Least Read Story Poems
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
28th Oct 2020 7:08pm
28th Oct 2020 7:08pm
We Survived Their Attack Part 2
(Yesterday’s News). Page 3
I cower in her sands
Burying my head in her hands
I’m transported back home
Harkening to little footsteps roam
My wife is out with her friends
In search of her afterparty cleanse
The night is still young
I taste its intentions on my tongue
Time for my daughter’s dreams to ascend
Playing back my naughty thoughts as they suspend
I don on my maid
Purifying our quarters for a romantic cascade
The feng shui must compliment the mood
Candles and rose petals elevate my servitude
She...
I cower in her sands
Burying my head in her hands
I’m transported back home
Harkening to little footsteps roam
My wife is out with her friends
In search of her afterparty cleanse
The night is still young
I taste its intentions on my tongue
Time for my daughter’s dreams to ascend
Playing back my naughty thoughts as they suspend
I don on my maid
Purifying our quarters for a romantic cascade
The feng shui must compliment the mood
Candles and rose petals elevate my servitude
She...
#sadness
#grief
#strength
#loneliness
#hope
12 reads
3 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2021 00:38am
23rd Jan 2021 00:38am
k- Support Your Local Knight
Who does a god confess to?
Who gives a god absolution?
Penance
Who judges the judge?
Who counsels the almighty?
What laws govern a god's actions?
How does one hold a god accountable?
How does one police a god?
How does one stop a god from hurting instead of helping?
What if a god is fallen?
How does one kill a god?
How does one save a god?
How does one know when a god needs saving?
How does a god know he needs help?
When a god fails ...
Who gives a god absolution?
Penance
Who judges the judge?
Who counsels the almighty?
What laws govern a god's actions?
How does one hold a god accountable?
How does one police a god?
How does one stop a god from hurting instead of helping?
What if a god is fallen?
How does one kill a god?
How does one save a god?
How does one know when a god needs saving?
How does a god know he needs help?
When a god fails ...
#love
#conflict
13 reads
4 Comments
LilDragonFly
Poem Published
6th Jun 2022 6:36pm
6th Jun 2022 6:36pm
Deciduous
The jigsaw puzzle leaves
proves each tree believes
in this joyful game of life
the mystery of all things
An Impressionistic scene
of a watercolor so serene
the day is now painted
in its vibrant perfection
Still a mere blur to the eye
beneath a sapphire sky
these living days may pass
without a thought
Relentless hours ticking down
without making a sound
while calendars turn the page
the cycle reaches it repetition
Until each...
proves each tree believes
in this joyful game of life
the mystery of all things
An Impressionistic scene
of a watercolor so serene
the day is now painted
in its vibrant perfection
Still a mere blur to the eye
beneath a sapphire sky
these living days may pass
without a thought
Relentless hours ticking down
without making a sound
while calendars turn the page
the cycle reaches it repetition
Until each...
#anxiety
#trees
#fall
#nature
#TruthOfLife
13 reads
4 Comments
DaisyGrace
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 1:53am
12th Apr 2025 1:53am
Stepping into the Ring, Having Just Been Kicked out of the Boys’ Competition, PYTHAGORAS OF SAMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS!!!!!!!!
There once was a Lickety Split
who knew how to take a hard hit.
He’d wiggle and shake,
refused all the brakes,
and got out of there, fast with his wit.
“His wit,” you ask and you scratch,
“is no good in a fisticuffs match.”
But he made them all dizzy
when he whirled in a tizzy
while spewing mathematical facts.
The aggressors were no good at sums,
they should have been sucking their thumbs.
They thought he’d gone crazy,
but always got hazy,
and with a calculated punch, they succumbed.
who knew how to take a hard hit.
He’d wiggle and shake,
refused all the brakes,
and got out of there, fast with his wit.
“His wit,” you ask and you scratch,
“is no good in a fisticuffs match.”
But he made them all dizzy
when he whirled in a tizzy
while spewing mathematical facts.
The aggressors were no good at sums,
they should have been sucking their thumbs.
They thought he’d gone crazy,
but always got hazy,
and with a calculated punch, they succumbed.
#funny
14 reads
2 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 3:17pm
19th Mar 2021 3:17pm
The Lord of the Poems
He scrubs off the dust
Stock-piling on the shelves of his mind
His battles with writer’s block
Has disrupted and crippled him blind
He perfects his deserted wooden partner
Freeing her of idle hands imprisoned in webs
So many masterpieces were birthed on her mahogany
Stitched together with his will and the ink of his quill’s threads
He ignites his candle
Indenting its motives on her corner
He fishes his pond for his thoughts
Never quite understanding his bait is a foreigner
He opens the gates
That has been...
