Story Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Poems published by members most recently online.
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
19th Oct 2024 7:53pm
19th Oct 2024 7:53pm
His Encounter With A Real Mermaid
Quinton stepped out of
the cabin and over to
the dock for a cool down swim.
But when he got there,
his eyes had grown wide at the
sight of a hot chick swimming.
That was before he
cleared his throat which made her look
over her shoulder at him.
And just as he was
about to say something to
her, that mermaid swam away.
the cabin and over to
the dock for a cool down swim.
But when he got there,
his eyes had grown wide at the
sight of a hot chick swimming.
That was before he
cleared his throat which made her look
over her shoulder at him.
And just as he was
about to say something to
her, that mermaid swam away.
#beauty
#fiction
#mermaids
#summer
#water
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AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 5:23pm
27th Nov 2024 5:23pm
My "Ea" Series: Chapter III. The Great Music of Creation (continuation - 2)
(...)
The Ainur gathered in a choir,
each a master of a Sound,
some sang deeper, some did higher,
to the Choice of Music Bound.
For they uttered their Music,
the Symphony of Life in Colour.
they Filled the Void with Cubic
expressions of an inner Lore.
The Emptiness ceased to be devoid.
Now it was alive and emanating,
echoing fractals unveiling in Astroids,
Sacred Geometry Circles creating.
The Glory of their Song was Hailing
before Eru, their Father of the Form.
Never after was heard such a...
The Ainur gathered in a choir,
each a master of a Sound,
some sang deeper, some did higher,
to the Choice of Music Bound.
For they uttered their Music,
the Symphony of Life in Colour.
they Filled the Void with Cubic
expressions of an inner Lore.
The Emptiness ceased to be devoid.
Now it was alive and emanating,
echoing fractals unveiling in Astroids,
Sacred Geometry Circles creating.
The Glory of their Song was Hailing
before Eru, their Father of the Form.
Never after was heard such a...
#apocalypse
#evil
#God
#JRRTolkien
#morality
73 reads
6 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
26th Aug 2024 11:55pm
26th Aug 2024 11:55pm
house of empty women
(a work in progress)
All the women's lives were wasted. Sadness collected in the corners of their eyes. They could find nothing to do with themselves but clean for hours, then sit in faded armchairs, crying. Listening quietly to the ticking of the clocks, the slow rotting of their bones. The ineptitude of their frail, small bodies, all the dust constellations in the light fixtures they couldn't reach.
In silent houses, the women wait. For the water to boil, for the dinners to cook. For our husbands. We awaken to rooms scattered with debris. You can't get rid of the dust...
All the women's lives were wasted. Sadness collected in the corners of their eyes. They could find nothing to do with themselves but clean for hours, then sit in faded armchairs, crying. Listening quietly to the ticking of the clocks, the slow rotting of their bones. The ineptitude of their frail, small bodies, all the dust constellations in the light fixtures they couldn't reach.
In silent houses, the women wait. For the water to boil, for the dinners to cook. For our husbands. We awaken to rooms scattered with debris. You can't get rid of the dust...
#dark
#depression
#despair #emptiness
#despair #emptiness
116 reads
3 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
6th Sep 2021 6:03pm
6th Sep 2021 6:03pm
Gladiators
You think you know what our last nights were like
before we were by splintered staves
compelled, arena bound,
to cry our Aves out and chant
and bitter taste the oath of morituri te salutant
before the fat faced laureled ones who hold
our lives within their hands,
who come and drool like rabid dogs
to see us hack and cut and spill our lives
upon the vampire sand.
But have you ever felt the leathered pinch upon
your skin of brassard’s harness in the heat,
the weight of greaves upon your legs,
the breath depriving clutch...
before we were by splintered staves
compelled, arena bound,
to cry our Aves out and chant
and bitter taste the oath of morituri te salutant
before the fat faced laureled ones who hold
our lives within their hands,
who come and drool like rabid dogs
to see us hack and cut and spill our lives
upon the vampire sand.
But have you ever felt the leathered pinch upon
your skin of brassard’s harness in the heat,
the weight of greaves upon your legs,
the breath depriving clutch...
#courage
306 reads
2 Comments
mel44
Poem Published
27th Feb 2018 7:41pm
27th Feb 2018 7:41pm
Not of Worth but Value
Witness to the mindless
in determined pace
ignoring as an obstacle
Marie, out of place
Perceiving hesitation
each step retraced
pausing to request
aid if embraced
Her eyes fearful
reluctant approach
as if assistance
would somehow encroach
I found Marie lost
amidst frozen streets
yet against howling winds
her delicate voice competes
Location of home
not ascertained
“I'm sure it is this way.”
confidence feigned
Walking together ...
in determined pace
ignoring as an obstacle
Marie, out of place
Perceiving hesitation
each step retraced
pausing to request
aid if embraced
Her eyes fearful
reluctant approach
as if assistance
would somehow encroach
I found Marie lost
amidst frozen streets
yet against howling winds
her delicate voice competes
Location of home
not ascertained
“I'm sure it is this way.”
confidence feigned
Walking together ...
677 reads
7 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
20th Sep 2024 1:46am
20th Sep 2024 1:46am
The Calling
The Witches Road
https://youtube.com/watch?v=HVxM_JNq6io
Plz listen while reading.
Take what’s mine then give it back
with everything that’s yours,
the world is ever changing
it’s knocking at your door
the witches they are coming,
you cannot run or hide,
beware the wicked witches
are seeing through your eyes
the sky is turning dark...
https://youtube.com/watch?v=HVxM_JNq6io
Plz listen while reading.
Take what’s mine then give it back
with everything that’s yours,
the world is ever changing
it’s knocking at your door
the witches they are coming,
you cannot run or hide,
beware the wicked witches
are seeing through your eyes
the sky is turning dark...
