Story Poems
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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.
takis1917
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:01am
Yesterday 2:01am
A Romantic Night With Herself
That night
an uninvited but welcomed memory
captured her mind
and held it hostage for hours:
Two pairs of eyes
fix their stare at each other
examining the texture of their impossibility
as they gradually
border metamorphosis...
an uninvited but welcomed memory
captured her mind
and held it hostage for hours:
Two pairs of eyes
fix their stare at each other
examining the texture of their impossibility
as they gradually
border metamorphosis...
#love
26 reads
1 Comment
dbljay63
Dbljay
Dbljay
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 10:48pm
17th Nov 2018 10:48pm
The castle of time
Where layeth though in the woods of darkness and fields of deceit? Doth she admired those in the night as she falls so deeply unheard? Can we be conjured up from before, did these path ever exist? I say to you once were we together held in the presence of our God the lord and savior. His passage for us as King and Queen to rise again till our hearts are met unbounded by the forest of nevermore. When this path be crossed may the blinds be lifted from our eyes so we can resume our historic journey towards evermore. Could it be you? Lords who ravished our safe haven the castle of Yor which...
#love
#relationships
#romantic
#admiration
#ForbiddenLove
34 reads
3 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 7:49pm
17th Nov 2018 7:49pm
Come Unto Me
There's a black wind raging this night
Whistles of the dead causing fright
But so much to it than this
An evening before of peaceful bliss
Now in the dark I catch my breath
Looking on to the specter of death
What is it it wants me to see?
From my mortal coils am I free?
From below I feel some heat
Fires of below licking my feet
Mortal I am though
As I see the boreal begin to show
Visions of two different paths
One incurred by my pride and wrath
...
Whistles of the dead causing fright
But so much to it than this
An evening before of peaceful bliss
Now in the dark I catch my breath
Looking on to the specter of death
What is it it wants me to see?
From my mortal coils am I free?
From below I feel some heat
Fires of below licking my feet
Mortal I am though
As I see the boreal begin to show
Visions of two different paths
One incurred by my pride and wrath
...
#death
#religion
#devil
#angels
#heaven
11 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 7:21pm
17th Nov 2018 7:21pm
A Generation Short
The snow around me
I cannot go on
Lord please free me
I await you in the dawn
My friends dead around me
Tired I fall down and yawn
I await you to take me
Where my fallen troops have gone
I cannot go on
Lord please free me
I await you in the dawn
My friends dead around me
Tired I fall down and yawn
I await you to take me
Where my fallen troops have gone
#sadness
#soldiers
#war
#death
#narrative
11 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 1:27am
17th Nov 2018 1:27am
Alaskan Vacation
I asked my friend John if he would like to take a trip to Alaska. i was planning an Alaskan
vacation that gave discounts to groups. he quickly stated that he never wanted to visit Alaska.
The way that he said it, sparked my interest. So I asked him, "why not?" He said that he had
reason to believe the only person he ever wanted to kill was living in Alaska. This really
sparked our interest because the john that I knew, was laid back as if on a sedative. He was of
of average height, but you could tell, in his younger days, he was a handsome man.
It took...
vacation that gave discounts to groups. he quickly stated that he never wanted to visit Alaska.
The way that he said it, sparked my interest. So I asked him, "why not?" He said that he had
reason to believe the only person he ever wanted to kill was living in Alaska. This really
sparked our interest because the john that I knew, was laid back as if on a sedative. He was of
of average height, but you could tell, in his younger days, he was a handsome man.
It took...
#love
#breakup
#abuse #LifeStruggles
#abuse #LifeStruggles
30 reads
10 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
16th Nov 2018 8:08pm
16th Nov 2018 8:08pm
I Stand Between Him And They
Standing out with the drawn sword
Kneel and fall in line with your lord
On these plains we battle for the king
Crown, sceptre, and ring
But I'm the last
And the rest close in oh so fast
The nobles dead on broken blades
In a sea of blood I wade
My sovereign depends on me
So my blades are free
For I'm the guardian in their way
I stand between him and they
Kneel and fall in line with your lord
On these plains we battle for the king
Crown, sceptre, and ring
But I'm the last
And the rest close in oh so fast
The nobles dead on broken blades
In a sea of blood I wade
My sovereign depends on me
So my blades are free
For I'm the guardian in their way
I stand between him and they
#dark
#soldiers
#war
#death
#narrative
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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
16th Nov 2018 1:02am
16th Nov 2018 1:02am
Vanguard
Angels heralded the attack
Screams as the saviors turned their backs
The league was slow to move if at all
But one nation answered the call
As invaders poured in from the East
On the lowlands they did feast
But then heard the North
So their winged riders came forth
For their faith they ride
As they charged down the mountainside
A legion to make the land at last freed
Invader skewered then did bleed
Harassing them through the conquered lands
Each time...
Screams as the saviors turned their backs
The league was slow to move if at all
But one nation answered the call
As invaders poured in from the East
On the lowlands they did feast
But then heard the North
So their winged riders came forth
For their faith they ride
As they charged down the mountainside
A legion to make the land at last freed
Invader skewered then did bleed
Harassing them through the conquered lands
Each time...
