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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
This section is for story poems about dreams and fantasy; fiction poetry born out of a creative imagination. This includes poems about the writer's aspirations and the life they wish they led, or a person they wish they could be. Along with poetry about fictional characters and made up situations, taking place in this world or within the realm of fantasy. The "story poems" category also includes science fiction and fanfiction poems.
oskar
Poem Published
Today 9:22am
Today 9:22am
astonisment
Astonishment
The queen in her gilded coach pulled by white horses
Came gliding on the sea, towards the sandy shore
Where men stood waited to be knighted.
They had done their duty to keep their mouth shut
And averted their eyes to the state’s illegal activity
Now, payoffs a title and membership in a pash club
The queen came ashore, she had a white lion cub
In one hand and a hammer in the other hand
She hit the men over the head; they fell and died.
The queen, a Marxist revolutionary had been silent
for so long, now...
The queen in her gilded coach pulled by white horses
Came gliding on the sea, towards the sandy shore
Where men stood waited to be knighted.
They had done their duty to keep their mouth shut
And averted their eyes to the state’s illegal activity
Now, payoffs a title and membership in a pash club
The queen came ashore, she had a white lion cub
In one hand and a hammer in the other hand
She hit the men over the head; they fell and died.
The queen, a Marxist revolutionary had been silent
for so long, now...
#apocalypse
#mythology
#luck
#dystopian
#curse
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oskar
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 9:58am
1st Dec 2021 9:58am
a writer's problem
A writers’ problem
The thing is this when you die; you can’t go back
and write about it.
Those, there are a few, who say they can are charlatans.
We can speculate about death or write a thesis about it
or we can write about near-death experiences
like if a bright light a choir singing soft songs to harp music.
The river of no return.
When driving on the long bridge on my way to Algarve
I think of the bridge falling, but it is always about survival
a story to tell, the one who got away.
Death is the ending of a book you read, ...
The thing is this when you die; you can’t go back
and write about it.
Those, there are a few, who say they can are charlatans.
We can speculate about death or write a thesis about it
or we can write about near-death experiences
like if a bright light a choir singing soft songs to harp music.
The river of no return.
When driving on the long bridge on my way to Algarve
I think of the bridge falling, but it is always about survival
a story to tell, the one who got away.
Death is the ending of a book you read, ...
#parody
#satirical
#funny
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Joshsam
Poem Published
30th Nov 2021 5:29pm
30th Nov 2021 5:29pm
Silence moving
Silence emanating.
Across fields
Carrying our history.
Forever we'd laughed and cried.
Hearts grew.
Filling our skies.
Seeding dreams.
Always we knew who lied.
So we said..sing, sing louder.
For yesterday, all our tomorrow's depend.
Everytime was overtime.
Seconds escaping.
Falling from twisted fingers.
Crashing into our oblivion.
Into black fathoms.
Out of desperate reach.
Hard to take in.
Fate cast it's eye over us.
So we said....its come to this.
For tonight the...
Across fields
Carrying our history.
Forever we'd laughed and cried.
Hearts grew.
Filling our skies.
Seeding dreams.
Always we knew who lied.
So we said..sing, sing louder.
For yesterday, all our tomorrow's depend.
Everytime was overtime.
Seconds escaping.
Falling from twisted fingers.
Crashing into our oblivion.
Into black fathoms.
Out of desperate reach.
Hard to take in.
Fate cast it's eye over us.
So we said....its come to this.
For tonight the...
