Story Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction - Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
oskar
Poem Published
14th Jun 2018 11:06pm
14th Jun 2018 11:06pm
when words stop
When words stop
Words, words sunken Japanese warships
in the bay of Palau where yellow jellyfish do not sting
and the US military plans to make a base on the moon
and bomb the world to smithereens
I'm watching too much TV and fed useless information
I don't need. Trying to make sense of this;
war is the loser nature is peace.
Until the war that is cyclical destroy everything this
is needed to win Concord.
In the meantime, economic wars are manufacturing useless
inventions and underpaid garment workers
cheap food and obese...
Words, words sunken Japanese warships
in the bay of Palau where yellow jellyfish do not sting
and the US military plans to make a base on the moon
and bomb the world to smithereens
I'm watching too much TV and fed useless information
I don't need. Trying to make sense of this;
war is the loser nature is peace.
Until the war that is cyclical destroy everything this
is needed to win Concord.
In the meantime, economic wars are manufacturing useless
inventions and underpaid garment workers
cheap food and obese...
#moon
#stars
#shadows
#evolution
#astronomy
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1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
14th Jun 2018 10:04am
14th Jun 2018 10:04am
vanished aircraft
The Vanished Aircraft
The plane that disappeared some years ago
with 290 passengers didn't fall into the sea
but landed at the back of the moon, where
The landscape was surprisingly lush if pale as
there are no red roses on the planet.
There was life on the planet, different in
shape and form and easy to tame and taste
like chicken, and disappeared as the Kiwi bird,
or almost as it was the plane's passengers
the only source of meat.
But there are plenty of edible fruits and vegetables
with no name yet; not to forget
a new...
The plane that disappeared some years ago
with 290 passengers didn't fall into the sea
but landed at the back of the moon, where
The landscape was surprisingly lush if pale as
there are no red roses on the planet.
There was life on the planet, different in
shape and form and easy to tame and taste
like chicken, and disappeared as the Kiwi bird,
or almost as it was the plane's passengers
the only source of meat.
But there are plenty of edible fruits and vegetables
with no name yet; not to forget
a new...
#America
#Africa
#earth
#utopia
#beach
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MobiusNovae
Poem Published
14th Jun 2018 3:04am
14th Jun 2018 3:04am
He is Me
As I walk through this valley
All I see is Death
No matter how hard I try
I can't escape the Emptiness
Then softly in the distance
I hear someone cry
Such deep and painful loneliness
Causing my soul to die
Frantically I search the void
For this lonely soul
Some hidden force, driving me
With the need to console
I come across a crimson stream
Created from countless tears
By the size of the blood filled sea
It has flowed for endless years
Leading me through dark forests
Enshrouded in misery
Thru...
All I see is Death
No matter how hard I try
I can't escape the Emptiness
Then softly in the distance
I hear someone cry
Such deep and painful loneliness
Causing my soul to die
Frantically I search the void
For this lonely soul
Some hidden force, driving me
With the need to console
I come across a crimson stream
Created from countless tears
By the size of the blood filled sea
It has flowed for endless years
Leading me through dark forests
Enshrouded in misery
Thru...
#dreams
#FeelingLost
#nightmares
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Ken
Ken Ebersole
Ken Ebersole
Poem Published
13th Jun 2018 7:55pm
13th Jun 2018 7:55pm
Peleth Undomiel (a collaboration with LunasChild8)
They say a mortal life
Lasts a hundred years at most
A mere blink of an eye
Compared to the time I’ve had with you
I’ve taught you from a child
And watched you turn into
A woman that excels
At everything you do
So how do I then
Do what I now must do
Let go of the one heart
That I’ve protected through and through
Please Tell me my child
There’s something I don’t see
What to do to reverse or change these events ...
Lasts a hundred years at most
A mere blink of an eye
Compared to the time I’ve had with you
I’ve taught you from a child
And watched you turn into
A woman that excels
At everything you do
So how do I then
Do what I now must do
Let go of the one heart
That I’ve protected through and through
Please Tell me my child
There’s something I don’t see
What to do to reverse or change these events ...
