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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:16pm
Yesterday 8:16pm
Midnight Sex (Short story for adults)
#sex
#erotic
#sensual
#passion
#seductive
43 reads
3 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
24th Nov 2023 2:01pm
24th Nov 2023 2:01pm
Web of passion
#sensual
#passion
#seductive
56 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
24th Nov 2023 1:47pm
24th Nov 2023 1:47pm
Livorno
Livorno
The communist uprising in Livorno was a serious menace to Italy because that army sent tanks, not big tanks but big enough in narrow streets
At the railway station, I met a small woman with a big
suitcase, I offered to carry it for her; little did I know she lived outside the town; it was a burdensome walk on unlit roads
At the parvenue cafe, I met a woman I had seen before
Short black hair of dubious gender (let them guess)
sat drinking Pernod, smoking a cigarette that had the aroma of oriental express
I must have seen her before. Was it in...
The communist uprising in Livorno was a serious menace to Italy because that army sent tanks, not big tanks but big enough in narrow streets
At the railway station, I met a small woman with a big
suitcase, I offered to carry it for her; little did I know she lived outside the town; it was a burdensome walk on unlit roads
At the parvenue cafe, I met a woman I had seen before
Short black hair of dubious gender (let them guess)
sat drinking Pernod, smoking a cigarette that had the aroma of oriental express
I must have seen her before. Was it in...
#courage
#forgiveness
#gratitude #emotions
#gratitude #emotions
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oskar
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2023 5:13pm
23rd Nov 2023 5:13pm
a town I Knew
A Town I knew
He was born in a narrow-minded town where a Christian
the party was in power, and there were rules for acceptable
behavior by stern people who liked to tell others what
is right, of course, including a religious attitude
a Pakistani scholar who, due to a navigational error
came to our town, left quickly through the town
reminded him of a town, called Laura in his country
The leaders of our town, also interfered with how houses should look, white or pale yellow was allowed
A rebel painted his house red, which actually used...
He was born in a narrow-minded town where a Christian
the party was in power, and there were rules for acceptable
behavior by stern people who liked to tell others what
is right, of course, including a religious attitude
a Pakistani scholar who, due to a navigational error
came to our town, left quickly through the town
reminded him of a town, called Laura in his country
The leaders of our town, also interfered with how houses should look, white or pale yellow was allowed
A rebel painted his house red, which actually used...
#anger
#breakup
#betrayal
#apathy
#bittersweet
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missjem56
Poem Published
19th Nov 2023 1:43am
19th Nov 2023 1:43am
Berkana
Soon
The moon slept
Joined by
The Runic Berkana
Whilst the silhouette
Of a Birch tree
Stood alone
Sweeping the midnight sky
With a gentle flourishing
Brush of her emerald leaved branches
So Mother Earth
Could moon gaze
Upon the Luna beauty
Seemingly suspended
In dark space
A lone owl
Stood perched
Upon the birch
Eyes blinking
The vibrant moon
Reflected within her eyes
Yet she remained silent
And unmoving
The beautiful Berkana
Ennammoured of the Runic Moon
And her...
The moon slept
Joined by
The Runic Berkana
Whilst the silhouette
Of a Birch tree
Stood alone
Sweeping the midnight sky
With a gentle flourishing
Brush of her emerald leaved branches
So Mother Earth
Could moon gaze
Upon the Luna beauty
Seemingly suspended
In dark space
A lone owl
Stood perched
Upon the birch
Eyes blinking
The vibrant moon
Reflected within her eyes
Yet she remained silent
And unmoving
The beautiful Berkana
Ennammoured of the Runic Moon
And her...
#earth
#trees
#moon #mythology
#moon #mythology
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 12:00pm
17th Nov 2023 12:00pm
He Is Her Master
He is her master and only to him do she belong.
My protector, her lover her disciplinarian if I do wrong.
She serve only him to satisfy his every want and need.
As she sit in nadu before him and remember the slave creed.
On her left hip is the brand in the form of the letter S.
To remind her she his and that it is the slave way.
Around her neck is the collar his master has given she.
Others know she belong to him only her no longer free.
To be a pleasure slave is a privilege that requires great skill.
Learning the positions and the...
My protector, her lover her disciplinarian if I do wrong.
She serve only him to satisfy his every want and need.
As she sit in nadu before him and remember the slave creed.
On her left hip is the brand in the form of the letter S.
To remind her she his and that it is the slave way.
Around her neck is the collar his master has given she.
Others know she belong to him only her no longer free.
To be a pleasure slave is a privilege that requires great skill.
Learning the positions and the...
#secrets
#sacrifice
#obsession
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oskar
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 11:13am
17th Nov 2023 11:13am
newspaper and frost
a newspaper and frost
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back...
The winter of 1947 was very cold, the country was
exhausted, the German army that had given employment
to civilians, had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one for sitting still, she secured two newspaper rounds, I was her little helper, so she could keep an eye on me.
In a courtyard, a man sat on the stone steps into his home, he sat very still and had ice on his eyebrows
I called Mother, and she said the man was dead of frost
She left to find a shop with a telephone and, a few people
had phones back...
