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.
takis1917
Bumped Today 9:08am
21st Jan 2018 00:15am
21st Jan 2018 00:15am
The Story Teller
- ... And
the young woman in red
quite unexpectedly yawned
and her yawn
triggered
one hundred years of global sleep...
It's no joke
believe it!...
Those children were craving
for a moment's rest
and it's written on every stone
that holds this earth together:
When men are asleep
the world is a safer place -
finished her story
the fallen angel
hustling
for her airfare out of this world
the maid
eavesdropping
on the wind
the young woman in red
quite unexpectedly yawned
and her yawn
triggered
one hundred years of global sleep...
It's no joke
believe it!...
Those children were craving
for a moment's rest
and it's written on every stone
that holds this earth together:
When men are asleep
the world is a safer place -
finished her story
the fallen angel
hustling
for her airfare out of this world
the maid
eavesdropping
on the wind
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Stoney223
melvin scott
melvin scott
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:38pm
Yesterday 9:38pm
SECRETS OF THE SOUL
IF I WAS TO ASK YOU WOULD YOU REVEAL YOUR INNER SOUL REMOVING YOUR DOULTS AND FEARS OF EVER BEING JUDGE BASE UPON YOUR LIFE JOURNEYS TRAVELS AND WALKS ACROSS THIS EARTH, WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO BE HONEST WITH YOUR THOUGHTS THAT RESONATES DEEP WITHIN THE DARKEN CHAMBERS OF YOUR MIND AND HEART OF WERE YOU HAVE BEEN AND GONE.
...
...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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midevil
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2019 9:13pm
22nd Aug 2019 9:13pm
The Green Man
Welcome wayward child,” the woman heard, “to my forest home.
‘Tis my kingdom all around regardless where thy spirit roam.”
“Where are you?” Asked the woodland visitor to the mocking voice.
The birds joined in as laughter echoed while the haunting sound rejoiced.
“Where am I, where are you a question truer prayed upon my dear.”
“Show your self,” was her reply as she kept in check her fear.
“Willful lass you truly are though lost in many ways.
So too be such mortal kind since the first of dawning days.”
On the nearby trees her focus narrowed whilst he...
‘Tis my kingdom all around regardless where thy spirit roam.”
“Where are you?” Asked the woodland visitor to the mocking voice.
The birds joined in as laughter echoed while the haunting sound rejoiced.
“Where am I, where are you a question truer prayed upon my dear.”
“Show your self,” was her reply as she kept in check her fear.
“Willful lass you truly are though lost in many ways.
So too be such mortal kind since the first of dawning days.”
On the nearby trees her focus narrowed whilst he...
#fate
#mythology
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AndyJHale
Andy J Hale
Andy J Hale
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2019 7:31pm
22nd Aug 2019 7:31pm
Naturally
The scars should heal by morning
he said laughing behind his pipe
What would you like for dinner, dear?
she said smiling behind the knife
Something vegetarian
our dinner is running away!
Naturally!
he said laughing behind his pipe
What would you like for dinner, dear?
she said smiling behind the knife
Something vegetarian
our dinner is running away!
Naturally!
#evil
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midevil
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2019 00:49am
22nd Aug 2019 00:49am
What Do Fairies Dream?
The blur of earlier fades slowly away.
As I retire with my family at the end of the day.
A parent’s life is a challenge each day a small test.
Surprised I was not as I laid my young to rest.
“I know how silly and strange this may seem
But when asleep what is it that fairies dream?”
A question only an innocent child can ask.
To hide behind a lie is easy the truth was a true task.
Who could I speak with and where could I look?
Is it in an ancient fable hidden in a forgotten book?
Or was it told in tales said in days gone by?
A fool’s errand...
As I retire with my family at the end of the day.
A parent’s life is a challenge each day a small test.
Surprised I was not as I laid my young to rest.
“I know how silly and strange this may seem
But when asleep what is it that fairies dream?”
A question only an innocent child can ask.
To hide behind a lie is easy the truth was a true task.
Who could I speak with and where could I look?
Is it in an ancient fable hidden in a forgotten book?
Or was it told in tales said in days gone by?
A fool’s errand...
#fairies
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slipalong
Poem Published
21st Aug 2019 9:42pm
21st Aug 2019 9:42pm
The sewing circle
On a tuesday afternoon
The ladies meet in the public rooms
To gossip and chatter, sometimes have a complain
While the present Queen looked down from a dusty frame
Mable said to Dorris "how's your leg"
"You could hardly walk last time we met"
The healers quartz wand had eased the pain
"I'm fit as a flea, and right as rain"
She Produced a quilt, its patchwork face
Its quintissential look brought a gale gasps
A Royal hunting scene to bag a boar or quail
A arrow from the quiver ready to impale
"it qualified for the...
