Long Story Poems
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
Today 1:47am
Today 1:47am
Rainbow Fairy Floss By The Seashore
RAINBOW FAIRY FLOSS BY THE SEASHORE
From the 4th diary entry of Stewy Lemmon's childhood adventures.
We had a whale of a time last weekend on a trip with my family to the seaside resort named Slipslopslap Bay. It is located about three hours from my home.
Once we arrived at our rented holiday wood cabin put our clothes away in the wardrobe and placed our food in the fridge, we all decided as a family what we would do next.
My Mum, Flo, took my younger brother, Lemmy, to the local carnival for rides, drinks and even some pink coloured fairy floss and...
From the 4th diary entry of Stewy Lemmon's childhood adventures.
We had a whale of a time last weekend on a trip with my family to the seaside resort named Slipslopslap Bay. It is located about three hours from my home.
Once we arrived at our rented holiday wood cabin put our clothes away in the wardrobe and placed our food in the fridge, we all decided as a family what we would do next.
My Mum, Flo, took my younger brother, Lemmy, to the local carnival for rides, drinks and even some pink coloured fairy floss and...
#children
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Fetchitnow
Poem Published
Today 1:30am
Today 1:30am
Water Off A Duck’s Back
WATER OFF A DUCK’S BACK
From the 3rd diary entry of Stewy Lemmon's childhood adventures.
This week's fun times and great adventures with Smoochy started at the small village pond, just down the road from my home. Which remember, is nestled amongst the trees on a hill in a little country town called, 'Shimmerleedimmerlee'.
While down at the small village pond, I was feeding Buck the Duck, the wild duck that I have been feeding since I was about four years old. I noticed the water level had dropped down, since my last visit to the pond. I was worried the small...
From the 3rd diary entry of Stewy Lemmon's childhood adventures.
This week's fun times and great adventures with Smoochy started at the small village pond, just down the road from my home. Which remember, is nestled amongst the trees on a hill in a little country town called, 'Shimmerleedimmerlee'.
While down at the small village pond, I was feeding Buck the Duck, the wild duck that I have been feeding since I was about four years old. I noticed the water level had dropped down, since my last visit to the pond. I was worried the small...
#children
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Fetchitnow
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:56pm
Yesterday 12:56pm
Sore Bare Feet With Yellow Tail
SORE BARE FEET WITH YELLOW TAIL
From the 2nd diary entry of Stewy Lemmon's childhood adventures.
Its been almost two weeks, after our unforgettable funny night of colourful fruit falling down on us. So, I decided to take Smoochy for a walk through our village and then up and over the town's nearby grassy green hills.
When all of a sudden I noticed a strange gigantic and colourful object in the near distance. I picked up Smoochy and put him in my top left-hand side pocket, then I took off my thongs and raced like the wind, towards this strange, gigantic...
From the 2nd diary entry of Stewy Lemmon's childhood adventures.
Its been almost two weeks, after our unforgettable funny night of colourful fruit falling down on us. So, I decided to take Smoochy for a walk through our village and then up and over the town's nearby grassy green hills.
When all of a sudden I noticed a strange gigantic and colourful object in the near distance. I picked up Smoochy and put him in my top left-hand side pocket, then I took off my thongs and raced like the wind, towards this strange, gigantic...
#children
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Fetchitnow
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:04pm
Yesterday 12:04pm
A Colourful Fruit Blast
A COLOURFUL FRUIT BLAST
From the 1st diary entry of Stewy Lemmon's childhood adventures.
My name is Stewy Lemmon and I am your normal, everyday, friendly, country boy, who lives about 2 hours away from the big city lights. My family's home is nestled amongst the trees on a hill in a little country village called 'Shimmerleedimmerlee'.
It's located just a little north west from the famous town of Bearfeet Ridge. Famous of course, because of the mysterious and rarely seen yellow tailed bear family that is said to inhabit the nearby treed mountain range....
From the 1st diary entry of Stewy Lemmon's childhood adventures.
