Long Story Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
26th Jun 2022 00:44am
26th Jun 2022 00:44am
Down But Never Out
Some of you thought that my last little Boo, was nothing but a trick whore
But that's because her true value, she just didn't know
Easy to bend, she fell victim to anything with a dick
They all sat out to abuse her ass, but admitted that Boo was thick
But my Boo was in the game, since way back in the days
She was more than a one night stand, she had lived the home way
The friday nights payoffs, swerving curves looking for a party
Sundays down by the lake giviing it up on the back of his Harley
She thought what's the difference a nght, a...
But that's because her true value, she just didn't know
Easy to bend, she fell victim to anything with a dick
They all sat out to abuse her ass, but admitted that Boo was thick
But my Boo was in the game, since way back in the days
She was more than a one night stand, she had lived the home way
The friday nights payoffs, swerving curves looking for a party
Sundays down by the lake giviing it up on the back of his Harley
She thought what's the difference a nght, a...
#love
#strength
#friendship #LifeStruggles
#friendship #LifeStruggles
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
25th Jun 2022 00:07am
25th Jun 2022 00:07am
Beowulf Pt.2
I asked her what his name was, then dropped the silver on the floor screaming it
His mother burst into a hysterical laugh, hoping that she was dreaming it
I should had seen the resemblance, I should had been a better parent than my own
His mother is promising death to me and the guilt wont leave me alone
I buried Grendel among my gods, a boy without a father lead wayward
I should had been proud of his many conquest instead of listening to the naysayers
His mom constantly tries to bed me and asking if I want something to eat
In between her promise to...
His mother burst into a hysterical laugh, hoping that she was dreaming it
I should had seen the resemblance, I should had been a better parent than my own
His mother is promising death to me and the guilt wont leave me alone
I buried Grendel among my gods, a boy without a father lead wayward
I should had been proud of his many conquest instead of listening to the naysayers
His mom constantly tries to bed me and asking if I want something to eat
In between her promise to...
#death
#mythology
#heroic
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
25th Jun 2022 00:03am
25th Jun 2022 00:03am
Beowulf
I, I am Beowulf a God among men
Adventurer of a many exploits, my beginnings touches my ends
My existence began so far away, in the dark recesses of a country town
Across an ocean and hidden behind a mountain range, no more than a whelp when found
Offered to board a ship, to be fed while learning a trade
Thirty pieces of silver exchanged hands, my parents smiled and a deal was made
Carted off to the ship, the first I’d seen the ocean or been away from home
The hard work I was accustom, but enough to eat wasn’t the norm
I learned my duties...
Adventurer of a many exploits, my beginnings touches my ends
My existence began so far away, in the dark recesses of a country town
Across an ocean and hidden behind a mountain range, no more than a whelp when found
Offered to board a ship, to be fed while learning a trade
Thirty pieces of silver exchanged hands, my parents smiled and a deal was made
Carted off to the ship, the first I’d seen the ocean or been away from home
The hard work I was accustom, but enough to eat wasn’t the norm
I learned my duties...
#death
#mythology
#heroic
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
24th Jun 2022 3:48pm
24th Jun 2022 3:48pm
Bar The Gates
#dark
#erotic
#funny #dirty
#funny #dirty
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2022 11:57pm
23rd Jun 2022 11:57pm
Fallen Pt.4
Hell is on my trail her legions are everywhere
Why kill a succubus if indeed you didn't care
I made it out of the pit with all powers intact
Cerberus is mine still programmed to attack
The forces of hell has orders to bring back this spawn's head
What the fuck can they do when I'm already dead
Cerberus is a made bitch, cut his head off and it will grow back on
It is the spawn I Is Me that they really want, and they can bring it on
I saw him at the podium, mouth fucking everyone's ear
He was gonna clean up this town, he was gonna bring...
Why kill a succubus if indeed you didn't care
I made it out of the pit with all powers intact
Cerberus is mine still programmed to attack
The forces of hell has orders to bring back this spawn's head
What the fuck can they do when I'm already dead
Cerberus is a made bitch, cut his head off and it will grow back on
It is the spawn I Is Me that they really want, and they can bring it on
I saw him at the podium, mouth fucking everyone's ear
He was gonna clean up this town, he was gonna bring...
#dark
#war
#hell
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Her
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2022 4:58am
22nd Jun 2022 4:58am
Spiral
February 22, 2021
S just took three one milligram Ativan. She said she took 15'ish so far.
About 10 minutes later at 6:17pm: S just took 3 more Ativan.
She said she was taking a stoner holiday and, "it's the only way I can function."
"Please don't take any more."
"I need to be numb."
"Don't. I don't want you to take any more. I don't care if you get angry."
"It's not something I normally do."
"It lowers your heart rate. I don't want you to fall asleep and not wake up."
"I'm not killing myself. I don't have weed."
"I know it...
S just took three one milligram Ativan. She said she took 15'ish so far.
About 10 minutes later at 6:17pm: S just took 3 more Ativan.
She said she was taking a stoner holiday and, "it's the only way I can function."
"Please don't take any more."
"I need to be numb."
"Don't. I don't want you to take any more. I don't care if you get angry."
"It's not something I normally do."
"It lowers your heart rate. I don't want you to fall asleep and not wake up."
