Least Read Story Poems
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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Crystalline Phoenix
The Crystalline Phoenix
now takes flight
wind rages from its
wings, a frosty blight
giant beast spreads
it’s frozen pleasures
snow falls to the earth
like frigid feathers
Drifts form in bright
rolling burial mounds
ghosts of autumn
shriek their icy sounds
swoop through the
air in curious arcs
blinded by the breath
of brilliant sparks
Somber silence of
the now frozen dead
as the snow angels
lie in their frigid bed
how arctic soldiers
march to nature’s beat ...
now takes flight
wind rages from its
wings, a frosty blight
giant beast spreads
it’s frozen pleasures
snow falls to the earth
like frigid feathers
Drifts form in bright
rolling burial mounds
ghosts of autumn
shriek their icy sounds
swoop through the
air in curious arcs
blinded by the breath
of brilliant sparks
Somber silence of
the now frozen dead
as the snow angels
lie in their frigid bed
how arctic soldiers
march to nature’s beat ...
#fairies
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k- Support Your Local Knight
Who does a god confess to?
Who gives a god absolution?
Penance
Who judges the judge?
Who counsels the almighty?
What laws govern a god's actions?
How does one hold a god accountable?
How does one police a god?
How does one stop a god from hurting instead of helping?
What if a god is fallen?
How does one kill a god?
How does one save a god?
How does one know when a god needs saving?
How does a god know he needs help?
When a god fails ...
Who gives a god absolution?
Penance
Who judges the judge?
Who counsels the almighty?
What laws govern a god's actions?
How does one hold a god accountable?
How does one police a god?
How does one stop a god from hurting instead of helping?
What if a god is fallen?
How does one kill a god?
How does one save a god?
How does one know when a god needs saving?
How does a god know he needs help?
When a god fails ...
#love
#conflict
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Cailleach Bhéara
winter goddess
mother of mountains
who will ever break
your wintry reign?
power gained from
magic earth fountains
growing powerful
with autumn’s wane
she is the winter
storm descending
icy spinster of the
northern skies
against her fury
no defending
commanding the
howling wind that cries
deadly frost chilling
down to the bone
bleeding away all
warmth from your soul
can make even the
strongest man groan
causing war and a
mounting death toll
...
mother of mountains
who will ever break
your wintry reign?
power gained from
magic earth fountains
growing powerful
with autumn’s wane
she is the winter
storm descending
icy spinster of the
northern skies
against her fury
no defending
commanding the
howling wind that cries
deadly frost chilling
down to the bone
bleeding away all
warmth from your soul
can make even the
strongest man groan
causing war and a
mounting death toll
...
#monsters
#fairies
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Insipid

#alcohol
#funny
#misunderstood #despair
#misunderstood #despair
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Turmoil
It started with waters churning and roiling
The cold dawn approaches with dread
Lost souls are working and toiling
Abhor the thought of joining the dead
The cold dawn approaches with dread
Angry and dreadful are the waters
Abhor the thought of joining the dead
They won’t sacrifice Sons and daughters
Angry and dreadful are the waters
Lost souls are working and toiling
They won’t sacrifice Sons and daughters
It started with waters churning and roiling
The cold dawn approaches with dread
Lost souls are working and toiling
Abhor the thought of joining the dead
The cold dawn approaches with dread
Angry and dreadful are the waters
Abhor the thought of joining the dead
They won’t sacrifice Sons and daughters
Angry and dreadful are the waters
Lost souls are working and toiling
They won’t sacrifice Sons and daughters
It started with waters churning and roiling
#courage
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Lil’ Goddess
Painted wings set
against a painted sky
feel the cool breeze
as they flutter so nigh
the slightest shiver,
sweet tremolo surge
gentle lash of the
fallen twilight’s scourge
evening’s kiss most
assuredly soft
like the silver rimmed
clouds which sit aloft
folds of the universe,
rich and lustrous
see the passage of
the moon’s robustness
stars are abundant
and conspicuous
in their lull,
playfully promiscuous
when into every
crevice light will creep
I’ll sink...
against a painted sky
feel the cool breeze
as they flutter so nigh
the slightest shiver,
sweet tremolo surge
gentle lash of the
fallen twilight’s scourge
evening’s kiss most
assuredly soft
like the silver rimmed
clouds which sit aloft
folds of the universe,
rich and lustrous
see the passage of
the moon’s robustness
stars are abundant
and conspicuous
in their lull,
playfully promiscuous
when into every
crevice light will creep
I’ll sink...
#fairies
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her.
I saw an old wheelchair, dusty
forgotten in the corner
of an even older thrift store.