My name is Stewy Lemmon and I am your normal, everyday, friendly, country boy, who lives about 2 hours away from the big city lights. My family's home is nestled amongst the trees on a hill in a little country village called 'Shimmerleedimmerlee'.
It's located just a little north west from the famous town of Bearfeet Ridge. Famous of course, because of the mysterious and rarely seen yellow tailed bear family that is said to inhabit the nearby treed mountain range....
#children
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
18th Oct 2019 4:45pm
18th Oct 2019 4:45pm
Summoning the Spirit of Rin-Tin-Tin
Listening,
so intendedly to my tin
tin
it
us, it
'almost sounds of as being a symphonic
orchestra.
Might that be Pendereki, or maybe a Xenakis
s c o r e
(of some sort)
There's been no music in this room since you
...
so intendedly to my tin
tin
it
us, it
'almost sounds of as being a symphonic
orchestra.
Might that be Pendereki, or maybe a Xenakis
s c o r e
(of some sort)
There's been no music in this room since you
...
#grief
#silence
#music
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Stoney223
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 9:58pm
13th Oct 2019 9:58pm
THE VESSEL OF YOUR SOUL
From the mind we remember the love as well as the hurt but yet it is those elements that carries the deep tears of passion, that becomes buried beneath the sadness of the tears that falls silently upon ones face unseen, but yet seen by the red color of there eyes and the buffy eyes from crying through days and nights.
...
...
#strength
#courage
#respect
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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midevil
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 2:02pm
13th Oct 2019 2:02pm
Long Past Bedtime
Tempt not the dream whose life was spurned from dancing in your mind.
This stolen chance may have it’s due to this neglect in kind.
A fertile field is innocence where sin may plant a crop.
Imagination knows no bounds so long as wishes never stop.
When I was young I dared not sleep awake I staid through out the night.
A fatigued will lead me on till the dawn of morning’s early light.
What should have been like any day took on a different feel.
For lurking just beyond my focus hid a world that was surreal.
My senses felt the mortal shell that holds my...
This stolen chance may have it’s due to this neglect in kind.
A fertile field is innocence where sin may plant a crop.
Imagination knows no bounds so long as wishes never stop.
When I was young I dared not sleep awake I staid through out the night.
A fatigued will lead me on till the dawn of morning’s early light.
What should have been like any day took on a different feel.
For lurking just beyond my focus hid a world that was surreal.
My senses felt the mortal shell that holds my...
#nightmares
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larrycosta
Poem Published
13th Oct 2019 3:53am
13th Oct 2019 3:53am
The Lady In The Lake
The most haunted street in America is Clinton Road where ghost children play and not even wild animals will go. Down to the end, and around the bend you will find... Greenwood Lake!
And, if you listen carefully, you can hear the song of a woman lost and forgotten.
She lurks just below the surface of Greenwood lake deep in the mire where nothing lives and no sunlight can reach.
Always in limbo, always in wait...
Her transparent form floating seamlessly among the muck and mud with hair as wild as seaweed and as long as a brides veil. Her eyes - green as a fish...
And, if you listen carefully, you can hear the song of a woman lost and forgotten.
She lurks just below the surface of Greenwood lake deep in the mire where nothing lives and no sunlight can reach.
Always in limbo, always in wait...
Her transparent form floating seamlessly among the muck and mud with hair as wild as seaweed and as long as a brides veil. Her eyes - green as a fish...
#Halloween
#scary
#ghosts #mythology
#ghosts #mythology
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
12th Oct 2019 9:52pm
12th Oct 2019 9:52pm
Dream: One Tight Night Will Cure Thy Blight
Squirt the groundswell, but keep it a secret.
( sabateurs and other lightweight threats,
are emerging from corners).
Beware
the widow woman wrapped in black.
Offer no resistance. She'd be booked to board
the TITANIC, but mistakenly hopped the the OLYMPIC
(as all them StarLine tubs looked the same her).
