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.
ChemicalRose
M e g a n
M e g a n
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:28pm
Yesterday 11:28pm
She Flew Away
A tangle of string
A mess of balloons
And a simple dream
Of reaching the sky soon
A spool of thread
And a lifeless kite
Running and jumping
With all her might
She built her wings from cardboard, feathers and glue
And left them out to dry
Attached them to her shoulder blades
As she took to the skies
She used every chance she got
To get in the air
She consistently leaped
From steps to stairs
She climbed mountains to understand
Just what the bird’s saw
She didn’t care what would happen
If she were to...
A mess of balloons
And a simple dream
Of reaching the sky soon
A spool of thread
And a lifeless kite
Running and jumping
With all her might
She built her wings from cardboard, feathers and glue
And left them out to dry
Attached them to her shoulder blades
As she took to the skies
She used every chance she got
To get in the air
She consistently leaped
From steps to stairs
She climbed mountains to understand
Just what the bird’s saw
She didn’t care what would happen
If she were to...
10 reads
1 Comment
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:16pm
Yesterday 11:16pm
Negative Green --a collaboration from GlassEmerald and Runaway-Mindtrain
Sir, her flavor is not even honey
Uniquely eternally intriguingly fresh
That other people can't get enough
It's not sealed, it's yet to be revealed...
A golden latch across a twin figure
She rides the forever sky... never to die
A burning phoenix in the night...
She is the thrill of 1000 nights you could never cross
. Each minute a testacy of representative clasps to doorways
She is not Alice but a rose withered drowning in her own flesh
Millimeters of rhetorical floorboards...
...
Uniquely eternally intriguingly fresh
That other people can't get enough
It's not sealed, it's yet to be revealed...
A golden latch across a twin figure
She rides the forever sky... never to die
A burning phoenix in the night...
She is the thrill of 1000 nights you could never cross
. Each minute a testacy of representative clasps to doorways
She is not Alice but a rose withered drowning in her own flesh
Millimeters of rhetorical floorboards...
...
12 reads
3 Comments
QuietusQuill
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:11pm
Yesterday 6:11pm
Everything
I cast a osmotic chassé
to flow through your
translucent psyche
eon's oscillate in your
terra-cotta lamps
I view the expansion
of the pyre whisper
antecedently
sighing before the aether,
as you glissade dropping
cascading cassonade
congealing into the
vanilla vapor blooming the
Milky Ways simper
truly a tribunal architect
of ambrosial cellulose
the sweetest thing
threaded into everything,
protostars form from her
exalted electrolysis
ameliorating nucleosynthesis
conjured from...
to flow through your
translucent psyche
eon's oscillate in your
terra-cotta lamps
I view the expansion
of the pyre whisper
antecedently
sighing before the aether,
as you glissade dropping
cascading cassonade
congealing into the
vanilla vapor blooming the
Milky Ways simper
truly a tribunal architect
of ambrosial cellulose
the sweetest thing
threaded into everything,
protostars form from her
exalted electrolysis
ameliorating nucleosynthesis
conjured from...
13 reads
1 Comment
rosegold
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:37am
Yesterday 5:37am
Driving
Quiet night
She turns the key
Engine sputters, headlights bright
Hope they don't wake up
She's gone - Highway speeding
Cruising up the coast
Further and Further she goes
Hair flying free
Stress left behind in the
Dust, rolling over time
She drives - No regret
She drives, doesn't stop
Til the gas runs low
No money, no
Plan or place to go.
She calls home
She turns the key
Engine sputters, headlights bright
Hope they don't wake up
She's gone - Highway speeding
Cruising up the coast
Further and Further she goes
Hair flying free
Stress left behind in the
Dust, rolling over time
She drives - No regret
She drives, doesn't stop
Til the gas runs low
No money, no
Plan or place to go.
