Least Read Story Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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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
15 reads
4 Comments
midevil
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 2:02pm
13th Oct 2019 2:02pm
Long Past Bedtime
Tempt not the dream whose life was spurned from dancing in your mind.
This stolen chance may have it’s due to this neglect in kind.
A fertile field is innocence where sin may plant a crop.
Imagination knows no bounds so long as wishes never stop.
When I was young I dared not sleep awake I staid through out the night.
A fatigued will lead me on till the dawn of morning’s early light.
What should have been like any day took on a different feel.
For lurking just beyond my focus hid a world that was surreal.
My senses felt the mortal shell that holds my...
This stolen chance may have it’s due to this neglect in kind.
A fertile field is innocence where sin may plant a crop.
Imagination knows no bounds so long as wishes never stop.
When I was young I dared not sleep awake I staid through out the night.
A fatigued will lead me on till the dawn of morning’s early light.
What should have been like any day took on a different feel.
For lurking just beyond my focus hid a world that was surreal.
My senses felt the mortal shell that holds my...
#nightmares
16 reads
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 4:45pm
18th Oct 2019 4:45pm
Summoning the Spirit of Rin-Tin-Tin
Listening,
so intendedly to my tin
tin
it
us, it
'almost sounds of as being a symphonic
orchestra.
Might that be Pendereki, or maybe a Xenakis
s c o r e
(of some sort)
There's been no music in this room since you
...
so intendedly to my tin
tin
it
us, it
'almost sounds of as being a symphonic
orchestra.
Might that be Pendereki, or maybe a Xenakis
s c o r e
(of some sort)
There's been no music in this room since you
...
#grief
#silence
#music
17 reads
2 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
20 reads
6 Comments
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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1 Comment
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
23 reads
1 Comment
ashw
Poem Published
5th Oct 2019 4:49am
5th Oct 2019 4:49am
Eternity
I've been alone for countless years,
A speck of dust my only friend,
Deep inside - no hopes nor fears,
Just myself these many years.
I have no past to reminisce,
Therein no future to predict,
There's no one lost for me to miss,
No one with whom to reminisce.
There is no way to pass the time,
As I lie in wait of endless night,
There is no love, or hate, or crime,
The more I think, even no time.
Eternity chose to envelop me,
And forever is all there is to see,
An inescapable void - no calm nor breeze, ...
A speck of dust my only friend,
Deep inside - no hopes nor fears,
Just myself these many years.
I have no past to reminisce,
Therein no future to predict,
There's no one lost for me to miss,
No one with whom to reminisce.
There is no way to pass the time,
As I lie in wait of endless night,
There is no love, or hate, or crime,
The more I think, even no time.
Eternity chose to envelop me,
And forever is all there is to see,
An inescapable void - no calm nor breeze, ...
#loneliness
24 reads
1 Comment
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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midevil
Poem Published
8th Oct 2019 9:15pm
8th Oct 2019 9:15pm
Rings Of Time
A young sapling asked of a near by tree,
“What was it the first seedlings saw?”
“Before they were the forest rulers,
Before they grew so mighty and tall.”
The young tree was aware that the oaken giant
Lived not in that time long ago.
His rings of age gave no hint or clue,
This only the stones could know.
More fable than truth the story was told,
Carried on the winds whispering breeze.
Told and retold while coloring the facts,
Reciting the tale from tree to tree.
“In those young years, the new world was,
As pure as a child’s...
“What was it the first seedlings saw?”
“Before they were the forest rulers,
Before they grew so mighty and tall.”
The young tree was aware that the oaken giant
Lived not in that time long ago.
His rings of age gave no hint or clue,
This only the stones could know.
More fable than truth the story was told,
Carried on the winds whispering breeze.
Told and retold while coloring the facts,
Reciting the tale from tree to tree.
“In those young years, the new world was,
As pure as a child’s...
#trees
#nature
#fairies
25 reads
1 Comment
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
12th Aug 2019 3:38pm
12th Aug 2019 3:38pm
James Landis story chapter 39
#LifeGoals
#passion
26 reads
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
14th Feb 2019 00:13am
14th Feb 2019 00:13am
the beat of the flats
the veil of the clock drops
along rungs of the shying sun
the day’s final crackling
swings an off switch
propel a toe to heel back to front
onto a still pulsation of pagan rope
fire fingers wildness, water palms stacco
earth hairs happenstance, air limbs bright
upon an unbearable openness
as stars dip scooping land
love to our own devices
that drive neon masks breathless stomp vibratoless
I am the Gnome when digging the Foxes
I be the Tinkerbell guide to...
along rungs of the shying sun
the day’s final crackling
swings an off switch
propel a toe to heel back to front
onto a still pulsation of pagan rope
fire fingers wildness, water palms stacco
earth hairs happenstance, air limbs bright
upon an unbearable openness
as stars dip scooping land
love to our own devices
that drive neon masks breathless stomp vibratoless
I am the Gnome when digging the Foxes
I be the Tinkerbell guide to...
#PopCulture
#pagan
#magic #dance
#magic #dance
27 reads
18 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
7th Aug 2019 9:08pm
7th Aug 2019 9:08pm
James Landis Story Chapter 28
#LifeGoals
#passion
27 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
