Long Story Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Today 11:05am
Today 11:05am
A Cryptic Illness
Bring your beauty onto me
Mysterious and distant
I can only imagine to see
We discovered our magic together
Mileage should never stop our love
Your valued more then any buried treasure
One day i will arrive, when you least suspect
Surprise!! Surprise!!
Let's make love, take off your dress
Your looks and appeal are stunning to my eyes
Your body, so beautifully developed
So sexy honey, I tell no lies
Days & weeks go by
Personality isn't what I like
A few more days, I'm saying goodbye
She...
Mysterious and distant
I can only imagine to see
We discovered our magic together
Mileage should never stop our love
Your valued more then any buried treasure
One day i will arrive, when you least suspect
Surprise!! Surprise!!
Let's make love, take off your dress
Your looks and appeal are stunning to my eyes
Your body, so beautifully developed
So sexy honey, I tell no lies
Days & weeks go by
Personality isn't what I like
A few more days, I'm saying goodbye
She...
#FallingInLove
#revenge
#rhyming
#ShortStory
#support
27 reads
1 Comment
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:21pm
Yesterday 5:21pm
The Great Escape Chapter 20, Part 1 of 6
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
11 reads
2 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:48am
Yesterday 10:48am
Not N Your Library Series II (Do You Smell Somethin)
Did something crawl up in him and died?
That is what his family thought while traveling in that shit smelling ride,
“Could it be those White Castle sliders or that burrito from Taco Bell
That is giving his ass cheeks pure hell,
“The windows did not come down because they were broke
And being immune to his own shit all the rest can do was choke,
“The air conditioner in the raggedy motherfucka did not function
Causing his wife to have flashbacks of the other night when they were fuckin,
“The room had to be aired out...
That is what his family thought while traveling in that shit smelling ride,
“Could it be those White Castle sliders or that burrito from Taco Bell
That is giving his ass cheeks pure hell,
“The windows did not come down because they were broke
And being immune to his own shit all the rest can do was choke,
“The air conditioner in the raggedy motherfucka did not function
Causing his wife to have flashbacks of the other night when they were fuckin,
“The room had to be aired out...
#cars
#family
#travel
32 reads
1 Comment
Nvmb
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 7:36pm
12th Mar 2025 7:36pm
The First Fragments...
I. The First Prayer
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
It happens deep into the night, in the heavy dark that feels too thick to breathe through. A darkness that tastes of copper and dust, ancient and patient. His body betrays him first—stiff, useless, as if his bones have turned to iron and his lungs are filling with sand.
He tries to move. He cannot. He tries to scream. His mouth stays closed, locked by some unseen hand.
And then he sees it.
Someone at the foot of his bed. No, not someone—*something*, though that word is too small for the wrongness standing there. A figure that...
#dark
#despair
#emptiness
#fear
#loneliness
57 reads
0 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 10:50am
12th Mar 2025 10:50am
Not N Your Library Series I (What You Might Find)
#father
#secrets
41 reads
5 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:16am
7th Mar 2025 1:16am
The Wild Rose
I'm the Gardner
He's the Wild Rose
It wasn't a whirlwind romance, more like a glacial thaw in a neglected garden, a place where the promise of vibrant blooms lay buried beneath a thick layer of frost and tangled vines.
Year one: I viewed him as a particularly stubborn weed, a thistle masquerading as something potentially useful.
I spent most of my time meticulously weeding around him, convinced he was a detriment to my carefully planned landscape. And, let's be honest, I got pricked. More than once. A sharp word here, a dismissive glance there –...
He's the Wild Rose
It wasn't a whirlwind romance, more like a glacial thaw in a neglected garden, a place where the promise of vibrant blooms lay buried beneath a thick layer of frost and tangled vines.
Year one: I viewed him as a particularly stubborn weed, a thistle masquerading as something potentially useful.
I spent most of my time meticulously weeding around him, convinced he was a detriment to my carefully planned landscape. And, let's be honest, I got pricked. More than once. A sharp word here, a dismissive glance there –...
#forgiveness
#kindness
#love #rose
#love #rose
81 reads
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Pishashee
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 10:58pm
2nd Mar 2025 10:58pm
Evergreen Meadow: D-Block Chronicles. Chapters 3 & 4
Chapter 3:
Whispers of Change
The Spring Bloom Festival had passed, leaving Evergreen Meadow revitalized. Yet, a sense of unease lingered.
The D-Block elements, despite their contributions, were still haunted by something deep within.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the meadow, Zinc approached Ironside.
Zinc is a D-Block element, just like the others, and so shares a common background with the rest. Zinc is known for his protective qualities, often used in galvanizing to prevent corrosion; a...
Whispers of Change
The Spring Bloom Festival had passed, leaving Evergreen Meadow revitalized. Yet, a sense of unease lingered.
The D-Block elements, despite their contributions, were still haunted by something deep within.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the meadow, Zinc approached Ironside.
