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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.
Insiderew
rew
rew
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:44pm
Yesterday 1:44pm
We nourish the Earth.
We nourish the Earth make fat the land
continuing from worm grubbed sand;
wooly mammoth, the dinosaur,
see, how thick trees and grasses soar!
Our heavy flesh and bones are worth
much more, when interred in earth,
than alive and kicking up a fuss
see the green, the dead, have grown us.
Now, this could make the deserts bloom
if everyone, assuming doom,
requested burial under sand
in far off, soil, deprivéd land.
We nourish the Earth make fat the land
our heavy flesh and bones a hand,
helping all the world to...
continuing from worm grubbed sand;
wooly mammoth, the dinosaur,
see, how thick trees and grasses soar!
Our heavy flesh and bones are worth
much more, when interred in earth,
than alive and kicking up a fuss
see the green, the dead, have grown us.
Now, this could make the deserts bloom
if everyone, assuming doom,
requested burial under sand
in far off, soil, deprivéd land.
We nourish the Earth make fat the land
our heavy flesh and bones a hand,
helping all the world to...
#ShortStory
17 reads
3 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:54am
Yesterday 10:54am
Angel Eyes (A Witche's Tale)
and so
the man came and told
the frightened woman
of her husband's demise
that soldier
a true man of honor
who called her angel eyes
then when he left
she grabbed a
white cloth
dampened it
a little
wiped her eyes with it
and cried out
to no one
she grabbed up
the string of beads
where they lay in
the wooden box
she kept it in
along with...
the man came and told
the frightened woman
of her husband's demise
that soldier
a true man of honor
who called her angel eyes
then when he left
she grabbed a
white cloth
dampened it
a little
wiped her eyes with it
and cried out
to no one
she grabbed up
the string of beads
where they lay in
the wooden box
she kept it in
along with...
#death
#forest
#animals
#pagan
#curse
45 reads
8 Comments
Insiderew
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rew
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:23am
Yesterday 00:23am
Army life.
There wasn't much to write about
nothing untoward,
when i took the King's proffered bob
for soldiering i strode.
The sergeant he was kind to me
and didn't mind, too much,
when in the drill upon the square,
i couldn't march, as such.
l learned a lot of fine new words
and stuff about me Ma'
stuff i'd never ever heard
and couldn't repeat in bars.
He spoke about my father
and said '' an' i'll be bound
he'd make an honest lass of her,
if ever he could be found.''
But the sergeant he was kind to...
nothing untoward,
when i took the King's proffered bob
for soldiering i strode.
The sergeant he was kind to me
and didn't mind, too much,
when in the drill upon the square,
i couldn't march, as such.
l learned a lot of fine new words
and stuff about me Ma'
stuff i'd never ever heard
and couldn't repeat in bars.
He spoke about my father
and said '' an' i'll be bound
he'd make an honest lass of her,
if ever he could be found.''
But the sergeant he was kind to...
#ShortStory
23 reads
3 Comments
plexus
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 11:10pm
25th Oct 2020 11:10pm
I had a Dream of Bees
I had a dream of bees
and a vibrating bed of lead
I had a thought of hanging plants
of do's and don'ts
of if's and cant's
and in my dream
my taut throat seemed
to keep me from
what keeps me free
when words are lacking
and rapture seems enough
I check the wreckage
my whole face a blemish
then I proceed with light and love
I forget my slip up
calculations and data
and like twitchy wooden
summer cicadas
I join the choir of the waking machine
my life on earth a foggy...
and a vibrating bed of lead
I had a thought of hanging plants
of do's and don'ts
of if's and cant's
and in my dream
my taut throat seemed
to keep me from
what keeps me free
when words are lacking
and rapture seems enough
I check the wreckage
my whole face a blemish
then I proceed with light and love
I forget my slip up
calculations and data
and like twitchy wooden
summer cicadas
I join the choir of the waking machine
my life on earth a foggy...
