Least Read Story Poems
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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AndyJHale
Andy J Hale
Andy J Hale
Poem Published
20th Aug 2019 5:33pm
20th Aug 2019 5:33pm
P.O. Box 1142
Severe weather this season
for eleven forty-two
The prophets are united
and chained to the front
Your souls’ occupation
is on the rise
You can battle for Heaven or
you can battle for Hell
It’s the fall of the process
Awaken your soul
Seekers of truth
do you live in this world at all?
Blood stains the snow
on the mountain
Forward destination
Eleven forty-two
for eleven forty-two
The prophets are united
and chained to the front
Your souls’ occupation
is on the rise
You can battle for Heaven or
you can battle for Hell
It’s the fall of the process
Awaken your soul
Seekers of truth
do you live in this world at all?
Blood stains the snow
on the mountain
Forward destination
Eleven forty-two
#war
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midevil
Poem Published
22nd Aug 2019 00:49am
22nd Aug 2019 00:49am
What Do Fairies Dream?
The blur of earlier fades slowly away.
As I retire with my family at the end of the day.
A parent’s life is a challenge each day a small test.
Surprised I was not as I laid my young to rest.
“I know how silly and strange this may seem
But when asleep what is it that fairies dream?”
A question only an innocent child can ask.
To hide behind a lie is easy the truth was a true task.
Who could I speak with and where could I look?
Is it in an ancient fable hidden in a forgotten book?
Or was it told in tales said in days gone by?
A fool’s errand...
As I retire with my family at the end of the day.
A parent’s life is a challenge each day a small test.
Surprised I was not as I laid my young to rest.
“I know how silly and strange this may seem
But when asleep what is it that fairies dream?”
A question only an innocent child can ask.
To hide behind a lie is easy the truth was a true task.
Who could I speak with and where could I look?
Is it in an ancient fable hidden in a forgotten book?
Or was it told in tales said in days gone by?
A fool’s errand...
#fairies
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slipalong
Poem Published
21st Aug 2019 9:42pm
21st Aug 2019 9:42pm
The sewing circle
On a tuesday afternoon
The ladies meet in the public rooms
To gossip and chatter, sometimes have a complain
While the present Queen looked down from a dusty frame
Mable said to Dorris "how's your leg"
"You could hardly walk last time we met"
The healers quartz wand had eased the pain
"I'm fit as a flea, and right as rain"
She Produced a quilt, its patchwork face
Its quintissential look brought a gale gasps
A Royal hunting scene to bag a boar or quail
A arrow from the quiver ready to impale
"it qualified for the...
The ladies meet in the public rooms
To gossip and chatter, sometimes have a complain
While the present Queen looked down from a dusty frame
Mable said to Dorris "how's your leg"
"You could hardly walk last time we met"
The healers quartz wand had eased the pain
"I'm fit as a flea, and right as rain"
She Produced a quilt, its patchwork face
Its quintissential look brought a gale gasps
A Royal hunting scene to bag a boar or quail
A arrow from the quiver ready to impale
"it qualified for the...
#kindness
#learning
#revenge
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
12th Aug 2019 3:38pm
12th Aug 2019 3:38pm
James Landis story chapter 39
#LifeGoals
#passion
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oskar
Poem Published
16th Aug 2019 9:18am
16th Aug 2019 9:18am
the king
The king of seagulls sat by the window sill
It had only one leg the other lost in battles
Years ago, no it looks scruffy old age had
Taken its toll and shrieking seagulls above
Sensed its weakness and had no mercy
Towards the elderly, it was seen as in us
Society, as useless taking up space.
I opened a tin of sardines and fed its content
To the old gull, I opened another tine and
The early bird looked stronger.
It became a ritual the bird landed on the sill
Also, I fed it sardines in oil.
One day it wasn’t there it had disappeared ...
It had only one leg the other lost in battles
Years ago, no it looks scruffy old age had
Taken its toll and shrieking seagulls above
Sensed its weakness and had no mercy
Towards the elderly, it was seen as in us
Society, as useless taking up space.
I opened a tin of sardines and fed its content
To the old gull, I opened another tine and
The early bird looked stronger.
It became a ritual the bird landed on the sill
Also, I fed it sardines in oil.
One day it wasn’t there it had disappeared ...
#monsters
#ghosts
#fairies
#aliens
#unicorns
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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
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
12th Aug 2019 3:42pm
12th Aug 2019 3:42pm
James Landis story chapter 40
#LifeGoals
#passion
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
7th Aug 2019 9:08pm
7th Aug 2019 9:08pm
James Landis Story Chapter 28
#LifeGoals
#passion
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
19th Aug 2019 4:42pm
19th Aug 2019 4:42pm
James Landis Story Chapter 49
James Landis Story Chapter 49
"I'd like that." Her eyes came up to meet his.
James really did think she was so much prettier now that her make-up didn't make her look like a doll. Her hair shone in the light and his fingers were gently pushing it back from her forehead so he could see her face.
Victoria's eyes closed as she felt his hand touching her hair. She smiled at his gentleness and sighed when his lips touched hers. He began to pull back but she pushed forward to capture his lips with hers. She took his face between her hands and kissed him...
"I'd like that." Her eyes came up to meet his.
James really did think she was so much prettier now that her make-up didn't make her look like a doll. Her hair shone in the light and his fingers were gently pushing it back from her forehead so he could see her face.
Victoria's eyes closed as she felt his hand touching her hair. She smiled at his gentleness and sighed when his lips touched hers. He began to pull back but she pushed forward to capture his lips with hers. She took his face between her hands and kissed him...
#LifeGoals
#passion
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
7th Aug 2019 1:17am
7th Aug 2019 1:17am
Dance of Winds
Dance the winds of the night
against the shadows that decline
nature’s state of shining bliss
behind the breeze that remains
those meager echoes from the moon
are supplanted by the storm
the former master of a domain
befallen by the hurricane
the tempest building without regard
for lovers of the ball
a celebration that must proceed
even as the heavens quake
still the night has a charm
the choreograph will go on
in the ruins that may remain
the dance of winds until the end.
© 2019. Sean...
against the shadows that decline
nature’s state of shining bliss
behind the breeze that remains
those meager echoes from the moon
are supplanted by the storm
the former master of a domain
befallen by the hurricane
the tempest building without regard
for lovers of the ball
a celebration that must proceed
even as the heavens quake
still the night has a charm
the choreograph will go on
in the ruins that may remain
the dance of winds until the end.
© 2019. Sean...
#dance
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
12th Aug 2019 00:42am
12th Aug 2019 00:42am
James Landis story chapter 38
#LifeGoals
#passion
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oskar
Poem Published
20th Aug 2019 10:15am
20th Aug 2019 10:15am
sharks
The Shark
Sharks are smart
After wandering the oceans
Also, nearly eradicated in the cold water
Of the north.
Decided to seek revenge
By going ashore and with a shark’s cunning
Sought, financial centres where there was the power also.
They dabble in politics too and sit behind
The presidents' throne whispering sedition and flattery.
The sharks are successful they want to be
Rulers of the world and enslave us
Beware of sharks!
You can find them in the funny way they walk.
Sharks are smart
After wandering the oceans
Also, nearly eradicated in the cold water
Of the north.
Decided to seek revenge
By going ashore and with a shark’s cunning
Sought, financial centres where there was the power also.
They dabble in politics too and sit behind
The presidents' throne whispering sedition and flattery.
The sharks are successful they want to be
Rulers of the world and enslave us
Beware of sharks!
You can find them in the funny way they walk.
#money
#cars
#mirror
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DU Poetry : Least Read Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
