would, ‘cause scaring's no good…
But that's just if I was a bear!

Maybe if I was a toucan,
I'd do everything that you can,
Putting my mind to it, I'd think “you can do it!”...
living my life as a toucan!

And if ever that I were a giraffe,
Oh, I'm sure that it'd be a laugh!
I'd reach all the clouds and hear pegasus sounds…
If ever that I were a giraffe!

Well, I guess that I'm just a pony,
Trying my hoof at some poetry.
Spending my time and making it rhyme…
Well, it ain't so bad being a pony!