Least Read Story Poems
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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Jezkeebs
Poem Published
11th Jul 2020 2:49pm
11th Jul 2020 2:49pm
Pre-quantum
In the process of inflation at the early stage of the birth of it all there was no cosmic speed limit. The universe swelled at almost infinite rates. The forces and particles created then went their separate ways. What we see and know now are one group. What we can not see or measure are the other group that stayed travelling at all speeds faster than the speed of light. They have been racing around the universe and out of it ever since. They are the pre-quantum universe beyond all the walls, beyond the quarks and leptons. They hold this bubble universe together, and they have organised this...
#dreams
#science
#prose #scifi
#prose #scifi
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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
16 reads
4 Comments
Jezkeebs
Poem Published
9th Jul 2020 8:53pm
9th Jul 2020 8:53pm
Abraxis
Season of grey mould
In the comets tail for days
Abraxis overlords
Mastered the Zombie rage
Spires of glass thorns take hold
Wave and sing in wind
Ubiquitous ooze
Feed bloated plague animals many limbed
Downtrodden folk no longer bold
Fear the tall Abraxis
Cruel and powerful
Controlling four points of the axis
Forgotten earth of old
Tall cities of light
Collapsed and wiped out
Crumbled under red suns blight
This tale I learned and was told
Evil half Zombies, not death ...
In the comets tail for days
Abraxis overlords
Mastered the Zombie rage
Spires of glass thorns take hold
Wave and sing in wind
Ubiquitous ooze
Feed bloated plague animals many limbed
Downtrodden folk no longer bold
Fear the tall Abraxis
Cruel and powerful
Controlling four points of the axis
Forgotten earth of old
Tall cities of light
Collapsed and wiped out
Crumbled under red suns blight
This tale I learned and was told
Evil half Zombies, not death ...
#dreams
#fiction
#zombies
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A_Failed_Artist
Poem Published
11th Jul 2020 4:39pm
11th Jul 2020 4:39pm
Dante's Finest Part I: Kill All Vampires
The name's Gerald Harker, please call me GG.
I come from the wastelands of Dante, Missouri,
Where the hicks are enlightened with the power of Wicca and the satyr jocks are horny for nymphs.
Two bitch sisters and a brother named Scott, just like me he was a little bit off.
Before leaving to join the marines, he told me to do one thing:
Kill all vampires.
Kill all vampires, stick em up to hell.
Pull out their teeth and chop off their heads.
Do what you can and whatever you do, if you get bitten, there's no help for you.
When the gods...
I come from the wastelands of Dante, Missouri,
Where the hicks are enlightened with the power of Wicca and the satyr jocks are horny for nymphs.
Two bitch sisters and a brother named Scott, just like me he was a little bit off.
Before leaving to join the marines, he told me to do one thing:
Kill all vampires.
Kill all vampires, stick em up to hell.
Pull out their teeth and chop off their heads.
Do what you can and whatever you do, if you get bitten, there's no help for you.
When the gods...
#vampires
#ShortStory
#mythology #morality
#mythology #morality
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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
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Peanut
Poem Published
16th Jun 2020 10:29pm
16th Jun 2020 10:29pm
Isolated Fashion Week
Catwalk lit
staged in
vibrant
colour
Dressing room silenced
Make up, hair, wardrobe,
and shoes
Her stride floats through
the center spot-light
following her posture
through light fog
in deafening silence
Every seat in the house
exiled to extreme solitude
of darkness
Stop, pose
remembering the
pause
for applause
met in the echo
of nothing
just an extreme depth
of never-ending space
Leaves the stage with grace
The tabloids...
staged in
vibrant
colour
Dressing room silenced
Make up, hair, wardrobe,
and shoes
Her stride floats through
the center spot-light
following her posture
through light fog
in deafening silence
Every seat in the house
exiled to extreme solitude
of darkness
Stop, pose
remembering the
pause
for applause
met in the echo
of nothing
just an extreme depth
of never-ending space
Leaves the stage with grace
The tabloids...
#loneliness
#silence
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
19th Jun 2020 7:12pm
19th Jun 2020 7:12pm
The Fountain And The Border
Dedicated to Muslim women
By the fountain east of the Turkish border,
My Muslim lover waits for me
I shall be at her side before nightfall
And I shall gently brush her face
Something goes wrong with our rendezvous
The rebels abduct me unexpectedly
Somehow they think I am an informer
Here in this dark and damp cave I pray
I recall the nights I spent with my darling
We had good times at the fountain
How I miss the moonlight and my guitar
The rebels are holding me in...
