Hello All, This is Mephiston here.

A while ago I had this peculiar idea whilst looking at the Graphics request threads: Why we didnt have anything like this for the poetry section? Its an unusual idea, but I asked a few people and they said it was good. And it wont hurt to start the thread anyways.
So, if you want me to write a poem for you or someone else, give me a theme (i.e. romance, happiness , endurance etc), a date by which you would like it by and then I will send it to you by PM when it is finished.
If there is significant interest I may include Fanfics/ideas for sharing here, but not for creating for other people. Whatever, Ill burn that bridge when I find it.

Thanks alot,
Mephiston

All writers are now host writers, and therefore anyone can write for you!

more requests please!
Mephiston

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

Haha! The Darketh shall be the first to request, as we already tlaked about, i would love a poem about ma wonderful Davy Jones! Please and thank you or wonderful Mister. Fish!

I will write you this poem indeed Dark. I will send it to you by PM when I have finished writing it. what you do with is then is up to you.

Mephiston.

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

Ready for the next request anyone want to make.
Any takers?
Mephiston

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

I don't need a poem made, but I could write some for the requests, if thats alright with you, Mephiston.
Misery

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

Ditto.

*points to above post*

Hey all. This is mephiston.
Im leaving this thread for the meantime. Anyone can write anything for anyone, all request writers are now host writers.
Mephiston.

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

I am back! The Lamenter ish back in business.
Ive been thinking about this thread, and it seems to have died for a while. So, I would also invite, a well as people to request poetry from our brilliant team, any enterprising writers that want to post any poetry (and the occasional fanfic , PM me first about it though please) are free to do so.
well, thats about it really for what I wanted to say#
The Lamenter

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

Sounds cool.

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

I would like to be a writer! My work isn't always great, but I can try!

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

yeah sure, go ahead. If you want to post a few things on here then do so, (but for Fanfic give me a shout first) Ill add you on the first post. welcome!
now to wait for a request...
The Lamenter

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

yeah sure, go ahead. If you want to post a few things on here then do so, (but for Fanfic give me a shout first) Ill add you on the first post. welcome!
now to wait for a request...
The Lamenter

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

*Pops in* Could i request one? *Jumps up and down* *Thinks* Maybe about losing a loved one and learning to love again?

(PS: I'm writing a "book" and if you dont mind may i use it in there? I'm not really too great a poetry. I'm better at stories. *Sighs* Thanks!)

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well, if no one here minds, Ill take this request.
(You can post a story here, but not too much material at once perhaps)
The Lamenter

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

OK, request finished Inwe, this is what Ive come up with.

Love , I have learned is bitter and sweet,
A wellspring of strength, A crutch to hold,
A thing to keep me up on failing feet,
But when its gone, life goes dark and feels cold.

When I lost my only love, my inner spark faded,
My heart was rent in twain, like sails in a storm,
And in that moment, anything I would have traded,
To have you back,And embrace you in my arms warm.

And dim seemed my fortunes star,
Me, a mere shadow of days gone past,
And every thought of you did mar,
All my days, and this torture for a time did last.

But then I saw a beacon shone through the fury,
And like a shining Paladin from a fairytale story,
A blade you drew, of love and hope renewed,
And broke my chains, and destroyed my sorrow long brewed.

And free I soared, unbound ,as an eagle in flight,
And my once drained soul received new might,
And I wept no longer, My wrists no longer bound,
And life and love I had once more found.

This feeling was so strange to me, who had ,
Been loves thrall, My heart was glad,
Love I knew again once more, this time,
It was worth it, and I would make it mine.

For Inwe

Next request Ill sit out everyone, so someone else can do one
The Lamenter

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"This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? "

*Huggles* Thank you soo much! tis beautimus! <3

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Ammy is my sig supplier.
The Poetry Project.
Inwe's Facebook