Story Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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Silent_One
Poem Published
17th Oct 2019 5:05am
17th Oct 2019 5:05am
Where is old Joe
He sits on his tricycle
the joker with a missing tooth
clichés eating his insides
He smiles while gutting with sharp knife
His empathy is all a practiced disguise
lost within the blood soaked sheets
he buries his victims under concrete
mocking old ladies heaping praise
Sinister is his bloodthirsty heart
silent his crimes of erotic perversions
he rapes all thoughts of sanity
on his tricycle he sings his songs
Silent ones always lurk in shadows
childhoods robbed, left only with twisted tongue
the joker with a missing tooth
clichés eating his insides
He smiles while gutting with sharp knife
His empathy is all a practiced disguise
lost within the blood soaked sheets
he buries his victims under concrete
mocking old ladies heaping praise
Sinister is his bloodthirsty heart
silent his crimes of erotic perversions
he rapes all thoughts of sanity
on his tricycle he sings his songs
Silent ones always lurk in shadows
childhoods robbed, left only with twisted tongue
#rejection
#emptiness
#apathy
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Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 5:18pm
14th Oct 2019 5:18pm
In Days & Nights of Waning Gibbous Skies
( a seafarer’s lament )
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
The moon, a yellow pale slip of a girl,
That I would see o’er yonder on the rise
From water fresh, to salty ocean pearl.
It was in times of yore when in my youth
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
I’d yield the way with yardage as my truth,
For I felt neither foolishness nor wise.
There could not be another for these eyes,
To beckon me to purple northern lights.
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
Was...
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
The moon, a yellow pale slip of a girl,
That I would see o’er yonder on the rise
From water fresh, to salty ocean pearl.
It was in times of yore when in my youth
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
I’d yield the way with yardage as my truth,
For I felt neither foolishness nor wise.
There could not be another for these eyes,
To beckon me to purple northern lights.
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
Was...
#sea
#moon
#sky
#storm
#memories
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Kingvirky
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 7:50am
14th Oct 2019 7:50am
Caught In a Vortex
It's funny how zeal can be a trap,
and passion becomes a snare.
Be careful because...
Punctuality can lead to fatality.
I didn't need an alarm clock to wake me,
4 hours past midnight I was prepared...
Frantically making my way to the office gate.
No breakfast,
Document in hand.
Surely I Would be first in line.
To my horror I met a crowd,
Had they slept at the venue?
Quickly I joined in as we formed a siege
Behind the barricade.
Four gruelling hours later agitation blazed.
Tempers escalated as men...
and passion becomes a snare.
Be careful because...
Punctuality can lead to fatality.
I didn't need an alarm clock to wake me,
4 hours past midnight I was prepared...
Frantically making my way to the office gate.
No breakfast,
Document in hand.
Surely I Would be first in line.
To my horror I met a crowd,
Had they slept at the venue?
Quickly I joined in as we formed a siege
Behind the barricade.
Four gruelling hours later agitation blazed.
Tempers escalated as men...
#anger
#anxiety
#depression
#humankind
#confusion
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larrycosta
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 3:53am
13th Oct 2019 3:53am
The Lady In The Lake
The most haunted street in America is Clinton Road where ghost children play and not even wild animals will go. Down to the end, and around the bend you will find... Greenwood Lake!
And, if you listen carefully, you can hear the song of a woman lost and forgotten.
She lurks just below the surface of Greenwood lake deep in the mire where nothing lives and no sunlight can reach.
Always in limbo, always in wait...
Her transparent form floating seamlessly among the muck and mud with hair as wild as seaweed and as long as a brides veil. Her eyes - green as a fish...
And, if you listen carefully, you can hear the song of a woman lost and forgotten.
She lurks just below the surface of Greenwood lake deep in the mire where nothing lives and no sunlight can reach.
Always in limbo, always in wait...
Her transparent form floating seamlessly among the muck and mud with hair as wild as seaweed and as long as a brides veil. Her eyes - green as a fish...
