Story Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
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.
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
Today 3:04pm
Today 3:04pm
Shotgun
When I was young the hairs on the back of my neck would stand up
But now that I'm more mature, and don't give a fuck
No matter money, sex, or weather
i stalk my prey, regardless of whether
I know you, or we use to be friends
You start screaming, "my life has just started how can it end
But we just had sex, don't you love me
There are those that are determined to call me Destiny
How did I know that you would consume smoke and drink
How did I know that you would let me think
Lay back, take it easy, let me drive for a while
Set...
But now that I'm more mature, and don't give a fuck
No matter money, sex, or weather
i stalk my prey, regardless of whether
I know you, or we use to be friends
You start screaming, "my life has just started how can it end
But we just had sex, don't you love me
There are those that are determined to call me Destiny
How did I know that you would consume smoke and drink
How did I know that you would let me think
Lay back, take it easy, let me drive for a while
Set...
#death
#alcohol
#drugs #addiction
#drugs #addiction
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RexDurkin
Poem Published
Today 1:38am
Today 1:38am
The Boston Strangler
The Boston Strangler is after me
He’s chasing me through the brush
The blue glow of the moon lets me see
So I don't step in bovine mush
I run out into a grassy paddock
and hear the twanging of a bright banjo
It’s faint but I run towards it
The Strangler is shouting “C’mere bro!”
I know that his intentions
are not benevolent.
The aroma of cow poo
is now quite prevalent.
I see a boxcar in the distance
with a...
He’s chasing me through the brush
The blue glow of the moon lets me see
So I don't step in bovine mush
I run out into a grassy paddock
and hear the twanging of a bright banjo
It’s faint but I run towards it
The Strangler is shouting “C’mere bro!”
I know that his intentions
are not benevolent.
The aroma of cow poo
is now quite prevalent.
I see a boxcar in the distance
with a...
#scary
#satirical
#funny #monsters
#funny #monsters
3 reads
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Greywolfman
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:51pm
Yesterday 10:51pm
Alpha Mates
#lust
#erotic
#sexy #passion
#sexy #passion
28 reads
2 Comments
Kexby
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:01pm
Yesterday 10:01pm
A Meeting
This poem is a postscript to the poem 'Felix' which I wrote many years ago. Felix was a tramp.
Corrugated walls and rusting nails
doorless, windowless cold and chill
as any Christmas Day in December.
Was he a woods man tending
the smoulder of charcoal beneath
a lid of sods, a manger for his
being many years ago?
Felix-of-the-street,
pram and tyreless wheels,
following since childhood days.
A herring-bone-coat fraying
with sun and rain and snow. ...
Corrugated walls and rusting nails
doorless, windowless cold and chill
as any Christmas Day in December.
Was he a woods man tending
the smoulder of charcoal beneath
a lid of sods, a manger for his
being many years ago?
Felix-of-the-street,
pram and tyreless wheels,
following since childhood days.
A herring-bone-coat fraying
with sun and rain and snow. ...
#hope
15 reads
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Greywolfman
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:56am
Yesterday 1:56am
YOU
#love
#romantic
#sensual
32 reads
4 Comments
BWBijon
BW-Bijon
BW-Bijon
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 2:12am
18th Jan 2019 2:12am
FREEBIRD:THE 'TANGERINE IBIS.'
George Washington suggested, that the national bird should be
a bald eagle
How feeble, the bald eagle is as cliche'd as any weasel, or any ordinary eagle.
Benjamin Franklin suggested that the national bird should be
a turkey
How feeble, the turkey is a rumpy animal, and goofy, ordinary and nerdy, and queer and quirky.
THY 'IBIS' IS THE GRAND WIZARD BIRD
THY 'IBIS' IS THE LEADER OF THY DIXIELAND
FREEBIRD HERD
then, if myth be true, General Robert E. Lee, suggested the best birds' of the Souths'
for...
a bald eagle
How feeble, the bald eagle is as cliche'd as any weasel, or any ordinary eagle.
Benjamin Franklin suggested that the national bird should be
a turkey
How feeble, the turkey is a rumpy animal, and goofy, ordinary and nerdy, and queer and quirky.
THY 'IBIS' IS THE GRAND WIZARD BIRD
THY 'IBIS' IS THE LEADER OF THY DIXIELAND
FREEBIRD HERD
then, if myth be true, General Robert E. Lee, suggested the best birds' of the Souths'
for...
#soldiers
#war
#birds
18 reads
0 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 1:44am
18th Jan 2019 1:44am
Little Lamb
Little lamb, little lamb, daughter of dithyramb,
Little lamb, little lamb, pretending thy life is not a sham,
Little lamb, little lamb, persecuted by my oriflamme,
Little lamb, little lamb, with inherent love of joram.
Little lamb, little lamb, nothing more than likam,
Little lamb, little lamb, as in touch with reality as a hologram,
Little lamb, little lamb, who lives in a bedlam,
Little lamb, little lamb, who believes is edgy by studying a mental program.
Little lamb, little lamb, ewe with soon an I.O.U., enough to cause a logjam,
Little lamb,...
Little lamb, little lamb, pretending thy life is not a sham,
Little lamb, little lamb, persecuted by my oriflamme,
Little lamb, little lamb, with inherent love of joram.
Little lamb, little lamb, nothing more than likam,
Little lamb, little lamb, as in touch with reality as a hologram,
Little lamb, little lamb, who lives in a bedlam,
Little lamb, little lamb, who believes is edgy by studying a mental program.
Little lamb, little lamb, ewe with soon an I.O.U., enough to cause a logjam,
Little lamb,...
