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.
Jiminex
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:26pm
Yesterday 6:26pm
Yeah
I love my southern life. City gives in to too much strife. So much animosity that you cant even cut it with a knife.
I raised my food to eat. Walked many miles with bare feet. When I reach out i see the world is all deciet.
Ill keep my country bunken ways. Give my god all my praise. Move on from others bull shit to keep my ways.
You can't help all. They were born to fall.
I'll not waste any more time reaching out to y'all. You'll see me write but i desire no more friendship calls.
Withe me what you see is what you get. I'll not stand for ones...
I raised my food to eat. Walked many miles with bare feet. When I reach out i see the world is all deciet.
Ill keep my country bunken ways. Give my god all my praise. Move on from others bull shit to keep my ways.
You can't help all. They were born to fall.
I'll not waste any more time reaching out to y'all. You'll see me write but i desire no more friendship calls.
Withe me what you see is what you get. I'll not stand for ones...
#anger
#frustration
#disappointment #emptiness
#disappointment #emptiness
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cold_fusion
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:50pm
Yesterday 2:50pm
...and the blind one sang
and the blind one sang
of colors
he felt
when life
dealt
him joy
and he sang
of a canvas
with texture
that erupted
of emotions
and leapt
past boundaries
of light
and sight
oh the height
of pleasure
oh the heights
of pleasure
and the blind man sang
of pebbles
being dropped
in ponds
ripples
making landfall
under his eye
he cries
they said
and he sang
the blind man
he sang
...
of colors
he felt
when life
dealt
him joy
and he sang
of a canvas
with texture
that erupted
of emotions
and leapt
past boundaries
of light
and sight
oh the height
of pleasure
oh the heights
of pleasure
and the blind man sang
of pebbles
being dropped
in ponds
ripples
making landfall
under his eye
he cries
they said
and he sang
the blind man
he sang
...
#love
#nature
#humankind #art
#humankind #art
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8 Comments
irvines
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:01pm
Yesterday 1:01pm
Interstellar
Light, from a billion years too late
Creating states of existence
In an essence of brilliance
On a journey that deliberates deliverance.
Belonging to all
These black nights filled with pockets of galactical,
manifested mystical’s –
of fire and pure delight.
Welcoming all, to join them in a dancing rage
Screaming to all who look upon their fate
Come and join us and live among this artificial state
The black holes creating galaxies of continuous rate.
Follow me on this journey of magnificence...
Stars...
Creating states of existence
In an essence of brilliance
On a journey that deliberates deliverance.
Belonging to all
These black nights filled with pockets of galactical,
manifested mystical’s –
of fire and pure delight.
Welcoming all, to join them in a dancing rage
Screaming to all who look upon their fate
Come and join us and live among this artificial state
The black holes creating galaxies of continuous rate.
Follow me on this journey of magnificence...
Stars...
#universe
#astronomy
#scifi
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 5:18pm
14th Oct 2019 5:18pm
In Days & Nights of Waning Gibbous Skies
( a seafarer’s lament )
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
The moon, a yellow pale slip of a girl,
That I would see o’er yonder on the rise
From water fresh, to salty ocean pearl.
It was in times of yore when in my youth
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
I’d yield the way with yardage as my truth,
For I felt neither foolishness nor wise.
There could not be another for these eyes,
To beckon me to purple northern lights.
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
Was...
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
The moon, a yellow pale slip of a girl,
That I would see o’er yonder on the rise
From water fresh, to salty ocean pearl.
It was in times of yore when in my youth
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
I’d yield the way with yardage as my truth,
For I felt neither foolishness nor wise.
There could not be another for these eyes,
To beckon me to purple northern lights.
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
Was...
#sea
#moon
#sky
#storm
#memories
49 reads
9 Comments
Wanderer_Mahmud
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 5:08pm
14th Oct 2019 5:08pm
He Walked the Night
He's a lonely man, spends his nights in midst of death,
Restless he senses the voices, in his dreams he is afraid.
