Story Poems
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.
Josiah
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:45pm
Yesterday 10:45pm
Counting my Blessings
Nine and buddies smoking the shore
Nine and past time to ride home
Nine and’v cried souless to the core
Nines, I'm not to unfamiliar with
TENS, the doctor says will help her
Ten and my mom will miss me
Tens, but that's not enough to deter
Ten men banging loud on her door
Eleven after seven is the place to hang
Eleven 24oz for myself and friends
Eleven months since the police rang
Eleven placeholders in the ground
Twelve, I'm kneeling down looking up
Twelve more rotations I could be dead
Twelve hoods strong, never to grow...
Nine and past time to ride home
Nine and’v cried souless to the core
Nines, I'm not to unfamiliar with
TENS, the doctor says will help her
Ten and my mom will miss me
Tens, but that's not enough to deter
Ten men banging loud on her door
Eleven after seven is the place to hang
Eleven 24oz for myself and friends
Eleven months since the police rang
Eleven placeholders in the ground
Twelve, I'm kneeling down looking up
Twelve more rotations I could be dead
Twelve hoods strong, never to grow...
#sadness
#grief
#emptiness
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Kexby
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:20pm
Yesterday 12:20pm
Painting in Walsall Art gallery UK
They sought my eye, the two
naked as the gods intended,
bright day illuminating
each structured limb and pore.
A child, on his mother's thigh
tightly held her arm,
smiled upon her breast
his man-hood undisturbed;
saw his mother as she was,
loved and lovely.
Venus was in charge
Eros nowhere to be seen.
They asked me look closer
see how they were wrought
his dimple arms,
his love he felt for her.
She in turn caused ...
#respect
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rapturecapture
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:02am
Yesterday 1:02am
In The Name Of...
Silence
I am, tragic
beyond trickery...
I am innocence
I am, misery
I am Blood
I am, mystery
I am heart
I am, History
I am time
I, am delivery
I am love
I am, Liberty
Revenge
I am Plot
I am, author
I am audition
I am, order
I am rhyme
I, am Vission
I am soul
I am, Mission
I am bone
I am, brittle
I am pen
I, am, riddle
Victory
I am story
I, Belong
I am commitment
I am, strong
I am words
I am... applause
I am life
I, am...
I am, tragic
beyond trickery...
I am innocence
I am, misery
I am Blood
I am, mystery
I am heart
I am, History
I am time
I, am delivery
I am love
I am, Liberty
Revenge
I am Plot
I am, author
I am audition
I am, order
I am rhyme
I, am Vission
I am soul
I am, Mission
I am bone
I am, brittle
I am pen
I, am, riddle
Victory
I am story
I, Belong
I am commitment
I am, strong
I am words
I am... applause
I am life
I, am...
#love
#strength
#power
20 reads
5 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
20th May 2018 00:44am
20th May 2018 00:44am
just a ghost
She's sitting on a bench from across the street
Counting every face that's passing by
Tick-tock every second she's glancing at her watch
Every single day sitting on a bench from across the street looking at the birds in the sky
She's Waiting on a strangers hello
She's waiting on someone to share the smile
For the rest of her life she's waiting on someone to break the ice
People come and go
Friendly faces heading back home
She's slowly losing hope
She's waiting for someone to take her hand and take her home
But No one notices...
Counting every face that's passing by
Tick-tock every second she's glancing at her watch
Every single day sitting on a bench from across the street looking at the birds in the sky
She's Waiting on a strangers hello
She's waiting on someone to share the smile
For the rest of her life she's waiting on someone to break the ice
People come and go
Friendly faces heading back home
She's slowly losing hope
She's waiting for someone to take her hand and take her home
But No one notices...
