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.
butters
Poem Published
Today 4:42am
Today 4:42am
wonderlanded
no day-brights here—
sun's top-hatted and veiled
seconds tick by on a handless watch
fall in slo-mo
air turned to toffee
the strangest game of chess i ever met
and a rabbit with a bad case of pink-eye—
cat grins on, crayzeee, man
hang onto your heads
we're on a roll
it's all fun and stacked pomp—
i'd blame the tea ceremony
but in this weather
i'm more inclined to dormouse
sun's top-hatted and veiled
seconds tick by on a handless watch
fall in slo-mo
air turned to toffee
the strangest game of chess i ever met
and a rabbit with a bad case of pink-eye—
cat grins on, crayzeee, man
hang onto your heads
we're on a roll
it's all fun and stacked pomp—
i'd blame the tea ceremony
but in this weather
i'm more inclined to dormouse
#frustration
#confusion
#boredom
23 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:27am
Yesterday 10:27am
Ten Shillings and Sixpence
#dreams
#drugs
30 reads
5 Comments
blocat
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 11:50pm
16th Nov 2019 11:50pm
A Stubborn Woman
She’s old, it’s cold, her house smells of mould
No one visits any more, knocks her door
She shivers as the postman delivers
Yet another bill, she feels the chill
Too proud to beg for help. Old school fool?
Lives mostly in the dark, but years ago, at Bletchley Park
Her workload breaking code
Defeated the enemies of her nation
Now suffers degradation
Stubborn, uncommunicative, won’t change her ways
The Social Services report says
She lives, now, within her head, remembering Fred
The dashing young airman she never wed
Incinerated...
No one visits any more, knocks her door
She shivers as the postman delivers
Yet another bill, she feels the chill
Too proud to beg for help. Old school fool?
Lives mostly in the dark, but years ago, at Bletchley Park
Her workload breaking code
Defeated the enemies of her nation
Now suffers degradation
Stubborn, uncommunicative, won’t change her ways
The Social Services report says
She lives, now, within her head, remembering Fred
The dashing young airman she never wed
Incinerated...
#hope
#courage
#inspirational
#admiration
#respect
18 reads
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Kingvirky
Poem Published
16th Nov 2019 7:13pm
16th Nov 2019 7:13pm
Old Age
On your wooden rocking chair you now sit,
Staring into the image that lies in front of you.
Your eyes now dim you squint to get a good look.
As you stretch your neck for a better view, you hear it...
The creaking of your bones like an old rusted machine part.
Your body it's agility lost,
Your once white teeth now a canvas of brown and grey,
The Beautiful body you once had is now a relic of it's former self,
Those Brilliant ears now struggle to pick up the loudest of sounds.
Alas!... Old age is upon you my friend.
Suddenly you let out a smile, ...
Staring into the image that lies in front of you.
Your eyes now dim you squint to get a good look.
As you stretch your neck for a better view, you hear it...
The creaking of your bones like an old rusted machine part.
Your body it's agility lost,
Your once white teeth now a canvas of brown and grey,
The Beautiful body you once had is now a relic of it's former self,
Those Brilliant ears now struggle to pick up the loudest of sounds.
Alas!... Old age is upon you my friend.
Suddenly you let out a smile, ...
#strength
#motivational
#memories
#gratitude
#responsibility
11 reads
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AltairEndian
Poem Published
15th Nov 2019 9:12am
15th Nov 2019 9:12am
The Ice
There was a king, about whom they sing
The riches were never ending
In the stories they tell, it is glory they sell
Will we ever stop pretending?
While the money is flowing, the ice is growing
For the love of his kin conquered glorious land
For his footsteps in time should not be made of sand
Remnants will keep alive, the one who did strive
To make his land prosper, to make his kin thrive
While the glory is flowing, the ice is growing
In the midst of the night they celebrate
The joy and the mass of wealth they...
The riches were never ending
In the stories they tell, it is glory they sell
Will we ever stop pretending?
While the money is flowing, the ice is growing
For the love of his kin conquered glorious land
For his footsteps in time should not be made of sand
Remnants will keep alive, the one who did strive
To make his land prosper, to make his kin thrive
While the glory is flowing, the ice is growing
In the midst of the night they celebrate
The joy and the mass of wealth they...
#love
#dark
#narrative
17 reads
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angelaball
Poem Published
14th Nov 2019 1:23am
14th Nov 2019 1:23am
Trapped in The End of Time
The city is strangely grey
As if there is an intangible color filter
adding that apocalyptic tone to everything ---
to the stern architectures on the side of the street
to the vehicles that make the road silently busy
I walk a while
And then pause at at a taxi stop
waiting in the midst of a crowd
people reminiscent of black crows
anxiety piles up in my heart
There seems to be no signs of hope
to have a cab pull over for me
and take me back to my own reality
A...
As if there is an intangible color filter
adding that apocalyptic tone to everything ---
to the stern architectures on the side of the street
to the vehicles that make the road silently busy
I walk a while
And then pause at at a taxi stop
waiting in the midst of a crowd
people reminiscent of black crows
anxiety piles up in my heart
There seems to be no signs of hope
to have a cab pull over for me
and take me back to my own reality
A...
#dreams
#spiritual
43 reads
7 Comments
midevil
Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 5:36pm
13th Nov 2019 5:36pm
The Hunt
Tell a tale I have to speak of a time for long since has past.
The yesterday’s of yesterday before the after far from the first last.
Of a lost tale ware you and I shall together relive the forgotten history.
