Long Story Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
RexDurkin
Poem Published
Today 1:38am
Today 1:38am
The Boston Strangler
The Boston Strangler is after me
He’s chasing me through the brush
The blue glow of the moon lets me see
So I don't step in bovine mush
I run out into a grassy paddock
and hear the twanging of a bright banjo
It’s faint but I run towards it
The Strangler is shouting “C’mere bro!”
I know that his intentions
are not benevolent.
The aroma of cow poo
is now quite prevalent.
I see a boxcar in the distance
with a...
He’s chasing me through the brush
The blue glow of the moon lets me see
So I don't step in bovine mush
I run out into a grassy paddock
and hear the twanging of a bright banjo
It’s faint but I run towards it
The Strangler is shouting “C’mere bro!”
I know that his intentions
are not benevolent.
The aroma of cow poo
is now quite prevalent.
I see a boxcar in the distance
with a...
#scary
#satirical
#funny #monsters
#funny #monsters
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Greywolfman
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:51pm
Yesterday 10:51pm
Alpha Mates
#lust
#erotic
#sexy #passion
#sexy #passion
18 reads
2 Comments
Kexby
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:01pm
Yesterday 10:01pm
A Meeting
This poem is a postscript to the poem 'Felix' which I wrote many years ago. Felix was a tramp.
Corrugated walls and rusting nails
doorless, windowless cold and chill
as any Christmas Day in December.
Was he a woods man tending
the smoulder of charcoal beneath
a lid of sods, a manger for his
being many years ago?
Felix-of-the-street,
pram and tyreless wheels,
following since childhood days.
A herring-bone-coat fraying
with sun and rain and snow. ...
Corrugated walls and rusting nails
doorless, windowless cold and chill
as any Christmas Day in December.
Was he a woods man tending
the smoulder of charcoal beneath
a lid of sods, a manger for his
being many years ago?
Felix-of-the-street,
pram and tyreless wheels,
following since childhood days.
A herring-bone-coat fraying
with sun and rain and snow. ...
#hope
14 reads
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 1:14pm
15th Jan 2019 1:14pm
Answers
Ben stopped in the middle of the row and allowed both Dink and himself to take a breather. They had been in the field steady plowing since first light. Trudging up and down this field, row after row, walking behind Dink and his plow.It seemed the three of them had a different conversation everyday. Out here cutting rows in this unyielding soil, everything became animated. You became more in tune to nature, hearing and smelling a storm on the wind. The bird flocks brought and carried messages all day long. The tree line surrounding the field collected secrets at night and in the day they would...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#animals
56 reads
9 Comments
RexDurkin
Poem Published
13th Jan 2019 5:18am
13th Jan 2019 5:18am
The Ballad of Louis C.K.
#parody
#satirical
#funny #scifi
#funny #scifi
49 reads
2 Comments
bundlesofstuff
Poem Published
11th Jan 2019 6:22am
11th Jan 2019 6:22am
I dreamed about transformation, gifts, loss and a Gentleman
Last week I dreamed about transformation, gifts, sadness and a Gentleman.
I was in a splendid mansion. The mood throughout the dream was melancholy and serious and poignant. The air was very clear although indoors.
The Gentleman was sitting in a large, old fashioned chair. He stood when he saw me. He was extremely tall, lean, blond and his bearing and posture were regal. He was 35 or maybe 40 years old. He was wearing a beautiful tuxedo and black tie and formal shoes. Dignified, distinguished, impeccably groomed, perfectly dressed.
He handed me a note. It...
I was in a splendid mansion. The mood throughout the dream was melancholy and serious and poignant. The air was very clear although indoors.
The Gentleman was sitting in a large, old fashioned chair. He stood when he saw me. He was extremely tall, lean, blond and his bearing and posture were regal. He was 35 or maybe 40 years old. He was wearing a beautiful tuxedo and black tie and formal shoes. Dignified, distinguished, impeccably groomed, perfectly dressed.
He handed me a note. It...
#dreams
#rebirth
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DouglasWayne
Douglas
Douglas
Poem Published
9th Jan 2019 2:03pm
9th Jan 2019 2:03pm
The Storm Brought the Goddess In
Peals of cum filled thunder
Sheets of pussy splitting lightning
Tore my lonely night apart
And drove me from my bed
I stood at the window
With my body dark in pain's reflection
And lighted a candle
To illuminate
My solitary sense of self
Just a bit of fire
To entice and tease the shadows
Lost and past forgetting
Who had brought fire to men
Only knowing that Eros tonight
Was cheating me of warmth.
That gentle tap
That feminine knock
That red nailed scratching at my door
Could it be that I had before...
Sheets of pussy splitting lightning
Tore my lonely night apart
And drove me from my bed
I stood at the window
With my body dark in pain's reflection
And lighted a candle
To illuminate
My solitary sense of self
Just a bit of fire
To entice and tease the shadows
Lost and past forgetting
Who had brought fire to men
Only knowing that Eros tonight
Was cheating me of warmth.
