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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction - Friendly feedback has been requested for these poems.
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:27pm
Yesterday 1:27pm
Destine
Fallen Angels building a ladder
Rungs tied on with tears and blood splatter
Working while singing a siren's song
Pulling the innocent from right to wrong
Cerberus nipping at their heels to move the herd
Hela wants to sing but forgot the words
Medusa cracking a whip to speed things up
Sisyphus has depression and he's in a rut
Persephone lied with Prometheus to create a spark
Hades found out and Prometheus was caught
Body splayed, strapped to a rock
I IS ME, the vulture, tears at his heart
Gabriel's on...
Rungs tied on with tears and blood splatter
Working while singing a siren's song
Pulling the innocent from right to wrong
Cerberus nipping at their heels to move the herd
Hela wants to sing but forgot the words
Medusa cracking a whip to speed things up
Sisyphus has depression and he's in a rut
Persephone lied with Prometheus to create a spark
Hades found out and Prometheus was caught
Body splayed, strapped to a rock
I IS ME, the vulture, tears at his heart
Gabriel's on...
#dark
#war
#death
#spiritual
#mythology
9 reads
6 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
12th Sep 2018 3:43am
12th Sep 2018 3:43am
The Sacred Art of Self Decoration with Monarch Butterflies
(Butterfly Contemplation)
There comes a time when doing what you want
without regard for other living things,
because there’s nothing that exists like you.
Will show all of your faults, and constant haunt
with smallest creature Mother Nature brings,
until you have the sense for what to do.
And who but I of noble tiger breed,
would take exception being told the rules
and heavy-handed lessons, to become
a new example living by the creed:
I serve a God that...
There comes a time when doing what you want
without regard for other living things,
because there’s nothing that exists like you.
Will show all of your faults, and constant haunt
with smallest creature Mother Nature brings,
until you have the sense for what to do.
And who but I of noble tiger breed,
would take exception being told the rules
and heavy-handed lessons, to become
a new example living by the creed:
I serve a God that...
#birth
#death
#forest
#animals
#butterfly
66 reads
12 Comments
LunasChild8
Poem Published
10th Sep 2018 00:18am
10th Sep 2018 00:18am
Legends Never Die
Legends and myths embark us on a journey
To places where we have never been
The wind brings a message, and I hear her calling
Heed not to what is physical, but to what is within.
-
Is there some truth to the legends?
Or are their messages pure fiction?
Stuck in this hell, the words bring me a taste of heaven
All I must do is close my eyes and listen.
-
To the voice of an angel caressing my keen ears
Having faith means believing even if I don’t know why
With a lightened heart and liberated soul, I feel no fear
I hold on to the...
To places where we have never been
The wind brings a message, and I hear her calling
Heed not to what is physical, but to what is within.
-
Is there some truth to the legends?
Or are their messages pure fiction?
Stuck in this hell, the words bring me a taste of heaven
All I must do is close my eyes and listen.
-
To the voice of an angel caressing my keen ears
Having faith means believing even if I don’t know why
With a lightened heart and liberated soul, I feel no fear
I hold on to the...
#dreams
#faith
#spiritual #rhyming
#spiritual #rhyming
34 reads
9 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
9th Sep 2018 6:48am
9th Sep 2018 6:48am
the odd bird
An Odd Bird
The seagull and I were flying over the Andes.
the mountain was brown, and we saw a lake green as an emerald ring on an Irish girl's finger.
Let’s fly down and have a bath I said, the gull said the lake was poisonous, so we continued on our
way to the pampas of Argentine.
Landed on a jade green patch of the land
it was then the seagull confessed it suffered
from hydrophobia, it was, therefore, it had left
the Pacific Ocean and avoid derision from birds
that loved the sea and diving for fish.
But a seabird is...
The seagull and I were flying over the Andes.
the mountain was brown, and we saw a lake green as an emerald ring on an Irish girl's finger.
Let’s fly down and have a bath I said, the gull said the lake was poisonous, so we continued on our
way to the pampas of Argentine.