Lost in imagination, I saw her
pull it next to my front window,
a giant, ego-shaped blot
in the view of my glorious sun.
She scratches her shitty sketches
of my wind chimes, turning
to ask almost wistfully, on a sigh.
Why, should she have an Etsy store?
All with legs held downward,
as if she’s a 1920’s starlet, having
dramatically lost the use of her legs.
forgotten in the corner
of an even older thrift store.
Lost in imagination, I saw her
pull it next to my front window,
a giant, ego-shaped blot
in the view of my glorious sun.
She scratches her shitty sketches
of my wind chimes, turning
to ask almost wistfully, on a sigh.
Why, should she have an Etsy store?
All with legs held downward,
as if she’s a 1920’s starlet, having
dramatically lost the use of her legs.
#anger
#family
#dreams
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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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Kissing Brambles
Along a lonely path there is a well--
A well which has been long forgotten
At the edge of the forest on a hill
Where the brambles grow
And the faeries of the court
Come from the meadows to cavort
Enchanting bairns from their beds
Dawning brides with crowns of Fiddleheads
It is here–
Where the ancient ones create feasts
With delectable berries and creams
It is here–
Where the ancient ones create streams
Of everlasting dreams
It is here–
Where the ancient ones transcend time
At the sound of a wistful chime ...
A well which has been long forgotten
At the edge of the forest on a hill
Where the brambles grow
And the faeries of the court
Come from the meadows to cavort
Enchanting bairns from their beds
Dawning brides with crowns of Fiddleheads
It is here–
Where the ancient ones create feasts
With delectable berries and creams
It is here–
Where the ancient ones create streams
Of everlasting dreams
It is here–
Where the ancient ones transcend time
At the sound of a wistful chime ...
#nature
#fairies
#magic
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The Gathering
Creator holding the world in her hands
children of the earth in the waking dream
living out their existence across the lands
time flowing always forward like a stream
I shall beautify their time, says the Creator
a mystical, magical plan she began to hatch
looking across the vastness of her theatre
gathering as many things as she could catch
The autumn leaves laying on the ground
bits of bright sunlight glinting off the water
so many colours of the flowers she found
the blackness from the hair of a daughter
The...
children of the earth in the waking dream
living out their existence across the lands
time flowing always forward like a stream
I shall beautify their time, says the Creator
a mystical, magical plan she began to hatch
looking across the vastness of her theatre
gathering as many things as she could catch
The autumn leaves laying on the ground
bits of bright sunlight glinting off the water
so many colours of the flowers she found
the blackness from the hair of a daughter
The...
#dreams
#inspirational
#fairies
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The Look In Your Eyes
Sadness kissed laughing eyes
sanity, wonderfully quixotic
juice trickles and dries
changes heads? Simply psychotic
Rock wouldn’t do Doris that way
so tell the world another lie
sure, the glove doesn’t fit OJ
World War III will soon stop by
Intricate Janus event horizon
welkin embraces creation
imperforated sacrosanct hymen
channels of glacial striation
Divergent naughts and crosses
chasm where decorum is tossed
voice caught within the fauces
substance calculates the cost
sanity, wonderfully quixotic
juice trickles and dries
changes heads? Simply psychotic
Rock wouldn’t do Doris that way
so tell the world another lie
sure, the glove doesn’t fit OJ
World War III will soon stop by
Intricate Janus event horizon
welkin embraces creation
imperforated sacrosanct hymen
channels of glacial striation
Divergent naughts and crosses
chasm where decorum is tossed
voice caught within the fauces
substance calculates the cost
#fiction
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Whatever...
Poor little bird with a broken wing,
walls crumbling, losing everything,
so tired of helping the human race,
you’d love to put them in their place
Even a fairy cannot be everywhere,
so, so busy, you’ve no time to spare,
looking after one disaster or another,
where the fuck is the fairy godmother?
No time for yourself, no coffee break,
how much of this shit can you take?
Grab your head, you want to scream,
maybe you’ll wake from a bad dream
Call the shop steward, your union rep,
filing a grievance is the next...
walls crumbling, losing everything,
so tired of helping the human race,
you’d love to put them in their place
Even a fairy cannot be everywhere,
so, so busy, you’ve no time to spare,
looking after one disaster or another,
where the fuck is the fairy godmother?
No time for yourself, no coffee break,
how much of this shit can you take?
Grab your head, you want to scream,
maybe you’ll wake from a bad dream
Call the shop steward, your union rep,
filing a grievance is the next...
#funny
#fairies
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DU Poetry : Least Read Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction