Story Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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oskar
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 9:58am
1st Dec 2021 9:58am
a writer's problem
A writers’ problem
The thing is this when you die; you can’t go back
and write about it.
Those, there are a few, who say they can are charlatans.
We can speculate about death or write a thesis about it
or we can write about near-death experiences
like if a bright light a choir singing soft songs to harp music.
The river of no return.
When driving on the long bridge on my way to Algarve
I think of the bridge falling, but it is always about survival
a story to tell, the one who got away.
Death is the ending of a book you read, ...
The thing is this when you die; you can’t go back
and write about it.
Those, there are a few, who say they can are charlatans.
We can speculate about death or write a thesis about it
or we can write about near-death experiences
like if a bright light a choir singing soft songs to harp music.
The river of no return.
When driving on the long bridge on my way to Algarve
I think of the bridge falling, but it is always about survival
a story to tell, the one who got away.
Death is the ending of a book you read, ...
#parody
#satirical
#funny
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Hidden_treasures1
Poem Published
29th Nov 2021 6:18am
29th Nov 2021 6:18am
Let me
Let me be your scribe
How I vow to caress every page in your novel and drown in your story
Let me carry your words onto Papyrus, flattering and gentle on the eyes
Speak the words my queen, yes! Speak them aloud, the ones that demand my innermost attention
Let me devour your thoughts
and let these eyes observe your nightly rituals, in the hopes that I may one day hold the ink that falls from your pen
How I vow to caress every page in your novel and drown in your story
Let me carry your words onto Papyrus, flattering and gentle on the eyes
Speak the words my queen, yes! Speak them aloud, the ones that demand my innermost attention
Let me devour your thoughts
and let these eyes observe your nightly rituals, in the hopes that I may one day hold the ink that falls from your pen
#love
#inspirational
32 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
28th Nov 2021 9:57pm
28th Nov 2021 9:57pm
The Golden Dragon
The wild dragon
Drew a dragons breath
Gazing at the dark grey sky
Opened its wings, and began to fly
Silently, it soared
Its gilded golden wings
Gliding with the breeze
A hungry flight, she couldn't appease
She cut through the clouds
To seek out the sun
Camouflaged, by her golden glow
Breathing out, a rekindled firey flow
As her torched, and torturous body
Now invigorated, she flew back to her cave
Within her concave eyes, lay a tapestry, of deep blue hues
As flames, from her ochre pastel tongue, grew...
Drew a dragons breath
Gazing at the dark grey sky
Opened its wings, and began to fly
Silently, it soared
Its gilded golden wings
Gliding with the breeze
A hungry flight, she couldn't appease
She cut through the clouds
To seek out the sun
Camouflaged, by her golden glow
Breathing out, a rekindled firey flow
As her torched, and torturous body
Now invigorated, she flew back to her cave
Within her concave eyes, lay a tapestry, of deep blue hues
As flames, from her ochre pastel tongue, grew...
#love
#loneliness
#dragons #mythology
#dragons #mythology
23 reads
1 Comment
bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 9:40pm
26th Nov 2021 9:40pm
A Pixie Love Song
loving exotic, loving erotic
loving eclectic too
loving quixotic, thinking I've got it
I am in love with you
first thing this morning, right at the dawning
of sunlight in the sky
feeling you somehow, feeling you right now
feeling as if I could fly
heartbeats aflutter, blown away clutter
emotionally serene
I am awaking, giving and taking,
by a gently flowing stream
through a green pasture, warmer than last year
with willows weeping nearby
a Garden of Eden, without all the weeding
prostrate on the...
loving eclectic too
loving quixotic, thinking I've got it
I am in love with you
first thing this morning, right at the dawning
of sunlight in the sky
feeling you somehow, feeling you right now
feeling as if I could fly
heartbeats aflutter, blown away clutter
emotionally serene
I am awaking, giving and taking,
by a gently flowing stream
through a green pasture, warmer than last year
with willows weeping nearby
a Garden of Eden, without all the weeding
prostrate on the...
#love
39 reads
2 Comments
Em-ily
_Erica
_Erica
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 11:06pm
25th Nov 2021 11:06pm
Folly is the title of a famous song. In short, there is a world of doubt and war associated with essential elements
In years past
Today
There is nothing but the single discussion of the universe (A), a derivative of which, a clear matter and a process, and the idea of God as man
Similarly the habits of Lunatics are mentioned for the purpose of prayer in speaking and communicating without much of a hindrance to the offerings made by dinosaurs
The ideas of God were followed by many guns, but went this way in their cycle, and now that we have more than one song, God, and other names, like...
Today
There is nothing but the single discussion of the universe (A), a derivative of which, a clear matter and a process, and the idea of God as man
Similarly the habits of Lunatics are mentioned for the purpose of prayer in speaking and communicating without much of a hindrance to the offerings made by dinosaurs
The ideas of God were followed by many guns, but went this way in their cycle, and now that we have more than one song, God, and other names, like...
#spiritual
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Elenore
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 2:53pm
24th Nov 2021 2:53pm
Words For The Desperate
A lot of folks seem desperate these days.
Sadness and depression weigh them down.
A loved one gone, a pet passed on.
Always something gnawing at them.
But that’s why there are words!
Words of encouragement, words of imagination!
Like, what does a caterpillar think while developing inside it’s cocoon?
Does it dream like we do? Do they dream of flying perhaps?
The whispers of the willow in summertime comfort my soul.
Or what about the warmth of the sun on the lush green grass?
I sit down to daydream under the willow as the branches...
Sadness and depression weigh them down.