#Halloween
#scary
#ghosts #mythology
#ghosts #mythology
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Darkpoetria
Poem Published
7th Oct 2019 3:07am
7th Oct 2019 3:07am
Where the sheep go to die
Cobwebs stretching from hanging metals dangling in the dinge of damp.
Dark is this room tainted of mildew and rot seen by the new owners eye.
Cold air welcomes itself crawling about skin in unbidden ramps,
plagued in generations of this shepherds town rumored as,
"the place where the sheep go to die"....
This, a haunted house once a chapel of despair, aged more than
a hundred in years, said to be rebuked and remembered in dark telling's from old.
Foreign smiles and local fears, whispers heard in warnings ears.
The time will arise from it's...
Dark is this room tainted of mildew and rot seen by the new owners eye.
Cold air welcomes itself crawling about skin in unbidden ramps,
plagued in generations of this shepherds town rumored as,
"the place where the sheep go to die"....
This, a haunted house once a chapel of despair, aged more than
a hundred in years, said to be rebuked and remembered in dark telling's from old.
Foreign smiles and local fears, whispers heard in warnings ears.
The time will arise from it's...
#lies
#betrayal
#death
#suicide
#curse
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Darkpoetria
Poem Published
5th Oct 2019 5:22am
5th Oct 2019 5:22am
Witchcraft in the flesh
#sex
#murder
#abuse
#Halloween
#witches
70 reads
4 Comments
princeluteia
Luteia
Luteia
Poem Published
4th Oct 2019 00:40am
4th Oct 2019 00:40am
how to be a fictional character.
step one.
exist. you are a blank state; and the love you feel will never be enough.
step two.
make poor choices. your sense of justice is surely misguided.
step three.
fall apart. your story is romanticized and your tears fall on desensitized ears.
step four.
die. was it even worth it, you'll never know.
step five.
return to the living. if it's your brain or your soul or something else, you'll breathe again.
step six.
be confused. your don't understand these misplaced memories...
exist. you are a blank state; and the love you feel will never be enough.
step two.
make poor choices. your sense of justice is surely misguided.
step three.
fall apart. your story is romanticized and your tears fall on desensitized ears.
step four.
die. was it even worth it, you'll never know.
step five.
return to the living. if it's your brain or your soul or something else, you'll breathe again.
step six.
be confused. your don't understand these misplaced memories...
#faith
#rebirth
#magic #MovingOn
#magic #MovingOn
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oskar
Poem Published
30th Sep 2019 12:04pm
30th Sep 2019 12:04pm
rumbling in the night
Rumblings in the night
I was trying to write the words on the screen turned
into spatter of blood, darkness descended
A woollen mass pressing me down, I screamed
Of fear and my brother came and laid beside me.
A young woman. who had been thrown out of her?
Uncle’s house came with a tray of bacon & eggs
I grabbed a piece of bacon, but the woman said
It was not for me but my brother because
He had been dead for many years and therefore
Must be hungry.
I went into a Chinese restaurant where the owner
Shouted “table for one” I...
I was trying to write the words on the screen turned
into spatter of blood, darkness descended
A woollen mass pressing me down, I screamed
Of fear and my brother came and laid beside me.
A young woman. who had been thrown out of her?
Uncle’s house came with a tray of bacon & eggs
I grabbed a piece of bacon, but the woman said
It was not for me but my brother because
He had been dead for many years and therefore
Must be hungry.
I went into a Chinese restaurant where the owner
Shouted “table for one” I...
#monsters
#ghosts
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RexDurkin
Poem Published
27th Sep 2019 10:55am
27th Sep 2019 10:55am
Animal Encounters
I was down at my local park
When I see this drunken aardvark
Laying on his back
As tanked as a yak
Rolling around in the bark
He goes “Oi! Do you wanna drink?!”
Raising his glass with a wink
I said “Whatta you got?”
