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New Co-founders!

Hear ye! Hear ye!

We have two, count em' TWO new co-founders.
You will love them just as much as I do.

We welcome to the team, DominaMoon :icondominamoon:
and prettyflour :iconprettyflour:
They will be working alongside the fabulously talented, outrageously funny, and my sweet and faithful friend, the awesome miss DearPoetry :icondearpoetry:!
She loves this group and has been working hard for it for a long time, and DominaMoon and prettyflour love this group as well and will help me make sure it runs smoothly and stays the place you want it to be, and maybe even to make it better. :heart:

These three ladies are amazing and I thank them for joining this team with me and our contributers who also work to make this group what it is

LJ :iconxlntwtch:

Shawna :icondreamlightning:

Ben :iconaumnren:

monsieurwar :iconlombregrise:

Keith :iconquestingpoet:

Zean :iconunspecifiedunknown:

Moriah :iconriseandbe:

jade-pandora :iconjade-pandora:

Eric :iconadianoeta:

Rachel :iconfuzzyhoser:

BookofNorth :iconbookofnorth:

and Joanna :iconamarum:

Last and certainly not least, I want to thank all of you, because this group would be nothing if you were not here, putting your hearts and souls into the poems that you write and submitting them here to this group for others to come and read. We are all very thankful that you do so. I am honored by every single person who joins, and you are all appreciated here. I wish I could express to you what every one of you and what every poem you trust in our hands means to me, yet all I can say is, I thank you. I will do my best to do more for you. And remember that if any one of you needs to talk, I am here for you. All you need to do click on the "Welcome Home" blog and add your comment, if you want to see if there are any other people who might answer with advice, or those who might share your problem, but if it is more personal please note me and never feel afraid, or worry that you will be bothering me. To help others, that is the main reason that I started this group. Whether it be through poetry or by having it be a safe space where anyone could feel free enough to talk to me or anyone else here.

:heart: Shanna, :iconthelunalily:

We at Poets-and Warriors wish you all the best.




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Group Rules

Welcome to Poets and Warriors! This is a poetry group with a main emphasis on creating a welcoming environment to share your work and receive constructive criticism, support and making some friends who share your love of poetry.
If you join, and want to submit to this group, then please read the following guidelines as they will help you to better enjoy the experience here, and to ensure your work is accepted. Thanks in advance!

:bulletred: Guidelines :bulletred:

Who Can Join?
- Anybody with a deviantART account can join.

Who Can Submit?
- Only accepted members of this group can submit to its galleries.

How Do I Submit?
- Look at the galleries we have and decide which one your poem would best belong in. Submit your work to that gallery. **Submitting to the wrong gallery could mean your work will be denied or removed.**

Do You Accept Fan Fiction?
- NO. There are plenty of other groups on DA for that.

Do You Accept "Mature Content"?
- Yes, but only if there is a mature content filter on it. If not it will be denied and/or taken down.

Is There A Limit To How Many Works You Can Submit?
- Yes, you may submit three works daily.

Can I submit to the Featured Folder?
- NO. The Featured Folder is for contest winners (etc..) only. Any submissions to the Featured Folder will be denied. This is to help keep the place organized and give proper recognition to those deserving. Any suggestions submitted cannot be your own work, but the work of another talented writer you wish to feature.

Can I submit to the Favorites Folder? How many?
- You may submit 1 per week. You may not submit your own work. Show off your fellow artists in the Group's Favorite Folder.

Art theft is taken seriously and any form of bullying will get you banned!

Please respect ALL of our rules. They are here to help!
We hope you enjoy our group!


Hi! I'm TheLunaLily, but you can call me Shanna. Writing is my life. It's my passion, and the reason that I'm here today. My Muse is my savior. I love reading and writing poetry, I'm self-taught and I wouldn't have it any other way. (Imperfections can show emotions better than calculated rhymes.)
I have a huge heart, big enough to fit all of you in it. I would love to get to know each and every one of you. Don't be shy! I'm always up for a chat. And if you ever need someone to talk to, note me. I will be there for you, to talk to or just to listen. Whatever you need. :heart:

Hey, guys! It’s Banshee here, but feel free to call me Kayla! I’m a fun loving art major who loves her some poetry. There is just something about the written word that has me crawling back for more. -Like at 3am when inspiration always seems to find me.- I don't mind though!! And I'm sure I'm not the only one that's been there! I’d like to get to know all of you! Notes make me smile, so hit me up with one some time and we’ll chat.

