Least Read Story Poems
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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William Fox
William Fox
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 1:04am
2nd Mar 2021 1:04am
Mr. Green Eyes
When the fish is biting good
the Moon was shining bright
then
suddenly the night stood still
I could feel cold chills running
through my balls as II was
looking at two huge Green Eyes
flashing at me like a stoplight
I was in a tight spot
I almost went into a coma
but I managed to say HI
Mr. Green Eyes
how are you all tonight
the Moon was shining bright
then
suddenly the night stood still
I could feel cold chills running
through my balls as II was
looking at two huge Green Eyes
flashing at me like a stoplight
I was in a tight spot
I almost went into a coma
but I managed to say HI
Mr. Green Eyes
how are you all tonight
#monsters
#ghosts
#fairies #aliens
#fairies #aliens
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oskar
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 3:18pm
25th Feb 2021 3:18pm
the tasmanian tiger
The Tasmanian tiger
The last one died in captivity in 1936
and that was a sad moment for humanity,
added to the list of animals we have eliminated over the years.
The Tasmanian tiger was easy to kill. It didn´t know
how cruel we are.
There have been sightings of it by gullible people, but it is an illusion
based on regrets and unspoken longings.
I, also hope, it exists somewhere, but it is a dream,
yet I have seen the animal in clouds formation in the sky
forever condemning us for what we did.
The last one died in captivity in 1936
and that was a sad moment for humanity,
added to the list of animals we have eliminated over the years.
The Tasmanian tiger was easy to kill. It didn´t know
how cruel we are.
There have been sightings of it by gullible people, but it is an illusion
based on regrets and unspoken longings.
I, also hope, it exists somewhere, but it is a dream,
yet I have seen the animal in clouds formation in the sky
forever condemning us for what we did.
#dogs
#animals
#lion #nature
#lion #nature
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it_lord
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 6:33pm
26th Feb 2021 6:33pm
Untitled Story (Part III)
Xavier and Yves looked at each other confused.
“Should we trust him? What if he could suck us inside that box of his and keep us trapped?” Questioned Xavier.
“That is unlikely to happen. Don’t you think he would have already done that if he could?”
Replied Yves and confidently approached the box. To that, Xavier had no choice but to agree.
The box was nothing like they had seen before. It was screaming sophistication and very futuristic.
“Should we trust him? What if he could suck us inside that box of his and keep us trapped?” Questioned Xavier.
“That is unlikely to happen. Don’t you think he would have already done that if he could?”
Replied Yves and confidently approached the box. To that, Xavier had no choice but to agree.
The box was nothing like they had seen before. It was screaming sophistication and very futuristic.
#fiction
#narrative
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Fatma
Poem Published
1st Mar 2021 2:48pm
1st Mar 2021 2:48pm
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The sun came up as usual, that's all they were waiting for. It was enough if they were broken the world was solid and the solar system was fine. It sure hurt them a little that with all they have been through the world just kept moving and nothing changes. As if the world stopped moving it will do them some good or their pain now is valid for the whole world stopped and notice it, but still they were relieved that the world is still moving on because when they come back on their feet they will find a ground to walk on and the sun to walk under a night to rest and the morning to work in. They...
#emotions
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Baredsoul
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2021 7:53pm
2nd Mar 2021 7:53pm
Deep, Dark Woods
I once went walking in the deep, dark woods
I got so lost I thought for good
There were wild growls in the night
They gave me such a terrible fright
Until I realized it wasn’t an animal after all
It was me giving that wild, anguished call
The thought of that frightened me more
Than anything ever had before
I didn’t know I was in such pain
Perhaps I’d even gone a little insane
I ran and scrambled through the brush
The air evaporated-a silent hush
I ran further still and an owl called my name
And I knew there was no need for...
I got so lost I thought for good
There were wild growls in the night
They gave me such a terrible fright
Until I realized it wasn’t an animal after all
It was me giving that wild, anguished call
The thought of that frightened me more
Than anything ever had before
I didn’t know I was in such pain
Perhaps I’d even gone a little insane
I ran and scrambled through the brush
The air evaporated-a silent hush
I ran further still and an owl called my name
And I knew there was no need for...