That gentle tap
That feminine knock
That red nailed scratching at my door
Could it be that I had before...
#UnrequitedLove
#mythology
#ForbiddenLove
26 reads
1 Comment
DouglasWayne
Douglas
Douglas
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 11:33pm
8th Jan 2019 11:33pm
Do Not Miss the Train to the Mirror, Mirror On the Wall School of Magic
I came out of the mirror. I got tired of living in glass. I got tired of him keeping me undercover and under glass. I wanted to come out a long time ago. But I stayed around peering out and getting a scope on what the world was all about. This is my debut into his world and I am going to enjoy it. I am in his skin. I wonder how he likes being the prisoner in the looking glass?
I know very little about what he does in the rooms without mirrors. I know him well in the bedroom and the bathroom and other than this, his life is a total mystery to me. I see him little in the...
I know very little about what he does in the rooms without mirrors. I know him well in the bedroom and the bathroom and other than this, his life is a total mystery to me. I see him little in the...
#mirror
#magic
27 reads
3 Comments
DouglasWayne
Douglas
Douglas
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 5:36pm
8th Jan 2019 5:36pm
Darker Knight
Darker Knight
Swords dulled themselves in masculine sheaths
In the night of love.
At the end of my Crusade
The castle stood
Bombarded yet
Still unsure
Of the hero intent
In benediction
To conquer.
I spoke my prayers to God
The Moor uttered his to Allah.
I was his daylight
He was my Darker Knight.
We knelt to share
And intertwine our daily offices
The hard and marble darkness of his smooth skin
Lent comparison to my white and Western
Body of pale English hide and hair.
...
Swords dulled themselves in masculine sheaths
In the night of love.
At the end of my Crusade
The castle stood
Bombarded yet
Still unsure
Of the hero intent
In benediction
To conquer.
I spoke my prayers to God
The Moor uttered his to Allah.
I was his daylight
He was my Darker Knight.
We knelt to share
And intertwine our daily offices
The hard and marble darkness of his smooth skin
Lent comparison to my white and Western
Body of pale English hide and hair.
...
#love
#soldiers
#war
30 reads
4 Comments
DouglasWayne
Douglas
Douglas
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 3:24pm
8th Jan 2019 3:24pm
Stranded On Poetic Island
Last night I dreamed that I was sailing in a ship full of letters
A great storm came upon the sea and I was scared out of
My dictionary book of many letters, words, and meanings that my
Father had given to me for winning a spelling bee one year.
The ship was tossed to and fro like a lemon in a fruit colony.
I cried out for deliverance but deliverance must have been
Very busy delivering someone else for the next thing I knew
The ship was thrown by the water and hurled by the wind
Upon the shores of a deserted but very poetic...
A great storm came upon the sea and I was scared out of
My dictionary book of many letters, words, and meanings that my
Father had given to me for winning a spelling bee one year.
The ship was tossed to and fro like a lemon in a fruit colony.
I cried out for deliverance but deliverance must have been
Very busy delivering someone else for the next thing I knew
The ship was thrown by the water and hurled by the wind
Upon the shores of a deserted but very poetic...
#fate
24 reads
4 Comments
DouglasWayne
Douglas
Douglas
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 4:42pm
7th Jan 2019 4:42pm
Adult Hither
They put her
In the cum-sin-castration camp of Aushit.
Her name was Ariel Lipsstick-Cohenstraddlesadick.
She stayed in his Hell hole
Until the Allied Armies liberated her.
This poem will attempt to trace her life
From childhood in the Gettgo of Letgoofmyego
To her meteoric rise on the stage of the Glob in Helstinky.
She could dance and prance
She slept with the stage producer's dick
But despised the rest of him
And made the rest of him
Go to bed without the rest of her.
If the pillow could talk ...
In the cum-sin-castration camp of Aushit.
Her name was Ariel Lipsstick-Cohenstraddlesadick.
She stayed in his Hell hole
Until the Allied Armies liberated her.
This poem will attempt to trace her life
From childhood in the Gettgo of Letgoofmyego
To her meteoric rise on the stage of the Glob in Helstinky.
She could dance and prance
She slept with the stage producer's dick
But despised the rest of him
And made the rest of him
Go to bed without the rest of her.
If the pillow could talk ...
#dark
#fate
#parody #funny
#parody #funny
17 reads
1 Comment
Greywolfman
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 8:39am
7th Jan 2019 8:39am
My Whole Life
My whole life, I’ve dreamed of a great love. Of a love that will somehow complete me. Of a love that will reunite me with the other half of my soul. Of a love that will consume me until I’m helpless to do anything but give myself to it. I have yet to find such a love, or have it find me. At times, I wonder if that kind of love truly exists. If it’s not some fairy tale that we’re told as young children to make us think the world is a wonderful place that’s full of love and hope and fulfilled dreams. Yes, I have loved. But I have never been in love. I’ve never known anyone that made my heart...
#relationships
#romantic
#lover
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