Story Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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Mooning
A very hairy furry fairy
With a beard of solid gold
Noticed one day, that the moon was 'flashing'
And looking very bold
So the very hairy furry fairy
Fell into a silent swoon
Promptly boarding a unicorn with a silver horn
Then flew up to the moon
The full moon, was naughtily mooning
Mimicking Uranus of old
Lost within its own madness
Of which it was oft foretold
The fairy soon, dressed the moon
Using its beard of gold
Covering all the moons naughty parts
Now no longer to behold
The moon...
With a beard of solid gold
Noticed one day, that the moon was 'flashing'
And looking very bold
So the very hairy furry fairy
Fell into a silent swoon
Promptly boarding a unicorn with a silver horn
Then flew up to the moon
The full moon, was naughtily mooning
Mimicking Uranus of old
Lost within its own madness
Of which it was oft foretold
The fairy soon, dressed the moon
Using its beard of gold
Covering all the moons naughty parts
Now no longer to behold
The moon...
#moon
#funny
#fairies
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Totumolong, the Little People
when our world was young
and spirits dance and play
and nature's essence holds sway
we lived around its prismatic light
hand in hand existing
waterfalls thundered
and rainbows were born
among its sprays
Totumolong a pretty sight
slim girth a foot in height
they lived where the moss were
where ferns wrapped rocks
harmony with the spirits
breathing in air invigorating
sipping spring water, pure and clear
we lived with understanding of nature
mountaintops where the water flows
to the...
and spirits dance and play
and nature's essence holds sway
we lived around its prismatic light
hand in hand existing
waterfalls thundered
and rainbows were born
among its sprays
Totumolong a pretty sight
slim girth a foot in height
they lived where the moss were
where ferns wrapped rocks
harmony with the spirits
breathing in air invigorating
sipping spring water, pure and clear
we lived with understanding of nature
mountaintops where the water flows
to the...
#religion
#fairies
#WritingPoetry
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canvas shoes in Kinshasa
The canvas shoes in Kinshasa
Once when the time was right
A sweet girl had her picture taken
because she was seven years old
and in her mind, almost a grown-up
Dressed in a white blouse and skirt
pressing a pair of white canvas shoes
to her chest
New and not worn by anyone,
hers alone, she had refused to put
them on, they were going to last
forever and ever.
little girls to grow, and one day, she
was a beautiful young woman and
married the man she desired
Five children they had, but tragedy
struck, she...
Once when the time was right
A sweet girl had her picture taken
because she was seven years old
and in her mind, almost a grown-up
Dressed in a white blouse and skirt
pressing a pair of white canvas shoes
to her chest
New and not worn by anyone,
hers alone, she had refused to put
them on, they were going to last
forever and ever.
little girls to grow, and one day, she
was a beautiful young woman and
married the man she desired
Five children they had, but tragedy
struck, she...
#boyfriend
#beauty
#FallingInLove
#dating
#crush
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Drunk Confession
Waiting for this last
I’m hanging onto you
Counting stars
Hoping somehow
We didn’t fall apart
Checking every universe
Wondering if I ever fit the part
Don’t leave me behind
Gods, know I’m trying
To fit every piece
As if I’m needed
Tell me I’m not lost
Tell me my name
I’ve forgotten it
For yours
I think about
Us ever night
Wondering if
We’d have made it
In another life
I wonder
If I’ll bear your scars
I wonder
If that’s all I can do
Because I’m the one who
Is...
I’m hanging onto you
Counting stars
Hoping somehow
We didn’t fall apart
Checking every universe
Wondering if I ever fit the part
Don’t leave me behind
Gods, know I’m trying
To fit every piece
As if I’m needed
Tell me I’m not lost
Tell me my name
I’ve forgotten it
For yours
I think about
Us ever night
Wondering if
We’d have made it
In another life
I wonder
If I’ll bear your scars
I wonder
If that’s all I can do
Because I’m the one who
Is...
#sadness
#love
#dark
#lover
#despair
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Prisoner
I am a prisoner of my mind's confine
a captive soul held by an intangible line
my belief's stronghold trapping me
never compromising never free
my beliefs and convictions is a fortress
with rigid walls constructed by thoughts
big and small rocks its foundation
I am a prisoner of my own creation
the chains of character constrict
I cannot cry freedom from idealism
a promise must never be broken
a gift must never be returned
once the red light turn
there will be no return
once the green flickers
there...
a captive soul held by an intangible line
my belief's stronghold trapping me
never compromising never free
my beliefs and convictions is a fortress
with rigid walls constructed by thoughts
big and small rocks its foundation
I am a prisoner of my own creation
the chains of character constrict
I cannot cry freedom from idealism
a promise must never be broken
a gift must never be returned
once the red light turn
there will be no return
once the green flickers
there...
#identity
#WritingPoetry
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Cocooned In Silk
One wild and wintry winter
He ventured to the wood
Guided only by the eerie moonlight
As he reached the spot,where a monster once stood
He called out "Oh monster!"
"Come to me forthwith"
"I wish to make a deal with you"
"That one day you may'st forgive"
He waited upon a mossy bank
Surrounded by frozen leaves
And within a moment of minutes
A loud crunching could be perceived
As he beckoned it even closer
He began to perceive its size
As wide as a felled oak tree ...