Stock-piling on the shelves of his mind
His battles with writer’s block
Has disrupted and crippled him blind
He perfects his deserted wooden partner
Freeing her of idle hands imprisoned in webs
So many masterpieces were birthed on her mahogany
Stitched together with his will and the ink of his quill’s threads
He ignites his candle
Indenting its motives on her corner
He fishes his pond for his thoughts
Never quite understanding his bait is a foreigner
He opens the gates
That has been...
#mythology
#nostalgia
#dystopian
#symbolism
#epic
15 reads
7 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2018 11:20pm
22nd Jun 2018 11:20pm
SLEEPAWAKEALOMA
i]/sleep-uh-wake-uh-low-mah/
verb - as in psychiatry:
-The subtle act of harming or taking one’s own life or the life of another - or other living beings - while in a deep state of unconsciousness – as one who sleepwalks. - [/i]
Awakening from slumber, I rise from the bed
One glance out the window, the moon glows red.
Digital time stopped ticking at six-six-six.
At a far-off distance, faucet runs drip-drip-drip.
A look at my hands, bathed in blood
Following footprint-trails of dirt and mud. ...
verb - as in psychiatry:
-The subtle act of harming or taking one’s own life or the life of another - or other living beings - while in a deep state of unconsciousness – as one who sleepwalks. - [/i]
Awakening from slumber, I rise from the bed
One glance out the window, the moon glows red.
Digital time stopped ticking at six-six-six.
At a far-off distance, faucet runs drip-drip-drip.
A look at my hands, bathed in blood
Following footprint-trails of dirt and mud. ...
#dark
#confusion
16 reads
4 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 7:46pm
15th Apr 2025 7:46pm
The Great Escape Chapter 21, Part 6 of 8
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
16 reads
2 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 8:34pm
16th Apr 2025 8:34pm
The Great Escape Chapter 21, Part 8 of 8
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
16 reads
0 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
30th Oct 2020 5:45pm
30th Oct 2020 5:45pm
We Survived Their Attack Part 3
(A perfect partner). Page 5
I sensed her beautiful qualities hiding among the flock
A fragile and bruised lotus whose petals wept in shock
Her face was painted in a painful expression
Her stems ached a sullen sadness deeply rooted in depression
A haloed Nimbus hovered above her gloom
As if it wanted to antagonize her doom
She tried her best to mask her suffering
But there was just something about her that was puzzling
Her puddled reflection sang of happiness in her rain
Could she be the one? I had to know her name
I forced...
I sensed her beautiful qualities hiding among the flock
A fragile and bruised lotus whose petals wept in shock
Her face was painted in a painful expression
Her stems ached a sullen sadness deeply rooted in depression
A haloed Nimbus hovered above her gloom
As if it wanted to antagonize her doom
She tried her best to mask her suffering
But there was just something about her that was puzzling
Her puddled reflection sang of happiness in her rain
Could she be the one? I had to know her name
I forced...
#hope
#courage
#redemption
#bittersweet
#fear
17 reads
6 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 4:28pm
16th Apr 2025 4:28pm
The Great Escape Chapter 21, Part 7 of 8
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
18 reads
2 Comments
anandosen
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 4:09pm
13th Apr 2025 4:09pm
RockBand
Once crowded now but earthen
Stood there “RockBand” in the middle of the fountain
Dark Knight artistes once waved their fans
An era undefeated to fail all bands.
No strange could happen worst than them
Nobody survived to claim their fame.
Stood there “RockBand” killed in the “Game”
Some jealous merchants spoiled their name.
The dance of the demons in the bloodbath fountain
Raped their organs in the middle of the rain.
(Coming Soon: “Game”)
Stood there “RockBand” in the middle of the fountain
Dark Knight artistes once waved their fans
An era undefeated to fail all bands.
No strange could happen worst than them
Nobody survived to claim their fame.
Stood there “RockBand” killed in the “Game”
Some jealous merchants spoiled their name.
The dance of the demons in the bloodbath fountain
Raped their organs in the middle of the rain.
(Coming Soon: “Game”)
#dark
#death
#evil
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
19 reads
0 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
27th Jun 2018 6:53am
27th Jun 2018 6:53am
Dance of the Dead
Peering out the old cottage window, facing the cemetery across the street
Bored with nothing to do, to go, and no one to meet.
The pale moon shines full and bright with no clouds to cover.
The night breeze gently blows-open the shutters;
it’s a perfect night for such a long summer.
Grandpa’s old clock strikes at midnight; without expecting anything spectacular
I take, in my hands, grandpa’s bird-watching binoculars. ...
Bored with nothing to do, to go, and no one to meet.
The pale moon shines full and bright with no clouds to cover.
The night breeze gently blows-open the shutters;
it’s a perfect night for such a long summer.
Grandpa’s old clock strikes at midnight; without expecting anything spectacular
I take, in my hands, grandpa’s bird-watching binoculars. ...
#ghosts
#nightmares
21 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
