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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.
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
Today 8:33pm
Today 8:33pm
Eöl The Dark Elf of Beleriand
Blacksmith-casted reactional spells,
chemical behaviour of elements metallic;
clatter, flames and melting smell,
compounds and alloys, mixed and graphic.
Ferrous iron, as black as His Soul,
non-ferrous coloured low weight standards,
Eol The Elf, He Did Quite Know,
how to Yield this Science's hazards.
He forged shining dark Galvorn,
a metal inspired by Dwarven friends,
hard as their steel but malleable, worn
as suit of armour in the Woodland realms.
Nan Elmoth, oh fairytale shadowed,
a forest in...
chemical behaviour of elements metallic;
clatter, flames and melting smell,
compounds and alloys, mixed and graphic.
Ferrous iron, as black as His Soul,
non-ferrous coloured low weight standards,
Eol The Elf, He Did Quite Know,
how to Yield this Science's hazards.
He forged shining dark Galvorn,
a metal inspired by Dwarven friends,
hard as their steel but malleable, worn
as suit of armour in the Woodland realms.
Nan Elmoth, oh fairytale shadowed,
a forest in...
#sadness
#dark
#murder
#forest
#magic
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javalini
Poem Published
Today 2:46pm
Today 2:46pm
JUDAS SUTRA (abridged)
thus i have heard
that judas was born on the cusp
of Taurus and Gemini
and was therefore conflicted
and prone to bouts of
blind faith and dire pragmatism
and so was the perfect foil for the lord
who had a bold plan to save mankind
involving the transubstantiation
of ordinary human cells into a glorified state
of pure holy light that would shine like
a beacon for the lost sheep of israel and, hell,
why not for the lost sheep of every god damned nation
(that is, every nation God had damned,
which was just...
that judas was born on the cusp
of Taurus and Gemini
and was therefore conflicted
and prone to bouts of
blind faith and dire pragmatism
and so was the perfect foil for the lord
who had a bold plan to save mankind
involving the transubstantiation
of ordinary human cells into a glorified state
of pure holy light that would shine like
a beacon for the lost sheep of israel and, hell,
why not for the lost sheep of every god damned nation
(that is, every nation God had damned,
which was just...
#religion
#funny
#art
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2 Comments
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:36am
Yesterday 4:36am
Watching Sunrise
helicopters flying passed
moving through the air so fast
in the valley where I sit
watching sunrise now that it
rises from behind a wall
of Martian cliffs which are so tall
in Marineris, now my home
until again I leave to roam
the Galaxy, at least nearby
when Sirius calls me from the sky
or Proxima and Planet B
or Barnard's Star, it could be the
brave new world of which I've dreamt
far from Mars to which I'm sent
to discover and explore
to encounter more and more
sunrises...
moving through the air so fast
in the valley where I sit
watching sunrise now that it
rises from behind a wall
of Martian cliffs which are so tall
in Marineris, now my home
until again I leave to roam
the Galaxy, at least nearby
when Sirius calls me from the sky
or Proxima and Planet B
or Barnard's Star, it could be the
brave new world of which I've dreamt
far from Mars to which I'm sent
to discover and explore
to encounter more and more
sunrises...
#scifi
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:05am
Yesterday 3:05am
the ledge & the one who sees you....
timing is everything.... especially for those whoms heart and mind are critically in the balance....
all is not lost until all is lost; hanging on for dear life with thoughts contemplating if living's actually worth the cost....
everyone's not fueled the same; everyone does not view this experience as the "same game"....
the lack there of or absence of face to face interaction; compassion; the ledge and the one who "sees you" there.... before the "jump" happens (figurtively speaking....)
...
all is not lost until all is lost; hanging on for dear life with thoughts contemplating if living's actually worth the cost....
everyone's not fueled the same; everyone does not view this experience as the "same game"....
the lack there of or absence of face to face interaction; compassion; the ledge and the one who "sees you" there.... before the "jump" happens (figurtively speaking....)
...
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#MentalHealth #philosophical
#MentalHealth #philosophical
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Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 6:52pm
12th Apr 2021 6:52pm
Secret burning thread
Within this deepest well of the inner eye.
Lies everything to scream about.
Hurts.
Betrayal.
Long lost hope.
Such a conquering blow.
Demolishing identity.
Dividing sinew.
Like a secret burning thread.
It cuts cleanly.....
..... As broken glass.
Opening old scars.
Memories of a lover's abuse.
Seeding cancer.
To ruin fine days ahead.
If you hear my screams.
Could you wipe away my tears?
Help me purge my soul.
By tying yours to mine
We could then depart this horror.
...
Lies everything to scream about.
Hurts.
Betrayal.
Long lost hope.
Such a conquering blow.
Demolishing identity.
Dividing sinew.
Like a secret burning thread.
It cuts cleanly.....
..... As broken glass.
Opening old scars.
Memories of a lover's abuse.
Seeding cancer.
To ruin fine days ahead.
If you hear my screams.
Could you wipe away my tears?
Help me purge my soul.
By tying yours to mine
We could then depart this horror.
...
#MentalHealth
#FallingInLove
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
12th Apr 2021 6:37pm
12th Apr 2021 6:37pm
Melkor's Lies
Peaceful races, gullible minds,
full of innermost desires;
playing with whatever He finds
in their soul material, his magnifiers
have never missed a spot;
His Crown of Deceit carries burden,
Fall in my hands, innocent thoughts,
I'll plant there vices, they'll emerge in
your behaviour and beliefs...
you will act out of evil whims,
My sound twists, it upheaves,
it lures, inverting Holy Hymns.
Feanor, oh Feanor Dear,
who are full of disdain for me,
you don't listen, so will you hear?
