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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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FlameOfFire
NaomiJ
NaomiJ
Poem Published
Today 5:27am
Today 5:27am
The 0thers
Theres a new star in the sky
I watch it each night as it orbits by
Looking in to the night sky
The others all seem to stand still
Yet this one seems to have free will~
I watch it each night as it orbits by
Looking in to the night sky
The others all seem to stand still
Yet this one seems to have free will~
#stars
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PenneyWyze
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 11:15pm
18th Feb 2020 11:15pm
A Tale of Two Souls
Once (or twice) upon a time ago
there lived a sad, and lonely soul.
Far much worse than being alone,
forgotten was the direction home.
It stood transfixed, full of fear.
A minute passed, or maybe a year.
Sadness overtook, such a feeling of woe.
A consumption that only seemed to grow.
Then, one day, the onset of mass confusion.
Had the soul been living a life of dillusion?
For, another chanced by, upon that road,
eyes wrapped in cloth, tapping a pole.
The first soul cried out, "How can this be?!
You...
there lived a sad, and lonely soul.
Far much worse than being alone,
forgotten was the direction home.
It stood transfixed, full of fear.
A minute passed, or maybe a year.
Sadness overtook, such a feeling of woe.
A consumption that only seemed to grow.
Then, one day, the onset of mass confusion.
Had the soul been living a life of dillusion?
For, another chanced by, upon that road,
eyes wrapped in cloth, tapping a pole.
The first soul cried out, "How can this be?!
You...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#friendship
#wisdom
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firstyearoflove
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 2:20am
18th Feb 2020 2:20am
Sword and the Heart
How does the sword feel against the wounded heart?” (I asked as my heart beat out a rhyme against my chest)
he looked at me–the ache in his navy iris clear–and rested his fist against his empty soul
“Do not ask how it feels unless you want to experience the cold of the medal against your tight skin.”
(I stared at him, mouth open, for what other words could I possibly let slip past my bloodied tongue?)
“The scarlet ichor and the ruby eyes of the devil is what you see when that blade is against you.”
(This time I gasped but nothing else...
he looked at me–the ache in his navy iris clear–and rested his fist against his empty soul
“Do not ask how it feels unless you want to experience the cold of the medal against your tight skin.”
(I stared at him, mouth open, for what other words could I possibly let slip past my bloodied tongue?)
“The scarlet ichor and the ruby eyes of the devil is what you see when that blade is against you.”
(This time I gasped but nothing else...
#fate
#mythology
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rosemary08
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 7:43pm
17th Feb 2020 7:43pm
VISAGE
To pay with death.
To pay with your life.
The vision of a god,
Once sat upon thy throne.
Riddled with jewels,
Swelling with fumes.
Each day more, shall he bring upon his chores.
No more than a fool, written down on stained white stool.
How he dances with his queen.
Beauty and grace, all dressed up in lace.
His heart swelled with a pang of somber.
For he did not know, how he could do this much longer.
He spoke with a voice, dripping with gold.
As his queen spoke too, they crumbled in two.
...
To pay with your life.
The vision of a god,
Once sat upon thy throne.
Riddled with jewels,
Swelling with fumes.
Each day more, shall he bring upon his chores.
No more than a fool, written down on stained white stool.
How he dances with his queen.
Beauty and grace, all dressed up in lace.
His heart swelled with a pang of somber.
For he did not know, how he could do this much longer.
He spoke with a voice, dripping with gold.
As his queen spoke too, they crumbled in two.
...
#brother
#family
#identity #dreams
#identity #dreams
22 reads
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Dre_k47
Poem Published
13th Feb 2020 7:30am
13th Feb 2020 7:30am
The Bug That Fell In Love With The Flower
I never expected it to rain that day because the sun was so bright and hot. Everything had a yellow glow according to the sunlight.
Fashionably hot I flew to a spot under a leaf; shapes like a mosquito swat. It suddenly started to rain and the memories came striking like lightning.
My shelter was complete. I stayed until the rain was done but by then it was night and I was stranded under a wet leaf.
The green sepals towered over me. Each motion tilts them to my fear of me falling off the leaf. It was dark and even after the rain, it was hellishly hot.
...
Fashionably hot I flew to a spot under a leaf; shapes like a mosquito swat. It suddenly started to rain and the memories came striking like lightning.
My shelter was complete. I stayed until the rain was done but by then it was night and I was stranded under a wet leaf.
The green sepals towered over me. Each motion tilts them to my fear of me falling off the leaf. It was dark and even after the rain, it was hellishly hot.
...
#forest
#trees
#flowers #nature
#flowers #nature
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Kingvirky
Poem Published
13th Feb 2020 6:28am
13th Feb 2020 6:28am
Tepid Dreams
Is it the dust?
Is it the cold?
Is it the scorching sun?
Did the elements hold a combined session
To rob me of my soul?
I once knew a man who dreamt of touching the sun
And having a feast with celestial biengs.
Youthful,
Fiery,
Bright.
Now when I close my eyes
All I see are bills,
Unpaid taxes,
Unresolved crisis...