A loved one gone, a pet passed on.
Always something gnawing at them.
But that’s why there are words!
Words of encouragement, words of imagination!
Like, what does a caterpillar think while developing inside it’s cocoon?
Does it dream like we do? Do they dream of flying perhaps?
The whispers of the willow in summertime comfort my soul.
Or what about the warmth of the sun on the lush green grass?
I sit down to daydream under the willow as the branches...
#nature
#uplifting
63 reads
4 Comments
Em-ily
_Erica
_Erica
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 1:06am
21st Nov 2021 1:06am
Joyful, Joyful We Adore
→ hymnary.org
Open
Appropriate examples from an experienced reader
All instances
165 East-1979 models included
Tele print: PDF, MusicXML
Fulfillment only: Songs / Songs + music
Audio file: MIDI
Songs are available on My.Hymnary
Flex
FlexScore: Fun, fun, we love it
Piano / Performance
Coral Reese's...
Open
Appropriate examples from an experienced reader
All instances
165 East-1979 models included
Tele print: PDF, MusicXML
Fulfillment only: Songs / Songs + music
Audio file: MIDI
Songs are available on My.Hymnary
Flex
FlexScore: Fun, fun, we love it
Piano / Performance
Coral Reese's...
#love
#humankind
55 reads
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Elenore
Poem Published
20th Nov 2021 5:40am
20th Nov 2021 5:40am
Believe
Winter’s eve is on the horizon and marked on our calendars. Are you ready?
We’ll wake warm beneath our covers and watch the full moon set with a twilight sunrise.
We’ll celebrate and drink strong coffee laced with nighttime dew of the full moon.
It tastes just like dark chocolate, as dark as the dark side of the moon. We toast to the fullness of our mother moon.
As ghost ships of yesteryear sail by the window of my eye I find myself surrendering to the aroma of the coffee and chocolate.
I recede back into my coffee to believe...
We’ll wake warm beneath our covers and watch the full moon set with a twilight sunrise.
We’ll celebrate and drink strong coffee laced with nighttime dew of the full moon.
It tastes just like dark chocolate, as dark as the dark side of the moon. We toast to the fullness of our mother moon.
As ghost ships of yesteryear sail by the window of my eye I find myself surrendering to the aroma of the coffee and chocolate.
I recede back into my coffee to believe...
#dreams
#moon
#night
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bcpoet
Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
19th Nov 2021 4:15am
19th Nov 2021 4:15am
Travel Log
a river is flowing where forests cascade
down hills to where the water has made
a sparkling gash in all of the green -
sunlight on water is never seen
on the red planet which is my home
ancient Cydonia like ancient Rome
with ruins and marvels of what came before
the futility of an endless war -
hovering over a valley I see
the spectacular beauty of every tree
hearing birds singing, the rustle of leaves
senses exposed to air as mind weaves
memories from long before
with new sensations becoming much more ...
down hills to where the water has made
a sparkling gash in all of the green -
sunlight on water is never seen
on the red planet which is my home
ancient Cydonia like ancient Rome
with ruins and marvels of what came before
the futility of an endless war -
hovering over a valley I see
the spectacular beauty of every tree
hearing birds singing, the rustle of leaves
senses exposed to air as mind weaves
memories from long before
with new sensations becoming much more ...
#aliens
#scifi
57 reads
5 Comments
SageRoyale
Sage R.
Sage R.
Poem Published
19th Nov 2021 00:27am
19th Nov 2021 00:27am
Felis
You were there across the room
Standing plainly without a sound
Looking for something too
That never would be found
And suddenly you shifted
So clearly, without remorse
Into a lovely feline
Dappled coat, fur coarse
Your eyes, they glimmered before the screen
My heart began to seize
And when you turned toward me
I saw something I'd never believe
Your pointed face turned gently
Deep within those crystalline orbs
Inside your amber scleras
Tumbled minerals galore
A soft and...
Standing plainly without a sound
Looking for something too
That never would be found
And suddenly you shifted
So clearly, without remorse
Into a lovely feline
Dappled coat, fur coarse
Your eyes, they glimmered before the screen
My heart began to seize
And when you turned toward me
I saw something I'd never believe
Your pointed face turned gently
Deep within those crystalline orbs
Inside your amber scleras
Tumbled minerals galore
A soft and...
#dreams
#cats
#sleep
59 reads
5 Comments
SageRoyale
Sage R.
Sage R.
Poem Published
16th Nov 2021 3:40am
16th Nov 2021 3:40am
Anywhere at Once
Oh, what a relief
The sense of peace and ambition
A champagne sofa that smells of roses
How tempting, how secure
A base, a landing, for when I've stolen time
Time is fake, but exists briefly
Outside in a bustling spice market
Paprika fills my roaring lungs
Stinging from the dry, sunburnt sand
Kicked up on the coast of immortality
A wave of ultramarine, disallowing the blind at sea
The further you go, the farther I'll be
Down the streets of ochre
To a city of green
A sense of purpose, action, means
Means to an end,...
The sense of peace and ambition
A champagne sofa that smells of roses
How tempting, how secure
A base, a landing, for when I've stolen time
Time is fake, but exists briefly
Outside in a bustling spice market
Paprika fills my roaring lungs
Stinging from the dry, sunburnt sand
Kicked up on the coast of immortality
A wave of ultramarine, disallowing the blind at sea
The further you go, the farther I'll be
Down the streets of ochre
To a city of green
A sense of purpose, action, means
Means to an end,...
#dreams
#universe
#escape #meditation
#escape #meditation
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