Least Read Story Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
28th Oct 2020 7:08pm
28th Oct 2020 7:08pm
We Survived Their Attack Part 2
(Yesterday’s News). Page 3
I cower in her sands
Burying my head in her hands
I’m transported back home
Harkening to little footsteps roam
My wife is out with her friends
In search of her afterparty cleanse
The night is still young
I taste its intentions on my tongue
Time for my daughter’s dreams to ascend
Playing back my naughty thoughts as they suspend
I don on my maid
Purifying our quarters for a romantic cascade
The feng shui must compliment the mood
Candles and rose petals elevate my servitude
She...
I cower in her sands
Burying my head in her hands
I’m transported back home
Harkening to little footsteps roam
My wife is out with her friends
In search of her afterparty cleanse
The night is still young
I taste its intentions on my tongue
Time for my daughter’s dreams to ascend
Playing back my naughty thoughts as they suspend
I don on my maid
Purifying our quarters for a romantic cascade
The feng shui must compliment the mood
Candles and rose petals elevate my servitude
She...
#sadness
#grief
#strength
#loneliness
#hope
12 reads
3 Comments
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
13 reads
4 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
19th Mar 2021 3:17pm
19th Mar 2021 3:17pm
The Lord of the Poems
He scrubs off the dust
Stock-piling on the shelves of his mind
His battles with writer’s block
Has disrupted and crippled him blind
He perfects his deserted wooden partner
Freeing her of idle hands imprisoned in webs
So many masterpieces were birthed on her mahogany
Stitched together with his will and the ink of his quill’s threads
He ignites his candle
Indenting its motives on her corner
He fishes his pond for his thoughts
Never quite understanding his bait is a foreigner
He opens the gates
That has been...
Stock-piling on the shelves of his mind
His battles with writer’s block
Has disrupted and crippled him blind
He perfects his deserted wooden partner
Freeing her of idle hands imprisoned in webs
So many masterpieces were birthed on her mahogany
Stitched together with his will and the ink of his quill’s threads
He ignites his candle
Indenting its motives on her corner
He fishes his pond for his thoughts
Never quite understanding his bait is a foreigner
He opens the gates
That has been...
#mythology
#nostalgia
#dystopian
#symbolism
#epic
15 reads
7 Comments
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
16 reads
4 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
30th Oct 2020 5:45pm
30th Oct 2020 5:45pm
We Survived Their Attack Part 3
(A perfect partner). Page 5
I sensed her beautiful qualities hiding among the flock
A fragile and bruised lotus whose petals wept in shock
Her face was painted in a painful expression
Her stems ached a sullen sadness deeply rooted in depression
A haloed Nimbus hovered above her gloom
As if it wanted to antagonize her doom
She tried her best to mask her suffering
But there was just something about her that was puzzling
Her puddled reflection sang of happiness in her rain
Could she be the one? I had to know her name
I forced...
I sensed her beautiful qualities hiding among the flock
A fragile and bruised lotus whose petals wept in shock
Her face was painted in a painful expression
Her stems ached a sullen sadness deeply rooted in depression
A haloed Nimbus hovered above her gloom
As if it wanted to antagonize her doom
She tried her best to mask her suffering
But there was just something about her that was puzzling
Her puddled reflection sang of happiness in her rain
Could she be the one? I had to know her name
I forced...
#hope
#courage
#redemption
#bittersweet
#fear
17 reads
6 Comments
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
21 reads
6 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
27th Oct 2020 10:25pm
27th Oct 2020 10:25pm
We Survived Their Attack
(All is lost). Page 1
I python a deathly grip
Dramatically ensuring they don’t slip
The frame cracks from my pressure
Almost severing my treasure
Four years of married life
A beautiful daughter and a loving wife
Her fourth birthday was just around the corner
The echoes of her laughter in my heart are now stronger
Her thirty-fifth birthday came in fast to quickly vanish
Her sole desire in life was to learn Spanish
Glass pulverizes under my feet
Grinding its teeth as they escort me to my seat
My heart malleated its...
