Story Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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Shilohverse
Shiloh Mello
Shiloh Mello
Poem Published
Today 11:00am
Today 11:00am
The Fall Of The Watchers
Mount Hermon stood as a towering witness to the silent rebellion brewing among the Watchers. These angels, once dutiful guardians, had long watched over humanity from the heavens, bound by the divine decree never to interfere. Yet, their hearts grew restless. The world of men below, with its mysteries, passions, and mortality, called to them with a force they could no longer resist.
At the summit of the mountain, Semjaza, leader of the Watchers, gazed down upon the earth. His once radiant wings had grown heavy with desire, and his celestial mind was now clouded by thoughts of the...
At the summit of the mountain, Semjaza, leader of the Watchers, gazed down upon the earth. His once radiant wings had grown heavy with desire, and his celestial mind was now clouded by thoughts of the...
#angels
#epic
35 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:47am
Yesterday 00:47am
Bewitched!
Written in red ink
The colour of blood
Words bleed
Like a flashflood
The red ink
Follows the blue veined paper
The page begins to fill with words
Witches, dragons, fairies
Fill my house
Mermaids, unicorns, and an inquisitive mouse
The mouse, hadn't always been a mouse
She had once been young Janice
From next door
Who had overheard witches
Talking of magic, and folk lore
One of the witches, picked up her smell
And instantly placed Janice, under a spell
I understand her mousey squeaks, very well
Because...
The colour of blood
Words bleed
Like a flashflood
The red ink
Follows the blue veined paper
The page begins to fill with words
Witches, dragons, fairies
Fill my house
Mermaids, unicorns, and an inquisitive mouse
The mouse, hadn't always been a mouse
She had once been young Janice
From next door
Who had overheard witches
Talking of magic, and folk lore
One of the witches, picked up her smell
And instantly placed Janice, under a spell
I understand her mousey squeaks, very well
Because...
#curse
#funny
#witches
16 reads
0 Comments
Shilohverse
Shiloh Mello
Shiloh Mello
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 2:19am
6th Sep 2024 2:19am
The Metamorphosis of Death's Psychosis
The clock struck midnight in the forgotten tavern, where the air smelled of rain and rotting wood. Shadows played tricks on the walls, shifting like dancers in a fever dream. The place was haunted—not by spirits, but by the weight of words that should never have been spoken.
From the dais, a figure emerged—a creature of twisted limbs and porcelain eyes. Impish Quasimodo, his voice a low, guttural murmur, began speaking in tongues that seemed to come from the fog itself. He dipped his words into a chalice of laudanum’s opium, each phrase heavy with the weight of a hundred unshed...
From the dais, a figure emerged—a creature of twisted limbs and porcelain eyes. Impish Quasimodo, his voice a low, guttural murmur, began speaking in tongues that seemed to come from the fog itself. He dipped his words into a chalice of laudanum’s opium, each phrase heavy with the weight of a hundred unshed...
#GenderDysphoria
#OCD
#PTSD
116 reads
16 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 10:49am
5th Sep 2024 10:49am
the sun did not rise today
the sun did not rise today
its role was cut off.
seeing this, the flowers
fell to the ground without blooming,
the green leaves scattered without turning yellow
but the sun did not rise today
the waves of the sea did not touch the shore
a flock of birds started flying
in one direction to search
for the sun that comes every day.
by tearing the mountain,
the roots of the trees,
felt suffocated,
n started circling here and there ...
its role was cut off.
seeing this, the flowers
fell to the ground without blooming,
the green leaves scattered without turning yellow
but the sun did not rise today
the waves of the sea did not touch the shore
a flock of birds started flying
in one direction to search
for the sun that comes every day.
by tearing the mountain,
the roots of the trees,
felt suffocated,
n started circling here and there ...
#earth
#ShortStory
138 reads
21 Comments
WiccanGoddess15
Poem Published
5th Sep 2024 8:48am
5th Sep 2024 8:48am
Buried my heart
For 18 years I called you my husband, and loved you every minute. On June 9,2024 well at work I got a call that broke my heart. I was informed you had passed away. How do I let you go? How do I keep moving. I should not be a widow at 44. One week after our daughters 14th birthday I had to call your mom and tell her her only son was dead. And go home and tell our three girls their dad had passed away. Deviated is an understatement. I don't know who I am without you. How do I keep fighting and living without my heart. We had a life we shared, and everywhere I look I see places we used to go....
#anger
#anxiety
#fear
#grief
#heartbroken
44 reads
0 Comments
RSena
Sena
Sena
Poem Published
4th Sep 2024 9:17pm
4th Sep 2024 9:17pm
She did good by leaving me@
You text me,
To tell me that it’s done,
You can’t take it anymore,
You’re fed up,
Of seeing her every day,
Of sharing her bed,
Of weekends stuck at home,
While I watch the game.