By the fountain east of the Turkish border,
My Muslim lover waits for me
I shall be at her side before nightfall
And I shall gently brush her face
Something goes wrong with our rendezvous
The rebels abduct me unexpectedly
Somehow they think I am an informer
Here in this dark and damp cave I pray
I recall the nights I spent with my darling
We had good times at the fountain
How I miss the moonlight and my guitar
The rebels are holding me in...
#love
#hope
#water
#snow
#guitars
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XiaoLong
Poem Published
6th Jul 2020 10:21pm
6th Jul 2020 10:21pm
Imperial Bengal Tiger
Rows in a forest of birch wood
creating an interesting mood
what I’m seeing is truly a wonder
a beauty beyond the blue yonder
morning sun keeps shining through
a charming dawn, the sky so blue
yet I travel to a world I never knew seeking a slender beauty and that’s just true
just for a short little glimpse
the long miles I’m willing to trek
braving past the trees with limps
then comes the shores of shipwreck
pause just to pleasantly ponder
when there’s rain and thunder
this nature, a beast to surrender ...
creating an interesting mood
what I’m seeing is truly a wonder
a beauty beyond the blue yonder
morning sun keeps shining through
a charming dawn, the sky so blue
yet I travel to a world I never knew seeking a slender beauty and that’s just true
just for a short little glimpse
the long miles I’m willing to trek
braving past the trees with limps
then comes the shores of shipwreck
pause just to pleasantly ponder
when there’s rain and thunder
this nature, a beast to surrender ...
#animals
#nature
#mystery #magic
#mystery #magic
26 reads
5 Comments
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
missjem56
Poem Published
1st Jun 2020 9:58pm
1st Jun 2020 9:58pm
Pipe Dreams
Passing clouds of fantasy, rise from the briar bowl
Scamper along the ceiling, then disperse
Like a Hamadryad, on a dying tree
The soft cumulus without, returns to weep
Solitary droplets, splatter on the rooftops
As a rainbow arcs over the distant horizon
The sky soon clears
The cool autumn sun, shrinks with the cold
Soon, the creatures of the night
Sing a gentle serenade
As the trees stretch and yawn
In anticipation of the coming winter cold
The sun has now set
Birdsong is silenced by the hooting of an owl
As a variety of...
Scamper along the ceiling, then disperse
Like a Hamadryad, on a dying tree
The soft cumulus without, returns to weep
Solitary droplets, splatter on the rooftops
As a rainbow arcs over the distant horizon
The sky soon clears
The cool autumn sun, shrinks with the cold
Soon, the creatures of the night
Sing a gentle serenade
As the trees stretch and yawn
In anticipation of the coming winter cold
The sun has now set
Birdsong is silenced by the hooting of an owl
As a variety of...
#dreams
#nature
#fairies
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fiveamtuesday
Poem Published
8th Jul 2020 11:56pm
8th Jul 2020 11:56pm
A Pirate's Life
#love
#funny
28 reads
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 3:42pm
10th Jul 2020 3:42pm
Mike the Owl
Who’s that on the mic?
Ooh! It’s Mike the Owl!
And if you ask what’s he like –
I’d say with a growl that fowl is foul!
He doesn’t speak much but on the microphone his beak can spit a sick beat,
Many times he has shown his rhythm and rhymes are a hoot and an absolute treat,
I’m talon you he’s like a beast released in the wild the way he feasts on emcees who’ve tried,
Because with one fell swoop he’ll whoop some ass then you too will be left wide eyed.
Mike the owl will look at you with a scowl and straight up ask if you want to...
Ooh! It’s Mike the Owl!
And if you ask what’s he like –
I’d say with a growl that fowl is foul!
He doesn’t speak much but on the microphone his beak can spit a sick beat,
Many times he has shown his rhythm and rhymes are a hoot and an absolute treat,
I’m talon you he’s like a beast released in the wild the way he feasts on emcees who’ve tried,
Because with one fell swoop he’ll whoop some ass then you too will be left wide eyed.
Mike the owl will look at you with a scowl and straight up ask if you want to...
#nature
#rhyming
#funny
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DU Poetry : Least Read Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