Let it forever fade from all memory become it will be your destiny.
Though rare are they those occasions occur for the stories to be told.
Heard were the words in the years of my youth now recited in the days of old.
My gaze never fell upon the sight of a world not ruled over by man.
Such an unspoiled place is difficult to imagine but easy to...
The yesterday’s of yesterday before the after far from the first last.
Of a lost tale ware you and I shall together relive the forgotten history.
Let it forever fade from all memory become it will be your destiny.
Though rare are they those occasions occur for the stories to be told.
Heard were the words in the years of my youth now recited in the days of old.
My gaze never fell upon the sight of a world not ruled over by man.
Such an unspoiled place is difficult to imagine but easy to...
#sadness
#anger
#fairies #frustration
#fairies #frustration
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Poetikmind
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Poem Published
13th Nov 2019 10:45am
13th Nov 2019 10:45am
The Life and Times of Little Justice: Contemplative Lil J
LIFE...It’s funny, like the saying that goes:
“The more things change, the more they
stay the same.” Take for example, a particular
and very peculiar little boy aptly named, Little
Justice.
He awoke this day to a myriad of thoughts
swimming rather rampantly ( for him not
unusual) and vibrantly throughout his mind.
There were visions of not long ago interactions
he’d had with his parents, for whom he’s
acknowledged quietly unto himself he’s
known all his life. Then of course, his most
loyal, best friend and constant...
“The more things change, the more they
stay the same.” Take for example, a particular
and very peculiar little boy aptly named, Little
Justice.
He awoke this day to a myriad of thoughts
swimming rather rampantly ( for him not
unusual) and vibrantly throughout his mind.
There were visions of not long ago interactions
he’d had with his parents, for whom he’s
acknowledged quietly unto himself he’s
known all his life. Then of course, his most
loyal, best friend and constant...
#satirical
#funny
34 reads
6 Comments
Josh
Poem Published
12th Nov 2019 6:26pm
12th Nov 2019 6:26pm
King's Carousel
The executioner stood rehearsing in a dismal fog
swinging his axe down hard upon a log
of stately proportions.
This was one that had to be good,
right first time, neat, complete
in one simplistic blow.
His client had reached the top
no place left to go, ‘cept
upwards in a heavenly flow, though she,
the executioner thought,
desired not at all to know this sort
of early morning awakening.
“It will bode well for me”
the Queen thought expectantly, watching
from her after-midnight cell
“The executioner...
swinging his axe down hard upon a log
of stately proportions.
This was one that had to be good,
right first time, neat, complete
in one simplistic blow.
His client had reached the top
no place left to go, ‘cept
upwards in a heavenly flow, though she,
the executioner thought,
desired not at all to know this sort
of early morning awakening.
“It will bode well for me”
the Queen thought expectantly, watching
from her after-midnight cell
“The executioner...
#ShortStory
#historical
67 reads
16 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 6:23pm
11th Nov 2019 6:23pm
The Silent Serene Siren
now at Goat Ledge cafe, drinking tea
glancing over at the shimmering sea
i espy a mermaid, as she pirouettes under a cloudy sky
her scales are wet, yet her eyes are dry
she smiles at me
her beautiful eyes, glance into my soul
her depth has no boundaries
and her heart is whole
the waves cascade and crash against the withering sand
the clouds are circling, and ready to land
the wind picks up, and parts my thighs
and i smile at the mermaid, with my silent sighs
by Jem 💜🦋🧜♀️
glancing over at the shimmering sea
i espy a mermaid, as she pirouettes under a cloudy sky
her scales are wet, yet her eyes are dry
she smiles at me
her beautiful eyes, glance into my soul
her depth has no boundaries
and her heart is whole
the waves cascade and crash against the withering sand
the clouds are circling, and ready to land
the wind picks up, and parts my thighs
and i smile at the mermaid, with my silent sighs
by Jem 💜🦋🧜♀️
#sea
#nature
#sensual
26 reads
1 Comment
butters
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 4:39pm
11th Nov 2019 4:39pm
"Eat Me"
Alice's surprise
was vertigo
the floor
fell a
w
a
y
white silk stockings
shrunk to ankle socks—
head rammed against surreality—
red walls meet red ceiling
the once-wide window
mouseholed
—too far for perspective
even if she can still touch her...
was vertigo
the floor
fell a
w
a
y
white silk stockings
shrunk to ankle socks—
head rammed against surreality—
red walls meet red ceiling
the once-wide window
mouseholed
—too far for perspective
even if she can still touch her...
#anxiety
#choices
75 reads
12 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
11th Nov 2019 3:53am
11th Nov 2019 3:53am
Peter Petunia and the Impotent Succubus, (under the stairwell)
Unreal flecks of dark colors floated in the thick, stuffy blackness. Her small heart racing, she grasped her wrist and turned the watch to face her. She wanted to press the two little buttons for light, even though it barely glowed anymore when she was stuck under here by her angry brother.
She needed to see something… promises in voiceless whispers floated to herself. “I will ask daddy to get a new battery next time we talk.” A sob rose into her throat. Last time 2 days ago she tried to do that.
Forrest and Perl were too locked in discussion… their voices in various...
She needed to see something… promises in voiceless whispers floated to herself. “I will ask daddy to get a new battery next time we talk.” A sob rose into her throat. Last time 2 days ago she tried to do that.
Forrest and Perl were too locked in discussion… their voices in various...
#fairies
#prose
#magic
22 reads
3 Comments
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