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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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FeNyX
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2021 00:38am
23rd Jan 2021 00:38am
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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Wired6
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2021 6:47pm
23rd Nov 2021 6:47pm
The Light Whispers Of A Lifetime.
When looked at,
She speaks 2 she,
a she,she see's,
when she looks at she,daily.
She,contemplates the image of she,
looking at she,
only 2 see,
she was unable 2 bend light,
A light reflection bounces back at she,
only she could look at thoroughly,
and see a technology,used throughout
Ancient history,2 see she,2133,
was encrypted in the wand,held by she,in which,
she, used 2 transform she into she,
the she,that looked at she,the first,second,third time in a row.
Run away,she attempts,
2 run away,but she stops she. ...
She speaks 2 she,
a she,she see's,
when she looks at she,daily.
She,contemplates the image of she,
looking at she,
only 2 see,
she was unable 2 bend light,
A light reflection bounces back at she,
only she could look at thoroughly,
and see a technology,used throughout
Ancient history,2 see she,2133,
was encrypted in the wand,held by she,in which,
she, used 2 transform she into she,
the she,that looked at she,the first,second,third time in a row.
Run away,she attempts,
2 run away,but she stops she. ...
#evolution
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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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Joshsam
Poem Published
27th Nov 2021 4:19pm
27th Nov 2021 4:19pm
She seas.
Sea swells.
Like growing unease.
Pulled on riptide.
Fast-flowing over.
Capturing land
Saturating hearts.
She sees.
Across ravaged years
Stranded by ocean dreams.
Naive freedom yearning.
Horizon searching.
Always disappointed.
Textures blur.
As motions race.
She outlives desires.
Leaving just outlines.
Fragments scattered.
Lost to the depths.
Waves surge.
Announcing devastation.
Smashing sound thought.
Her mind narrows.
This time now escaping. ...
Like growing unease.
Pulled on riptide.
Fast-flowing over.
Capturing land
Saturating hearts.
She sees.
Across ravaged years
Stranded by ocean dreams.
Naive freedom yearning.
Horizon searching.
Always disappointed.
Textures blur.
As motions race.
She outlives desires.
Leaving just outlines.
Fragments scattered.
Lost to the depths.
Waves surge.
Announcing devastation.
Smashing sound thought.
Her mind narrows.
This time now escaping. ...
#dreams
#sea
#fate
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missjem56
Poem Published
12th Nov 2021 6:48pm
12th Nov 2021 6:48pm
Ventures Into Another Realm
It was raining cats
Under a mewling wind
So i entered a small wood
To seek shelter
I wandered of the main path
Venturing
Through the broad, and narrow trees
Eventually reaching
A small, but dark
Dangerous pool
I glanced inwards
It proffered no reflection
And no insects skated across
It's murky surface
Soon
It began to whirl
And from it's depths
Arose a curious bright, light
A glowing globe
hovered over the pool for a while
Then moved across
And was by my side
At the blink of an eye ...
Under a mewling wind
So i entered a small wood
To seek shelter
I wandered of the main path
Venturing
Through the broad, and narrow trees
Eventually reaching
A small, but dark
Dangerous pool
I glanced inwards
It proffered no reflection
And no insects skated across
It's murky surface
Soon
It began to whirl
And from it's depths
Arose a curious bright, light
A glowing globe
hovered over the pool for a while
Then moved across
And was by my side
At the blink of an eye ...
#beauty
#scary
#mythology
#magic
#surreal
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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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Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
20th Nov 2021 5:25pm
20th Nov 2021 5:25pm
Satan's Riddle
As I was out, about, one day
I met the strangest man;
We talked of things, of wax and kings
As he, his tale, began.
He said he was a carpenter
But looked so fine and grand,
Sporting walrus whiskers
And walking cane to hand.
He told me of his lifetime,
Five hundred years or more;
He said that I knew nothing,
Was wasted heretofore.
He said he'd speak a riddle
Before he'd by your leave,
I'd never glean the answer
Just so long as I may breathe.
'Tis round a dish as ever known
And white as...