#identity
#dreams
#nature
#sleep
#SelfDiscovery
22 reads
1 Comment
Valeriyabeyond
Valeriya
Valeriya
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 9:00pm
25th Oct 2020 9:00pm
Twelve Sycamore
Edging the boundaries of life,
black pavement slowly dissolves
into dirt roads, dusty farm towns.
Above me, horizons stretch
to eternity
A welcoming god brushed
against consciousness reveals
a sheer fabric of shredded clouds
woven into shapes reminiscent
of childhood daydreams.
Days where the sun swallowed
the sky,I hear the sound of Grandmother's voice
that cradles my heart.
Faded blue farmhouse
with its white framed windows
stands proud beyond
twelve Sycamores
The...
black pavement slowly dissolves
into dirt roads, dusty farm towns.
Above me, horizons stretch
to eternity
A welcoming god brushed
against consciousness reveals
a sheer fabric of shredded clouds
woven into shapes reminiscent
of childhood daydreams.
Days where the sun swallowed
the sky,I hear the sound of Grandmother's voice
that cradles my heart.
Faded blue farmhouse
with its white framed windows
stands proud beyond
twelve Sycamores
The...
#love
#family
#death
47 reads
9 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 6:29pm
25th Oct 2020 6:29pm
Salome
White waterlilies, the pale beauty
decapitated, the heads seemed detached from stem
hovering, floating like childhood wishes
and in reality; the darkness of the pond.
Anchoring the self, in wonderment.
Mothers words, my life's book of commands
a woman's adolescent need, to be put to the sword
hot kisses dreamed, the rapid percussion
hard an stiff like starch, lay open the impenetrable fort.
Familiar tune, the record scratched and worn
the dog that sits beside the horn; obedient in need
Bitten, taut Knuckles, as the strains of the bugle ...
decapitated, the heads seemed detached from stem
hovering, floating like childhood wishes
and in reality; the darkness of the pond.
Anchoring the self, in wonderment.
Mothers words, my life's book of commands
a woman's adolescent need, to be put to the sword
hot kisses dreamed, the rapid percussion
hard an stiff like starch, lay open the impenetrable fort.
Familiar tune, the record scratched and worn
the dog that sits beside the horn; obedient in need
Bitten, taut Knuckles, as the strains of the bugle ...
#heartbroken
#SelfDiscovery
#AiOgwaga
24 reads
4 Comments
Ingredients
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 6:57am
25th Oct 2020 6:57am
War Machine
Pilots can you read me?” then I hear the click.
“There’s no more doubt.
We are headed out.
Don’t let your life end quick.”
As I turn on all my engines,
and I see how they are set.
There is tension, fear, and quiet
but never real regret.
As the hangar bay creaks open,
empty space fills up my screen.
I can see the motion and the sway
of our massive war machine.
We know it takes us through the stars.
It carries us so safely
I carry with me my memoirs.
As our shell rocks so sedately.
Flashing spinning...
“There’s no more doubt.
We are headed out.
Don’t let your life end quick.”
As I turn on all my engines,
and I see how they are set.
There is tension, fear, and quiet
but never real regret.
As the hangar bay creaks open,
empty space fills up my screen.
I can see the motion and the sway
of our massive war machine.
We know it takes us through the stars.
It carries us so safely
I carry with me my memoirs.
As our shell rocks so sedately.
Flashing spinning...
#soldiers
#rhyming
#scifi
12 reads
0 Comments
JetNikolai
Poem Published
25th Oct 2020 2:50am
25th Oct 2020 2:50am
The Birds
The birds are in the trees again.
Outside my window.
Bellowing a dull sweet
crull song from their small burning lungs.
Sitting upon the old
creaky withering tree.
Suddenly subdued by the fall.
The birds are waiting.
For what? Who knows,
but if you just listen
with intent.
At the right moment
with need.
At the right moment
and with open ears.
At the right moment.
Close enough.
Long enough.