Where is the cradle of zeal,
That I may drink.
All I have are tepid thoughts.
Can I dare to dream again?
Is it the cold?
Is it the scorching sun?
Did the elements hold a combined session
To rob me of my soul?
I once knew a man who dreamt of touching the sun
And having a feast with celestial biengs.
Youthful,
Fiery,
Bright.
Now when I close my eyes
All I see are bills,
Unpaid taxes,
Unresolved crisis...
Where is the cradle of zeal,
That I may drink.
All I have are tepid thoughts.
Can I dare to dream again?
#hope
#frustration
#disappointment
#emptiness
#boredom
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Stillalive1971
Poem Published
12th Feb 2020 7:00am
12th Feb 2020 7:00am
The longest way home
Galloping rumbling in my head
Racing horses for some bread
Racing horses end up dead
Oh I remember vividly this I know
Sitting at the track as money flow
Every dollar made my face glow
Flight was her name
she ran faster then light
Stumble to the floor and lost her life
All the money went down the drain
Things from their ain't
never been the same
Daddy arguing with some men
Said one day they'll be back again
All i know is we was
Running for our lives
late one night
And Him laughing saying ...
Racing horses for some bread
Racing horses end up dead
Oh I remember vividly this I know
Sitting at the track as money flow
Every dollar made my face glow
Flight was her name
she ran faster then light
Stumble to the floor and lost her life
All the money went down the drain
Things from their ain't
never been the same
Daddy arguing with some men
Said one day they'll be back again
All i know is we was
Running for our lives
late one night
And Him laughing saying ...
#forgiveness
36 reads
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meadowsweet
Poem Published
7th Feb 2020 2:58am
7th Feb 2020 2:58am
through the night
they are eating the flesh of sirens
in this world, all ghosts are women
i give birth to a caveful of bats
i can see the planet neptune clearly with my own two eyes
this is the language written in wisps of smoke
the sky is filled entirely with ghosts
i cannot burn this city without you
the blood is too pale for my body
i’ve forgotten what hunger feels like
what was the first name for this plague?
the terrible world where there is no madness
the unicorn has been pierced with...
in this world, all ghosts are women
i give birth to a caveful of bats
i can see the planet neptune clearly with my own two eyes
this is the language written in wisps of smoke
the sky is filled entirely with ghosts
i cannot burn this city without you
the blood is too pale for my body
i’ve forgotten what hunger feels like
what was the first name for this plague?
the terrible world where there is no madness
the unicorn has been pierced with...
#mythology
22 reads
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bcpoet
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2020 3:38am
2nd Feb 2020 3:38am
to Jupiter
energized away we race
from all we came to know
back to space, the empty place
where twisting currents flow
thought our wand to beyond
bright Ceres then to Io,
Jupiter's realm whose swirling crown
is hanging in the sky low,
as Io turns revealing burns
sputtering glow discharging
Callisto gleams as Ganymede seems
to be so very large in
the sky as off we fly
to nearby cold Europa
whose frozen cracks betray the fact
we're moving ever closer
with Jupiter high up in the sky
a star deprived...
from all we came to know
back to space, the empty place
where twisting currents flow
thought our wand to beyond
bright Ceres then to Io,
Jupiter's realm whose swirling crown
is hanging in the sky low,
as Io turns revealing burns
sputtering glow discharging
Callisto gleams as Ganymede seems
to be so very large in
the sky as off we fly
to nearby cold Europa
whose frozen cracks betray the fact
we're moving ever closer
with Jupiter high up in the sky
a star deprived...
#astronomy
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
1st Feb 2020 8:41am
1st Feb 2020 8:41am
"WHERE ART THOU LOVE?"
Dying for love"...
Romeo and Juliet...
Romeo and Juliet...
#death
45 reads
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NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
1st Feb 2020 8:29am
1st Feb 2020 8:29am
ATARI'S BEST GAME ERA
Pacman ghost galore...
Donkey Kong ROAR!!!
Donkey Kong ROAR!!!
#anger
#animals
#funny #ghosts
#funny #ghosts
37 reads
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UnknownToHumanity
Poem Published
30th Jan 2020 8:24am
30th Jan 2020 8:24am
Nineteen
Nineteen,
I was nineteen.
You were the friend of my lover,
You were the sober one with the kids and family.
You were supposed to be the normal one.
You invited us to a barbecue,
You offered steaks at your place,
You said your family would be there.
As soon as that front door closed and you came back to the house with me by myself I should have known not to trust you,
shouldn't have taken that ride to your house to wait for my lover.
Because when I walked into the rv parked outside your house my body was going to be sold to you for forty bucks....
I was nineteen.
You were the friend of my lover,
You were the sober one with the kids and family.
You were supposed to be the normal one.
You invited us to a barbecue,
You offered steaks at your place,
You said your family would be there.
As soon as that front door closed and you came back to the house with me by myself I should have known not to trust you,
shouldn't have taken that ride to your house to wait for my lover.
Because when I walked into the rv parked outside your house my body was going to be sold to you for forty bucks....
#heartbroken
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
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