Long Story Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
The life You stole~
Master Weaver of Lies
There are times I wonder about how you just moved on…you made it look simple.
Drop the axe on the cord and severe it with no looking back. So absorbed in yourself indulgent and very self-inflicted pain that you never looked at the devastation that you brought into my world. How did I deserve that?
You presented yourself as a victim of love and broken promises, and yet it was just a blueprint of lies used to lure in the sad and vulnerable.
Laughter echo's inside my mind at times. The first phone call, with you talking like Pee Wee...
There are times I wonder about how you just moved on…you made it look simple.
Drop the axe on the cord and severe it with no looking back. So absorbed in yourself indulgent and very self-inflicted pain that you never looked at the devastation that you brought into my world. How did I deserve that?
You presented yourself as a victim of love and broken promises, and yet it was just a blueprint of lies used to lure in the sad and vulnerable.
Laughter echo's inside my mind at times. The first phone call, with you talking like Pee Wee...
#anger
#secrets
#betrayal
#manipulation
#deception
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The Golden Thicket
It was like being just below the surface of the water.
It was January, and the wind was like a fleeting rabbit, it kicked snow in my direction from a distance,
I walked up the road
Steep, hard;
To my right I saw
Five bunched thickets of golden wild grass
Fluid and feathery, they wavered in the winter sun
Like a gate, they stood in a line,
A few feet apart each, they looked like pillars of a pier
I stopped, and so did the wind. I cross the street, and pass through the center two sentries.
The thicket is lush, it is golden, it is warm. ...
It was January, and the wind was like a fleeting rabbit, it kicked snow in my direction from a distance,
I walked up the road
Steep, hard;
To my right I saw
Five bunched thickets of golden wild grass
Fluid and feathery, they wavered in the winter sun
Like a gate, they stood in a line,
A few feet apart each, they looked like pillars of a pier
I stopped, and so did the wind. I cross the street, and pass through the center two sentries.
The thicket is lush, it is golden, it is warm. ...
#dreams
#sun
#nature
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Mollusca Man
A snail on track..
Slow and steady wins you race..
Some of us don't win it..
Slow-steady keeps us safe..
I'm the Mollusc snail..
I have my shell..
I want this race to get some pace..
Your need for speed..
Against my need for shield..
We start this race..
So while you run through various means and end up queuing up at the doors of the hall of fame.....
Slow and steady wins you race..
Some of us don't win it..
Slow-steady keeps us safe..
I'm the Mollusc snail..
I have my shell..
I want this race to get some pace..
Your need for speed..
Against my need for shield..
We start this race..
So while you run through various means and end up queuing up at the doors of the hall of fame.....
#determination
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A choice between the living and the dead
I was walking along the sidewalk staring at the barren trees which had burried the dried grass beneath their brittle leaves.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a lonely squirrel staring at the street, wondering if its worth the risk, but as I aproached him I discovered a terrible tragedy. He wasn't debating on crossing at all! He was morning the loss of a friend lying lifelessly in the middle of the street.
I stood there as if the fridged winter air froze me in my place. I watched as the squirrels body relaxed as if he finally came to accept the fact that he had to...
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a lonely squirrel staring at the street, wondering if its worth the risk, but as I aproached him I discovered a terrible tragedy. He wasn't debating on crossing at all! He was morning the loss of a friend lying lifelessly in the middle of the street.
I stood there as if the fridged winter air froze me in my place. I watched as the squirrels body relaxed as if he finally came to accept the fact that he had to...
#inspirational
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GALWAY TRAIN WINDOW GIRL (Collaboration with Trouble_Loves_Me)

#lust
#books
#ShortStory
#sensual
#collaboration
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The Poet Who Didn't Know It!
(Additional writers: Hemi & Lightnin' Ray)
You may call me the poet plagiariser,
I'm stealing lines but you're none the wiser!
I will excite you with some words of passion,
And delight you with my sense of fashion!
I'll ride on their coattails while sippin' your cocktails,
And may even drop in on the recording sessions.
You'll find me penning some words of love,
Though I may be strugglin', init, bruv!
I don't need X-Factor exposing my talent,
When Simon says JUMP! I'm stayin' silent -
But still marching forward all the...
You may call me the poet plagiariser,
I'm stealing lines but you're none the wiser!
I will excite you with some words of passion,
And delight you with my sense of fashion!
I'll ride on their coattails while sippin' your cocktails,
And may even drop in on the recording sessions.
You'll find me penning some words of love,
Though I may be strugglin', init, bruv!
I don't need X-Factor exposing my talent,
When Simon says JUMP! I'm stayin' silent -
But still marching forward all the...