You may just hear the crisp beautiful words
within the...
Outside my window.
Bellowing a dull sweet
crull song from their small burning lungs.
Sitting upon the old
creaky withering tree.
Suddenly subdued by the fall.
The birds are waiting.
For what? Who knows,
but if you just listen
with intent.
At the right moment
with need.
At the right moment
and with open ears.
At the right moment.
Close enough.
Long enough.
You may just hear the crisp beautiful words
within the...
#trees
#birds
#winter #fall
#winter #fall
8 reads
0 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
24th Oct 2020 8:51pm
24th Oct 2020 8:51pm
Baby, Cancel it for Me
Kissing his lips
her eyes pleading
up to his
I saw the third
debate today
his stifling suit
she loosens...
and realizing
my mistake
I need your help...
you normally
...never go to the polls
my apolitical...
she squeezed
his muscled arms
But I love
America
enough to
realize
I must undue
my voting harm
The slavery
...imprisonments
of victimless
non-violent
offenders
and meaningless ...
her eyes pleading
up to his
I saw the third
debate today
his stifling suit
she loosens...
and realizing
my mistake
I need your help...
you normally
...never go to the polls
my apolitical...
she squeezed
his muscled arms
But I love
America
enough to
realize
I must undue
my voting harm
The slavery
...imprisonments
of victimless
non-violent
offenders
and meaningless ...
#politics
#redemption
35 reads
5 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
24th Oct 2020 7:15pm
24th Oct 2020 7:15pm
Midnight Insomnia
From the wardrobe my mom eternally sleeps, as she thimbles my midnight insomnia. The door squeaks open on tarnished hinges of echoes. Rusty hangers. Hungry moths and frayed clothes. No light, no candle. Just dark and me in my all alone. As a silence of a sleeve touch my cheek. Cracking open my bladder, as the eyes of a canine seek. I spill my M&M'S.
#Halloween
29 reads
7 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 7:20pm
23rd Oct 2020 7:20pm
Fantastical
We need magic in our lives.
Imagine a world without it.
I still dream of dragon’s fire.
I have since I was a kid.
There are many worlds, somewhere out there,
And they all need the stars to shine.
Every kingdom needs an heir.
I wish I had a fantastical mind,
Which could easily speak of fantasy more readily,
But I am all I am.
It is not enough, as it should be,
For fantasies do not happen every day…
But stories must be told,
So I had to say.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Imagine a world without it.
I still dream of dragon’s fire.
I have since I was a kid.
There are many worlds, somewhere out there,
And they all need the stars to shine.
Every kingdom needs an heir.
I wish I had a fantastical mind,
Which could easily speak of fantasy more readily,
But I am all I am.
It is not enough, as it should be,
For fantasies do not happen every day…
But stories must be told,
So I had to say.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#hope
#universe
#dragons
#SelfReflection
#magic
16 reads
1 Comment
AaHarvey
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 7:17pm
23rd Oct 2020 7:17pm
Fantasy Reality
Strange times call for stranger people.
Magic exists and it’s mostly not evil.
Fantasy worlds are there if you believe.
Use your imagination and you will once more see.
When I was weak I noticed you through stained glass.
Now I am strong enough to take a chance.
I reach into your world and find my spirit.
You drag me into being with you, where the Queen’s are not all wicked.
Where next to go on this magical road trip?
Into your heart is a place I want to visit,
And maybe you would let me stay.
Let’s create a movie...
Magic exists and it’s mostly not evil.
Fantasy worlds are there if you believe.
Use your imagination and you will once more see.
When I was weak I noticed you through stained glass.
Now I am strong enough to take a chance.
I reach into your world and find my spirit.
You drag me into being with you, where the Queen’s are not all wicked.
Where next to go on this magical road trip?
Into your heart is a place I want to visit,
And maybe you would let me stay.
Let’s create a movie...
#love
#hope
#dreams
#utopia
#magic
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0 Comments
DU Poetry : Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
