Fantastic Dreamscapes and/or objects

Create a landscape or object of epic proportions it could be reality based or fantasy based. It should make anything in real life seem dull in comparison. Use magic, be creative be surreal.

---Any amount of words any amount of posts.---

Use your creativity.

Here are some ideas: alien planets, towering cities, humongous canyons containing fantastic creatures or amazing sights, Underground cities, Floating islands, forests of fire, Onyx desert, ect.

Just remember everything should tie in to the landscape or object.

Basically make a poem about a sight that would take your breath away.

Thank you very much for your submission Jessica, your stuff is always amongst some of the longest I see. The quality and content is good, though Not necessarily what I was looking for but it was good. (Im looking for breathtaking scenery more than I Am A story)

Ill post an example from one of my earlier poems.

Here are things that I look for.
- A theme
- Uniqueness
- beauty of words, does it flow well?
- is it detailed with little things
ei¦ describing wildlife, describing the plants that grow,ect

Ah, I see! When you mentioned things like Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter and Doctor Who I was picturing perhaps that you wanted something along the lines of a mini-epic story but one set within an equally epic setting, such as the underground realm in my poem there. But at least now that explains better what you had in mind! Thanks for clarifying that so other poets can have a better idea too. I am glad you liked the poem though, even if it was not precisely what the contest required.

Fog planet rises
A tinkling crystal world where sleep is the informer.
The streets are made of wind chimes;
the houses made of gingerbread.
Warm ice never melts but never feels like plastic either.
The wind is wistful and visible,
and candles can be heard humming a quiet song with proper pitch in accordance with their height.
Trees are like paint brushes that move in opposite patterns opposite one another. They wave to me.
I wave back.

Here is my proper entry for this contest, describing a palace on an alien world. A palace of truly epic proportions! I call this humble little poem: "Grandeur" Hope everyone enjoys reading it!


- Grandeur -

Thou dost talk of grandeur, mortal? I have once seen it!
Imagine a plain of grass greener than any rich emerald,
Soft as any lover’s touch, beneath skies of lavender hue.
A palace rises from that vast sea of green, on that world,
With mighty gates inlaid with silver, and sapphires blue.
Wooden gates larger than any human portal! There, sit:
Rising like titans from where that sea of green so stirs…
To either side, mighty columns of whitest marble, pale,
With large serpents entwining them, painted in colors…
Green and blue, silver and gold, and in that hidden vale!
In that valley where this lies, the walls of that mansion,
Art like a great circle, broken only by lofty towers high.
From each slender minaret there waves a white pennon,
Softly the winds take them, there where doves oft fly…
Marked with a blood red heart, with a blue eye within.
That is the sign on those flags, such simple decoration!
Inside the palace’s walls, rise structures large and thin,
Their stained windows look upon every single direction.
Stained glass of such artistry, depicting many goddesses,
And gods, and angels and faerie-like beings of beauty…
Grand art those buildings, towering above the fortresses.
Five defenses arranged like a star in perfect symmetry…
At five points around the circular wall of that fair place!
Every dwelling, of that palace, contains arches, domes,
And slender pillars of marble polished whiter than lace.
Hanging gardens canst be seen adorning all the homes,
Wherein, surely, must people of blessedness ever live!
The water that makes the gardens live is carried along,
Pipes and workings, of cunning artistry that doth give:
Water of life unto all the plants and flowers like song!
Like music is given, unto the ears of its’ adoring fans.
Flowers of many colors, like rainbows of living things,
The habitations of songbirds, and dragonflies, and then:
Of hummingbirds too, all of which such beauty brings!
They within those gardens of which I am trying to tell.
Towards the palace’s center is a great rocky mountain,
And built into its’ sides are temples with golden bells…
Massive statues too, and many a lion-headed fountain!
The waters of those fountains pour down to deep pools.
Pools filled with lily pads and cattails, homes to frogs!
Atop the mountain, past where all that water ever cools,
Past the mewing of cats and the barking of playful dogs:
Lies the palace proper, a white marble ziggurat of size.
Seven stories high it rises, and upon it a great temple…
The grandeur of which wouldst make any poet to sigh!
Many arched windows it hath, both ornate and simple.
Columned and domed it is, filled with many statues too,
Of all the queens and princesses who ruled that realm…
Going back generations, into myths believed to be true!
All who walk there wouldst feel entirely overwhelmed.
Around the temple is a great, railed overlook so broad,
That: mighty beasts of burden couldst be accommodated.
And the strength of the stones couldst bear such a load!
Glorious power, the builders are said to hath subjugated.
Seven magnificent double-door portals lead on inside,
Each ornamented with a precious gemstone in the center.
Into the temple itself, where goddess-queens do so abide,
Those silver and gold-etched doors allow one to enter.
Above each such portal, the seals of goddesses carven,
Canst be seen by looking upwards, for such is the scale:
Of that great place of which I speak, mayhap of elfin…
Or angelic creation, beside which human art doth pale!
Atop the highest pinnacles of the temple’s lofty spires,
More pennants like those I spoke of before art waving.
Dragons fly in the skies there, in service to the desires,
Of the goddesses who were: unto their kind oft saving.
Beyond such glories, and of the interior of that structure,
Words wouldst fail me, and so I shall leave it at this…
For already hath I, in words, divine grandeur pictured!
I canst say no more, lest we enter into truly divine bliss.

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Of Ghosts and Roses

rings of silver on wisps
of dreams and wishes
dying on a day when blossoms
they bleed into the ground

the sky so blue
reflecting unto the lake
where green hyacinth thrived
and water lilies grew lush

upon the lovely day
where red roses smile
ghosts wandered like gossamer
veils on a perfect landscape

for that day they chose
to collect his bride
to accompany them to eternity
...the water was deep

he thought of her still
through the years
he would always see her
red billowing engagement gown

through his tears.