#strength
#dreams
#LifeChangingMoment
#wisdom
#epic
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Apollonius (Lord of the Talismans)
Edited By the Great and Powerful Grace*
...for surely I would ramble on and on and on...
Over the lands hovered in mist, walks one whom time let’s slip between the harsh held folds;
aging only in his knowledge in pace of the breeze. Born before the time of Christ; journeying now through the age of knight, this so-called medieval day.
Apollo found himself in Hispania, Atlantic land of the Celts, realizing that when he reached one end of the world, conditions abruptly changes. Having not been here for so long he could feel upon the wind, air...
...for surely I would ramble on and on and on...
Over the lands hovered in mist, walks one whom time let’s slip between the harsh held folds;
aging only in his knowledge in pace of the breeze. Born before the time of Christ; journeying now through the age of knight, this so-called medieval day.
Apollo found himself in Hispania, Atlantic land of the Celts, realizing that when he reached one end of the world, conditions abruptly changes. Having not been here for so long he could feel upon the wind, air...
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First Night In A New Place
It is quiet, far too quiet for me. The static stillness of the country gives the impression of time slowing down. I find a beer in the fridge, sit on the sofa bed and drink. I don't want to go to sleep. Sleep frightens me. My recovery from the attack took several years. Surgery. Knee problems from the impact of the bar. Headaches, double vision. I had to surrender my driving licence for a while, and I never played rugby or soccer again.
I slip in to an old jumper and a pair of boxer shorts, and climb into bed, but for much of the night I remain awake, reading but struggling to...
I slip in to an old jumper and a pair of boxer shorts, and climb into bed, but for much of the night I remain awake, reading but struggling to...
#memories
#mystery
#PTSD #suffering
#PTSD #suffering
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Stargate
The chevrons are open, the ancients have spoken
Our spirits have awoken because of treaties that were broken
You were warned about a sleeping bear, yet you kept on poking
Mistaking those bred for war as nothing but tokens
Ancient historic scripts as far back as the original four tribes
But we represent the eight that resulted when the chevrons collide
Mimicking each other, we were similar in the exact same ways
But they entered within our circle limiting our right to say
Our ancient script was deceived by coded...
Our spirits have awoken because of treaties that were broken
You were warned about a sleeping bear, yet you kept on poking
Mistaking those bred for war as nothing but tokens
Ancient historic scripts as far back as the original four tribes
But we represent the eight that resulted when the chevrons collide
Mimicking each other, we were similar in the exact same ways
But they entered within our circle limiting our right to say
Our ancient script was deceived by coded...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#food
#humankind
#mythology
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Hounds Of Hell
Enemies and their allies put on a chase
With our noses all up in their asses to ensure their haste
Like wild dogs, not a stride goes to waste
Giving them no time to camp, sleep, or give food a taste
Tails to mouths like hounds circling their prey
Three hundred and sixty degrees of death, that's our way
Elk hounds and great danes have the bears retreating to their cave
With no more than witches and clubs, they attempted to display their rage
We came with aggression, wielding swords and shields
Our chants enraged and excited them...
With our noses all up in their asses to ensure their haste
Like wild dogs, not a stride goes to waste
Giving them no time to camp, sleep, or give food a taste
Tails to mouths like hounds circling their prey
Three hundred and sixty degrees of death, that's our way
Elk hounds and great danes have the bears retreating to their cave
With no more than witches and clubs, they attempted to display their rage
We came with aggression, wielding swords and shields
Our chants enraged and excited them...
#war
#LifeStruggles
#CallToAction #rebellion
#CallToAction #rebellion
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MORNING SILENCE WHEN IT RISES
As I silently walk across the sand leaving behind my footprints as I walk, aimlessly through the mist of the morning rising over the horizon. I stop to admire this piece of insightful beauty here before my eyes, as I inhale and exhale the freshness of the sea breeze filling my lungs with each stroke of the winds. Yet as I stare into the vision of the dead silence, that the morning silent brings with it comes an awakening feeling. As I become so intoxicated by the very thing that hypnotizes, me the most as it transcends through the stairway and gateways of my thoughts. For it is this kind of...
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#freedom
#meditation
#StreamOfConsciousness
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UNTOLD STORIES
We all have a story to tell about our journeys and travels and walks, through this constant transformation known as life. When it pertains to love and our inner dreams of finding that one relationship, that takes us to a safe and secure place wrap within the comfort of there arms. Just as much we all come with the scars that go unseen, sometimes they never go away with the heartache and pain. Even along with the process of the hurt and falling tears of sleepless nights, that constantly keep knocking on the walls and doors of our bleeding heart. Yet we won't talk about that part of our battles...
#sadness
#regret
#heartbroken
#confusion
#disappointment
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