#science
#school
#frustration
#metaphor
#morality
14 reads
2 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
18th Jan 2019 1:09am
18th Jan 2019 1:09am
Little Bird
Little bird, little bird, wherefore art thou?
Little bird, little bird, who's shadow lies glued to the floor.
Little bird, little bird, who caws in the night, and who's hunter's efforts you slough.
Little bird, little bird, of legend and of lore,
Little bird, little bird, high above my head,
Little bird, little bird, who feasts on the worm of the rotten love apple,
Little bird, little bird, who feasts upon the dead.
Little bird, little bird, at the unfortunate you cackle,
Little bird, little bird, who vanishes from sight by nary a word nor a prayer, ...
Little bird, little bird, who's shadow lies glued to the floor.
Little bird, little bird, who caws in the night, and who's hunter's efforts you slough.
Little bird, little bird, of legend and of lore,
Little bird, little bird, high above my head,
Little bird, little bird, who feasts on the worm of the rotten love apple,
Little bird, little bird, who feasts upon the dead.
Little bird, little bird, at the unfortunate you cackle,
Little bird, little bird, who vanishes from sight by nary a word nor a prayer, ...
#loneliness
#birds
#night
#fate
#greed
13 reads
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taggyoureit
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tagg
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 10:30pm
17th Jan 2019 10:30pm
Siren's Call
She licks her lips seductively when she talks
As if they were deserts
Insatiably dry
And barren of authenticity.
Like a siren’s song out at sea
Her giggles crescendo when she feels following eyes
She’s a master puppeteer
Never lying
But always pulling at all the right strings.
She has wielded her flaws into a jeweled armor
Protecting herself with a self proclaimed beauty
It’s mesmerizing enough to set down your own chainmail.
And as her Sahara lips hinge open to reveal
Infinite rows of sharp, gleaming teeth ...
As if they were deserts
Insatiably dry
And barren of authenticity.
Like a siren’s song out at sea
Her giggles crescendo when she feels following eyes
She’s a master puppeteer
Never lying
But always pulling at all the right strings.
She has wielded her flaws into a jeweled armor
Protecting herself with a self proclaimed beauty
It’s mesmerizing enough to set down your own chainmail.
And as her Sahara lips hinge open to reveal
Infinite rows of sharp, gleaming teeth ...
#betrayal
#monsters
#mythology #disappointment
#mythology #disappointment
46 reads
4 Comments
Tuncs
-Alice-
-Alice-
Bumped 17th Jan 2019 12:46pm
30th Aug 2018 3:24pm
30th Aug 2018 3:24pm
Wahbbit
Hop. Hop. Hop
Following the rabbit
~
Don’t scare her, stop.
This could be a classic
~
It jumps, ears flop
Past the slender trees
~
Hop. Hop. Plop
In the crackling leaves
~
Sweet as a lollidrop
She vanishes again
~
Look! She’s on the hill top
With a glass of champagne
~
"What the flip flop!
My beautiful black rabbit"
~
Reality will swap ...
Following the rabbit
~
Don’t scare her, stop.
This could be a classic
~
It jumps, ears flop
Past the slender trees
~
Hop. Hop. Plop
In the crackling leaves
~
Sweet as a lollidrop
She vanishes again
~
Look! She’s on the hill top
With a glass of champagne
~
"What the flip flop!
My beautiful black rabbit"
~
Reality will swap ...
#rhyming
#funny
#ghosts #addiction
#ghosts #addiction
93 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 10:05am
17th Jan 2019 10:05am
a cow
The Cow
By the edge of the cliff where the grass is juicy
the cow tried to eat it all the last straw you can say
alas, it tipped over and fell into the sea
and since happened in Dover, it swam to Holland
and joined the Dutch cattle.
This was a good solution till the cow demanded
special privileges such as imported Dover grass,
when it didn't get it will, it swam back.
On the way across the channel, it was run over
by a Panamanian registered tank-ship.
Children had to go to school hungry no sausages
or milk for breakfast. ...
By the edge of the cliff where the grass is juicy
the cow tried to eat it all the last straw you can say
alas, it tipped over and fell into the sea
and since happened in Dover, it swam to Holland
and joined the Dutch cattle.
This was a good solution till the cow demanded
special privileges such as imported Dover grass,
when it didn't get it will, it swam back.
On the way across the channel, it was run over
by a Panamanian registered tank-ship.
Children had to go to school hungry no sausages
or milk for breakfast. ...
#money
#cars
#mirror
#books
#consumerism
17 reads
0 Comments
solanaceae
Poem Published
17th Jan 2019 6:10am
17th Jan 2019 6:10am
Mama
Mama cried, “girl, go play outside”
‘Said “Ya daddy and I gotta talk”
And I told her
“Mama, all there iz’z dirt”
Cuz it wuz summertime
And even the hounds were cryin’ and achin’ under the sun
Their ribs pokin’ out like mine
Hell, them dawgs stayin’ in the yard with no water
And they wasn’t even fenced in
Guess they jus’ ain’t got the spirit to leave
I suppose they wuz jus’ like mama
‘Said “Ya daddy and I gotta talk”
And I told her
“Mama, all there iz’z dirt”
Cuz it wuz summertime
And even the hounds were cryin’ and achin’ under the sun
Their ribs pokin’ out like mine
Hell, them dawgs stayin’ in the yard with no water
And they wasn’t even fenced in
Guess they jus’ ain’t got the spirit to leave
I suppose they wuz jus’ like mama
#abuse
#oppression
#emotional
46 reads
4 Comments
DU Poetry : Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