#dark
#soldiers
#war
#rhyming
#narrative
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Catman555
Poem Published
15th Nov 2018 11:19pm
15th Nov 2018 11:19pm
The Man and The Witch
The witch of the woods
Waits for one shy man
Arrived with men in hoods
Armed against predatory
Upon the expected arrival
Welcomed him and his soldiers
With a task that is vital
As they have left
The man and the witch
Alone together as the lips
Touch, taste and twitch
Warmth and comfort
His muscular body
Explored by her hands
As his touched her beauty
Radiated on her soft skin
Waits for one shy man
Arrived with men in hoods
Armed against predatory
Upon the expected arrival
Welcomed him and his soldiers
With a task that is vital
As they have left
The man and the witch
Alone together as the lips
Touch, taste and twitch
Warmth and comfort
His muscular body
Explored by her hands
As his touched her beauty
Radiated on her soft skin
#dark
#romantic
#gothic #night
#gothic #night
25 reads
2 Comments
RedHot_Peppers
Poem Published
15th Nov 2018 9:40pm
15th Nov 2018 9:40pm
HeY pArtY PeOpLe!.. iT's YoUr HoMeBoY, Rh PepPeRs!..
Now..
I ain't no big named Poet..
but I do write all little..
well...
I write about Love..
I write about Hate..
I write about the Good.. the Bad..
and the Ugly that'll smile in your face..
you see I write about Game..
so i can educate the lame..
cause ain't a damn thing you gain
if the only thing you wrote about be fortune and fame..
I write to Entertain..
love fuckin with your brain..
like..
I got books full of dope..
come and take two or three shots to the vain..
ooh.. ...
I ain't no big named Poet..
but I do write all little..
well...
I write about Love..
I write about Hate..
I write about the Good.. the Bad..
and the Ugly that'll smile in your face..
you see I write about Game..
so i can educate the lame..
cause ain't a damn thing you gain
if the only thing you wrote about be fortune and fame..
I write to Entertain..
love fuckin with your brain..
like..
I got books full of dope..
come and take two or three shots to the vain..
ooh.. ...
#narrative
22 reads
0 Comments
Nari
Spellbound
Spellbound
Bumped 15th Nov 2018 1:00pm
22nd Oct 2018 3:02am
22nd Oct 2018 3:02am
Antebellum
Two
Of us
Alone in the room
Yet the world;
Still dividing
Us
(Scratched)
Deep
In the heart
Of the Antebellum
South
like
Gardenias unfolding,
Around the maypole
Of some
Aristocratic life
Built
On top of me,
With its
Wide brim hat
Out to lunch-
Admiring
The sideview/
Eyes
Polishing silver
Over
Some
Well-manicured
Overseas
Traveler
Set to ...
Of us
Alone in the room
Yet the world;
Still dividing
Us
(Scratched)
Deep
In the heart
Of the Antebellum
South
like
Gardenias unfolding,
Around the maypole
Of some
Aristocratic life
Built
On top of me,
With its
Wide brim hat
Out to lunch-
Admiring
The sideview/
Eyes
Polishing silver
Over
Some
Well-manicured
Overseas
Traveler
Set to ...
#women
#lesbian
#erotic
#feminism
#heroic
105 reads
Trouble_Loves_Me
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 11:16am
14th Nov 2018 11:16am
TREMBLINGS
Tears of stars lie in the drowned well of your words
Birth of my language was snow drenched -
Ballet of broken legs
Stopped me walking to her at house on hill.
In Chapel built from rusted roses
And paper swallows –
We lay on sacred marble
Sunlight straining thru’ stained glass mind.
Snapped rib as quill
An Adam writes his Eve –
Not declaration of independence
Simply love letters on skin parchment.
She said:
I lie at cenotaph of fallen writers
My love is a 21 gun salute.
Birth of my language was snow drenched -
Ballet of broken legs
Stopped me walking to her at house on hill.
In Chapel built from rusted roses
And paper swallows –
We lay on sacred marble
Sunlight straining thru’ stained glass mind.
Snapped rib as quill
An Adam writes his Eve –
Not declaration of independence
Simply love letters on skin parchment.
She said:
I lie at cenotaph of fallen writers
My love is a 21 gun salute.
#dreams
#WritingPoetry
85 reads
19 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
14th Nov 2018 8:25am
14th Nov 2018 8:25am
fishing boat
Fishing boat
A man bought an old fishing vessel
it had a steering house, but the door was rotten
he got a new door a painted it sea green.
Sometimes he forgot to close the door and a sea lime wave
swept him on to the deck, when tried to find the handle
a flounder hang on it he slipped hit his head on the ladder
on the step leading into the steering room.
He painted the door black but when he after navigating
rough sea he turned and found the colour ominous, so he
painted the door in rainbow colours, this made the head spin he opened ...
A man bought an old fishing vessel
it had a steering house, but the door was rotten
he got a new door a painted it sea green.
Sometimes he forgot to close the door and a sea lime wave
swept him on to the deck, when tried to find the handle
a flounder hang on it he slipped hit his head on the ladder
on the step leading into the steering room.
He painted the door black but when he after navigating
rough sea he turned and found the colour ominous, so he
painted the door in rainbow colours, this made the head spin he opened ...
#grief
#loneliness
#ignorance
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
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1 Comment
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