The ladies meet in the public rooms
To gossip and chatter, sometimes have a complain
While the present Queen looked down from a dusty frame
Mable said to Dorris "how's your leg"
"You could hardly walk last time we met"
The healers quartz wand had eased the pain
"I'm fit as a flea, and right as rain"
She Produced a quilt, its patchwork face
Its quintissential look brought a gale gasps
A Royal hunting scene to bag a boar or quail
A arrow from the quiver ready to impale
"it qualified for the...
#kindness
#learning
#revenge
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
21st Aug 2019 6:59pm
21st Aug 2019 6:59pm
How Dare You Question, uhhh, The Truth !
what if it wasn't
like it is?
what if it was more
like what it isn't?
how many buckets of brew
can we carry up the hill,
and not spill a drop?
how many br'others doe it take
to make a brotherhood>
or, for that matter, a neighbor-hood?
(and leave us not forget the sisters of the sisterhood).
well, motherhood is something else all together, and where to
...
like it is?
what if it was more
like what it isn't?
how many buckets of brew
can we carry up the hill,
and not spill a drop?
how many br'others doe it take
to make a brotherhood>
or, for that matter, a neighbor-hood?
(and leave us not forget the sisters of the sisterhood).
well, motherhood is something else all together, and where to
...
#universe
#environment
#astrology
#astronomy
#philosophical
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Stoney223
melvin scott
melvin scott
Poem Published
21st Aug 2019 2:04pm
21st Aug 2019 2:04pm
DEEPER THAN DEEP
Through the chambers of my open soul let my inner thoughts touch your mind as I touch your heart for I am a firm believer for if one, cant touch your mind with words of knowledge and wisdom, then how can they even touch your heart to open it to new ideas of betterment of your life and world.
...
...
#love
#strength
#hope
#courage
#TimeHeals
32 reads
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takis1917
Poem Published
21st Aug 2019 11:40am
21st Aug 2019 11:40am
Today XV
Today,
he started the day
intending to speak up
on the global burning issues.
Utmost urgency
energized his whole being...
Anger and fury
fed his feverish thoughts...
So much to be said!
So much to be done!...
And...
He, really, had not much to say...
In all honesty,
he had nothing to say...
Took honesty out of the equation
and he spoke volumes!
Volumes
in terms of volume, that is...
Endless sequences of words
tyrannically degraded to meaninglessness... ...
he started the day
intending to speak up
on the global burning issues.
Utmost urgency
energized his whole being...
Anger and fury
fed his feverish thoughts...
So much to be said!
So much to be done!...
And...
He, really, had not much to say...
In all honesty,
he had nothing to say...
Took honesty out of the equation
and he spoke volumes!
Volumes
in terms of volume, that is...
Endless sequences of words
tyrannically degraded to meaninglessness... ...
#parody
33 reads
3 Comments
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
20th Aug 2019 11:53pm
20th Aug 2019 11:53pm
No Tides
Why cant oceans just flow, like a gentle river stream
Is it just me, thinking out loud, after a long and vivid dream
Instead of crashing into shore, then going back for some more
Just trickle towards the edge, without a noisy, almighty roar
Ships and boats, would never ever be, tipped and sunk
Girls on the shore, would never ever see, a ripped surfy hunk
No whitecaps to see, no tides to ruin sand castles on shore
Precious marine life just swimming and crawling about
Not getting tossed all about, they’d be happy, that’s for sure
But for this to...
Is it just me, thinking out loud, after a long and vivid dream
Instead of crashing into shore, then going back for some more
Just trickle towards the edge, without a noisy, almighty roar
Ships and boats, would never ever be, tipped and sunk
Girls on the shore, would never ever see, a ripped surfy hunk
No whitecaps to see, no tides to ruin sand castles on shore
Precious marine life just swimming and crawling about
Not getting tossed all about, they’d be happy, that’s for sure
But for this to...
#dreams
#sea
#beach
#moon
#water
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Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
20th Aug 2019 11:05pm
20th Aug 2019 11:05pm
QUINCEAÑERA
A pleasant Summer breeze
whispers through the ahuehuete
slightly agitating las luminarias
that border with shimmering light
the expansive red-brick patio
festively decorated with garlands
of pink and white papel picado
In my red taffeta dress,
lovingly hand sewn by mi mamá,
con mi papá I dance el vals tradicional.
I'm the center of attention
in a large crowd of smiling familia y amigos.
The fragrance of my bouquet of quince rosas,
the sound of música alegre
played by el Mariachi,
thrill my senses.
Mi...
whispers through the ahuehuete
slightly agitating las luminarias
that border with shimmering light
the expansive red-brick patio
festively decorated with garlands
of pink and white papel picado
In my red taffeta dress,
lovingly hand sewn by mi mamá,
con mi papá I dance el vals tradicional.
I'm the center of attention
in a large crowd of smiling familia y amigos.
The fragrance of my bouquet of quince rosas,
the sound of música alegre
played by el Mariachi,
thrill my senses.
Mi...
#sadness
#anger
#love
#family
#music
45 reads
10 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
20th Aug 2019 9:16pm
20th Aug 2019 9:16pm
James Landis Story Chapter 51
#LifeGoals
#passion
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