"I'm not killing myself. I don't have weed."
"I know it...
#drugs
#illness
#MentalHealth #dialogue
#MentalHealth #dialogue
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
20th Jun 2022 1:26pm
20th Jun 2022 1:26pm
Poem For Oskar
I am imbued with
Joy
Things I know about myself, Series Vol., 1
(Story poems)
I am secretly
the Christ Edward
Authors note:
please don't tell no one
#conflict #fiction #myself #nonfiction #confusion
Because of a prayer i Jesus, and he thinks in “Im just a person who takes hormones.” Until I forgot, pretends himself to be, special. Peek-a-boo. Like, as long as from the cross and be appears spiritually significant, because … reasons. Way. I don't...
Joy
Things I know about myself, Series Vol., 1
(Story poems)
I am secretly
the Christ Edward
Authors note:
please don't tell no one
#conflict #fiction #myself #nonfiction #confusion
Because of a prayer i Jesus, and he thinks in “Im just a person who takes hormones.” Until I forgot, pretends himself to be, special. Peek-a-boo. Like, as long as from the cross and be appears spiritually significant, because … reasons. Way. I don't...
#conflict
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#confusion
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Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
13th Jun 2022 1:32pm
13th Jun 2022 1:32pm
A many are sometimes my of thoughts good Actually,. Thoughts good Actually,. In
→Magic
—Has always have been, as was only which ever adds up to make the birds all over my self, the inquisition urnt at the stake engilsh…i mean, itanialnum um Italian in as well as to have a to become newer iterations of versions World metaphysical, the World physical, the a larger aspect of of a no such thing a simple 11:33 5G 18 Q #confessional #myself I, love drives, that's the message of descriptions of dichotomies are we always only ever codifized into a the king’s Not that I'm aware of but possibly a world because subconsciousness that word is World...
—Has always have been, as was only which ever adds up to make the birds all over my self, the inquisition urnt at the stake engilsh…i mean, itanialnum um Italian in as well as to have a to become newer iterations of versions World metaphysical, the World physical, the a larger aspect of of a no such thing a simple 11:33 5G 18 Q #confessional #myself I, love drives, that's the message of descriptions of dichotomies are we always only ever codifized into a the king’s Not that I'm aware of but possibly a world because subconsciousness that word is World...
#love
#historical
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Pishashee
Poem Published
10th Jun 2022 11:05pm
10th Jun 2022 11:05pm
The Day I Became a Weirdo
#strength
#courage
44 reads
2 Comments
Cloven_Zonkle
Poem Published
10th Jun 2022 4:49am
10th Jun 2022 4:49am
Religions [(a poem in one part)).
Detect language
→ English
Sunday
my mind still
A
Build this moment in thought and emotion, about the metaphysical work that inspires (und mystical) poury! Hi (Gaelic) "Represantason of the Abyss: Or Numerals (the title of one of your numbers "where I might be a
metaphorical address or poetry title), and something else I read Arras once Tyre Crowley is there whenever I see some numbers wwwwwow and...
→ English
Sunday
my mind still
A
Build this moment in thought and emotion, about the metaphysical work that inspires (und mystical) poury! Hi (Gaelic) "Represantason of the Abyss: Or Numerals (the title of one of your numbers "where I might be a
metaphorical address or poetry title), and something else I read Arras once Tyre Crowley is there whenever I see some numbers wwwwwow and...
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeCycle
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Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 4:04am
7th Jun 2022 4:04am
Asclepius
I was given to the earth
through an umbilical cord.
I held it in my hand for the feeling...
The snake belonged to me
as per God's longing,
and he was my only companion.
I didn't like the snake much;
I couldn't understand him
because he refused to speak.
The snake was a trickster,
he would get me into
situations with his trance,
and then just hiss,
slither off, and laugh at me.
Seemingly as I was
his entertainment.
I would get...
through an umbilical cord.
I held it in my hand for the feeling...
The snake belonged to me
as per God's longing,
and he was my only companion.
I didn't like the snake much;
I couldn't understand him
because he refused to speak.
The snake was a trickster,
he would get me into
situations with his trance,
and then just hiss,
slither off, and laugh at me.
Seemingly as I was
his entertainment.
I would get...
#narrative
#healing
#wisdom
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michaelslove2
Poem Published
3rd Jun 2022 7:38am
3rd Jun 2022 7:38am
Wintertime, 1918
Wintertime, 1918
Henry had lived in the old Victorian house his entire life.
He had fond memories of growing up in the house.
When his parents died in an automobile accident in the winter of 1918
the house went into Henry's name.
Henry's parents had been coming home from a Christmas party
that Henry's aunt and uncle, Henry's mother's sister and husband
put on every year around Christmastime.
It had become a regular, family event over the years.
About two miles from the house on their return home
Henry's...
Henry had lived in the old Victorian house his entire life.
He had fond memories of growing up in the house.
When his parents died in an automobile accident in the winter of 1918
the house went into Henry's name.
Henry's parents had been coming home from a Christmas party
that Henry's aunt and uncle, Henry's mother's sister and husband
put on every year around Christmastime.
It had become a regular, family event over the years.
About two miles from the house on their return home
Henry's...
#sadness
#dark
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