#fate
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Hidden_treasures1
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 6:18am
29th Nov 2021 6:18am
Let me
Let me be your scribe
How I vow to caress every page in your novel and drown in your story
Let me carry your words onto Papyrus, flattering and gentle on the eyes
Speak the words my queen, yes! Speak them aloud, the ones that demand my innermost attention
Let me devour your thoughts
and let these eyes observe your nightly rituals, in the hopes that I may one day hold the ink that falls from your pen
How I vow to caress every page in your novel and drown in your story
Let me carry your words onto Papyrus, flattering and gentle on the eyes
Speak the words my queen, yes! Speak them aloud, the ones that demand my innermost attention
Let me devour your thoughts
and let these eyes observe your nightly rituals, in the hopes that I may one day hold the ink that falls from your pen
#love
#inspirational
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missjem56
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 9:57pm
28th Nov 2021 9:57pm
The Golden Dragon
The wild dragon
Drew a dragons breath
Gazing at the dark grey sky
Opened its wings, and began to fly
Silently, it soared
Its gilded golden wings
Gliding with the breeze
A hungry flight, she couldn't appease
She cut through the clouds
To seek out the sun
Camouflaged, by her golden glow
Breathing out, a rekindled firey flow
As her torched, and torturous body
Now invigorated, she flew back to her cave
Within her concave eyes, lay a tapestry, of deep blue hues
As flames, from her ochre pastel tongue, grew...
Drew a dragons breath
Gazing at the dark grey sky
Opened its wings, and began to fly
Silently, it soared
Its gilded golden wings
Gliding with the breeze
A hungry flight, she couldn't appease
She cut through the clouds
To seek out the sun
Camouflaged, by her golden glow
Breathing out, a rekindled firey flow
As her torched, and torturous body
Now invigorated, she flew back to her cave
Within her concave eyes, lay a tapestry, of deep blue hues
As flames, from her ochre pastel tongue, grew...
#love
#loneliness
#dragons #mythology
#dragons #mythology
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Stoney223
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 8:17pm
28th Nov 2021 8:17pm
TO ESCAPE FROM THE WORLD
Sometimes it is worth and necessary that we step, out the door to escape to that far away place. Nestle between the mountains and streams of our imagination, that runs through the valley hidden behind the skies and clouds. That secret universe lock in a world where, there is no time or space only your own imagination. To be awaken and felt, as your consciousness awakens the process of the moment. Where we can find the right place Nestle in the past and future and present that the visionary world becomes of a modern day life. Where we are equal yet not the same, as we each think differently as...
#forest
#river
#clouds
#nature
#mountains
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TimWombles
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 11:44am
28th Nov 2021 11:44am
Aye, the Pirates Life For Me
I'm Captain Thames. I'm a pirate, if only in my mind
Plundering some treasure, all that I can find
I may be slightly addled, a canvas shy of a full sail
But I don't plan to live forever, and dead men tell no tales
I can see you've already measured me for my chains
Yea, you've already convicted me of the crime of playing with half a brain
So I'll batten down the hatches and pour myself some rum
There will be no parley for me, and I'll wait for Jack Ketch to come
I'll dance the hempen jig, with that halter round my neck
And...
Plundering some treasure, all that I can find
I may be slightly addled, a canvas shy of a full sail
But I don't plan to live forever, and dead men tell no tales
I can see you've already measured me for my chains
Yea, you've already convicted me of the crime of playing with half a brain
So I'll batten down the hatches and pour myself some rum
There will be no parley for me, and I'll wait for Jack Ketch to come
I'll dance the hempen jig, with that halter round my neck
And...
#LifeStruggles
#funny
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Joshsam
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 4:19pm
27th Nov 2021 4:19pm
She seas.
Sea swells.
Like growing unease.
Pulled on riptide.
Fast-flowing over.
Capturing land
Saturating hearts.
She sees.
Across ravaged years
Stranded by ocean dreams.
Naive freedom yearning.
Horizon searching.
Always disappointed.
Textures blur.
As motions race.
She outlives desires.
Leaving just outlines.
Fragments scattered.
Lost to the depths.
Waves surge.
Announcing devastation.
Smashing sound thought.
Her mind narrows.
This time now escaping. ...
Like growing unease.
Pulled on riptide.
Fast-flowing over.
Capturing land
Saturating hearts.
She sees.
Across ravaged years
Stranded by ocean dreams.
Naive freedom yearning.
Horizon searching.
Always disappointed.
Textures blur.
As motions race.
She outlives desires.
Leaving just outlines.
Fragments scattered.
Lost to the depths.
Waves surge.
Announcing devastation.
Smashing sound thought.
Her mind narrows.
This time now escaping. ...