#sadness
#father
#children #heartbroken
#children #heartbroken
32 reads
14 Comments
LunasChild8
Poem Published
13th Jun 2018 7:31pm
13th Jun 2018 7:31pm
Wind Guide You
In a hidden valley under an ancient sun
A traveler walks along an unbroken road
Desperate to redeem himself, but the crime has already been done
Running from the bloody debt he must owe.
-
At dawn comes the gathering storm
The weary traveler shall spend it in solitude
Even sitting at a fire, his soul does not feel warm
Yet he shall silently accept the self-abuse.
-
May the wind guide you on your journey
Just as the sun will light your path
Once the wind blows, you’ll hear your voice echoing
Even after dusk, the moonlight shall...
A traveler walks along an unbroken road
Desperate to redeem himself, but the crime has already been done
Running from the bloody debt he must owe.
-
At dawn comes the gathering storm
The weary traveler shall spend it in solitude
Even sitting at a fire, his soul does not feel warm
Yet he shall silently accept the self-abuse.
-
May the wind guide you on your journey
Just as the sun will light your path
Once the wind blows, you’ll hear your voice echoing
Even after dusk, the moonlight shall...
#strength
#wind
#spiritual
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2 Comments
LunasChild8
Poem Published
13th Jun 2018 6:58pm
13th Jun 2018 6:58pm
Peleth Undomiel (co-written with Ken)
They say a mortal life
Lasts a hundred years at most
A mere blink of an eye
Compared to the time I’ve had with you
I’ve taught you from a child
And watched you turn into
A woman that excels
At everything you do
So how do I then
Do what I now must do
Let go of the one heart
That I’ve protected through and through
Please Tell me my child
There’s something I don’t see
What to do to To reverse or change these events
That pulls you away from me
I’ve fought the darkest...
Lasts a hundred years at most
A mere blink of an eye
Compared to the time I’ve had with you
I’ve taught you from a child
And watched you turn into
A woman that excels
At everything you do
So how do I then
Do what I now must do
Let go of the one heart
That I’ve protected through and through
Please Tell me my child
There’s something I don’t see
What to do to To reverse or change these events
That pulls you away from me
I’ve fought the darkest...
#sadness
#father
#children #heartbroken
#children #heartbroken
35 reads
6 Comments
Ken
Ken Ebersole
Ken Ebersole
Poem Published
12th Jun 2018 8:10pm
12th Jun 2018 8:10pm
My Precious (a collaboration with LunasChild8
My heart belongs to the Gladden Fields
Along the southern Vales of the Anduin
I am a proud member of the Stoors.
In my home, all wounds can heal
Both outwardly and within
Created by the mighty Eru.
-
We are the only Hobbits that can grow a beard
We do not shy away from even big folk
We use boats, we fish, and we can swim!
We are always stuffed and full of cheer
We love to party and tell jokes
Our fertile lands cost more than a hand and limb!
-
Give me some Sheppard’s pie and a pint of ale
And I will be...
Along the southern Vales of the Anduin
I am a proud member of the Stoors.
In my home, all wounds can heal
Both outwardly and within
Created by the mighty Eru.
-
We are the only Hobbits that can grow a beard
We do not shy away from even big folk
We use boats, we fish, and we can swim!
We are always stuffed and full of cheer
We love to party and tell jokes
Our fertile lands cost more than a hand and limb!
-
Give me some Sheppard’s pie and a pint of ale
And I will be...
#mythology
#greed
43 reads
6 Comments
LunasChild8
Poem Published
12th Jun 2018 1:09pm
12th Jun 2018 1:09pm
My Precious (co-written with Ken)
My heart belongs to the Gladden Fields
Along the southern Vales of the Anduin
I am a proud member of the Stoors.
In my home, all wounds can heal
Both outwardly and within
Created by the mighty Eru.
-
We are the only Hobbits that can grow a beard
We do not shy away from even big folk
We use boats, we fish, and we can swim!
We are always stuffed and full of cheer
We love to party and tell jokes
Our fertile lands cost more than a hand and limb!
-
Give me some Sheppard’s pie and a pint of ale
And I will be the happiest lad...
Along the southern Vales of the Anduin
I am a proud member of the Stoors.
In my home, all wounds can heal
Both outwardly and within
Created by the mighty Eru.
-
We are the only Hobbits that can grow a beard
We do not shy away from even big folk
We use boats, we fish, and we can swim!