#loneliness
#death
#LifeStruggles
#MovingOn
#emptiness
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george4man2box
Poem Published
20th May 2018 00:17am
20th May 2018 00:17am
The Buzzard
Within the common (all purpose room)
at highland manor apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly dreaded
fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,
nap noopy, pugnaciously ravenous, talon
viciously wizened, xenophobic yeti, zapping
zeroing zillion zippers,
zoned Zuckerman alley bye
barred doors fate helplessly jury-rigged
sealed with plaintive cry
no escape known to this man caught
in a deadly voodoo clutch,
thus doomed to die
ugly cannibalistic, frightful,
heathen rumors myopic...
at highland manor apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly dreaded
fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,
nap noopy, pugnaciously ravenous, talon
viciously wizened, xenophobic yeti, zapping
zeroing zillion zippers,
zoned Zuckerman alley bye
barred doors fate helplessly jury-rigged
sealed with plaintive cry
no escape known to this man caught
in a deadly voodoo clutch,
thus doomed to die
ugly cannibalistic, frightful,
heathen rumors myopic...
#romantic
#myself
#misunderstood #SelfReflection
#misunderstood #SelfReflection
14 reads
2 Comments
Angelast1
Poem Published
19th May 2018 6:55pm
19th May 2018 6:55pm
Cowboy
I hear steps on the porch
boot heels and the ching of spurs
familiar silhouette
framed by the door
It's that time of the year
he comes around
with the wandering wind
"Ma'am...!"
He tips his hat
blue piercing eyes
gleaming under the rim
crow's feet like river beds
gaunt face
skin like leather
smell of saddle grease
trail dust on his clothes
Coffee cooking on the wood stove
I offer him a chair
"You're looking tired"
He takes off his hat
takes a seat
"It's the mileage, not the years." ...
boot heels and the ching of spurs
familiar silhouette
framed by the door
It's that time of the year
he comes around
with the wandering wind
"Ma'am...!"
He tips his hat
blue piercing eyes
gleaming under the rim
crow's feet like river beds
gaunt face
skin like leather
smell of saddle grease
trail dust on his clothes
Coffee cooking on the wood stove
I offer him a chair
"You're looking tired"
He takes off his hat
takes a seat
"It's the mileage, not the years." ...
#loneliness
#romantic
36 reads
9 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
18th May 2018 11:05pm
18th May 2018 11:05pm
Rosemary's Baby
Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.
Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.
My wife and I, we couldn’t have kids,
So we called Rosie and now we have three.
Our surrogate, suffragette,
Sacrificed, all she had to give.
A selfless act, an adopted kid,
A world of joy is all Rosemary could give.
Now Rosemary’s baby, is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.
Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped...
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.
Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.
My wife and I, we couldn’t have kids,
So we called Rosie and now we have three.
Our surrogate, suffragette,
Sacrificed, all she had to give.
A selfless act, an adopted kid,
A world of joy is all Rosemary could give.
Now Rosemary’s baby, is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped right on time for me.
Rosemary’s baby is a baby of mine,
Rosemary’s baby dropped...
#children
#parent
#family
#fiction
#ShortStory
11 reads
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Anonymoussoundvoic
Poem Published
18th May 2018 00:02am
18th May 2018 00:02am
Blue Jazz.
The saxo notes
are lashes
And the canvas
is in the air,
Entering through
the ears,
painting Sunsets
inside the eyes
outside the mind.
Still
missing you,
missing your voice,
waiting for you
to communicate.
But you won't,
you didn't...
you don't.
You are the strongest
of both of us now.
H.R
are lashes
And the canvas
is in the air,
Entering through
the ears,
painting Sunsets
inside the eyes
outside the mind.
Still
missing you,
missing your voice,
waiting for you
to communicate.
But you won't,
you didn't...
you don't.
You are the strongest
of both of us now.
H.R
#dreams
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corpselily2185
Bumped 17th May 2018 6:30am
4th May 2018 8:52pm
4th May 2018 8:52pm
Eclipse
I soften the darkness,
The stars are my children
Burning indefinitely,
Eternally guilded
They heed my call and hide from the Sun
Crystalline kindred,
they die out one by one
Fall back my child,
Seek Shelter in Andromeda,
Follow Ursa to her den,
This will not be the end.
I have done my part,
My debt has been paid,
My child is safe,
But I am a slave.
