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.
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:59pm
Yesterday 10:59pm
The Twisted OZ (Extended)
#parody
11 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:27pm
Yesterday 1:27pm
Destine
Fallen Angels building a ladder
Rungs tied on with tears and blood splatter
Working while singing a siren's song
Pulling the innocent from right to wrong
Cerberus nipping at their heels to move the herd
Hela wants to sing but forgot the words
Medusa cracking a whip to speed things up
Sisyphus has depression and he's in a rut
Persephone lied with Prometheus to create a spark
Hades found out and Prometheus was caught
Body splayed, strapped to a rock
I IS ME, the vulture, tears at his heart
Gabriel's on...
Rungs tied on with tears and blood splatter
Working while singing a siren's song
Pulling the innocent from right to wrong
Cerberus nipping at their heels to move the herd
Hela wants to sing but forgot the words
Medusa cracking a whip to speed things up
Sisyphus has depression and he's in a rut
Persephone lied with Prometheus to create a spark
Hades found out and Prometheus was caught
Body splayed, strapped to a rock
I IS ME, the vulture, tears at his heart
Gabriel's on...
#dark
#war
#death
#spiritual
#mythology
9 reads
6 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
17th Sep 2018 4:51pm
17th Sep 2018 4:51pm
Night of the Raping Witch
#BDSM
#dirty
#temptation
25 reads
4 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
17th Sep 2018 3:16pm
17th Sep 2018 3:16pm
The Warlock's Execution
From a throat choked by rope
Came the guttural cry of lost hope
As the lunatics mobbed
Had his dignity robbed
Shackled maimed feet
Led by his noose through the streets
Tore asunder both wings
All behold the fallen warlock king
Third eye plucked out
No more demon tongue
Or incantations spawning from his lungs
Make him slave to...
Came the guttural cry of lost hope
As the lunatics mobbed
Had his dignity robbed
Shackled maimed feet
Led by his noose through the streets
Tore asunder both wings
All behold the fallen warlock king
Third eye plucked out
No more demon tongue
Or incantations spawning from his lungs
Make him slave to...
#dark
#death
#rhyming
#narrative
#magic
10 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
17th Sep 2018 3:08pm
17th Sep 2018 3:08pm
Blood In The Snow
The hussars strike them down
Knights of the black cross about to break
Their marshall is struck dead
Poles and Lithuians gain ground ahead
Then the warmaster came
In blood he was caked
Rallied his knights around him
Teutonic crosses adorn his aromor
He rides down the hussars with a charge
Prussian crossbows release bolts in a barrage
Polish horse men are pierced by the iron hail
Dead liter the field and the fight drags on into the night
They break and the Polish...
Knights of the black cross about to break
Their marshall is struck dead
Poles and Lithuians gain ground ahead
Then the warmaster came
In blood he was caked
Rallied his knights around him
Teutonic crosses adorn his aromor
He rides down the hussars with a charge
Prussian crossbows release bolts in a barrage
Polish horse men are pierced by the iron hail
Dead liter the field and the fight drags on into the night
They break and the Polish...
#soldiers
#war
#narrative #historical
#narrative #historical
15 reads
2 Comments
takis1917
Poem Published
15th Sep 2018 2:12pm
15th Sep 2018 2:12pm
Realization
Rarely
- if ever -
he had a real plan.
Long term goals involving
specific strategy and tactics
remained, always, outside his thought process,
always, absent in formatting
his routine, practice, or actions.
Many a turn he made
never a turning point, he reached...
John Smith
spent his days
just reacting to anything
jolting his comfort level
- from childhood to college
from marriage to fatherhood, work and finances -
simply a reactive mass of flesh,
he had, always, been
with a constant vague anguish...
- if ever -
he had a real plan.
Long term goals involving
specific strategy and tactics
remained, always, outside his thought process,
always, absent in formatting
his routine, practice, or actions.
Many a turn he made
never a turning point, he reached...
John Smith
spent his days
just reacting to anything
jolting his comfort level
- from childhood to college
from marriage to fatherhood, work and finances -
simply a reactive mass of flesh,
he had, always, been
with a constant vague anguish...
#identity
30 reads
8 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
12th Sep 2018 3:43am
12th Sep 2018 3:43am
The Sacred Art of Self Decoration with Monarch Butterflies
(Butterfly Contemplation)
There comes a time when doing what you want
without regard for other living things,
because there’s nothing that exists like you.
Will show all of your faults, and constant haunt
with smallest creature Mother Nature brings,
until you have the sense for what to do.
And who but I of noble tiger breed,
would take exception being told the rules
and heavy-handed lessons, to become
a new example living by the creed:
I serve a God that...
There comes a time when doing what you want
without regard for other living things,
because there’s nothing that exists like you.
Will show all of your faults, and constant haunt
with smallest creature Mother Nature brings,
until you have the sense for what to do.
And who but I of noble tiger breed,
would take exception being told the rules
and heavy-handed lessons, to become
a new example living by the creed:
I serve a God that...