Rebirth

The opulent sun at zenith
gracefully spreads its radiant rays
unto the vast spectrum, intermingling
with the transparent blue and the infinite green
frolicking with the soft whispery breeze
coercing conch shells to rouse gently;
swaying with the tides, echoing lovers lost at sea.

The warm shores await patiently
as waves pell-mell, crawling and receding
over infinite blankets of olivine sand,
silts of nocturnal presence awaken from dormancy
quenching the insatiable thirst of wet dreams in relief;
accepting the irrational, embracing the in-eludable
the canvas sparkles and glints with glee.

Sprays of salty mist springs
from shock waves in bursts of orgasmic screams,
spinning pulsations whirl in eddies with utter delight
teetering the smooth shingles to clash and swoon
with the long tresses of reticent seaweeds
rippling a graceful dance through the sultry waves;
each tremble fitfully kissed with salty kisses of the air
as spent waves leave the shore in melodious content.

thanks for the entries everyone who has entered so far they are all fantastic.

Tis fantastic, thanks for the entry. It was much more fitting this time around.

Silvan silence,knows the way
This darkness has no reason
To stay
Moon,a vixen in the skies
Saphire clouds awake
The forest from its sleep
Whilst awake,the serpent in its egg
Fire dancing the flame
And wild ,the wood
And wild,the wind
Roaring thunder gallops behind the trees,
Wolverine feet
Over a tapestry
of fallen leafs.on trippeling feet

This was one from my repotior. I hope it's okay to post something previously published? Either way enjoy!

This piece is called "Within the Wake of the Beach (An Alliteration Piece)"

Colossal, climactic  clouds

Caught in a canopy of blue

Clear.
Cascading.
Calming.

Captures my eyes within countless hues.

'My mind once never ever knew!' I yell

'Blues of such hues!'

Least that's what i felt

And it definately felt true.



Simultaneously, I see sudden shooting sunlight

'Seamless sensory splendor!' I stammer.

It shines, shimmers, sinks into my surrendering skin.

Stimulation soaking; I submit from within

I succumb.
I smirk.
I say

'Surrounded by shivering delight, Surely I am safe today!'


Least, that is what it felt to be true.

But as if i actually knew.




Whilst waning wrapping waves

Of whipping white-water

Washes out to a wide horizon

Willingly captures my once wandering eyes.


It's all sinking in now. Woe.


Weeping with what I wanted to be  joy

I wail

'Where does the water start, and the sky begin?'

The last question, triggers it within.

The last word even. Begin.

And a blanket of black, blinding blankness, descends.

I blame

I whimper

I whisper

'Did it really have to end?'

But it has the better of me now.



The harsh reality I cannot shake.




I wake.

ah Mourganna nice to see you here, also thanks to you and Lunar Tick for the entries.

This isn't a new write. I didn't see if you were asking for new writes only.  I just am so intrigued by the prompt, I thought I'd throw out some old recycle.

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THE MIGHTY SADHUZAG


After an evening of mirth and wine

Celebrating St. Hubert’s Feast

I saw at the foot of my bed

The most fabulous wondrous beast

In a human voice he told me

“I am “The Might Sadhuzag”

The greatest stag, ever

Created by the hand of God"

As large as a huge bull

His fur was all shiny black

I road up towards the heavens

Upon his strong broad back

His rack of antlers were

Like no other in creation

So magnificent and beautiful

They defied all imagination

Made of seventy-four tines

Of pure white ivory long

Each, like a river reed

Was hollow yet quite strong

Reaching Holy Mt. Horeb’s

Sacred mystical high peak

He revealed to me a secret

That he and the angels keep

Bowing to a southerly breeze

His antlers made music so serene

That the flowers started to bloom

And the trees began to turn green

But when he bowed his head

Towards a brisk northerly gale

Through his antlers hollow

Loud sirens did they wail

The flowers leaves and grass

They all dried up and turned brown

At the piercing sharp wail

Of that terrible shrill sound

“Whether it be warm sunny days

Or nights of cold damp fog

All the winds and weather

Are caused by me

“The Might Sadhuzag”

I am the patron of the

Spring Equinox, Vernal

I am the usher of the

Fall Equinox, Autumnal

I am the caretaker of the

Northern Solstice, Summer

I’m the keeper of the

Southern Solstice, Winter

God in his omnipotent

Wisdom and reason

Has made me, ‘Sadhuzag’

Master of every season”

Then upon his antlers

Small cherubs did alight

In an angelic chorus they

Sang for heaven’s delight

When from my sweet dream

I was suddenly awaken

And any doubts I had of God

Were from me forever taken

For I had been blessed to meet

The greatest stag ever created by God

Ivory antlers and ebony black fur

He was “The Might Sadhuzag”

Sagada


(written for the hanging coffins of Sagada, Mountain Province of the Philippines)


Death hangs
like a wet necklace in the sky

I build houses with coffins
like jagged staircases to heaven
furnish them with concrete flowers
and bouquets of ash

soon I will mold my own mountain box
where I shall rest above
the jewel-flowing waters
the tongue of the wind
searing me into stone

I will be the mouth
that shelters my children
from the hard-scissored
breath of dust

the rain-dripped music
of my stillness
comforting them
against the black-splintered
fingers of twilight

how I yearn for such obsidian solace
those languid boats
their peeling planks
like Neptune's ladder
or ledges for porcelain mermaids

and in the hardness of morning
Mother Earth will wrap
her granite arms about me
veined in blood and amethyst

she will infuse me with the strength
to face immortality