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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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Kingvirky
Poem Published
13th Feb 2020 6:28am
13th Feb 2020 6:28am
Tepid Dreams
Is it the dust?
Is it the cold?
Is it the scorching sun?
Did the elements hold a combined session
To rob me of my soul?
I once knew a man who dreamt of touching the sun
And having a feast with celestial biengs.
Youthful,
Fiery,
Bright.
Now when I close my eyes
All I see are bills,
Unpaid taxes,
Unresolved crisis...
Where is the cradle of zeal,
That I may drink.
All I have are tepid thoughts.
Can I dare to dream again?
Is it the cold?
Is it the scorching sun?
Did the elements hold a combined session
To rob me of my soul?
I once knew a man who dreamt of touching the sun
And having a feast with celestial biengs.
Youthful,
Fiery,
Bright.
Now when I close my eyes
All I see are bills,
Unpaid taxes,
Unresolved crisis...
Where is the cradle of zeal,
That I may drink.
All I have are tepid thoughts.
Can I dare to dream again?
#hope
#frustration
#disappointment
#emptiness
#boredom
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firstyearoflove
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 2:20am
18th Feb 2020 2:20am
Sword and the Heart
How does the sword feel against the wounded heart?” (I asked as my heart beat out a rhyme against my chest)
he looked at me–the ache in his navy iris clear–and rested his fist against his empty soul
“Do not ask how it feels unless you want to experience the cold of the medal against your tight skin.”
(I stared at him, mouth open, for what other words could I possibly let slip past my bloodied tongue?)
“The scarlet ichor and the ruby eyes of the devil is what you see when that blade is against you.”
(This time I gasped but nothing else...
he looked at me–the ache in his navy iris clear–and rested his fist against his empty soul
“Do not ask how it feels unless you want to experience the cold of the medal against your tight skin.”
(I stared at him, mouth open, for what other words could I possibly let slip past my bloodied tongue?)
“The scarlet ichor and the ruby eyes of the devil is what you see when that blade is against you.”
(This time I gasped but nothing else...
#fate
#mythology
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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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miseryomy
Poem Published
15th Feb 2020 1:42am
15th Feb 2020 1:42am
Shades of Black (In reverse)
STOP!* It is highly encouraged if you have not
read “Shades of Black” To do so before reading
this poem.
Shades of Black (In reverse)
She was healed of this kind of pain.
The more she tried the more she gained.
Always three steps forward and two steps back.
Losing enlightenment in twelve shades of black.
(Shade of black 12)
I grabbed that shade and I tried to shake it awake.
I was saving her life that day, make no mistake.
This shade ripped from her heart and set a blaze.
Never again in her life will this shade see...
read “Shades of Black” To do so before reading
this poem.
Shades of Black (In reverse)
She was healed of this kind of pain.
The more she tried the more she gained.
Always three steps forward and two steps back.
Losing enlightenment in twelve shades of black.
(Shade of black 12)
I grabbed that shade and I tried to shake it awake.
I was saving her life that day, make no mistake.
This shade ripped from her heart and set a blaze.
Never again in her life will this shade see...
#happiness
#love
#strength
#hope
#TimeHeals
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PenneyWyze
Poem Published
18th Feb 2020 11:15pm
18th Feb 2020 11:15pm
A Tale of Two Souls
Once (or twice) upon a time ago
there lived a sad, and lonely soul.
Far much worse than being alone,
forgotten was the direction home.
It stood transfixed, full of fear.
A minute passed, or maybe a year.
Sadness overtook, such a feeling of woe.
A consumption that only seemed to grow.
Then, one day, the onset of mass confusion.
Had the soul been living a life of dillusion?
For, another chanced by, upon that road,
eyes wrapped in cloth, tapping a pole.
The first soul cried out, "How can this be?!
You...
there lived a sad, and lonely soul.
Far much worse than being alone,
forgotten was the direction home.
It stood transfixed, full of fear.
A minute passed, or maybe a year.
Sadness overtook, such a feeling of woe.
A consumption that only seemed to grow.
Then, one day, the onset of mass confusion.
Had the soul been living a life of dillusion?
For, another chanced by, upon that road,
eyes wrapped in cloth, tapping a pole.
The first soul cried out, "How can this be?!
You...
#strength
#hope
#courage
#friendship
#wisdom
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
14th Feb 2020 00:24am
14th Feb 2020 00:24am
The Love of a Hebrew Maiden
I took her to the rebels near the bank of the Euphrates River.
She was a fearless and heroic Hebrew maiden,
The daughter of a chieftain of the twelve tribes of Israel,
A slave in a strange land full of sorcery and idolatry,
The prettiest woman among the captives in Babylon.
A Jewess in ragged clothes conspired against the oppressors.
The fetters of the heathens could not break her.
Her name was Gavriella, which means “God is my strength.”
She had borne more pain than any woman has ever felt,
But her unflinching faith in Jehovah kept...
She was a fearless and heroic Hebrew maiden,
The daughter of a chieftain of the twelve tribes of Israel,
A slave in a strange land full of sorcery and idolatry,
The prettiest woman among the captives in Babylon.