He ventured to the wood
Guided only by the eerie moonlight
As he reached the spot,where a monster once stood
He called out "Oh monster!"
"Come to me forthwith"
"I wish to make a deal with you"
"That one day you may'st forgive"
He waited upon a mossy bank
Surrounded by frozen leaves
And within a moment of minutes
A loud crunching could be perceived
As he beckoned it even closer
He began to perceive its size
As wide as a felled oak tree ...
#men
#monsters
#surreal
#witches
#curse
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Crabella's Tales
in a tide pool in a rocky shore
Crabella, the mother crab so big and fat
lived happily with her crablings three
bringing them up by the sparkling sea
she was a good mother who provided
her crablings with love and sustenance
she always gave them good advice
to respect others of sea, air and land
she admonished them to walk
with pride, head held high sure and true
ignore all evil walk the straight and narrow
though her crablings were always baffled
mother dear, they said in three tones
we love you but you don’t...
Crabella, the mother crab so big and fat
lived happily with her crablings three
bringing them up by the sparkling sea
she was a good mother who provided
her crablings with love and sustenance
she always gave them good advice
to respect others of sea, air and land
she admonished them to walk
with pride, head held high sure and true
ignore all evil walk the straight and narrow
though her crablings were always baffled
mother dear, they said in three tones
we love you but you don’t...
#WritingPoetry
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the Saragossa sea
The Saragossa sea
Once I saw where the horizon ends
a ship ploughing the the sky
White tear on pale blue.
I saw the waiting darkness before
the others did
Look, I said, but it was too late
the ship cast anchor behind a cloud
loading mist for Dogger Bank
Take onboard discarded dreams
to plug the dikes in Amsterdam
Sunflowers on the mythical sea
and red-flying fish
My ship is bound for the Saragossa sea
with a cargo of old sailors
where they will stalk the forgotten
Once I saw where the horizon ends
a ship ploughing the the sky
White tear on pale blue.
I saw the waiting darkness before
the others did
Look, I said, but it was too late
the ship cast anchor behind a cloud
loading mist for Dogger Bank
Take onboard discarded dreams
to plug the dikes in Amsterdam
Sunflowers on the mythical sea
and red-flying fish
My ship is bound for the Saragossa sea
with a cargo of old sailors
where they will stalk the forgotten
#love
#strength
#courage #respect
#courage #respect
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ARREST ME
Arrest Me
I do solemnly and sincerely swear that the evidence I shall give
Shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth...
Firstly allow me to say “i love you” to this vanilla taste-like creature with a soft chocolate skin standing here.
Tit for tat, what’s mine be mine, i want to make a plea;
Your honor, Mr Cupid I am pleading not guilty.
Yes of-course there is no ring or even a print on her finger,
For i never get a chance to insert it.
But our secret matrimony be my general verdict.
Fury not but we do not need a jury, ...
I do solemnly and sincerely swear that the evidence I shall give
Shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth...
Firstly allow me to say “i love you” to this vanilla taste-like creature with a soft chocolate skin standing here.
Tit for tat, what’s mine be mine, i want to make a plea;
Your honor, Mr Cupid I am pleading not guilty.
Yes of-course there is no ring or even a print on her finger,
For i never get a chance to insert it.
But our secret matrimony be my general verdict.
Fury not but we do not need a jury, ...
#love
#conflict
#admiration
#denial
#heroic
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The Revenant
I've been revving it.
Oh I've been driving.
I've been saying -
"Oh sweet lady.
I'm out of action.
I'm lost directions.
I'm head over heels,
I'm fucking face through the windshield
I'm shattering.
I'm insignificant"
I've been climbing
I've been meaning
I've been meaning to ask you this
What is it that finds you driving
my way
In the midst of destruction?
It's always the same
Oh I've been driving.
I've been saying -
"Oh sweet lady.
I'm out of action.
I'm lost directions.
I'm head over heels,
I'm fucking face through the windshield
I'm shattering.
I'm insignificant"
I've been climbing
I've been meaning
I've been meaning to ask you this
What is it that finds you driving
my way
In the midst of destruction?
It's always the same
#love
#LifeStruggles
#sexy #Romanticism
#sexy #Romanticism
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Of Paintbrush
..whispers of the paintbrush in pastels
on nature's canvas and wishing well
the sound of a train on rusted rails
a whisper of a symphony in my ears
with words of memories from your lips
then you were gone the way of the winds
on nature's canvas and wishing well
whispers of the paintbrush in pastels
on nature's canvas and wishing well
the sound of a train on rusted rails
a whisper of a symphony in my ears
with words of memories from your lips
then you were gone the way of the winds
on nature's canvas and wishing well
whispers of the paintbrush in pastels
#dreams
#nature
#WritingPoetry #philosophical
#WritingPoetry #philosophical
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Leaving No Bag Behind
Dripping ashes into the abyss
the Chimney Sweeper
leaving no bags behind
where nightmares dream
dark swallows it all
shadow becomes the soul
and the mind a rotisserie
consuming you whole
into the oblivion...
the Chimney Sweeper
becoming dust
the Chimney Sweeper
leaving no bags behind
where nightmares dream
dark swallows it all
shadow becomes the soul
and the mind a rotisserie
consuming you whole
into the oblivion...
the Chimney Sweeper
becoming dust
#dark
#dreams
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