#dreams
#sea
#fate
33 reads
2 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 9:40pm
26th Nov 2021 9:40pm
A Pixie Love Song
loving exotic, loving erotic
loving eclectic too
loving quixotic, thinking I've got it
I am in love with you
first thing this morning, right at the dawning
of sunlight in the sky
feeling you somehow, feeling you right now
feeling as if I could fly
heartbeats aflutter, blown away clutter
emotionally serene
I am awaking, giving and taking,
by a gently flowing stream
through a green pasture, warmer than last year
with willows weeping nearby
a Garden of Eden, without all the weeding
prostrate on the...
loving eclectic too
loving quixotic, thinking I've got it
I am in love with you
first thing this morning, right at the dawning
of sunlight in the sky
feeling you somehow, feeling you right now
feeling as if I could fly
heartbeats aflutter, blown away clutter
emotionally serene
I am awaking, giving and taking,
by a gently flowing stream
through a green pasture, warmer than last year
with willows weeping nearby
a Garden of Eden, without all the weeding
prostrate on the...
#love
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2 Comments
Em-ily
_Erica
_Erica
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 11:06pm
25th Nov 2021 11:06pm
Folly is the title of a famous song. In short, there is a world of doubt and war associated with essential elements
In years past
Today
There is nothing but the single discussion of the universe (A), a derivative of which, a clear matter and a process, and the idea of God as man
Similarly the habits of Lunatics are mentioned for the purpose of prayer in speaking and communicating without much of a hindrance to the offerings made by dinosaurs
The ideas of God were followed by many guns, but went this way in their cycle, and now that we have more than one song, God, and other names, like...
Today
There is nothing but the single discussion of the universe (A), a derivative of which, a clear matter and a process, and the idea of God as man
Similarly the habits of Lunatics are mentioned for the purpose of prayer in speaking and communicating without much of a hindrance to the offerings made by dinosaurs
The ideas of God were followed by many guns, but went this way in their cycle, and now that we have more than one song, God, and other names, like...
#spiritual
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 4:07pm
24th Nov 2021 4:07pm
A DOORWAY FOR SPIDER WOMAN
Spider woman tickles the earth
And tickles the roots
For she knows the worth
Of the sprouts and the shoots
She uses her fingers
To hold things together
And when it is needed
She conjures a tether
As strong as the ore
Of the mountains up high
Which she magically uses
To build things and fly
She uses her eyes
To inspect your endeavors
Eight of them miss
Nothing whatsoever
You can learn many secrets
From her you know
Just be careful regarding
Which...
And tickles the roots
For she knows the worth
Of the sprouts and the shoots
She uses her fingers
To hold things together
And when it is needed
She conjures a tether
As strong as the ore
Of the mountains up high
Which she magically uses
To build things and fly
She uses her eyes
To inspect your endeavors
Eight of them miss
Nothing whatsoever
You can learn many secrets
From her you know
Just be careful regarding
Which...
#rhyming
#mythology
#learning
#culture
#tradition
42 reads
3 Comments
Elenore
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 2:53pm
24th Nov 2021 2:53pm
Words For The Desperate
A lot of folks seem desperate these days.
Sadness and depression weigh them down.
A loved one gone, a pet passed on.
Always something gnawing at them.
But that’s why there are words!
Words of encouragement, words of imagination!
Like, what does a caterpillar think while developing inside it’s cocoon?
Does it dream like we do? Do they dream of flying perhaps?
The whispers of the willow in summertime comfort my soul.
Or what about the warmth of the sun on the lush green grass?
I sit down to daydream under the willow as the branches...
Sadness and depression weigh them down.
A loved one gone, a pet passed on.
Always something gnawing at them.
But that’s why there are words!
Words of encouragement, words of imagination!
Like, what does a caterpillar think while developing inside it’s cocoon?
Does it dream like we do? Do they dream of flying perhaps?
The whispers of the willow in summertime comfort my soul.
Or what about the warmth of the sun on the lush green grass?
I sit down to daydream under the willow as the branches...
#nature
#uplifting
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DU Poetry : Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