We are always stuffed and full of cheer
We love to party and tell jokes
Our fertile lands cost more than a hand and limb!
-
Give me some Sheppard’s pie and a pint of ale
And I will be the happiest lad...
#mythology
#greed
38 reads
8 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
12th Jun 2018 10:47am
12th Jun 2018 10:47am
summertime
Summertime
When I was young, and it was summer
we went to the beach with a bulky gramophone
a stack of vinyl records and a bag of beer.
We drank and sang the modern tunes of the day
of the type, the elderly scoffed at and we
had to keep an eye on the police as it was
forbidden to drink beer at the coastline
(In Norway back then most things was banned)
In the night when the grown-up had left
we made love, and it was not needed to force
the girls they too came for sex and to choose
the man they wanted to marry and did.
I...
When I was young, and it was summer
we went to the beach with a bulky gramophone
a stack of vinyl records and a bag of beer.
We drank and sang the modern tunes of the day
of the type, the elderly scoffed at and we
had to keep an eye on the police as it was
forbidden to drink beer at the coastline
(In Norway back then most things was banned)
In the night when the grown-up had left
we made love, and it was not needed to force
the girls they too came for sex and to choose
the man they wanted to marry and did.
I...
#hope
#courage
#forgiveness
#TimeHeals
#gratitude
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
12th Jun 2018 00:07am
12th Jun 2018 00:07am
Stage Lights
Back in the day when vaude’ville was in town
Where people went to pay and sing along,
To laugh at jokes and cry at sentiment,
Retell for years the mem’o’ries they meant.
It was a time my fam’ly did their act,
From mawkish plays, bombastic satirize.
Where all the members each would have a part,
To photoplay enactments, donkey carts.
In time, I was the baby of the troop.
Born on a stage in Portmanteau, P.A.,
A trunk in which of course became my bed,
“Is where she lives!”, Dad laughing as he...
Where people went to pay and sing along,
To laugh at jokes and cry at sentiment,
Retell for years the mem’o’ries they meant.
It was a time my fam’ly did their act,
From mawkish plays, bombastic satirize.
Where all the members each would have a part,
To photoplay enactments, donkey carts.
In time, I was the baby of the troop.
Born on a stage in Portmanteau, P.A.,
A trunk in which of course became my bed,
“Is where she lives!”, Dad laughing as he...
#father
#childhood
#family
#dreams
#memories
39 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
10th Jun 2018 1:18pm
10th Jun 2018 1:18pm
grace
Grace
In Livorno, I touched the wings
of a silky butterfly which had come
to join me at the table.
I had only meant to feel its beauty
but my coarse fingers damaged
delicate wings.
It tried to fly but lost height and
landed in my beer glass; fished it
out but only damaged it more
on an iron table painted summer
green, beside a vase of scented
flowers a fragile life ended.
In Livorno, I touched the wings
of a silky butterfly which had come
to join me at the table.
I had only meant to feel its beauty
but my coarse fingers damaged
delicate wings.
It tried to fly but lost height and
landed in my beer glass; fished it
out but only damaged it more
on an iron table painted summer
green, beside a vase of scented
flowers a fragile life ended.
#fairies
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#aliens
#PowerOfWords
26 reads
1 Comment
oskar
Poem Published
10th Jun 2018 1:12pm
10th Jun 2018 1:12pm
life-like robots
Life-like Robots
In the large warehouse were robots
for export and fitted with different ability are kept.
During the day the robots absorb human
activity such music from the TV mounted high on the wall,
at night they come to a curious half-life and passionless
dance to tune remembered.
One night a guard came over them, and since the dancing
was a secret they killed the guard breaking his neck
threw him down some steep steps making it look like
an accident and since robots have no moral consciousness
thought no more about it.
The...
In the large warehouse were robots
for export and fitted with different ability are kept.
During the day the robots absorb human
activity such music from the TV mounted high on the wall,
at night they come to a curious half-life and passionless
dance to tune remembered.
One night a guard came over them, and since the dancing
was a secret they killed the guard breaking his neck
threw him down some steep steps making it look like
an accident and since robots have no moral consciousness
thought no more about it.
The...
#apocalypse
#mythology
#nightmares
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1 Comment
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