I met the strangest man;
We talked of things, of wax and kings
As he, his tale, began.
He said he was a carpenter
But looked so fine and grand,
Sporting walrus whiskers
And walking cane to hand.
He told me of his lifetime,
Five hundred years or more;
He said that I knew nothing,
Was wasted heretofore.
He said he'd speak a riddle
Before he'd by your leave,
I'd never glean the answer
Just so long as I may breathe.
'Tis round a dish as ever known
And white as...
#strength
#inspirational
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missjem56
Poem Published
6th Nov 2021 7:05pm
6th Nov 2021 7:05pm
A Salt, And Flattery
A salt, and a pepper pots
Once had an affair
One got pregnant, up the duff
During this curious kind of love
A medical person
Of much reknown
"A condiment would of been a help
To prevent the birth, of a baby whelp
The pepper
Was charged with a salt
Both were to blame
As they hadn't played the condiment game
by Jemia
Once had an affair
One got pregnant, up the duff
During this curious kind of love
A medical person
Of much reknown
"A condiment would of been a help
To prevent the birth, of a baby whelp
The pepper
Was charged with a salt
Both were to blame
As they hadn't played the condiment game
by Jemia
#food
#funny
#surreal
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Cloudy_Day
Poem Published
8th Nov 2021 10:05pm
8th Nov 2021 10:05pm
Slipping into Slumber
Fairy, fairy in the night
Whisk me off to dream’s delight
Holding off the ghosts and ghouls
Wetting my pillow with sapping drools
Lift me up and send me there
Over the clouds and fluffy fair
As my body rests, my minds at play
Even at night, seizing the day
As the howling wind rattles my keep
You will find me only but sound asleep
The duvet weights down on my nestled chest
My body smiles, deep in rest
So very very hold me tight
As light breaks in to kiss the night
As dawn awakens...
Whisk me off to dream’s delight
Holding off the ghosts and ghouls
Wetting my pillow with sapping drools
Lift me up and send me there
Over the clouds and fluffy fair
As my body rests, my minds at play
Even at night, seizing the day
As the howling wind rattles my keep
You will find me only but sound asleep
The duvet weights down on my nestled chest
My body smiles, deep in rest
So very very hold me tight
As light breaks in to kiss the night
As dawn awakens...
#dreams
#rain
#rhyming
#sleep
#StreamOfConsciousness
24 reads
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
10th Nov 2021 2:05am
10th Nov 2021 2:05am
Wrong place, wrong time
It was very late night, or rather very early morning, as you wish, for the drunken slob did not carry a watch and his intent was only to relieve himself behind a bush at the far side of the Science Museum. He was about to do so as he saw a woman lying on her back near the wall and figured she might be in a worse state than he was. He swayed and partly stumbled over, got closer, and tried to shake her arm but he sensed that she would never wake up. He was tempted to take the little purse and just disappear into the night, thought better of it and walked to Museum Lane. He knew by...
#motivational
#inspirational
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senid
Poem Published
7th Nov 2021 2:30pm
7th Nov 2021 2:30pm
Why there are cicadas - a tinnitus story
Why there are cicadas - a tinnitus story
written November 1st, 2021
One day there was a small child
who woke up in the night
to the sound of cicadas.
Her grownup comes in to check on her.
The small child doesn't talk very much.
She looks at the grownup and rubs her ears.
Her grownup asks, "Does the noise bother you?"
The small child nods yes.
The small child's eyes ask...
Why is it there?
What does it mean?
Why does it never stop?
Her grownup smiles and tells her...
Those are cicadas dear one ...
written November 1st, 2021
One day there was a small child
who woke up in the night
to the sound of cicadas.
Her grownup comes in to check on her.
The small child doesn't talk very much.
She looks at the grownup and rubs her ears.
Her grownup asks, "Does the noise bother you?"
The small child nods yes.
The small child's eyes ask...
Why is it there?
What does it mean?
Why does it never stop?
Her grownup smiles and tells her...
Those are cicadas dear one ...
#insomnia
#sleep
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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
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DU Poetry : Least Read Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