She calls home
22 reads
4 Comments
Canullia
Poem Published
16th Aug 2017 3:07am
16th Aug 2017 3:07am
Dandelion Crown
I once met a man who wore a crown-
that wore him away like a dandelion-
blowing in the wind to be the sun-
of loved ones he never let down.
His touch was a divine gown-
woven around our days with golden-
memories of happiness and human-
needs fulfilled with care and fun.
Like a fawn fading into the unknown-
he bid his dandelion crown to a hellion.
He shed his years like florets blown-
into oblivion for a love so blazon-
through irises that were once brown-
with lore from a lifetime ending at dawn.
He said to me that life is...
that wore him away like a dandelion-
blowing in the wind to be the sun-
of loved ones he never let down.
His touch was a divine gown-
woven around our days with golden-
memories of happiness and human-
needs fulfilled with care and fun.
Like a fawn fading into the unknown-
he bid his dandelion crown to a hellion.
He shed his years like florets blown-
into oblivion for a love so blazon-
through irises that were once brown-
with lore from a lifetime ending at dawn.
He said to me that life is...
25 reads
4 Comments
poetryaccident
Poem Published
16th Aug 2017 1:44am
16th Aug 2017 1:44am
Coaxing Dark
when one is found to be in lack
insufficient to life's tasks
skin's starvation all too keen
asking me to lay down my life
forever rest in sad despair
far away from partner’s balm
when was the last time I felt alive?
it was in dance through music's charm
when the muse entranced my heart
in my consort’s arms I was found
set adrift in realm of touch
never wishing to come back
I'd forgotten this place of bliss
when stumbling though life's veil
all consumed by drudgery
the realm of two seems enough
perhaps enough to...
insufficient to life's tasks
skin's starvation all too keen
asking me to lay down my life
forever rest in sad despair
far away from partner’s balm
when was the last time I felt alive?
it was in dance through music's charm
when the muse entranced my heart
in my consort’s arms I was found
set adrift in realm of touch
never wishing to come back
I'd forgotten this place of bliss
when stumbling though life's veil
all consumed by drudgery
the realm of two seems enough
perhaps enough to...
18 reads
2 Comments
etherial_ink
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 8:39pm
15th Aug 2017 8:39pm
The Great Fall
One day I crashed from my mountain into the depths.
Plunged into the dark valley, unconscious when I hit the ground.
On waking up I wandered, hurting, trying to find a place similar to my mountain home.
I found no comfort, no shelter from the rain, no fire strong enough to keep me from shivering.
I searched the green forest. A glowing dark territory with hellish sounds and stealthy creatures.
In the forest I entered a cave, trying to escape the heavy rain. There I saw, there I met the abyss. I saw him up close, we stood face to face. I knew immediately who he was,...
Plunged into the dark valley, unconscious when I hit the ground.
On waking up I wandered, hurting, trying to find a place similar to my mountain home.
I found no comfort, no shelter from the rain, no fire strong enough to keep me from shivering.
I searched the green forest. A glowing dark territory with hellish sounds and stealthy creatures.
In the forest I entered a cave, trying to escape the heavy rain. There I saw, there I met the abyss. I saw him up close, we stood face to face. I knew immediately who he was,...
16 reads
0 Comments
The-Evolved-Spike
Poem Published
15th Aug 2017 7:44pm
15th Aug 2017 7:44pm
The Highlander and the Princess
Come gather round, my children.
Hear the story told!
The knight in battered, broken steel,
The girl who made his heart to steal,
,The fates that shape and break the world,
The winds of change against them hurled,
The tale the lovers weave.
With cold wind sweeping from the north,
The highlander came riding forth.
In distant land all drenched in sun,
The princess stood, and did not run,
When all around her fled.
Her dark hair flew free in the wind,
Her gaze so deep on him was pinned,
The northern knight, in tarnished plate, ...
Hear the story told!
The knight in battered, broken steel,
The girl who made his heart to steal,
,The fates that shape and break the world,
The winds of change against them hurled,
The tale the lovers weave.