And you told me that your love,
Has been expiring,
And that it took off down the highway,
Now resting in peace, in permanent arms.
But you’ve painted a red smile on your lips,
Showing off the Louis Vuitton bag he once gave you,
And the grey dress you never wore,
You have it on tonight,
Stepping outside,
Looking for love. ...
To tell me that it’s done,
You can’t take it anymore,
You’re fed up,
Of seeing her every day,
Of sharing her bed,
Of weekends stuck at home,
While I watch the game.
And you told me that your love,
Has been expiring,
And that it took off down the highway,
Now resting in peace, in permanent arms.
But you’ve painted a red smile on your lips,
Showing off the Louis Vuitton bag he once gave you,
And the grey dress you never wore,
You have it on tonight,
Stepping outside,
Looking for love. ...
#admiration
40 reads
3 Comments
Namyh
Poem Published
29th Aug 2024 9:24pm
29th Aug 2024 9:24pm
Love’s Rushing in…!
Traveling at 186,000 miles per second
is the light in the night from Lightning
which blasts the molecules of air apart
to create a vacuum most frightening
but it’s not heated air being pushed apart
that makes that clamorous din.
After Lightning has struck
and the vacuum collapses,
Thunder is the air rushing in.
And the X-chromosome lies waiting alive
in the female egg with grace
for the first sperm penetrating its membrane
bringing spark for a life to embrace.
If an X is first, it will be a girl.
If a Y, it’s a boy...
is the light in the night from Lightning
which blasts the molecules of air apart
to create a vacuum most frightening
but it’s not heated air being pushed apart
that makes that clamorous din.
After Lightning has struck
and the vacuum collapses,
Thunder is the air rushing in.
And the X-chromosome lies waiting alive
in the female egg with grace
for the first sperm penetrating its membrane
bringing spark for a life to embrace.
If an X is first, it will be a girl.
If a Y, it’s a boy...
#FallingInLove
#husband
#ILoveYou
#love
#marriage
84 reads
0 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
83 reads
3 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 2:32am
20th Aug 2024 2:32am
Just Alice
the colours swirls in that garden
where Alice so curious wandered
parting flowers that sang and sway
she saw the most curious display
a table set with cups teapots that screamed
three creatures in silvery beams
laughed and cackled so loudly
even as Alice approached boldly
come join us for tea
the Mad Hatter said with glee
rubbing his hands on a pot
trying to clear a bloody spot
Alice stared and gasped with fright
for on the table was the queen's head
with her crown still on it so tight ...
where Alice so curious wandered
parting flowers that sang and sway
she saw the most curious display
a table set with cups teapots that screamed
three creatures in silvery beams
laughed and cackled so loudly
even as Alice approached boldly
come join us for tea
the Mad Hatter said with glee
rubbing his hands on a pot
trying to clear a bloody spot
Alice stared and gasped with fright
for on the table was the queen's head
with her crown still on it so tight ...
#WritingPoetry
93 reads
8 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
18th Aug 2024 2:01am
18th Aug 2024 2:01am
Stash Snatched
#drugs
#rhyming
#ShortStory
54 reads
10 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
16th Aug 2024 4:45pm
16th Aug 2024 4:45pm
the meat locker
The Meat Locker
The largest ice freezer of free-range Texan
long-horns where mice wore fur to survive
broke down, the carcasses began rotting
thrown into the bay.
The day after, sharks came to the surface
throwing up, turning the water foamy
For anglers, it was a bonus they caught
big marlins and red snappers
The largest ice freezer of free-range Texan
long-horns where mice wore fur to survive
broke down, the carcasses began rotting
thrown into the bay.
The day after, sharks came to the surface
throwing up, turning the water foamy
For anglers, it was a bonus they caught
big marlins and red snappers
#alcohol
#coffee
#food #tea
#food #tea
48 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
9th Aug 2024 9:53am
9th Aug 2024 9:53am
Muriel
Memory of Muriel
When the big wave crashed ashore
on the rocky side of the bay, seven white stallions, silky manes flying, galloped ashore to seek freedom in the green winter valley.
The old man's sons helped their father to swim
and he was glad
Coming home, he called his wife Muriel and told her he had been swimming with his son.
The sons were worried their mother had been dead for many years
In the valley of greenness, the stallions see
the grass turned pale
longed for the freedom of the open sea.
When a summer storm came, the stallions...
When the big wave crashed ashore
on the rocky side of the bay, seven white stallions, silky manes flying, galloped ashore to seek freedom in the green winter valley.
The old man's sons helped their father to swim
and he was glad
Coming home, he called his wife Muriel and told her he had been swimming with his son.
The sons were worried their mother had been dead for many years
In the valley of greenness, the stallions see
the grass turned pale
longed for the freedom of the open sea.
When a summer storm came, the stallions...
#admiration
#courage
#hope
27 reads
0 Comments
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