Each repressed thoughts, their schemes he doesn’t know,
He looks for words, meaning of which perished long ago.
He feels the echoes, on the same plane as him,
Thousands of souls walk the night, in light so dim.
Stars lit the night, as meteors wash the world ablaze,
Violet haze fills the void and tears drop from his face.
He caught a glimpse, in his dreams,
Of thinly woven strings,
Of thousand wings unfurling. ...
Restless he senses the voices, in his dreams he is afraid.
Each repressed thoughts, their schemes he doesn’t know,
He looks for words, meaning of which perished long ago.
He feels the echoes, on the same plane as him,
Thousands of souls walk the night, in light so dim.
Stars lit the night, as meteors wash the world ablaze,
Violet haze fills the void and tears drop from his face.
He caught a glimpse, in his dreams,
Of thinly woven strings,
Of thousand wings unfurling. ...
#sadness
#grief
#suicide
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Kingvirky
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 7:50am
14th Oct 2019 7:50am
Caught In a Vortex
It's funny how zeal can be a trap,
and passion becomes a snare.
Be careful because...
Punctuality can lead to fatality.
I didn't need an alarm clock to wake me,
4 hours past midnight I was prepared...
Frantically making my way to the office gate.
No breakfast,
Document in hand.
Surely I Would be first in line.
To my horror I met a crowd,
Had they slept at the venue?
Quickly I joined in as we formed a siege
Behind the barricade.
Four gruelling hours later agitation blazed.
Tempers escalated as men...
and passion becomes a snare.
Be careful because...
Punctuality can lead to fatality.
I didn't need an alarm clock to wake me,
4 hours past midnight I was prepared...
Frantically making my way to the office gate.
No breakfast,
Document in hand.
Surely I Would be first in line.
To my horror I met a crowd,
Had they slept at the venue?
Quickly I joined in as we formed a siege
Behind the barricade.
Four gruelling hours later agitation blazed.
Tempers escalated as men...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression
#humankind
#confusion
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Stoney223
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 9:58pm
13th Oct 2019 9:58pm
THE VESSEL OF YOUR SOUL
From the mind we remember the love as well as the hurt but yet it is those elements that carries the deep tears of passion, that becomes buried beneath the sadness of the tears that falls silently upon ones face unseen, but yet seen by the red color of there eyes and the buffy eyes from crying through days and nights.
...
...
#strength
#courage
#respect
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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WellRounded
Leon
Leon
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 6:14pm
13th Oct 2019 6:14pm
I AM A PASSIONATE PAINTER !!
I strive to be a painter,
Of love and feelings told.
My lips and hands are brushes,
My canvas is your soul.
Your body mesmerizes,
It speaks of love to be.
A masterpiece of colors,
I need no light to see.
With each stroke, comes a feeling,
A sense of what's in store.
And when the painting's over,
You'll only want for more.
A never-ending journey,
To where you've never been.
But once it's been completed,
You'll go there once again.
To see the pretty colors,
To feel their soft caress. ...
Of love and feelings told.
My lips and hands are brushes,
My canvas is your soul.
Your body mesmerizes,
It speaks of love to be.
A masterpiece of colors,
I need no light to see.
With each stroke, comes a feeling,
A sense of what's in store.
And when the painting's over,
You'll only want for more.
A never-ending journey,
To where you've never been.
But once it's been completed,
You'll go there once again.
To see the pretty colors,
To feel their soft caress. ...
#love
#honesty
#sensual
#ForbiddenLove
#passion
25 reads
1 Comment
midevil
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 2:02pm
13th Oct 2019 2:02pm
Long Past Bedtime
Tempt not the dream whose life was spurned from dancing in your mind.
This stolen chance may have it’s due to this neglect in kind.
A fertile field is innocence where sin may plant a crop.
Imagination knows no bounds so long as wishes never stop.
When I was young I dared not sleep awake I staid through out the night.
A fatigued will lead me on till the dawn of morning’s early light.
What should have been like any day took on a different feel.