Zinc is a D-Block element, just like the others, and so shares a common background with the rest. Zinc is known for his protective qualities, often used in galvanizing to prevent corrosion; a...
#fiction
#science
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Pishashee
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 9:11pm
2nd Mar 2025 9:11pm
Evergreen Meadow: D-Block Chronicles.
Chapter 2:
The Spring Bloom Rescue
In the heart of Evergreen Meadow, lived the elements of the D-Block, each now a creature of the wood, their prison days a distant, shadowed memory. But even in this peaceful haven, the harsh winter had left its mark.
The annual Spring Bloom Festival, a celebration of new life, was threatened. Ice-laden branches lay scattered, paths were blocked by drifts, and the remnants of last autumn's vibrant blooms were now withered and buried beneath a blanket of frost.
The meadow's inhabitants, usually so...
The Spring Bloom Rescue
In the heart of Evergreen Meadow, lived the elements of the D-Block, each now a creature of the wood, their prison days a distant, shadowed memory. But even in this peaceful haven, the harsh winter had left its mark.
The annual Spring Bloom Festival, a celebration of new life, was threatened. Ice-laden branches lay scattered, paths were blocked by drifts, and the remnants of last autumn's vibrant blooms were now withered and buried beneath a blanket of frost.
The meadow's inhabitants, usually so...
#learning
#scifi
#success #support
#success #support
76 reads
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 8:36am
6th Oct 2019 8:36am
The Window in the Third Floor
He feels a chill down his spine as he walks through the door. The music is loud, the air is warm and everyone seems in a trance as they dance into the night.
He has keen sense of smell and yet amidst the alcohol, the mix of colognes and perfumes that fill the air there is something different about this club. Almost everyone seems Goth, but that’s ok with him, last month he had visited a place that was country and the month before that an all 80s retro club. But he still can’t put his finger on about this place. Everyone was beautiful, dancing as the bass from the speakers...
He has keen sense of smell and yet amidst the alcohol, the mix of colognes and perfumes that fill the air there is something different about this club. Almost everyone seems Goth, but that’s ok with him, last month he had visited a place that was country and the month before that an all 80s retro club. But he still can’t put his finger on about this place. Everyone was beautiful, dancing as the bass from the speakers...
#scary
#vampires
#ShortStory #werewolves
#ShortStory #werewolves
666 reads
2 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
19th Feb 2025 7:31pm
19th Feb 2025 7:31pm
Charlestown
Ask them Charlestown boys how the fuck we get down
Bricks equaling kilos, whatever the haul, we convert to dollars or pounds
We never step until we step Charlestown has that kind of rep
Low key we infiltrate, fucking survey, and always quiet is kept
Everyone's in on the know so there's no mask needed among us
Shit scripted from the mental not the lips, no chance of a bust
We're all hungry for it, this is a long overdue meal
There are security measures in place bitch for anyone that squeals
But we talk about nothing because between us there...
Bricks equaling kilos, whatever the haul, we convert to dollars or pounds
We never step until we step Charlestown has that kind of rep
Low key we infiltrate, fucking survey, and always quiet is kept
Everyone's in on the know so there's no mask needed among us
Shit scripted from the mental not the lips, no chance of a bust
We're all hungry for it, this is a long overdue meal
There are security measures in place bitch for anyone that squeals
But we talk about nothing because between us there...
#narrative
#ShortStory
96 reads
6 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
18th Feb 2025 11:36pm
Co-Operation
Fucking money has been fronted and nearly all of it has been spent
But that's what it takes for no hits on your drug scent
For the fucking word to go out between all the boys in blue
Your cargo is protected and to let you slide through
Agents at the border saluted and gave me some dap
I made it all the way out of the state without one ranger trap
You might think it was surprising because I had dreads and naps
By throwing a couple bans into the pipeline and they ignore the Rasta cap
Gears had been greased troopers ignored all...
But that's what it takes for no hits on your drug scent
For the fucking word to go out between all the boys in blue
Your cargo is protected and to let you slide through
Agents at the border saluted and gave me some dap
I made it all the way out of the state without one ranger trap
You might think it was surprising because I had dreads and naps
By throwing a couple bans into the pipeline and they ignore the Rasta cap
Gears had been greased troopers ignored all...
#corruption
#fiction
#narrative
130 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 11:54am
18th Feb 2025 11:54am
The Violence Continues
She had enough. Many times her father would could home staggering drunk, and force himself onto her. He didn't care. He had no regret when he would sober up. Her mother knew that if she ever said a word she'd be beaten & thrown out into the streets. She cared about her own hide and not her own flesh & blood. She came into this marriage with nothing and will leave the marriage with nothing.
Her daughter is now dependent on drugs. Any drugs to release her from this horror. Pills, heroin, meth, alcohol, anything to get her fucked up and to drown these memories.
...
Her daughter is now dependent on drugs. Any drugs to release her from this horror. Pills, heroin, meth, alcohol, anything to get her fucked up and to drown these memories.
...
#abuse
#anger
#family
#prison
#ShortStory
95 reads
8 Comments
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