He goes “Pure gut rot
everythin' in it but the kitchen sink!”
So I go “Yeah alright cool”
'Cos I like me some rocket fuel
But It sent me to a vortex
Fucked my frontal cortex
And that’s how I came to be such a fool
Last Tuesday 'round about noon ...
When I see this drunken aardvark
Laying on his back
As tanked as a yak
Rolling around in the bark
He goes “Oi! Do you wanna drink?!”
Raising his glass with a wink
I said “Whatta you got?”
He goes “Pure gut rot
everythin' in it but the kitchen sink!”
So I go “Yeah alright cool”
'Cos I like me some rocket fuel
But It sent me to a vortex
Fucked my frontal cortex
And that’s how I came to be such a fool
Last Tuesday 'round about noon ...
#animals
#limerick
#funny
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Darkpoetria
Poem Published
26th Sep 2019 00:16am
26th Sep 2019 00:16am
Mares of Night
I awoke in sweat and worry.
Sleep of unhinged intentions it was.
A milk jar partially filled,
ravens in flight above, within their glass cage;
as if soaring over white oceans.
As I tilted a pour of expected creatures,
instead... lazy crimson fell from its
mouth into quivering cups of palms.
This mare of night haunts
my ominous day and it's dreams.
Well bred, I dare not make known
my curiosity and it's deafening silence
on my mannered tongue.
"But what does it mean?"
"Where for does it...
Sleep of unhinged intentions it was.
A milk jar partially filled,
ravens in flight above, within their glass cage;
as if soaring over white oceans.
As I tilted a pour of expected creatures,
instead... lazy crimson fell from its
mouth into quivering cups of palms.
This mare of night haunts
my ominous day and it's dreams.
Well bred, I dare not make known
my curiosity and it's deafening silence
on my mannered tongue.
"But what does it mean?"
"Where for does it...
#anxiety
#scary
#confusion #emptiness
#confusion #emptiness
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Darkpoetria
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2019 3:38am
23rd Sep 2019 3:38am
Tree of the ancients
Beneath shriveled branches of a tree so dark
embraced as my fingers paw o'er awesome wonder
gray, burnt, peeling ripples of bark.
I feel your spirit as a familiarity
I can hear my mothers voice as she
speaks with unknown clarity and say's...
"Let your heart and magic guide your search.
Birds dare not perch in a tree of this searched out sort
they will rebuke its leafless hands, invisible evils
they sense, rejecting nests and shelters seeking fort."
I know of the...
embraced as my fingers paw o'er awesome wonder
gray, burnt, peeling ripples of bark.
I feel your spirit as a familiarity
I can hear my mothers voice as she
speaks with unknown clarity and say's...
"Let your heart and magic guide your search.
Birds dare not perch in a tree of this searched out sort
they will rebuke its leafless hands, invisible evils
they sense, rejecting nests and shelters seeking fort."
I know of the...
#love
#redemption
#dystopian #curse
#dystopian #curse
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2019 11:30pm
22nd Sep 2019 11:30pm
Real Talk
I do what I do and it's all for yall
Gave him two to the chest and the problem was solved
With no jersey on my back and no nikes on my feet
I don't run with no pack, because I know the streets
The few that I fuck with are real motherfuckers
They logically look at shit, fuck being someone's sucker
I mean these bitches can walk up into any fucking block
Hell give them two weeks and they'll have shit on lock
I'm not talking corner block, but take it that way if you must
Let's find out who's running shit and who do they trust
If the...
Gave him two to the chest and the problem was solved
With no jersey on my back and no nikes on my feet
I don't run with no pack, because I know the streets
The few that I fuck with are real motherfuckers
They logically look at shit, fuck being someone's sucker
I mean these bitches can walk up into any fucking block
Hell give them two weeks and they'll have shit on lock
I'm not talking corner block, but take it that way if you must
Let's find out who's running shit and who do they trust
If the...
#death
#drugs
#prison
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