#birth
#death
#forest
#animals
#butterfly
66 reads
12 Comments
takis1917
Poem Published
11th Sep 2018 8:01pm
11th Sep 2018 8:01pm
Since Who Knows When
Nobody said
it was time for him to go,
or, anything of the kind.
He sort of felt,
he sort of knew that he had to...
This new cumbersome weight
was pressing down on his guts
because, John Smith
- since who knows when -
had, really, nowhere to go...
it was time for him to go,
or, anything of the kind.
He sort of felt,
he sort of knew that he had to...
This new cumbersome weight
was pressing down on his guts
because, John Smith
- since who knows when -
had, really, nowhere to go...
#LifeCycle
34 reads
7 Comments
Tuncs
-Alice-
-Alice-
Poem Published
10th Sep 2018 5:16pm
10th Sep 2018 5:16pm
Origami
With each other, our surface is better
Corner to corner we come together
Although, our alliance is so much fresher
We crease away when we feel the pressure
Whilst all these folds thicken our centre
There’s a beak in front, yet we have no feathers
A wing each side, we could fly forever
We may have no feet below however
We stand in union above all measure
The final mould, we made this treasure
Corner to corner we come together
Although, our alliance is so much fresher
We crease away when we feel the pressure
Whilst all these folds thicken our centre
There’s a beak in front, yet we have no feathers
A wing each side, we could fly forever
We may have no feet below however
We stand in union above all measure
The final mould, we made this treasure
#friendship
#inspirational
#rhyming
27 reads
2 Comments
bigdougsoutho
Poem Published
10th Sep 2018 2:30am
10th Sep 2018 2:30am
Sunday Morning Drive
Five am, calm like my mind
Set my sights on the road
Audience of stars in the sky
Don’t wanna let em down
So, I breathe in the fire
Mashing down hard on
The pedal on the right
Hear them horses roar
Rippin’ up two-seven-five
Thrown back in the seat
Cutting two lanes at a time
Speedo busts one-tewnty
Blowin’ by a black and white
Piggy seen me comin’
Gonna get me this time?
Better luck catchin’ doughnuts
So keep that ass sittin’ tight
If ya wanna keep some pride
Cause I hate to break it to ya...
Set my sights on the road
Audience of stars in the sky
Don’t wanna let em down
So, I breathe in the fire
Mashing down hard on
The pedal on the right
Hear them horses roar
Rippin’ up two-seven-five
Thrown back in the seat
Cutting two lanes at a time
Speedo busts one-tewnty
Blowin’ by a black and white
Piggy seen me comin’
Gonna get me this time?
Better luck catchin’ doughnuts
So keep that ass sittin’ tight
If ya wanna keep some pride
Cause I hate to break it to ya...
#escape
27 reads
0 Comments
LunasChild8
Poem Published
10th Sep 2018 00:18am
10th Sep 2018 00:18am
Legends Never Die
Legends and myths embark us on a journey
To places where we have never been
The wind brings a message, and I hear her calling
Heed not to what is physical, but to what is within.
-
Is there some truth to the legends?
Or are their messages pure fiction?
Stuck in this hell, the words bring me a taste of heaven
All I must do is close my eyes and listen.
-
To the voice of an angel caressing my keen ears
Having faith means believing even if I don’t know why
With a lightened heart and liberated soul, I feel no fear
I hold on to the...
To places where we have never been
The wind brings a message, and I hear her calling
Heed not to what is physical, but to what is within.
-
Is there some truth to the legends?
Or are their messages pure fiction?
Stuck in this hell, the words bring me a taste of heaven
All I must do is close my eyes and listen.
-
To the voice of an angel caressing my keen ears
Having faith means believing even if I don’t know why
With a lightened heart and liberated soul, I feel no fear
I hold on to the...
#dreams
#faith
#spiritual #rhyming
#spiritual #rhyming
34 reads
9 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
9th Sep 2018 6:48am
9th Sep 2018 6:48am
the odd bird
An Odd Bird
The seagull and I were flying over the Andes.
the mountain was brown, and we saw a lake green as an emerald ring on an Irish girl's finger.
Let’s fly down and have a bath I said, the gull said the lake was poisonous, so we continued on our
way to the pampas of Argentine.
Landed on a jade green patch of the land
it was then the seagull confessed it suffered
from hydrophobia, it was, therefore, it had left
the Pacific Ocean and avoid derision from birds
that loved the sea and diving for fish.
But a seabird is...
The seagull and I were flying over the Andes.
the mountain was brown, and we saw a lake green as an emerald ring on an Irish girl's finger.
Let’s fly down and have a bath I said, the gull said the lake was poisonous, so we continued on our
way to the pampas of Argentine.
Landed on a jade green patch of the land
it was then the seagull confessed it suffered
from hydrophobia, it was, therefore, it had left
the Pacific Ocean and avoid derision from birds
that loved the sea and diving for fish.
But a seabird is...
#monsters
#dragons
#ghosts
#fairies
#aliens
11 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