#PowerOfWords
183 reads
6 Comments
sgtvasquezg
G. Vasquez
G. Vasquez
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 7:25am
5th Oct 2024 7:25am
Queen Marie Laveau
Marie Laveau I hear your name.
They praise you in the streets and have no shame.
You hexed the good and gave love to the wicked.
You even healed the sick and conjured one way tickets.
Spells and chants still that last.
And voodoo dolls that shaped men's past.
There's no other like you, even the devil took notes.
The honor would have been mine just to hear the words that you spoke.
They praise you in the streets and have no shame.
You hexed the good and gave love to the wicked.
You even healed the sick and conjured one way tickets.
Spells and chants still that last.
And voodoo dolls that shaped men's past.
There's no other like you, even the devil took notes.
The honor would have been mine just to hear the words that you spoke.
#culture
#curse
#Halloween #tradition
#Halloween #tradition
96 reads
1 Comment
mysticstones
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 11:46pm
17th Nov 2024 11:46pm
river bound
the sparkle of the day
the gentleness of the water
tumbling over rock
drumming a tribal like sound,
releasing the energy
a boldness as the blouse becomes unleashed
the slight sight, cleavage and the breast.
falling with the help of the breeze
as an image, a juxtaposition of summer.
leaning back on the bank.
the long shadows mimicking
the reeds of the grass
as my eyes begin to visually harass the beauty
the vision, you continue to reveal.
the lines and curves
camouflaging the bank,
a woman
now unsealed. ...
the gentleness of the water
tumbling over rock
drumming a tribal like sound,
releasing the energy
a boldness as the blouse becomes unleashed
the slight sight, cleavage and the breast.
falling with the help of the breeze
as an image, a juxtaposition of summer.
leaning back on the bank.
the long shadows mimicking
the reeds of the grass
as my eyes begin to visually harass the beauty
the vision, you continue to reveal.
the lines and curves
camouflaging the bank,
a woman
now unsealed. ...
#erotic
#passion
#water
68 reads
0 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 7:21am
25th Nov 2023 7:21am
I SAW HER RIDE (LADY GODIVA BY PEEPING TOM)
I saw her ride,
legs to one side,
nothing to hide
amid the street,
while the discreet
let not eyes meet.
Her long thick hair
covered her, bare,
to derriere.
She sat upright
in the dim light
as day met night.
No more I saw -
my eyes went sore
sight did withdraw.
I'd been struck blind,
things could not find.
Guilt seared my mind.
legs to one side,
nothing to hide
amid the street,
while the discreet
let not eyes meet.
Her long thick hair
covered her, bare,
to derriere.
She sat upright
in the dim light
as day met night.
No more I saw -
my eyes went sore
sight did withdraw.
I'd been struck blind,
things could not find.
Guilt seared my mind.
#rhyming
#tradition
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hemihead
hemi
hemi
Poem Published
26th Dec 2016 1:25pm
26th Dec 2016 1:25pm
four days, four lessons
Day 1
It came passed the bottom of Australia four days ago
and the Tasmanians said it was big
storm front coming
will get here tonight
they know their weather down there
me and my boat
anchored in a bay
took three days to sail her here
and a few before that to get her ready
I’m waiting for that blow
got some things I want to know
I cook
eat light
drink a bit
read
check gear
and listen on the hour
to the marine radio channel
hear the weather warnings
all the big...
It came passed the bottom of Australia four days ago
and the Tasmanians said it was big
storm front coming
will get here tonight
they know their weather down there
me and my boat
anchored in a bay
took three days to sail her here
and a few before that to get her ready
I’m waiting for that blow
got some things I want to know
I cook
eat light
drink a bit
read
check gear
and listen on the hour
to the marine radio channel
hear the weather warnings
all the big...
789 reads
9 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
7th Mar 2023 6:30pm
7th Mar 2023 6:30pm
This hotel bar is full of people
My coffees cold
that hardly matters
The piano man is really laying it down
Some cute Irish lass gave me the wink
It's quiet in this part of town
Cock n bull the place to drink
Least that's how it's sold
Truth be told
She's a fuckin dive
don't go telling Molly though
She runs a tight ship
Let's me drink for free
When I can
Or even if I can't
The crowd demands a lively tune
Or three
that's on me
as lively tunes
who knows how long
why even when
The song must...
that hardly matters
The piano man is really laying it down
Some cute Irish lass gave me the wink
It's quiet in this part of town
Cock n bull the place to drink
Least that's how it's sold
Truth be told
She's a fuckin dive
don't go telling Molly though
She runs a tight ship
Let's me drink for free
When I can
Or even if I can't
The crowd demands a lively tune
Or three
that's on me
as lively tunes
who knows how long
why even when
The song must...
#narrative
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
212 reads
6 Comments
drone
Poem Published
20th Sep 2024 11:22am
20th Sep 2024 11:22am
The Island
On a dark desert seaway
Salt winds
In my hair
Not knowing where I'm going
Just travelling there
Up a head in the distance
Apearing in the air
An island
Of shimmering light
I never knew was there
My legs grew heavy
And my eyes grew tired
I was thinking to myself
I had to stop for the night
And there she stood on the water
When i heard the whispering vail
I was thinking to myself
This could be madness
Or this could be real
Then she lit up a...
Salt winds
In my hair
Not knowing where I'm going
Just travelling there
Up a head in the distance
Apearing in the air
An island
Of shimmering light
I never knew was there
My legs grew heavy
And my eyes grew tired
I was thinking to myself
I had to stop for the night
And there she stood on the water
When i heard the whispering vail
I was thinking to myself
This could be madness
Or this could be real
Then she lit up a...
#beach
#mountains
#nature
#river
#sea
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