Greetings from prettyflour, otherwise known as Cindi! I am a women, wife and mother who is in love with words. I love reading and writing in all its forms. I suppose a have a special appreciation for poetry; I adore the freedom it affords and the imagery that can be created with just the right strings of words when put together. Just like Shanna, I am self taught and I think that we, who teach ourselves, have the benefit of using experience and emotion in our poetry, which translates easier and true. We live, we love, we write from the heart and soul. I'm proud to be part of this group and yearn to help inspire. If you need me, note me! I can be a great listener, a sounding board or be here for you if you are in need of an honest and unbiased opinion. :heart:

Hi guys! I'm DominaMoon otherwise known as Ava. I've absolutely loved both reading poetry and expressing myself through poetry since I can remember. I'm fascinated by both the written words, and the people behind them, so if you ever need to talk, or just have someone listen to you, I'll gladly be there for you like my lovely fellow admins :heart:







Congratulations to the winners of :iconapocalypse-writing:'s Once Upon a Time in a Town called Apocalypse Contest!

1st place winner:

HomesickCalista climbed easily over the rusted, wrought iron fence. She waited for her mother to do the same and they trudged toward some houses in the distance hoping to find something worth scavenging. Calista used a machete to cut down the tall grass and weeds in her path. She jumped as her blade hit something hard, her arm stinging from the impact. Moving closer, she discovered a large polished stone. It was sticking up out of the earth, engraved with a name and two dates. Taking a moment to look around she noticed the stretch of land between the forest and the houses was filled with these large slabs of rock.
“What is this place?” She asked her mother.
“It’s a graveyard.”
They paused to overlook the gentle rolling hills dotted with tombstones. Calista shivered at the sight. The land ahead of her seemed so lonely, abandoned and sad. She thought of her mother's stories of a time when the dead were buried in boxes, headstones marking their grave


2nd place winner:

Apocalypse TownNear the edge of the forest,
Where the tall grass does grow,
There lie the tombstones,
Row upon row.
Close by is a place,
Neither here nor there,
Where not even the slightest breeze
Displaces my hair.
It used to be a town,
Though it's overgrown.
My mother tells me
It used to be her home.
"Apocalypse" it's called,
So aptly named,
For after the end,
It was all that remained.
The people were mean,
They didn't work as a team,
For what food they might glean
Wasn't enough, they were lean.
Often they fought,
Anything was allowed,
They killed without thought,
Over the slightest of things.
All was permitted,
Anyone could see,
Incest, murder, drugs,
Whatever horror could be.
It was a dark place,
But it was a dark time.
My mother feared showing her face,
For her fate and mine.
When she found out,
She made a decision.
The cost to stay was too great,
She created a schism.
Now, the people that once lived there
Are very much gone.
All who remain,
Realize it was darkest before dawn.
How they died,


3rd place winner:

When Blaming Yourself Isn't EnoughI guess after months of wearing them, the gas masks became like a hat or a coat.
You'd put it on before venturing out because you needed it, no hesitation whatsoever.
Same thing with the safety goggles. No one argued that they were, in fact, for our safety.
Sure, I doubted that you could die from just a lungful of air, of fresh air,
because, come on, it was safe yesterday, so why not today?
But that was before we all watched Adam, hooked up to a breathing apparatus,
(in the beginning, we joked about him being a cyborg; he laughed with us between coughing fits)
his lungs shredding with every breath until his voice disappeared,
one vowel at a time (almost as quickly as the other kids), the only sound he could muster
a wet gurgle at the back of his throat that hurt him more than he cared to admit.
His eyes were covered by those strange, white cataracts that kept growing, growing, growing,
until he couldn't blink anymore, his sight rendered useless,
and then they started t


Honorable Mention:

Where Are the People?Half way through the tunnel and not a monster in sight
So far, this has been easier than I expected
Yet, I keep hearing sounds coming from behind me
Why can’t they stop following me?
I need to stop… I need a break
At least they are not in front of me
I do not have the energy to take on that army of undead
It seems like they are everywhere
Where are all of the people?
I cannot be the only one left
There is no way I intend on spending my life alone
Especially on the god forsaken planet
I think I would be better off on Mars
At least, those beings are not cannibals
Unlike these bastards… These creatures…
God… That smell… The rot
From the looks (and smell) of it, they have been through here
The devastation is just like that of the city
Everything torn to shreds
Funny, I do not see any remains either
I wonder… No… They cannot be regenerating
Nothing has the capacity to come back to life
Does it?
God… No…
I hope not… That would


Thank you to everyone involved. This was a great contest!
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Neb-Storm Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2014
Hey, I submitted a Poem for the 2014 contest and I was wondering why it hasn't been accepted yet?
prettyflour Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
It has been accepted.  :)
Neb-Storm Featured By Owner Jul 23, 2014
barbzzp Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2013  Student Writer
Thanks for accepting me! :D (Big Grin)  & happy new year! :D (Big Grin) Heart 
PoetBoi Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks on behalf of #PoetryVSTheWorld for featuring this month's winners.
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