Your own Hatred I...
full of innermost desires;
playing with whatever He finds
in their soul material, his magnifiers
have never missed a spot;
His Crown of Deceit carries burden,
Fall in my hands, innocent thoughts,
I'll plant there vices, they'll emerge in
your behaviour and beliefs...
you will act out of evil whims,
My sound twists, it upheaves,
it lures, inverting Holy Hymns.
Feanor, oh Feanor Dear,
who are full of disdain for me,
you don't listen, so will you hear?
Your own Hatred I...
#lies
#dreams
#spiritual
#fiction
#deception
20 reads
2 Comments
Deepblue
Lexi M
Lexi M
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 11:01pm
11th Apr 2021 11:01pm
Dream
Another excursion, another diversion
I was in need of something to do
I decided to take a long needed walk
To clear my thoughts of you.
In time I connected, totally rejected
What was standing in front of me
A mysterious man, eyes like an ocean
Came along trying to comfort me
Touch made me shiver, even quiver
He smelled of a lavender cream
Eyes suddenly fluttered and I awoke
To find it was all a dream.
I was in need of something to do
I decided to take a long needed walk
To clear my thoughts of you.
In time I connected, totally rejected
What was standing in front of me
A mysterious man, eyes like an ocean
Came along trying to comfort me
Touch made me shiver, even quiver
He smelled of a lavender cream
Eyes suddenly fluttered and I awoke
To find it was all a dream.
#dreams
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7 Comments
Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 8:27pm
11th Apr 2021 8:27pm
Shedding skin
More than a singular view....
Revelations.
Abound.
Time travel.
Shedding years.
Removing each battle line.
To feel fine.
Filling voids.
A door into.
Another life.
Self awareness.
Another way of identifying.
Skinning fat.
Lost?
Is memory required.
To admit that.
Elaboration.
Explanations as to why.
Why the need ?
Unrecognisable.
Different auras.
Presented...
Heavily scented.
Don’t delay.
Parallels.
...
Revelations.
Abound.
Time travel.
Shedding years.
Removing each battle line.
To feel fine.
Filling voids.
A door into.
Another life.
Self awareness.
Another way of identifying.
Skinning fat.
Lost?
Is memory required.
To admit that.
Elaboration.
Explanations as to why.
Why the need ?
Unrecognisable.
Different auras.
Presented...
Heavily scented.
Don’t delay.
Parallels.
...
#MentalHealth
18 reads
2 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 7:40pm
11th Apr 2021 7:40pm
OXYGEN
In the violently
Vibrant jungle
Where oxygen
Is at its most plentiful
Neurotic capybara
Attempts to once again
Set aside the ever-
Present knowledge
That a soft and airy voice
Slides across
The rustling living floor
As if in prayer
Or perhaps a sermon
My body is a congregation
Of deeply devoted muscles
I will surround you with it
And convert you
Siren-sings the very
Persuasive anaconda
Who desires your precious
Oxygen all for itself
Vibrant jungle
Where oxygen
Is at its most plentiful
Neurotic capybara
Attempts to once again
Set aside the ever-
Present knowledge
That a soft and airy voice
Slides across
The rustling living floor
As if in prayer
Or perhaps a sermon
My body is a congregation
Of deeply devoted muscles
I will surround you with it
And convert you
Siren-sings the very
Persuasive anaconda
Who desires your precious
Oxygen all for itself
#death
#forest
#religion
#food
#NaPoWriMo2021
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PostalPoet
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 4:17pm
11th Apr 2021 4:17pm
The Daughter of Night
The city is still, though the night birds trill,
And the dogs all bay at the moon.
As the felines prowl through the alleys foul,
They all know that she's coming soon.
While out for a walk, I stopped for a talk
With an old acquaintance of mine.
"She's coming," said he, in a voice of glee,
And he offered a glass of wine.
I shook my head no, and then turned to go,
And then he grabbed me by the arm.
"Be wary, my friend, or you'll meet your end.
The lady might just wish you harm."
I then turned away, and there, a bright...
And the dogs all bay at the moon.
As the felines prowl through the alleys foul,
They all know that she's coming soon.
While out for a walk, I stopped for a talk
With an old acquaintance of mine.
"She's coming," said he, in a voice of glee,
And he offered a glass of wine.
I shook my head no, and then turned to go,
And then he grabbed me by the arm.
"Be wary, my friend, or you'll meet your end.
The lady might just wish you harm."
I then turned away, and there, a bright...
#night
#narrative
#dance
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1 Comment
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 3:13pm
11th Apr 2021 3:13pm
The Summer Guests
If you stand in the garden on a summer afternoon,
she’s there. Always still,
in a dress like a scrap of ephemera,
white and silken, spider-webs,
woven by Arachne to cover her servant’s nakedness.
On the wrought-iron table would be lemonade and biscuits,
a smartphone left in the dying sun,
tossed there by a hand impatient to be done
with daily connectivity. The timeless quality
of love is what our summer ghosts have taught,
she in her Grecian spider-web and he,
a dapper-suited man emerging always from the path
that winds between...
she’s there. Always still,
in a dress like a scrap of ephemera,
white and silken, spider-webs,
woven by Arachne to cover her servant’s nakedness.
On the wrought-iron table would be lemonade and biscuits,
a smartphone left in the dying sun,
tossed there by a hand impatient to be done
with daily connectivity. The timeless quality
of love is what our summer ghosts have taught,
she in her Grecian spider-web and he,
a dapper-suited man emerging always from the path
that winds between...
#ghosts
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3 Comments
silent_sound
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 7:46am
11th Apr 2021 7:46am
..unwanted learning lessons..
what if you didn't know till you know
but then it was too late
and now there's no turning back
..consequnces..
but then it was too late
and now there's no turning back
..consequnces..
#memories
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