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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
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AiR
Poem Published
12th Dec 2018 6:13am
12th Dec 2018 6:13am
Can You Find The Rascal Mind?
My mind is king; I thought it is everything!
It makes me blink; it makes me think
It gives me joy until I die
The only problem with my mind… Where it is, I cannot find!
It is my memory; it is my mind
It is my intellect - one of a kind
My greatest treasure is my mind
The only problem with my mind…
Where it is, I cannot find!
The body I can see; the body I can find
Likewise I am sure; I have a mind
It is not yours; I know it is mine
The only problem with my mind…
Where it is, I cannot find!
...
It makes me blink; it makes me think
It gives me joy until I die
The only problem with my mind… Where it is, I cannot find!
It is my memory; it is my mind
It is my intellect - one of a kind
My greatest treasure is my mind
The only problem with my mind…
Where it is, I cannot find!
The body I can see; the body I can find
Likewise I am sure; I have a mind
It is not yours; I know it is mine
The only problem with my mind…
Where it is, I cannot find!
...
#earth
#universe
#moon
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Lowko
Poem Published
10th Dec 2018 8:44am
10th Dec 2018 8:44am
Glass of red
I sprinkle billy whizz in2 my glass of red / Rasta dreads down stairs, part her legs / pass the dregs punk I can't be assed for bed !
Get ya pudpud out til it's swollen and beat / now plz go home wit these frozen peas!
I don't play rugby in tha field n throw tha ball in tha park / I've got tha bucky that I wield by tha store after dark ! ...
Catch me in the court shootin' hoops wit tha troops/ tha chicken heads are cluckin' u can catch me in tha coupe .
I'm a gipsy hill hustlah , south west wrestler/ shaking down clowns and I get the best of ya ! From tha ends of Lambeth...
Get ya pudpud out til it's swollen and beat / now plz go home wit these frozen peas!
I don't play rugby in tha field n throw tha ball in tha park / I've got tha bucky that I wield by tha store after dark ! ...
Catch me in the court shootin' hoops wit tha troops/ tha chicken heads are cluckin' u can catch me in tha coupe .
I'm a gipsy hill hustlah , south west wrestler/ shaking down clowns and I get the best of ya ! From tha ends of Lambeth...
#technology
#music
#travel
#sports
#responsibility
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AiR
Poem Published
12th Dec 2018 6:15am
12th Dec 2018 6:15am
My Guru
Yes Dada! I realize I am nothing but I live in ignorance.
I need Thy grace.
I need God's Grace to be liberated from this ignorance.
Without you my Guru, what would I be?
Continue to lead me,
my dear Master to the one reality.
Continue to guide me.
Continue to bless me.
I need you. I can't do without you.
I Love you.
I am nothing.
I know! I realize.
And I realize I don't know what I know.
Only you can make me realize this by opening my 'real eyes',
My Guru, my Mentor, my God on Earth
I need Thy grace.
I need God's Grace to be liberated from this ignorance.
Without you my Guru, what would I be?
Continue to lead me,
my dear Master to the one reality.
Continue to guide me.
Continue to bless me.
I need you. I can't do without you.
I Love you.
I am nothing.
I know! I realize.
And I realize I don't know what I know.
Only you can make me realize this by opening my 'real eyes',
My Guru, my Mentor, my God on Earth
#love
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AstrayaR
Poem Published
14th Dec 2018 9:40pm
14th Dec 2018 9:40pm
WINGED KISS
WINGED KISS
S.JENSEN (C)2018
IN THE DARKNESS
BELOW TWINKLED
LIGHT LIKE FIREFLIES
SPREAD ACROSS THE
LAND DOWN THERE
WHITE LIGHT ALL
AROUND
HANDS REACHED OUT
HUGGING IN COMFORT
SAYING WE WILL
MEET AGAIN
YET YOU CAN'T STAY
NOW FOR HE SAID SO
YOU ARE ALWAYS MINE
AND I AM ALWAYS YOURS
NOW GO....
SHE CAME UP BEHIND
ME AS HE DISAPPEARED
I TURNED ONE LAST LOOK
AS FEATHERS FALLING WHITE
DOWN THROUGH THE FLOOR
AGONY IN MY GUT
AS I WATCHED
THEM BE STRIPPED
AND...
S.JENSEN (C)2018
IN THE DARKNESS
BELOW TWINKLED
LIGHT LIKE FIREFLIES
SPREAD ACROSS THE
LAND DOWN THERE
WHITE LIGHT ALL
AROUND
HANDS REACHED OUT
HUGGING IN COMFORT
SAYING WE WILL
MEET AGAIN
YET YOU CAN'T STAY
NOW FOR HE SAID SO
YOU ARE ALWAYS MINE
AND I AM ALWAYS YOURS
NOW GO....
SHE CAME UP BEHIND
ME AS HE DISAPPEARED
I TURNED ONE LAST LOOK
AS FEATHERS FALLING WHITE
DOWN THROUGH THE FLOOR
AGONY IN MY GUT
AS I WATCHED
THEM BE STRIPPED
AND...
#love
#dreams
#angels
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aabbchot
Poem Published
25th Nov 2018 5:42am
25th Nov 2018 5:42am
MIDNIGHT DOODLES
Name is Dennis,
never a menace,
talks and enquires,
politely retires,
likes French boys,
very desirable toys.
Name is Ron,
reputed to carry on,
like Catholic Sister,
will give you a blister,
responds to fun,
believes he's smarter than everyone.