Landed on a jade green patch of the land
it was then the seagull confessed it suffered
from hydrophobia, it was, therefore, it had left
the Pacific Ocean and avoid derision from birds
that loved the sea and diving for fish.
But a seabird is...
#monsters
#dragons
#ghosts
#fairies
#aliens
11 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
8th Sep 2018 5:51pm
8th Sep 2018 5:51pm
War Zone
You don't know what it is, you don't know the deal
To hear shots at night, then hear tires squeal
Your mind starts racing, you're all confused
You can hear yourself praying, "please no more bad news"
Next comes the screams along with the running
I thought that they had stopped, but the shots keep coming
People are falling, racing past me
You jet into the house for roll call and a tally
Brenda's here all bubbly and bright
Yes! Be a good girl and you can sleep with me tonight
Sandra's here hogging the phone
Constantly tell...
To hear shots at night, then hear tires squeal
Your mind starts racing, you're all confused
You can hear yourself praying, "please no more bad news"
Next comes the screams along with the running
I thought that they had stopped, but the shots keep coming
People are falling, racing past me
You jet into the house for roll call and a tally
Brenda's here all bubbly and bright
Yes! Be a good girl and you can sleep with me tonight
Sandra's here hogging the phone
Constantly tell...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#tragedy
41 reads
10 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
5th Sep 2018 9:07am
5th Sep 2018 9:07am
Chimbote Peru
Chimbote Peru
I was a pilot on a transport plane when
it landed in Chimbote I worked for a small air transport
company “Vanilla Air” who accepted med despite
I wore glasses when waiting for cargo back to Rio
walked around the town. At a café, I met a well-rounded woman
and sparks flew between us, she, Sophia was the widow
of train master who had accidentally been run over by his own train,
The pension she got from the state was paltry.
at the hotel, she told me her dream was to go to America and
I confessed my wish to write like...
I was a pilot on a transport plane when
it landed in Chimbote I worked for a small air transport
company “Vanilla Air” who accepted med despite
I wore glasses when waiting for cargo back to Rio
walked around the town. At a café, I met a well-rounded woman
and sparks flew between us, she, Sophia was the widow
of train master who had accidentally been run over by his own train,
The pension she got from the state was paltry.
at the hotel, she told me her dream was to go to America and
I confessed my wish to write like...
#books
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
15 reads
2 Comments
Taurus385
Poem Published
5th Sep 2018 5:24am
5th Sep 2018 5:24am
The Ballad of the Wild Wolves
And the dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will...”
Metallica,
Wherever I May Roam
“I looked out on the big field, on the big field
It opens, like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves
Out come the wolves!
Their paws trampling in the snow of the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away...”
Rancid,
Junkie Man
***
The Last Ride
...
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Rover, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will...”
Metallica,
Wherever I May Roam
“I looked out on the big field, on the big field
It opens, like the cover of an old bible
And out come the wolves
Out come the wolves!
Their paws trampling in the snow of the alphabet
I stand on my head and watch it all go away...”
Rancid,
Junkie Man
***
The Last Ride
...
#fiction
36 reads
6 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
2nd Sep 2018 10:09am
2nd Sep 2018 10:09am
rotting of a socialist
The rotting of a socialist
I knew of a young man a rebel who wanted
his country to adopt the Scandinavian model of socialism.
He was elected to great acclaim by the people,
to do what he wanted taxes had to go up especially among
the wealthy and upper middle classes and they rebelled
by slurring him in the newspapers, lurid tales about sex orgies
and a luxury living, people turned against him he was not re-elected
After some years’ people found he was not a bad egg
and he was elected as president again.
Now he was a changed man...
I knew of a young man a rebel who wanted
his country to adopt the Scandinavian model of socialism.
He was elected to great acclaim by the people,
to do what he wanted taxes had to go up especially among
the wealthy and upper middle classes and they rebelled
by slurring him in the newspapers, lurid tales about sex orgies
and a luxury living, people turned against him he was not re-elected
After some years’ people found he was not a bad egg
and he was elected as president again.
Now he was a changed man...
