Long Story Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
wallyroo92
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 1:51pm
19th Mar 2023 1:51pm
The Shack in the Woods
A little boy wondered into the green woods
Not too far away from the church picnic grounds
For on this Easter egg hunt he wanted all the goods
So he thought he would have to go beyond the bounds
He came upon an old wooden crooked shack
“This is where I might find that egg laying hare”
Thinking this was a special place he never looked back
But the boy didn’t understand this was a witch’s lair
A scraggly old looking woman came outside
And saw the boy much to her surprise and delight
The little boy stared right back at her...
Not too far away from the church picnic grounds
For on this Easter egg hunt he wanted all the goods
So he thought he would have to go beyond the bounds
He came upon an old wooden crooked shack
“This is where I might find that egg laying hare”
Thinking this was a special place he never looked back
But the boy didn’t understand this was a witch’s lair
A scraggly old looking woman came outside
And saw the boy much to her surprise and delight
The little boy stared right back at her...
#Easter
#scary
#witches
52 reads
4 Comments
Poetic_Quill
Mister Write
Mister Write
Poem Published
8th Mar 2023 11:38pm
8th Mar 2023 11:38pm
Ahem
Under the radiant silvery moon
arrayed in blue is the mistress Christine
in the envelope of its soft cocoon
unfolds a fable that is most serene
a daughter of the sky stands attentive
as the clouds dance in lunar pirouettes
words jig on the leaf as an incentive
chasing off shadow’s inky silhouettes
solid bone white, the book’s open pages
and giddiness brims in the western sky
a stern look from the wisest of sages
commencement of the lesson draweth nigh
“Ahem,” said Christine, “Grab your pencil please”
but...
arrayed in blue is the mistress Christine
in the envelope of its soft cocoon
unfolds a fable that is most serene
a daughter of the sky stands attentive
as the clouds dance in lunar pirouettes
words jig on the leaf as an incentive
chasing off shadow’s inky silhouettes
solid bone white, the book’s open pages
and giddiness brims in the western sky
a stern look from the wisest of sages
commencement of the lesson draweth nigh
“Ahem,” said Christine, “Grab your pencil please”
but...
#fairies
48 reads
4 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
7th Mar 2023 1:10pm
7th Mar 2023 1:10pm
Various Nightmares
The emotion of this dream was betrayal and rage. She wouldn’t talk to me, wouldn’t tell me what I did wrong. I was so deeply hurt, she was hanging out with some hot guy. I was so angry, I was starting to feel the urge to get violent. She was afraid of me because of this. So I made myself small and folded into dark corners, knowing I needed to leave her alone for her own safety. But I ran into her later in the dream, and sheepishly watched as she lived her new life with that hot guy, unbothered by the destruction she had made of our marriage.
And the next night, the emotion of this...
And the next night, the emotion of this...
#anger
#betrayal
#violence
#nightmares
#manipulation
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Poetic_Quill
Mister Write
Mister Write
Poem Published
1st Mar 2023 11:59pm
1st Mar 2023 11:59pm
Stela (iii)
An Old Soul
The drone from the engines of the twin-otter played on the edge of Connor’s hearing, his attention squarely on his laptop and the e-mails he had received over the past couple of weeks. E-mails regarding the archaeological site, or rather his archaeological site. He needed to keep his mind occupied for the duration of the flight. He absolutely hated flying in small aircraft. Flying in any aircraft unnerved him but the small planes really bothered him. He had considered getting drunk before boarding the plane but decided the hangover wouldn’t be worth the misery....
The drone from the engines of the twin-otter played on the edge of Connor’s hearing, his attention squarely on his laptop and the e-mails he had received over the past couple of weeks. E-mails regarding the archaeological site, or rather his archaeological site. He needed to keep his mind occupied for the duration of the flight. He absolutely hated flying in small aircraft. Flying in any aircraft unnerved him but the small planes really bothered him. He had considered getting drunk before boarding the plane but decided the hangover wouldn’t be worth the misery....
#fiction
#historical
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Poetic_Quill
Mister Write
Mister Write
Poem Published
1st Mar 2023 3:50pm
1st Mar 2023 3:50pm
Stela (ii)
Whirl of blades slice through the air accompanied by grunts. Clash of steel on steel and the sparks there of. One final stroke and a hamstring is cut. In a last ditch effort a hand is raised, glowing softly, and a bolt of light flashes towards the opponent. An unfortunate miss as the bolt sails past and hits a cliff wall. Seared into the stone is a concentric circle with satellite circles and connecting lines. The symbol glows molten red. Seconds later a blade pierces flesh.
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The...
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The...
#angels
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
20th Feb 2023 12:46pm
20th Feb 2023 12:46pm
Henry and S.
Henry and S were in the midst of love making. Something was peculiar about S that night. She was horny. Yes she was the horniest creature on earth and to his greatest surprise he could not make it out why. They had a good relation, nice friendship, but when it came to sleeping together even though she never said no. She seemed withdrawn in her world. She liked being touched, kissed, embraced and penetrated. But there was no glitter in her eye. This day she seemed a creature from hell that had just taken the worst potion of all and was just perplexed, thrown in the floor, battered, in pain...