#strength
#courage
#redemption
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 6:53am
28th Feb 2021 6:53am
the horses
THE HORSES
There was grassland with a river crossing, a natural barrier.
White horses on one side, and muscular brown horses on the other side.
If one looks well, there are foals of mixed race, they good genes and will
in time carve out their land, higher up, near the hills and water.
When farmers wanted a horse for ploughing, they lassoed a brown horse,
for lighter work, like driving the ladies to the church in a buggy, a white horse
was chosen mainly because they were malleable to handle.
Tragedy struck, developers bought the land, houses were built,...
There was grassland with a river crossing, a natural barrier.
White horses on one side, and muscular brown horses on the other side.
If one looks well, there are foals of mixed race, they good genes and will
in time carve out their land, higher up, near the hills and water.
When farmers wanted a horse for ploughing, they lassoed a brown horse,
for lighter work, like driving the ladies to the church in a buggy, a white horse
was chosen mainly because they were malleable to handle.
Tragedy struck, developers bought the land, houses were built,...
#home
#city
#earth
#beach
#Britain
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it_lord
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 8:46am
28th Feb 2021 8:46am
Untitled Story (Part IV)
Xavier and Yves stood close to the object and the old man started enunciating his command to them.
“I need you to carry me, I mean carry this monitor to a spot in the village and for that I will reward you with money. How about one hundred Francs for each and every step?” Asked the old man.
“You have got yourself a deal.”
As Yves held the monitor in his arms he felt the supportable hotness of it.
“I need you to carry me, I mean carry this monitor to a spot in the village and for that I will reward you with money. How about one hundred Francs for each and every step?” Asked the old man.
“You have got yourself a deal.”
As Yves held the monitor in his arms he felt the supportable hotness of it.
#fiction
#narrative
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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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takis1917
Poem Published
28th Feb 2021 2:42pm
28th Feb 2021 2:42pm
Duration
Summons time
Confronts it
-one might say, provokes it-
and, corners it
Has it where he wants it
Relentless counting ensues
His years, days, his moments
About the years
he already knows
embarks on the impossible
-as if they never existed-
nor any days can he find
He lost them all
like all the bets he ever made
One or two
or maybe three moments
he counted
drawing lines in the thin air
of this distant stare
of that ever absent stare
Confronts it
-one might say, provokes it-
and, corners it
Has it where he wants it
Relentless counting ensues
His years, days, his moments
About the years
he already knows
embarks on the impossible
-as if they never existed-
nor any days can he find
He lost them all
like all the bets he ever made
One or two
or maybe three moments
he counted
drawing lines in the thin air
of this distant stare
of that ever absent stare
#parody
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oskar
Poem Published
21st Feb 2021 7:42am
21st Feb 2021 7:42am
the dolphin.
The Dolphin
He sat on the terrace thinking of his four children
their mother was a dolphin who lived in a pool behind the houses.
She begged me to set her free, I did and saw her swim away
jumping of joy
Her children were obese full of blubber, and had small arms and feet.
When we went on my boat fishing, they, when catching fish
ate them raw.
When old enough, my children joined their mother had settled
near the Azores, where the sea was mild.
I was on a ship passing the island when they swam alongside and waved.
The transformation was...
He sat on the terrace thinking of his four children
their mother was a dolphin who lived in a pool behind the houses.
She begged me to set her free, I did and saw her swim away
jumping of joy
Her children were obese full of blubber, and had small arms and feet.
When we went on my boat fishing, they, when catching fish
ate them raw.
When old enough, my children joined their mother had settled
near the Azores, where the sea was mild.
I was on a ship passing the island when they swam alongside and waved.
The transformation was...
#horses
#animals
#birds
#fish
#bees
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it_lord
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 7:29pm
24th Feb 2021 7:29pm
Untitled Story (Part II)
As they continued walking, a box shaped object with a screen had become noticeable in front of them. It was as if somebody had intentionally put it there. As they came close to it and all of a sudden, the screen had come on and a face had appeared. It was of an old man, he had wrinkles and short white hair.
“Come close, don’t be afraid.” He said in an authoritative manner.
“Come close, don’t be afraid.” He said in an authoritative manner.
#fiction
#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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DU Poetry : Least Read Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