Then was the figure of the mighty Jack Johnson.......
"And they wouldn't let Jack Johnson on board. They said:
this ship don't haul no coal, Fare the well, Titanic, fare-thee-well."
The...
( sabateurs and other lightweight threats,
are emerging from corners).
Beware
the widow woman wrapped in black.
Offer no resistance. She'd be booked to board
the TITANIC, but mistakenly hopped the the OLYMPIC
(as all them StarLine tubs looked the same her).
Then was the figure of the mighty Jack Johnson.......
"And they wouldn't let Jack Johnson on board. They said:
this ship don't haul no coal, Fare the well, Titanic, fare-thee-well."
The...
#regret
#sea
#water
#nature
#tragedy
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BabydoII
Itty Bitty
Itty Bitty
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 00:00am
11th Oct 2019 00:00am
Who Sent the Note?
Why are we here?" Annie asked. The silence had lingered too long and the old woman sitting in front of her seemed to be scrutinizing the very thread count of Annie's attire.
"Steven doesn't bring people he likes around here. He speaks to no one for a long period of time. He only speaks to me because of my gifts, my connection to the other side. But he has taken quite a liking to you. I wanted to meet you, see what he saw."
"So you sent that note? Well, I understand your reasons. But why are we here, in this place?"
A shiver was spreading violently...
"Steven doesn't bring people he likes around here. He speaks to no one for a long period of time. He only speaks to me because of my gifts, my connection to the other side. But he has taken quite a liking to you. I wanted to meet you, see what he saw."
"So you sent that note? Well, I understand your reasons. But why are we here, in this place?"
A shiver was spreading violently...
#death
#fiction
#ghosts #mystery
#ghosts #mystery
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MythKnightSon
MYKS
MYKS
Poem Published
9th Oct 2019 8:18am
9th Oct 2019 8:18am
Rio Luna
Struggling to recall what brought me here,
I stay flattened on the ground.
My eyes half-shut and my body, bare -
The cold wind blew with gloomy sound.
What am I doing in a place like this -
In the middle of a summer night?
What made me go so numbed like this?
What is that enticing light?
Ah.! The moon, so big, so full, that thing!
It scared the countless stars away…
I felt the grass against my skin
Brushing me, lulling me in a strange way.
Then slowly I turned to explore the place;
With my heavy head and weary...
I stay flattened on the ground.
My eyes half-shut and my body, bare -
The cold wind blew with gloomy sound.
What am I doing in a place like this -
In the middle of a summer night?
What made me go so numbed like this?
What is that enticing light?
Ah.! The moon, so big, so full, that thing!
It scared the countless stars away…
I felt the grass against my skin
Brushing me, lulling me in a strange way.
Then slowly I turned to explore the place;
With my heavy head and weary...
#love
#romantic
#dreams #TruthOfLife
#dreams #TruthOfLife
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midevil
Poem Published
8th Oct 2019 9:13pm
8th Oct 2019 9:13pm
Into The Woods
Away from the home a little girl roamed farther and farther she strayed.
Then in a rush she went deep in the brush until hopelessly losing her way.
Fighting her fear till shedding a tear she pondered a horrible fate.
She sat on the ground while looking around as it grew terribly late.
Among the timbering oak one gently spoke to the trembling child.
“Please have no fear, you’ll be safe with us here, sheltered from the wild.”
Shocked and surprised she doubted her eyes and her betraying ears.
Then one by one more trees joined in the fun to calm the little girls...
Then in a rush she went deep in the brush until hopelessly losing her way.
Fighting her fear till shedding a tear she pondered a horrible fate.
She sat on the ground while looking around as it grew terribly late.
Among the timbering oak one gently spoke to the trembling child.
“Please have no fear, you’ll be safe with us here, sheltered from the wild.”
Shocked and surprised she doubted her eyes and her betraying ears.
Then one by one more trees joined in the fun to calm the little girls...
#forest
#trees
#nature
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