With cold wind sweeping from the north,
The highlander came riding forth.
In distant land all drenched in sun,
The princess stood, and did not run,
When all around her fled.
Her dark hair flew free in the wind,
Her gaze so deep on him was pinned,
The northern knight, in tarnished plate, ...
15 reads
0 Comments
GChordBlues
Poem Published
14th Aug 2017 12:13pm
14th Aug 2017 12:13pm
I'm Not Real
I am not real.
At least I don't feel real.
I feel as if I'm just watching from a distance.
A peeping tom observing this stranger's life.
I'm not here.
My eyes are a TV screen projecting every moment to the real me.
Every conversation or event.
I'm not at them, I'm watching.
I just feel as if I don't really exist here.
Where is the real me?
Not this life I'm just watching on this TV.
It's cruel, dreadful, and sad.
My body feels like it's only an illusion.
Like I could do anything with it, and I can't feel it.
It's a...
At least I don't feel real.
I feel as if I'm just watching from a distance.
A peeping tom observing this stranger's life.
I'm not here.
My eyes are a TV screen projecting every moment to the real me.
Every conversation or event.
I'm not at them, I'm watching.
I just feel as if I don't really exist here.
Where is the real me?
Not this life I'm just watching on this TV.
It's cruel, dreadful, and sad.
My body feels like it's only an illusion.
Like I could do anything with it, and I can't feel it.
It's a...
33 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
14th Aug 2017 9:43am
14th Aug 2017 9:43am
week end
Weekend in Cascais
On Cascais glittering Saturday bay, slowly rides a rust stripped
bulk-carrier, sailors on the deck look at the town and think it
is Paradise, from the soot hallooed green stacks, whispering
smoke dissolves their dream of ever going home.
Tourists, fishermen and drunks, the eager and the weary and
the sad eyed mills about.
A blind woman sits on a folding chair sings Fado, Portugal`s blues.
her voice is cracked, but full of soul, she keeps score with
a tiny triangle the little plink a feint echo above the crowd.
When...
On Cascais glittering Saturday bay, slowly rides a rust stripped
bulk-carrier, sailors on the deck look at the town and think it
is Paradise, from the soot hallooed green stacks, whispering
smoke dissolves their dream of ever going home.
Tourists, fishermen and drunks, the eager and the weary and
the sad eyed mills about.
A blind woman sits on a folding chair sings Fado, Portugal`s blues.
her voice is cracked, but full of soul, she keeps score with
a tiny triangle the little plink a feint echo above the crowd.
When...
22 reads
0 Comments
ThroughTheVeil
Poem Published
14th Aug 2017 1:50am
14th Aug 2017 1:50am
I Hold With Those Who Favor Fire
The wild fire burns,
and fills many urns.
It eats up the land,
all the way to the sand.
Looking down from space I see,
all the people try to flee.
Another laser fires,
as the death toll rises higher.
Time for me to go my friend,
this planet is at an end.
The fires will burn and the oceans will boil,
and all the animals will turn to soil.
and fills many urns.
It eats up the land,
all the way to the sand.
Looking down from space I see,
all the people try to flee.
Another laser fires,
as the death toll rises higher.
Time for me to go my friend,
this planet is at an end.
The fires will burn and the oceans will boil,
and all the animals will turn to soil.
19 reads
0 Comments
takis1917
Poem Published
13th Aug 2017 8:56pm
13th Aug 2017 8:56pm
He Clung To the Echo...
He clung
to the echo of her last word
and waited for her return
Confident at the start
anxious somewhat later
Desperate - yet, still hoping -
long after time stood still for him
Too hard for his feeble mind
to process the countless posibilities
of a whispered "later"...
to the echo of her last word
and waited for her return
Confident at the start
anxious somewhat later
Desperate - yet, still hoping -
long after time stood still for him
Too hard for his feeble mind
to process the countless posibilities
of a whispered "later"...
28 reads
7 Comments
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