Name is Lex,
quick to Hex,
likes to make people vexed,
doesn't need to break their necks,
instead verbally socially wrecks.
Name is Peter,
skilled at entreater,
likes to be neater,
conservative resistance beater,
perhaps a First...
never a menace,
talks and enquires,
politely retires,
likes French boys,
very desirable toys.
Name is Ron,
reputed to carry on,
like Catholic Sister,
will give you a blister,
responds to fun,
believes he's smarter than everyone.
Name is Lex,
quick to Hex,
likes to make people vexed,
doesn't need to break their necks,
instead verbally socially wrecks.
Name is Peter,
skilled at entreater,
likes to be neater,
conservative resistance beater,
perhaps a First...
#mythology
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Catman555
Poem Published
6th Dec 2018 9:12pm
6th Dec 2018 9:12pm
Fair Christina
Reaffirmed tenderness
Very flexible, erogenous
Portraits of the voluptuous
Lady
Briquette
I have breifly noticed
Duet
We have met
Oh the ballerina
Fair Christina
Sipping tequila
Smiling
Movie theaters?
Without me
She's with another man?
Maybe
Storm spouts
Cloudburst showers
Thunder shouts
Blackened sky
Bed sheets stained
With vital fluid
From wounded skin drained
Both dead
Very flexible, erogenous
Portraits of the voluptuous
Lady
Briquette
I have breifly noticed
Duet
We have met
Oh the ballerina
Fair Christina
Sipping tequila
Smiling
Movie theaters?
Without me
She's with another man?
Maybe
Storm spouts
Cloudburst showers
Thunder shouts
Blackened sky
Bed sheets stained
With vital fluid
From wounded skin drained
Both dead
#lust
#betrayal
#storm #narrative
#storm #narrative
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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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ThePalestRider
Poem Published
17th Nov 2018 7:21pm
17th Nov 2018 7:21pm
A Generation Short
The snow around me
I cannot go on
Lord please free me
I await you in the dawn
My friends dead around me
Tired I fall down and yawn
I await you to take me
Where my fallen troops have gone
I cannot go on
Lord please free me
I await you in the dawn
My friends dead around me
Tired I fall down and yawn
I await you to take me
Where my fallen troops have gone
#sadness
#soldiers
#war
#death
#narrative
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mingomingus
Poem Published
26th Nov 2018 3:36am
26th Nov 2018 3:36am
Pseudo Limericks
Mayor Marshmallow: what a harsh fellow;
At least that's the word from her-she.
Chock, let it be known,
As he grams on his throne,
Some cracker that Mayor Marshmallow.
Tarquin Tiberious took others serious,
A little too much I'm afraid;
When told to drop dead,
He smashed in his head,
That obsequious Tarquin Tiberious.
There was an agnostic
Whose methods were caustic,
Due to their lack of resolve;
The harder she thought, the further she got
From ag faith that would no stick at all.
Watch for the girl...
At least that's the word from her-she.
Chock, let it be known,
As he grams on his throne,
Some cracker that Mayor Marshmallow.
Tarquin Tiberious took others serious,
A little too much I'm afraid;
When told to drop dead,
He smashed in his head,
That obsequious Tarquin Tiberious.
There was an agnostic
Whose methods were caustic,
Due to their lack of resolve;
The harder she thought, the further she got
From ag faith that would no stick at all.
Watch for the girl...
#limerick
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memoo1490
Poem Published
12th Dec 2018 10:50am
12th Dec 2018 10:50am
the love in meaning
There are some boys who talk in games
After they get hard they say
One must remember about his love without blame
First say I remember my teacher when he was angry
You must work you must study
To make your country above in a way
To let the enemy run and far away
To make his day being good day
So I love him as he looks after my interest in the same
Way that make me have important and famous name
Another look at them I say the player is my love
He gets victory and triumph in a play
He trains good and hard
To do what he wants in...
After they get hard they say
One must remember about his love without blame
First say I remember my teacher when he was angry
You must work you must study
To make your country above in a way
To let the enemy run and far away
To make his day being good day
So I love him as he looks after my interest in the same
Way that make me have important and famous name
Another look at them I say the player is my love
He gets victory and triumph in a play
He trains good and hard
To do what he wants in...
#love
#kindness
#mother #LifeStruggles
#mother #LifeStruggles
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angiepsyho
Poem Published
19th Nov 2018 10:06am
19th Nov 2018 10:06am
Ray
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As the shadows of trees
Seranate my soul
A light shimmer of wind
Reminds me of a ray in the sun
And I hope you are there
With me arrested by youth
Trembling to the touch of the
Holy ghost
So we can fly together
Into infinite skies
And surround our dreams with
Natures rippling journey
A life that the demons
Know is so violent
They would die on approach
And the eternal life I bless you with
I'm with you to hold
Our torture will grip gravity
And pull earth together
So our souls...
As the shadows of trees
Seranate my soul
A light shimmer of wind
Reminds me of a ray in the sun
And I hope you are there
With me arrested by youth
Trembling to the touch of the
Holy ghost
So we can fly together
Into infinite skies
And surround our dreams with
Natures rippling journey
A life that the demons
Know is so violent
They would die on approach
And the eternal life I bless you with
I'm with you to hold
Our torture will grip gravity
And pull earth together
So our souls...
#love
#religion
#scary
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DU Poetry : Least Read Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