#God
#devil
#angels
#ghosts
#witches
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jmcchesnie
Joylyn
Joylyn
Poem Published
13th Nov 2023 5:20pm
13th Nov 2023 5:20pm
Turkeys Everywhere
The turkeys find not one,
but many lying on the ground,
apples everywhere,
what a feast these birds have found.
However did this happen,
where'd all these delicious apples come from,
apples everywhere,
the feast has just begun.
The turkeys fill their bellies,
with all the delicious, ripe red fruit,
apples everywhere,
bellies bulging out.
Stuffed with too many apples,
the turkeys had not foreseen,
apples everywhere,
many hunters on the scene.
Feathers soon went flying,
the sweet bait...
but many lying on the ground,
apples everywhere,
what a feast these birds have found.
However did this happen,
where'd all these delicious apples come from,
apples everywhere,
the feast has just begun.
The turkeys fill their bellies,
with all the delicious, ripe red fruit,
apples everywhere,
bellies bulging out.
Stuffed with too many apples,
the turkeys had not foreseen,
apples everywhere,
many hunters on the scene.
Feathers soon went flying,
the sweet bait...
#birds
#holiday
#food
#rhyming
#WritingPoetry
71 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
12th Nov 2023 8:23pm
12th Nov 2023 8:23pm
cobweb of vision
Cobweb of visions
It was a clear day, perhaps too lucid
mother sat in the kitchen, sunlight made her white hair
into a halo
I asked how old she was, ninety-two she said
I knew I was trapped in a dream, she didn't live that long
By the slow-flowing river, I saw furniture drifting down
my brother said people who lived downstream
went upstream to buy pieces of furniture at a factory that made them cheaply
to save on the cost of transport cost furniture bought were
dropped into the river, where relatives of the downstream dwellers...
It was a clear day, perhaps too lucid
mother sat in the kitchen, sunlight made her white hair
into a halo
I asked how old she was, ninety-two she said
I knew I was trapped in a dream, she didn't live that long
By the slow-flowing river, I saw furniture drifting down
my brother said people who lived downstream
went upstream to buy pieces of furniture at a factory that made them cheaply
to save on the cost of transport cost furniture bought were
dropped into the river, where relatives of the downstream dwellers...
#courage
#forgiveness
#gratitude
#admiration
#emotions
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Sukisushicrown
Poem Published
8th Nov 2023 10:23pm
8th Nov 2023 10:23pm
Leave.
Located in an older isolated building.
A cold breeze, breathing In the air.
The room is charged.
You can sense it.
Then
A sound moves an empty chair.
Nothing is here..
Cold be an over active imagination.
Not likely.
Physically, something was here.
Then suddenly,like blown dust.
It disappeared,
As if never here.
In an isolated building,
On your own, totally scared.
But shouldn't be.
As there's nothing here.
...
A cold breeze, breathing In the air.
The room is charged.
You can sense it.
Then
A sound moves an empty chair.
Nothing is here..
Cold be an over active imagination.
Not likely.
Physically, something was here.
Then suddenly,like blown dust.
It disappeared,
As if never here.
In an isolated building,
On your own, totally scared.
But shouldn't be.
As there's nothing here.
...
#spiritual
64 reads
2 Comments
Elenore
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 3:21pm
3rd Nov 2023 3:21pm
When The Leaves All Fall
Two days ago the yellow leaves on the tree in the park were in all their glory, today they are all laying on the ground.
I believe that door has closed once again.
Not even in my dreams did they say goodbye.
They all fell within forty-eight hours and nobody needed to say they would, cause they could.
They will wither and shiver next to the river,
beneath the empty canopy of their bare branches,
until their beauty is blown away by the wind.
They will no more flaunt their symmetry to be perceived.
The veil has given consent again to...
I believe that door has closed once again.
Not even in my dreams did they say goodbye.
They all fell within forty-eight hours and nobody needed to say they would, cause they could.
They will wither and shiver next to the river,
beneath the empty canopy of their bare branches,
until their beauty is blown away by the wind.
They will no more flaunt their symmetry to be perceived.
The veil has given consent again to...
#fall
69 reads
2 Comments
Sukisushicrown
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2023 11:03am
3rd Nov 2023 11:03am
GratiStimulation.
Why have you been texting me with obscure words?
Telling me what you gonna do to me,
when my head is yours.
Twist and squeeze my words,till all my thoughts lay dead. Everything I think,will be your thoughts,implanted in my head.
I'm not sure if I'm reading,correctly,what I've just read. But are you saying that you want me too stop being me, and become you instead?
All my thoughts,memories and feelings,implanted in your head.
Am I right in thinking, that I've read your text correct?
So you want to be in control,of all that's in my head? ...
Telling me what you gonna do to me,
when my head is yours.
Twist and squeeze my words,till all my thoughts lay dead. Everything I think,will be your thoughts,implanted in my head.
I'm not sure if I'm reading,correctly,what I've just read. But are you saying that you want me too stop being me, and become you instead?
All my thoughts,memories and feelings,implanted in your head.
Am I right in thinking, that I've read your text correct?
So you want to be in control,of all that's in my head? ...
#symbolism
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