A Jewess in ragged clothes conspired against the oppressors.
The fetters of the heathens could not break her.
Her name was Gavriella, which means “God is my strength.”
She had borne more pain than any woman has ever felt,
But her unflinching faith in Jehovah kept...
#love
#courage
#suffering
#heroic
#determination
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
9th Feb 2020 5:42pm
9th Feb 2020 5:42pm
Magnu Killing Ships
Break loose the locks let them fill
still we have time, mighty Magnu ships
slip from ancient chains, the opening
heard deep beneath the ocean crust
trusting the oracles, the planets connect.
“Subjects, strangers, weep for your dead
we travel to tread your shores once more”.
The vortex is running, planet pathways
sway on the brink of mobilisation,
nations prepare minimum defences,
as the first caged banshee senses
her sisters presence and cry’s.
Dry dock chains slowly groan free
vessel thunders down a spiral portal.
...
still we have time, mighty Magnu ships
slip from ancient chains, the opening
heard deep beneath the ocean crust
trusting the oracles, the planets connect.
“Subjects, strangers, weep for your dead
we travel to tread your shores once more”.
The vortex is running, planet pathways
sway on the brink of mobilisation,
nations prepare minimum defences,
as the first caged banshee senses
her sisters presence and cry’s.
Dry dock chains slowly groan free
vessel thunders down a spiral portal.
...
#dreams
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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
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meadowsweet
Poem Published
7th Feb 2020 2:58am
7th Feb 2020 2:58am
through the night
they are eating the flesh of sirens
in this world, all ghosts are women
i give birth to a caveful of bats
i can see the planet neptune clearly with my own two eyes
this is the language written in wisps of smoke
the sky is filled entirely with ghosts
i cannot burn this city without you
the blood is too pale for my body
i’ve forgotten what hunger feels like
what was the first name for this plague?
the terrible world where there is no madness
the unicorn has been pierced with...
in this world, all ghosts are women
i give birth to a caveful of bats
i can see the planet neptune clearly with my own two eyes
this is the language written in wisps of smoke
the sky is filled entirely with ghosts
i cannot burn this city without you
the blood is too pale for my body
i’ve forgotten what hunger feels like
what was the first name for this plague?
the terrible world where there is no madness
the unicorn has been pierced with...
#mythology
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EdibleWords
Poem Published
10th Feb 2020 00:12am
10th Feb 2020 00:12am
Cupid's Godmother-in-law to the Rescue
Stupid Cupid!
He's good for some things
Good breeding pairs
...namely
We have Wisdom
to thank
and all her
bestie-anglic naysayers
for keeping
silly Love on track
Poor thing, though
she often recommends
final action
When none will be had!
He's good for some things
Good breeding pairs
...namely
We have Wisdom
to thank
and all her
bestie-anglic naysayers
for keeping
silly Love on track
Poor thing, though
she often recommends
final action
When none will be had!
#love
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rosemary08
Poem Published
17th Feb 2020 7:43pm
17th Feb 2020 7:43pm
VISAGE
To pay with death.
To pay with your life.
The vision of a god,
Once sat upon thy throne.
Riddled with jewels,
Swelling with fumes.
Each day more, shall he bring upon his chores.
No more than a fool, written down on stained white stool.
How he dances with his queen.
Beauty and grace, all dressed up in lace.
His heart swelled with a pang of somber.
For he did not know, how he could do this much longer.
He spoke with a voice, dripping with gold.
As his queen spoke too, they crumbled in two.
...
To pay with your life.
The vision of a god,
Once sat upon thy throne.
Riddled with jewels,
Swelling with fumes.
Each day more, shall he bring upon his chores.
No more than a fool, written down on stained white stool.
How he dances with his queen.
Beauty and grace, all dressed up in lace.
His heart swelled with a pang of somber.
For he did not know, how he could do this much longer.
He spoke with a voice, dripping with gold.
As his queen spoke too, they crumbled in two.
...
#brother
#family
#identity #dreams
#identity #dreams
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Dre_k47
Poem Published
13th Feb 2020 7:30am
13th Feb 2020 7:30am
The Bug That Fell In Love With The Flower
I never expected it to rain that day because the sun was so bright and hot. Everything had a yellow glow according to the sunlight.
Fashionably hot I flew to a spot under a leaf; shapes like a mosquito swat. It suddenly started to rain and the memories came striking like lightning.
My shelter was complete. I stayed until the rain was done but by then it was night and I was stranded under a wet leaf.
The green sepals towered over me. Each motion tilts them to my fear of me falling off the leaf. It was dark and even after the rain, it was hellishly hot.
...
Fashionably hot I flew to a spot under a leaf; shapes like a mosquito swat. It suddenly started to rain and the memories came striking like lightning.
My shelter was complete. I stayed until the rain was done but by then it was night and I was stranded under a wet leaf.
The green sepals towered over me. Each motion tilts them to my fear of me falling off the leaf. It was dark and even after the rain, it was hellishly hot.
...
#forest
#trees
#flowers #nature
#flowers #nature
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DU Poetry : Least Read Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
