Ryan Brodesser

Rookie - 64 Points (9/16/1994 / California)

Ryan Brodesser Poems

1. Horns Across The Vale 8/11/2013
2. The Eternal Journey Of Liquid 8/11/2013
3. Werewolf 8/11/2013
4. I Am 8/12/2013
5. Comma Happy 8/12/2013
6. Dust On The Boot 8/12/2013
7. Ternish 8/12/2013
8. Solitary Confinment 8/12/2013
9. The Rising Moon 8/12/2013
10. Lighthouse Inscripture 8/12/2013
11. My First Kiss 8/12/2013
12. Land Of The Dead 8/12/2013
13. Imagine If. For My Cousin 8/12/2013
14. Far Away 8/12/2013
15. Birth Of A Titan 8/12/2013
16. Sad Poem 8/12/2013
17. Chemistry Poem 8/12/2013
18. Battle Of Yore 8/12/2013
19. Flush! 8/12/2013
20. Song Of The Forge 8/12/2013
21. Dream My Dreams 8/12/2013
22. Shadow 8/12/2013
23. The Abyss 8/12/2013
24. Strange 8/11/2013
25. Rain Sestina 8/11/2013
26. Sticks And Stones 8/11/2013
27. Red Sunrise 8/11/2013
28. Bells 8/11/2013
29. The Mountain 8/11/2013
30. Parody Of ' Legend In My Living Room.' 12/18/2013
31. 50 Ways To Leave Your Cover 12/30/2013
32. Help You On Your Feet 2/5/2014
33. A Poet Is 2/5/2014
34. The Leaves 2/5/2014
35. The Elephants Tower 2/15/2014
36. Crossroads 2/16/2014
37. Wordsmith 3/2/2014
38. Airplane Blues 3/1/2014
39. Keys 3/1/2014
40. Ancestry Of Darkness 3/1/2014
Best Poem of Ryan Brodesser

Prophecy For Story Percy Jackson And The Olympians

Hero saved from brothers mighty hand

you must decide where you stand

A daughter of Athena, lost without light

The choice you must make shall aid her in her plight

Make a choice and choose your quest

To decide which hero is the best of the best

A treachery, In the deepest deep

Shall awaken a menace from a millennium long sleep

Hero related to long lost legend from ages long gone

Ask yourself hero, this before the titans rising dawn

Will you be independent, a hero in oneself, or a pawn?

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Horns Across The Vale

A horn blows softly across the vale

Like a siren, it wails through hill and vale

The townsmen awake, and close their gate

To prepare for the storm they must await

Even in hours ere long before the light of day

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