Story Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:43am
Yesterday 00:43am
The Great Escape Chapter 20, Part 4 of 6
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 10:23pm
31st Mar 2025 10:23pm
The Great Escape Chapter 20, Part 3 of 6
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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2 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 1:28pm
30th Mar 2025 1:28pm
Bernice
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
of my heart you are the thief
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
lips of Cupid in relief
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
you are my south, north, west and east
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
without you I am incomplete
one glance and my heart skipped a beat
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
Bernice she is my Caprice
a wolf, she turned into a sheep!
Bernice
of my heart you are the thief
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
lips of Cupid in relief
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
you are my south, north, west and east
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
without you I am incomplete
one glance and my heart skipped a beat
Bernice Bernice Bernice
Bernice
Bernice she is my Caprice
a wolf, she turned into a sheep!
#admiration
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 10:26pm
22nd Mar 2025 10:26pm
Munch
Edvard Munch did paint The Scream
He thought that this life was a dream.
Awakend to this way of thinking
Scared him so he started drinking.
As he thought this life was dreaming
A fearful man awake and screaming
On new canvas did arise
With twisted head and empty eyes.
Edvard knew he was not mad
He sensed the dream that he just had
Was no dream,instead was real
He painted him so we could feel.
So we could feel and know what's true
That dreaming is a mental flue
Which moves us from a life of fears
He...
He thought that this life was a dream.
Awakend to this way of thinking
Scared him so he started drinking.
As he thought this life was dreaming
A fearful man awake and screaming
On new canvas did arise
With twisted head and empty eyes.
Edvard knew he was not mad
He sensed the dream that he just had
Was no dream,instead was real
He painted him so we could feel.
So we could feel and know what's true
That dreaming is a mental flue
Which moves us from a life of fears
He...
#TruthOfLife
63 reads
5 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 1:47pm
22nd Mar 2025 1:47pm
The Great Escape Chapter 20, Part 2 of 6
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
34 reads
3 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 5:21pm
14th Mar 2025 5:21pm
The Great Escape Chapter 20, Part 1 of 6
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
40 reads
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Nvmb
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 7:36pm
12th Mar 2025 7:36pm
The First Fragments...
I. The First Prayer
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
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Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 5:22am
9th Mar 2025 5:22am
A First Encounter.....
The town sleeps, wrapped in the hush of streetlights, the distant hum of power lines, the sigh of trees shifting in the breeze. He moves through it like a ghost, barefoot on the pavement, the night cool against his skin. This is the only time he feels real.
He walks without a destination, tracing invisible paths, listening to the whisper of his own breath. The world is his, for these few hours. No voices sneering his name. No hands grabbing, pushing, tearing. Just the sky, endless and waiting.
The stars blink, cold and patient. The moon watches, unmoved. And yet—tonight,...
He walks without a destination, tracing invisible paths, listening to the whisper of his own breath. The world is his, for these few hours. No voices sneering his name. No hands grabbing, pushing, tearing. Just the sky, endless and waiting.
The stars blink, cold and patient. The moon watches, unmoved. And yet—tonight,...
#fate
#FeelingLost
#night
#nightmares
#winter
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Pishashee
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 7:47pm
8th Mar 2025 7:47pm
Born of the Paper
The Whispering Blossoms:
Ready for
Aesop's Approval(imagined)
I took a path that was staggered,
It was one of those paths
that no one knows
quite where it goes,
or just how long it mattered.
It smelled of jam
down in the brambles.
In an ancient hollow,
in a clearing,
there stood a mulberry tree.
It had a spicy story
to tell me.
It riddled & rattled
& as I listened
to its barking echo,
I ambled.
"In a...
Ready for
Aesop's Approval(imagined)
I took a path that was staggered,
It was one of those paths
that no one knows
quite where it goes,
or just how long it mattered.
It smelled of jam
down in the brambles.
In an ancient hollow,
in a clearing,
there stood a mulberry tree.
It had a spicy story
to tell me.
It riddled & rattled
& as I listened
to its barking echo,
I ambled.
"In a...
#forest
#trees
#WritingPoetry
115 reads
2 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:16am
7th Mar 2025 1:16am
The Wild Rose
I'm the Gardner
He's the Wild Rose
It wasn't a whirlwind romance, more like a glacial thaw in a neglected garden, a place where the promise of vibrant blooms lay buried beneath a thick layer of frost and tangled vines.
Year one: I viewed him as a particularly stubborn weed, a thistle masquerading as something potentially useful.
I spent most of my time meticulously weeding around him, convinced he was a detriment to my carefully planned landscape. And, let's be honest, I got pricked. More than once. A sharp word here, a dismissive glance there –...
He's the Wild Rose
It wasn't a whirlwind romance, more like a glacial thaw in a neglected garden, a place where the promise of vibrant blooms lay buried beneath a thick layer of frost and tangled vines.
Year one: I viewed him as a particularly stubborn weed, a thistle masquerading as something potentially useful.
I spent most of my time meticulously weeding around him, convinced he was a detriment to my carefully planned landscape. And, let's be honest, I got pricked. More than once. A sharp word here, a dismissive glance there –...
#forgiveness
#kindness
#love #rose
#love #rose
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 6:40am
5th Mar 2025 6:40am
Today in Congress
According to Donald Trump he was saved by God to make America great again.
I happen to think that God is just a lousy shot with a rifle.He should stick to lightning bolts next time.
Then again, maybe God decided after he pulled the trigger, that he didn't need a martyr afterall.
I happen to think that God is just a lousy shot with a rifle.He should stick to lightning bolts next time.
Then again, maybe God decided after he pulled the trigger, that he didn't need a martyr afterall.
#politics
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Pishashee
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 10:58pm
2nd Mar 2025 10:58pm
Evergreen Meadow: D-Block Chronicles. Chapters 3 & 4
Chapter 3:
Whispers of Change
The Spring Bloom Festival had passed, leaving Evergreen Meadow revitalized. Yet, a sense of unease lingered.
The D-Block elements, despite their contributions, were still haunted by something deep within.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the meadow, Zinc approached Ironside.
Zinc is a D-Block element, just like the others, and so shares a common background with the rest. Zinc is known for his protective qualities, often used in galvanizing to prevent corrosion; a...
Whispers of Change
The Spring Bloom Festival had passed, leaving Evergreen Meadow revitalized. Yet, a sense of unease lingered.
The D-Block elements, despite their contributions, were still haunted by something deep within.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the meadow, Zinc approached Ironside.
Zinc is a D-Block element, just like the others, and so shares a common background with the rest. Zinc is known for his protective qualities, often used in galvanizing to prevent corrosion; a...
#fiction
#science
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