#SelfDiscovery
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Stoney223
Poem Published
8th Feb 2023 2:40am
8th Feb 2023 2:40am
LIFE HAS A WAY OF SLOWING US DOWN
Have you heard that life it self has a wonderful way of making you, STOP AND LOOK AND SUDDENLY LISTEN TO YOUR OWN HEART BEAT. For it is necessary that you pay attention to the signs of the times, for the universe is talking to your body and soul and mind, even through the deepness of your dreams. Have you heard of the illusions that captures your thoughts on the magic carpet ride, yet those same kind of images can probably get into the chambers of your dreams and past lives to the awakening of lovers of past and present, even damage your future plans to have the dream of a wonderful life and...
#LifeCycle
#gratitude
#admiration
#respect
#LookingForLove
162 reads
4 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
7th Feb 2023 5:52pm
7th Feb 2023 5:52pm
the regress
turn the word and spin
it is with pain I turn the pages of the verse
it is secret and sacred
an old art to conjure the winds
by which light right
of course by none
for the dark void alone, was
swimming through time
searching the emptiness for a likeness like her own
sadly there were none
she had visions that both excited her and frightened her
future realms and beings to excite her
she was a Queen on her throne
with particles of space gathered about her
they were her men
there only job was to feed her sex ...
it is with pain I turn the pages of the verse
it is secret and sacred
an old art to conjure the winds
by which light right
of course by none
for the dark void alone, was
swimming through time
searching the emptiness for a likeness like her own
sadly there were none
she had visions that both excited her and frightened her
future realms and beings to excite her
she was a Queen on her throne
with particles of space gathered about her
they were her men
there only job was to feed her sex ...
#love
#dark
93 reads
2 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
6th Feb 2023 10:41am
6th Feb 2023 10:41am
dead man and newspaper
A dead man and newspapers
It was an extremely cold winter in 1947 the country was exhausted
and the German army who did construction work, building new roads
repairing the old ones had kept many civilians in employment
But the army had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one sitting still; she secured two newspaper rounds
one in the morning and one in the afternoon
I was her helper, more I think, so she could keep an eye on me
In a courtyard, I saw a man sitting on the steps by the entrance
of a house, he sat very still and...
It was an extremely cold winter in 1947 the country was exhausted
and the German army who did construction work, building new roads
repairing the old ones had kept many civilians in employment
But the army had surrendered and taken the train home
Mother was not one sitting still; she secured two newspaper rounds
one in the morning and one in the afternoon
I was her helper, more I think, so she could keep an eye on me
In a courtyard, I saw a man sitting on the steps by the entrance
of a house, he sat very still and...
#happiness
#love
#kindness
#hope
#inspirational
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Losthepoet
Adventurer
Adventurer
Poem Published
4th Feb 2023 3:33am
4th Feb 2023 3:33am
True loves reach Part 1
Relationships can be sensational
In reality it can be fictional if no actions are applied at first glance it seems like it’s a rainbow and unicorns but it’s just another storm brewing how alluding relationships can be
Those who you love and believe in they will be the ones to blow steam into your face causing you to bleed and to burn
Oh the hurt and the pain
What did I gain
just a heart in flames
enraged by the deceit the gossip
what hardship
Finding myself in a location
that I believed to be
A reward...
In reality it can be fictional if no actions are applied at first glance it seems like it’s a rainbow and unicorns but it’s just another storm brewing how alluding relationships can be
Those who you love and believe in they will be the ones to blow steam into your face causing you to bleed and to burn
Oh the hurt and the pain
What did I gain
just a heart in flames
enraged by the deceit the gossip
what hardship
Finding myself in a location
that I believed to be
A reward...
#faith
#TruthOfLife
#redemption #morality
#redemption #morality
95 reads
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2023 12:11pm
3rd Feb 2023 12:11pm
match made on earth
my heart and mind share equal standing at their core; the "dreamer" in me, often bruised though never completely snuffed out before....
living in the moment; seldom opened windows-always closed-locked doors;
i often wished i either were the only born child or never at all even more-despite the love i have for my blood from my core....
never have I've completely embraced this earth- I've gradually came to know; I've always been a drifter-wandering with...
living in the moment; seldom opened windows-always closed-locked doors;
i often wished i either were the only born child or never at all even more-despite the love i have for my blood from my core....
never have I've completely embraced this earth- I've gradually came to know; I've always been a drifter-wandering with...
#relationships
#peace
#LifeCycle
#escape
#philosophical
120 reads
Nebulous
Poem Published
31st Jan 2023 7:21pm
31st Jan 2023 7:21pm
The Boy Who Cried Snizzerwit
The Boy Who Cried Snizzerwit
a storypoem of dark fantasy
****
On dim dismal eves when wind blows through the boles,
whipping leaves to wet piles, lake waves to the shoals,
and flames ebb on a cold cobbled hearth,
shedding shadows sans laughter and mirth,
the following tale passes parent to child,
blankets bundled close, eyes round and wild,
as retold are the tales of a past misdeed,
replayed to remember, not allowed to recede
from the collective recall of all...
a storypoem of dark fantasy
****
On dim dismal eves when wind blows through the boles,
whipping leaves to wet piles, lake waves to the shoals,
and flames ebb on a cold cobbled hearth,
shedding shadows sans laughter and mirth,
the following tale passes parent to child,
blankets bundled close, eyes round and wild,
as retold are the tales of a past misdeed,
replayed to remember, not allowed to recede
from the collective recall of all...
#dark
#children
#death #horror
#death #horror
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