#identity
#politics
#freedom #morality
#freedom #morality
30 reads
2 Comments
princeluteia
Luteia
Luteia
Poem Published
31st Aug 2018 4:08am
31st Aug 2018 4:08am
faery rings like wedding bands.
drink the wine from the chalice, my love,
dance your heart away in the grass.
step over forgotten bones, ambrosia through the eyes of the dead,
draw your laughter to the stars like such shining lights.
open your eyes to the flowers, my love,
tulips and roses and oak and ash,
toss salt like faery dust over your shoulder, iron in your eyes,
draw the blade from your heart like a lost, lost rose.
dance your heart away in the grass.
step over forgotten bones, ambrosia through the eyes of the dead,
draw your laughter to the stars like such shining lights.
open your eyes to the flowers, my love,
tulips and roses and oak and ash,
toss salt like faery dust over your shoulder, iron in your eyes,
draw the blade from your heart like a lost, lost rose.
#violence
#fairies
16 reads
0 Comments
thelovepoet
Poem Published
30th Aug 2018 10:14pm
30th Aug 2018 10:14pm
What Is Up In The Sky
I once conjured up a demon from hell
or where ever demons comes from
this gave me a feeling that demons
can be very real when they get their
opening and their opportunity to be so
from all my time of observing nature
I have never seen a flying saucer or a
space ship or any other flying object
that could possibly been the same...
they sure are sneaky fuckers...I will say
that much for them ...to keep hidden
every time I look up into the sky...I hear
of others seeing them like they were
clouds floating by them day and...
or where ever demons comes from
this gave me a feeling that demons
can be very real when they get their
opening and their opportunity to be so
from all my time of observing nature
I have never seen a flying saucer or a
space ship or any other flying object
that could possibly been the same...
they sure are sneaky fuckers...I will say
that much for them ...to keep hidden
every time I look up into the sky...I hear
of others seeing them like they were
clouds floating by them day and...
#angels
#ghosts
#aliens
26 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
30th Aug 2018 9:34am
30th Aug 2018 9:34am
Alfred on an Island
Alfred on an Island
I got a phone call a rusty voice said he was Alfred,
But you are dead!
I know, I know the voice told like it meant nothing
I'm at the Saragossa Island you said to me about it is nice
Here but a bit damp and foggy, hence my rusty voice.
a lifeboat that drifted ashore had a ship to shore radio
that is how I'm able to talk to you now.
But how do you get along with rough sailors, and their
salty language, not too bad as you know I play the violin
and they sing shanties and do a jig, I miss the piano though
but it...
I got a phone call a rusty voice said he was Alfred,
But you are dead!
I know, I know the voice told like it meant nothing
I'm at the Saragossa Island you said to me about it is nice
Here but a bit damp and foggy, hence my rusty voice.
a lifeboat that drifted ashore had a ship to shore radio
that is how I'm able to talk to you now.
But how do you get along with rough sailors, and their
salty language, not too bad as you know I play the violin
and they sing shanties and do a jig, I miss the piano though
but it...
#books
#WritersBlock
#MyInspiration #PowerOfWords
#MyInspiration #PowerOfWords
26 reads
1 Comment
ExistenceInSilence
Poem Published
26th Aug 2018 1:52am
26th Aug 2018 1:52am
The Heavenly Dance
she stretches onto the wild grass
here in a field outside the city limit
she comes here to seek solace
from the midnight sky
only in the silence of the stars
they were waiting for her
for the opening of their nightly show
like sparkling neon lights
on the darkest backdrop
it feels like yesterday
since they first entertained her
she bites on a grass stem
playfully rubbing against her cheek
but then
tonight is different
as the stars begin their dance
her mind starts to dive deeper ...
here in a field outside the city limit
she comes here to seek solace
from the midnight sky
only in the silence of the stars
they were waiting for her
for the opening of their nightly show
like sparkling neon lights
on the darkest backdrop
it feels like yesterday
since they first entertained her
she bites on a grass stem
playfully rubbing against her cheek
but then
tonight is different
as the stars begin their dance
her mind starts to dive deeper ...
#love
#motherhood
#childhood #memories
#childhood #memories
72 reads
2 Comments
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