Now the universe mourns,
Shrouded in gloom,
He’s finally done it,
He captured the moon.
The stars are my children
Burning indefinitely,
Eternally guilded
They heed my call and hide from the Sun
Crystalline kindred,
they die out one by one
Fall back my child,
Seek Shelter in Andromeda,
Follow Ursa to her den,
This will not be the end.
I have done my part,
My debt has been paid,
My child is safe,
But I am a slave.
Now the universe mourns,
Shrouded in gloom,
He’s finally done it,
He captured the moon.
#sadness
#universe
#astronomy #despair
#astronomy #despair
40 reads
2 Comments
LunasChild8
Poem Published
17th May 2018 2:54am
17th May 2018 2:54am
Spots and Stripes (co-written with Jade-Pandora)
I sit up in my place high above the sky
Some have wondered if I ever wanted to be the Sun that brightens up every day
I’m proud that I radiate light in the darkest of nights
Down below I see something pick up the pace.
Not much interests me when I’m content being up in the heavens
Yet this sleek and quick form rouses my curiosity
Despite the exertion, I can hear its heartbeat dance to a steady rhythm
I notice that the figure runs in the direction of my luminosity.
It’s no strange occurrence to have Earth’s creatures follow my light
Yet...
Some have wondered if I ever wanted to be the Sun that brightens up every day
I’m proud that I radiate light in the darkest of nights
Down below I see something pick up the pace.
Not much interests me when I’m content being up in the heavens
Yet this sleek and quick form rouses my curiosity
Despite the exertion, I can hear its heartbeat dance to a steady rhythm
I notice that the figure runs in the direction of my luminosity.
It’s no strange occurrence to have Earth’s creatures follow my light
Yet...
#cats
#moon
#admiration
32 reads
12 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
17th May 2018 2:17am
17th May 2018 2:17am
SPOTS and STRIPES ( co-written with LunasChild8 )
I sit up in my place high above the sky
Some have wondered if I ever wanted to be the Sun that brightens up a day
I’m proud that I radiate light in the darkest of nights
Down below I see something pick up the pace.
Not much interests me when I’m content being up in the heavens
Yet this sleek and quick form rouses my curiosity
Despite the exertion, I can hear its heartbeat dance to a steady rhythm
I notice that the figure runs in the direction of my luminosity.
It’s no strange occurrence to have Earth’s creatures follow my light
Yet never...
Some have wondered if I ever wanted to be the Sun that brightens up a day
I’m proud that I radiate light in the darkest of nights
Down below I see something pick up the pace.
Not much interests me when I’m content being up in the heavens
Yet this sleek and quick form rouses my curiosity
Despite the exertion, I can hear its heartbeat dance to a steady rhythm
I notice that the figure runs in the direction of my luminosity.
It’s no strange occurrence to have Earth’s creatures follow my light
Yet never...
#cats
#moon
#FreeVerse
#sonnet
#admiration
43 reads
8 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
17th May 2018 00:05am
17th May 2018 00:05am
The cunning Lion
A lion of the mightiest paws
Before it snapped it's jaws it took a pause
And gazed at the sun
It wondered what if this meal is someone else son
A swift wind blew
And a sound of thunder from the sky so blue
Then out of nowhere jumped a hare
And fell on the son hair
It was as beautiful as a flower
And just as pure white as flour
The lions legs went weak
As it hasn't eaten for a full solid week
Oh dear
The sound of the voice a deer
Standing on the other side of the road
It said this a good story to be wrote...
Before it snapped it's jaws it took a pause
And gazed at the sun
It wondered what if this meal is someone else son
A swift wind blew
And a sound of thunder from the sky so blue
Then out of nowhere jumped a hare
And fell on the son hair
It was as beautiful as a flower
And just as pure white as flour
The lions legs went weak
As it hasn't eaten for a full solid week
Oh dear
The sound of the voice a deer
Standing on the other side of the road
It said this a good story to be wrote...
#wind
#fiction
#fairies
#ShortStory
#WritingPoetry
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