For lurking just beyond my focus hid a world that was surreal.
My senses felt the mortal shell that holds my...
This stolen chance may have it’s due to this neglect in kind.
A fertile field is innocence where sin may plant a crop.
Imagination knows no bounds so long as wishes never stop.
When I was young I dared not sleep awake I staid through out the night.
A fatigued will lead me on till the dawn of morning’s early light.
What should have been like any day took on a different feel.
For lurking just beyond my focus hid a world that was surreal.
My senses felt the mortal shell that holds my...
#nightmares
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larrycosta
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 3:53am
13th Oct 2019 3:53am
The Lady In The Lake
The most haunted street in America is Clinton Road where ghost children play and not even wild animals will go. Down to the end, and around the bend you will find... Greenwood Lake!
And, if you listen carefully, you can hear the song of a woman lost and forgotten.
She lurks just below the surface of Greenwood lake deep in the mire where nothing lives and no sunlight can reach.
Always in limbo, always in wait...
Her transparent form floating seamlessly among the muck and mud with hair as wild as seaweed and as long as a brides veil. Her eyes - green as a fish...
And, if you listen carefully, you can hear the song of a woman lost and forgotten.
She lurks just below the surface of Greenwood lake deep in the mire where nothing lives and no sunlight can reach.
Always in limbo, always in wait...
Her transparent form floating seamlessly among the muck and mud with hair as wild as seaweed and as long as a brides veil. Her eyes - green as a fish...
#Halloween
#scary
#ghosts #mythology
#ghosts #mythology
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 00:09am
13th Oct 2019 00:09am
"Crack wise" / "Better wise up soon" - Debate: 33year old VS 11year old. c.1963.
Jeez, how many I gotta tell you?
You stupid or something?"
"Gee, Dad i dunno. Maybe i am (stupid)"
"Goddamn it. Don't you crack wise with me, kiddo.
You know i've got the strap to make you regret it"
"I dunno! I dunno ! I dunno.....that's all I get out of you'
maybe I should just take you and your brother (6 yrs old) down
Commack Rd. to the nuthouse (Pilgrim State Hosp.) , and
leave your asses there. Then maybe you'll know something.
Stupid!
All I can say is you better wise-up soon."
"Yesa, Dad.. I...
You stupid or something?"
"Gee, Dad i dunno. Maybe i am (stupid)"
"Goddamn it. Don't you crack wise with me, kiddo.
You know i've got the strap to make you regret it"
"I dunno! I dunno ! I dunno.....that's all I get out of you'
maybe I should just take you and your brother (6 yrs old) down
Commack Rd. to the nuthouse (Pilgrim State Hosp.) , and
leave your asses there. Then maybe you'll know something.
Stupid!
All I can say is you better wise-up soon."
"Yesa, Dad.. I...
#father
#childhood
#FathersDay
#son
#fatherhood
39 reads
3 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
12th Oct 2019 9:52pm
12th Oct 2019 9:52pm
Dream: One Tight Night Will Cure Thy Blight
Squirt the groundswell, but keep it a secret.
( sabateurs and other lightweight threats,
are emerging from corners).
Beware
the widow woman wrapped in black.
Offer no resistance. She'd be booked to board
the TITANIC, but mistakenly hopped the the OLYMPIC
(as all them StarLine tubs looked the same her).
Then was the figure of the mighty Jack Johnson.......
"And they wouldn't let Jack Johnson on board. They said:
this ship don't haul no coal, Fare the well, Titanic, fare-thee-well."
The...
( sabateurs and other lightweight threats,
are emerging from corners).
Beware
the widow woman wrapped in black.
Offer no resistance. She'd be booked to board
the TITANIC, but mistakenly hopped the the OLYMPIC
(as all them StarLine tubs looked the same her).
Then was the figure of the mighty Jack Johnson.......
"And they wouldn't let Jack Johnson on board. They said:
this ship don't haul no coal, Fare the well, Titanic, fare-thee-well."
The...
#regret
#sea
#water
#nature
#tragedy
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