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.
The Ballad of the Modern Mariner
Listen now, oh listen well,
To a tale I must tell
Of a man who strayed from his path,
And brought upon himself a wrath.
He sailed upon the open sea,
A captain proud as proud could be,
But greed and power filled his heart,
And he tore the world apart.
He fished and hunted every day,
But soon the oceans turned to grey,
The fish were gone, the whales were dead,
And still he sailed ahead.
The ice caps melted, waters rose,
The storms became more fierce, who knows
How long before his ship would sink,
And he...
To a tale I must tell
Of a man who strayed from his path,
And brought upon himself a wrath.
He sailed upon the open sea,
A captain proud as proud could be,
But greed and power filled his heart,
And he tore the world apart.
He fished and hunted every day,
But soon the oceans turned to grey,
The fish were gone, the whales were dead,
And still he sailed ahead.
The ice caps melted, waters rose,
The storms became more fierce, who knows
How long before his ship would sink,
And he...
#narrative
#uplifting
#WritingPoetry #philosophical
#WritingPoetry #philosophical
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The Mermaid's Lament: A Yearning for Flight
In days of old when seas were bold,
And mermaids swam in the depths below,
A tale was told of a mermaid bold,
Who yearned for wings to help her go.
With tears of pearl and a voice so sweet,
She sang her heart out to the sea,
"O wings of freedom, I long to meet,
And soar above the waves with glee."
The fish and crabs and all below,
Were moved to tears by her woeful plea,
And whispered to the wind to blow,
The mermaid's wish to set her free.
Up above the waves a sailor heard,
The mermaid's voice and her...
And mermaids swam in the depths below,
A tale was told of a mermaid bold,
Who yearned for wings to help her go.
With tears of pearl and a voice so sweet,
She sang her heart out to the sea,
"O wings of freedom, I long to meet,
And soar above the waves with glee."
The fish and crabs and all below,
Were moved to tears by her woeful plea,
And whispered to the wind to blow,
The mermaid's wish to set her free.
Up above the waves a sailor heard,
The mermaid's voice and her...
#inspirational
#narrative
#evolution #WritingPoetry
#evolution #WritingPoetry
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Far and Away
Oh, the one I love is leaving,
Going far away from me.
They venture out to unknown lands,
To places I may never see.
Their journey takes them far and wide,
Beyond the mountains and the seas.
They chase their dreams with steadfast stride,
While I am left to mourn and grieve.
Oh, how my heart is heavy,
With the weight of loss and pain.
For though their memory lingers,
I know we'll never meet again.
I'll miss the way they laughed and smiled,
The way they held me in their arms.
I'll miss their warmth and...
Going far away from me.
They venture out to unknown lands,
To places I may never see.
Their journey takes them far and wide,
Beyond the mountains and the seas.
They chase their dreams with steadfast stride,
While I am left to mourn and grieve.
Oh, how my heart is heavy,
With the weight of loss and pain.
For though their memory lingers,
I know we'll never meet again.
I'll miss the way they laughed and smiled,
The way they held me in their arms.
I'll miss their warmth and...
#depression
#despair
#disappointment #separation
#disappointment #separation
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D&D
Deep in the bowels of this dungeon we creep
For we dare not awaken the beast within
Darkness lingers around every corner
Our lights fade with each passing hour
What would bring a motley crew to this dreadful place?
For a fistful of gold we put our lives at stake
For the ladies we tell of our tales over a flagon of ale
For the good of the people, may they slumber well
What great hunt can there be for the heros three
A dwarf who has lost his way
An elf who comes for love
And a human searching for peace
The hunt of a...
For we dare not awaken the beast within
Darkness lingers around every corner
Our lights fade with each passing hour
What would bring a motley crew to this dreadful place?
For a fistful of gold we put our lives at stake
For the ladies we tell of our tales over a flagon of ale
For the good of the people, may they slumber well
What great hunt can there be for the heros three
A dwarf who has lost his way
An elf who comes for love
And a human searching for peace
The hunt of a...
#love
#peace
#dragons
#mythology
#travel
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Dreaming My Trusted Steed.
I crunch crunch crunch through desert sand
or explored wild exotic shores,
skipped up Gran's drive, hand in hand,
conjuring roars of Great Dinosaurs
in Gran's garden to her door
which I magic'd to a Castle's Keep,
or teepee for us red-injun squaws
and my mind, was, my trusted steed.
I flew with Blčriot from France
shared Orville's delight as he soared
up from Kitty Hawk, Oh, so grand
this, long before I'd heard or saw
an aeroplane just book-read lore
informed my imaginative needs ...
or explored wild exotic shores,
skipped up Gran's drive, hand in hand,
conjuring roars of Great Dinosaurs
in Gran's garden to her door
which I magic'd to a Castle's Keep,
or teepee for us red-injun squaws
and my mind, was, my trusted steed.
I flew with Blčriot from France
shared Orville's delight as he soared
up from Kitty Hawk, Oh, so grand
this, long before I'd heard or saw
an aeroplane just book-read lore
informed my imaginative needs ...
#rhyming
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Sky Prism
Pastel curtains hung in the midnight hour
are brushed by the drops as Elysium’s
palette weeps. Pale moonlight prisms through
the night sky and is set on the most perfect canvas.
Rhiannon wears her vale and it shimmers
as she dances in celebration of the night.
Her rhythmic promenade spins through the
universe and courts the gleaming stars.
Love exists in the balance, strung somewhere
between where heaven meets the earth.
Storied ballads, rhymed in verses sung by
sinners and saints, reverberate in the silence.
...
are brushed by the drops as Elysium’s
palette weeps. Pale moonlight prisms through
the night sky and is set on the most perfect canvas.
Rhiannon wears her vale and it shimmers
as she dances in celebration of the night.