I python a deathly grip
Dramatically ensuring they don’t slip
The frame cracks from my pressure
Almost severing my treasure
Four years of married life
A beautiful daughter and a loving wife
Her fourth birthday was just around the corner
The echoes of her laughter in my heart are now stronger
Her thirty-fifth birthday came in fast to quickly vanish
Her sole desire in life was to learn Spanish
Glass pulverizes under my feet
Grinding its teeth as they escort me to my seat
My heart malleated its...
#sadness
#grief
#apocalypse
#emptiness
#scifi
23 reads
11 Comments
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
27 reads
18 Comments
Zephlin347
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 12:51pm
2nd Apr 2024 12:51pm
Whispers of the Azure Sea
Beneath the meeting of sky and sea,
A realm of wonder, where dreams roam free.
Endless azure, canvas vast and wide,
Whispers of adventure, secrets to confide.
Sailors' tales in salty air do weave,
Islands shrouded in mist, where mermaids cleave.
Glimmering sirens, songs that pierce the heart,
Guiding ships to shores where legends start.
Celestial vessels, masts aglow with stardust's light,
Sail through constellations in the dead of night.
Galaxies unfurl, fate's silken thread,
Comets streak across the heavens, where...
A realm of wonder, where dreams roam free.
Endless azure, canvas vast and wide,
Whispers of adventure, secrets to confide.
Sailors' tales in salty air do weave,
Islands shrouded in mist, where mermaids cleave.
Glimmering sirens, songs that pierce the heart,
Guiding ships to shores where legends start.
Celestial vessels, masts aglow with stardust's light,
Sail through constellations in the dead of night.
Galaxies unfurl, fate's silken thread,
Comets streak across the heavens, where...
#motivational
#inspirational
#sea
#sky
#night
29 reads
0 Comments
Cen
Rakhi Rudra
Rakhi Rudra
Poem Published
6th Mar 2024 8:18am
6th Mar 2024 8:18am
The song of summer.
Hear me O'light.
For I stand
Beneath
A Lampard.
For I stand
Beneath
A Lampard.
#nature
30 reads
0 Comments
TheFormalDormouse
Poem Published
18th Apr 2024 2:17pm
18th Apr 2024 2:17pm
The Ballad of Sonic and Tails
or Rainy Morning Imagination
The day broke grey and full of rain,
two boys were in the dumps.
They couldn’t run around outside,
they were a pair of grumps,
they fussed and fumed about their luck
and then the power went out!
Their video games could not be played,
they’d have to do without.
Big brother had a splendid plan
to help them cure their ails.
Sonic the hedgehog he would be,
his bro’, his sidekick, Tails!
Their mission was to gather rings
across the USA,
the rings were of the...
The day broke grey and full of rain,
two boys were in the dumps.
They couldn’t run around outside,
they were a pair of grumps,
they fussed and fumed about their luck
and then the power went out!
Their video games could not be played,
they’d have to do without.
Big brother had a splendid plan
to help them cure their ails.
Sonic the hedgehog he would be,
his bro’, his sidekick, Tails!
Their mission was to gather rings
across the USA,
the rings were of the...
#narrative
31 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
21st Mar 2024 9:11am
21st Mar 2024 9:11am
canvas shoes in Kinshasa
The canvas shoes in Kinshasa
Once when the time was right
A sweet girl had her picture taken
because she was seven years old
and in her mind, almost a grown-up
Dressed in a white blouse and skirt
pressing a pair of white canvas shoes
to her chest
New and not worn by anyone,
hers alone, she had refused to put
them on, they were going to last
forever and ever.
little girls to grow, and one day, she
was a beautiful young woman and
married the man she desired
Five children they had, but tragedy
struck, she...
Once when the time was right
A sweet girl had her picture taken
because she was seven years old
and in her mind, almost a grown-up
Dressed in a white blouse and skirt
pressing a pair of white canvas shoes
to her chest
New and not worn by anyone,
hers alone, she had refused to put
them on, they were going to last
forever and ever.
little girls to grow, and one day, she
was a beautiful young woman and
married the man she desired
Five children they had, but tragedy
struck, she...
#boyfriend
#beauty
#FallingInLove
#dating
#crush
33 reads
0 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Story Poems about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