Her rhythmic promenade spins through the
universe and courts the gleaming stars.
Love exists in the balance, strung somewhere
between where heaven meets the earth.
Storied ballads, rhymed in verses sung by
sinners and saints, reverberate in the silence.
...
#beauty
#universe
#stars
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The Naiad-Water Nymph
I hovered above
A moonlit pool
My wings reflected
In the rippling cool
I slowly pirouetted upwards
Into the blue velvet night
The bright looming moon
As i pondered beneath its glowing light
And as quick as a flick
Of an eyelash
I dived into the pool
With barely a splash
Deeper, and deeper i swam
Seeking my watery nest
Guided by the strange moonlight
My spirit engulfed by a piquant zest
The water lillies greet me
Nodding their heads in the pools soft glow
My wings' shiny...
A moonlit pool
My wings reflected
In the rippling cool
I slowly pirouetted upwards
Into the blue velvet night
The bright looming moon
As i pondered beneath its glowing light
And as quick as a flick
Of an eyelash
I dived into the pool
With barely a splash
Deeper, and deeper i swam
Seeking my watery nest
Guided by the strange moonlight
My spirit engulfed by a piquant zest
The water lillies greet me
Nodding their heads in the pools soft glow
My wings' shiny...
#night
#water
#nature #fairies
#nature #fairies
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clear water
Clear water
Along the sagging roofed cottage that has small windows
and a low door. Knock on the door a lady comes out offers
you cold water from the well and it will taste like nectar
For all time it will not rain on your parade.
Along the sagging roofed cottage that has small windows
and a low door. Knock on the door a lady comes out offers
you cold water from the well and it will taste like nectar
For all time it will not rain on your parade.
#kindness
#strength
#inspirational
#redemption
#respect
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St. Patrice day
Saint Patrice day
In 1957 my ship docked in the town of Cork (Ireland)
If you think that is a long time ago, you are probably right
but in my head, it was yesterday.
Life was slower back then, cargo was lowered into
donkey carts, there were many mules waiting
we went to a pub, a stone a throwaway and drank Guinness
Never did I tell my mother, but I told her of the Irish girl
I was going to marry had red hair and green eyes
she had the aroma of an angel.
Leisureliness has ended ships leave as ships do
On the shore,...
In 1957 my ship docked in the town of Cork (Ireland)
If you think that is a long time ago, you are probably right
but in my head, it was yesterday.
Life was slower back then, cargo was lowered into
donkey carts, there were many mules waiting
we went to a pub, a stone a throwaway and drank Guinness
Never did I tell my mother, but I told her of the Irish girl
I was going to marry had red hair and green eyes
she had the aroma of an angel.
Leisureliness has ended ships leave as ships do
On the shore,...
#fate
#luck
#nightmares
#steampunk
#scifi
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The Shack in the Woods
A little boy wondered into the green woods
Not too far away from the church picnic grounds
For on this Easter egg hunt he wanted all the goods
So he thought he would have to go beyond the bounds
He came upon an old wooden crooked shack
“This is where I might find that egg laying hare”
Thinking this was a special place he never looked back
But the boy didn’t understand this was a witch’s lair
A scraggly old looking woman came outside
And saw the boy much to her surprise and delight
The little boy stared right back at her...
Not too far away from the church picnic grounds
For on this Easter egg hunt he wanted all the goods
So he thought he would have to go beyond the bounds
He came upon an old wooden crooked shack
“This is where I might find that egg laying hare”
Thinking this was a special place he never looked back
But the boy didn’t understand this was a witch’s lair
A scraggly old looking woman came outside
And saw the boy much to her surprise and delight
The little boy stared right back at her...
#Easter
#scary
#witches
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Artful Soul
Autumn leaves falling,
Colors of red, gold, and brown,
Nature's masterpiece.
Gentle breeze whispers,
silky hair in dancing iwind,
Like waves on the shore.
Eyes like morning dew,
Sparkling with life’s wonder
Soulful and serene.
Lips soft as petals,
Curved in a sweet gentle smile,
Radiant and warm.
Graceful as a dawn,
effortlessly like a swan,
Elegant and poised.
Skin like finest silk,
Smooth and flawless to the touch,
Soft and delicate.
Voice like a songbird, ...
Colors of red, gold, and brown,
Nature's masterpiece.
Gentle breeze whispers,
silky hair in dancing iwind,
Like waves on the shore.
Eyes like morning dew,
Sparkling with life’s wonder
Soulful and serene.
Lips soft as petals,
Curved in a sweet gentle smile,
Radiant and warm.
Graceful as a dawn,
effortlessly like a swan,
Elegant and poised.
Skin like finest silk,
Smooth and flawless to the touch,
Soft and delicate.
Voice like a songbird, ...
#beauty
#haiku
#senryu #art
#senryu #art
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Spun
finished chasing shadows
she’s returned to the light
sculptured in her repose
filaments of dreams take flight
into her world I’ve stumbled
my silence hovers like the mist
uncertainty now lies crumbled
hallowed thoughts in this tryst
the pearls of beauty I need so
a queen perched up her knoll
time has neither ebb nor flow
her serenity makes me whole
immortality gathers in silence
stars are sprinkled and fallen
like a great mystical valence
they swirl as her flower’s pollen
delicate...
she’s returned to the light
sculptured in her repose
filaments of dreams take flight
into her world I’ve stumbled
my silence hovers like the mist
uncertainty now lies crumbled
hallowed thoughts in this tryst
the pearls of beauty I need so
a queen perched up her knoll
time has neither ebb nor flow
her serenity makes me whole
immortality gathers in silence
stars are sprinkled and fallen
like a great mystical valence
they swirl as her flower’s pollen
delicate...
#fairies
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DU Poetry : Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction