Long Story Poems
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
adagio
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:55pm
Yesterday 11:55pm
Whimsy
It was a wistful longing for the night winds that had me pawing dark's sensuality. As my breath condensate in a brume of sooted smoke from the nearby chimneys. And I grinning a grin of a harlequin. As I lit the gaslights, a choir in the distance harken a carol. "O come all ye faithful..."
Beneath my button britches my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of my self. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the...
Beneath my button britches my manhood twitched, with Old Nick's itch. And with a glint in my monocle I sauntered to her portal. In hopes to grovel in her skirts.
Forgoing my roguish behavior in spite of my self. While under the thumb of my gin and sweet bouquet of gorse from the...
#dark
#erotic
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 10:56pm
4th Jul 2020 10:56pm
Return Customer
Since posting the pieces"Lil Man" and "Transporter," certain motherfuckers know who I Is Me is
But running our mouth on each other isn't our fucking biz
We hear, see, and say nothing, that's how we fucking live
From the barrio to the ghetto, we ride or die for the same blood or rib
Motherfuckers that let me climb through their windows when I couldn't stay at home
Bitches that stole food out of their parent's house when I Is Me didn't have a home
Fuck what those scientist say about how long you can live without food
I lived hungry long enough...
But running our mouth on each other isn't our fucking biz
We hear, see, and say nothing, that's how we fucking live
From the barrio to the ghetto, we ride or die for the same blood or rib
Motherfuckers that let me climb through their windows when I couldn't stay at home
Bitches that stole food out of their parent's house when I Is Me didn't have a home
Fuck what those scientist say about how long you can live without food
I lived hungry long enough...
#corruption
#money
#inequality #poverty
#inequality #poverty
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 4:08am
4th Jul 2020 4:08am
Caged Heat
Can you imagine walking among the carnage of reality
Your destiny was to discover that there is no such a thing as infinity
To know there's a beginning and end, I've mentally closed the loop
Into a Mobius strip containing time and space riding on truth
Lies and everything corrupt is simply negative energy
My dragon has been well fed off of those that defy me
Never mind whatever deity you bow to, be they of darkness or light
I am the only one left of my race and I must show my might
Invading Nebular and killing stars before they're born ...
Your destiny was to discover that there is no such a thing as infinity
To know there's a beginning and end, I've mentally closed the loop
Into a Mobius strip containing time and space riding on truth
Lies and everything corrupt is simply negative energy
My dragon has been well fed off of those that defy me
Never mind whatever deity you bow to, be they of darkness or light
I am the only one left of my race and I must show my might
Invading Nebular and killing stars before they're born ...
#anger
#hate
#corruption
#politics
#humankind
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miseryomy
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 4:07am
4th Jul 2020 4:07am
A crippled ruthless fairy (Complete)
A crippled ruthless fairy Pt.1 (Begin Fairy Tale Block)
A crippled fairy exalted in torment, banished from the lands.
A crooked walk, with broken wings, and crippled hands.
Jet black eyes like the blackholes in stories of space.
Wrinkles and cobwebs adorned their tattered face.
Long creepy brown nails almost match their height.
A slow crippling crawl on the forest ground in the night.
Little strands of hair on his head look like ancient string.
On this very occasion a set of rusty blades he would bring.
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A crippled...
A crippled fairy exalted in torment, banished from the lands.
A crooked walk, with broken wings, and crippled hands.
Jet black eyes like the blackholes in stories of space.
Wrinkles and cobwebs adorned their tattered face.
Long creepy brown nails almost match their height.
A slow crippling crawl on the forest ground in the night.
Little strands of hair on his head look like ancient string.
On this very occasion a set of rusty blades he would bring.
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A crippled...
#dark
#death
#fate
#nightmares
#curse
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congress
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 1:39pm
30th Jun 2020 1:39pm
Part 1: We were robbed, but guess what! IT'S FINE!!!
Not so long but yesteryear
A system was architectured
Africa was turned into a wild forest
Peers and folks were no longer wise friends
1000 thousands blacks on sale
Lousy thousands blacks for sale
We came from so far to just mute without any say
Lingering hearts of Mom and Dad in a sad deep pain
Naturally black and curly hungry child left in pain
The only sound is from the painful outcry and grenades
The young lads and lassies are left without any trace
The smell death is here and hope has left the space ...
A system was architectured
Africa was turned into a wild forest
Peers and folks were no longer wise friends
1000 thousands blacks on sale
Lousy thousands blacks for sale
We came from so far to just mute without any say
Lingering hearts of Mom and Dad in a sad deep pain
Naturally black and curly hungry child left in pain
The only sound is from the painful outcry and grenades
The young lads and lassies are left without any trace
The smell death is here and hope has left the space ...
#strength
#courage
#TimeHeals #respect
#TimeHeals #respect
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congress
Poem Published
29th Jun 2020 7:46am
29th Jun 2020 7:46am
We did everything together, but...
We smiled, we laughed but we forgot to realize the noble moments to cherish
We differed, we argued and she will cry but it was too late to show how much I cared
Her soul will cry to its relief and out of anger she cared no more until she decided
I lost every sense and it was too late for my conscience to realize her innocence
Nevertheless, I find comfort when I refer to my carelessness as life’s greatest lessons
We sweat to bring the sweetness – We were blind to realize there was no salt to yield sweetness
We should have relaxed to enjoy the taste of...
We differed, we argued and she will cry but it was too late to show how much I cared
Her soul will cry to its relief and out of anger she cared no more until she decided
I lost every sense and it was too late for my conscience to realize her innocence
Nevertheless, I find comfort when I refer to my carelessness as life’s greatest lessons
We sweat to bring the sweetness – We were blind to realize there was no salt to yield sweetness
We should have relaxed to enjoy the taste of...
#love
#kindness
#forgiveness
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Danny11714
Danny117
Danny117
Poem Published
27th Jun 2020 1:56am
27th Jun 2020 1:56am
Surprise
#lust
#erotic
#lover
#passion
#orgasm
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WordScape
Casey Brock
Casey Brock
Poem Published
24th Jun 2020 3:16am
24th Jun 2020 3:16am
The Phoenix
There once was a fire in the eyes of the husk that stands before you
Skin frail as ash with cracks that splinter through it
Truth be told, there's still an ember
Look closely to catch its flicker
There's a story in the lines of every fracture
There is such detail recorded in this disaster
A story wrote in fire, finely etched as if by torch
Wrote boldly, in italics
A tale of how the earth was scorched
Around the husk, lay piles of dust
In which the wind refuses its touch
They lay neatly as if at home
These ashes were once a...
Skin frail as ash with cracks that splinter through it
Truth be told, there's still an ember
Look closely to catch its flicker
There's a story in the lines of every fracture
There is such detail recorded in this disaster
A story wrote in fire, finely etched as if by torch
Wrote boldly, in italics
A tale of how the earth was scorched
Around the husk, lay piles of dust
In which the wind refuses its touch
They lay neatly as if at home
These ashes were once a...
#dark
#rebirth
#uplifting #despair
#uplifting #despair
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hgnichols
Poem Published
23rd Jun 2020 3:23am
23rd Jun 2020 3:23am
Canto VII: Kulpa Seeds His Feast
The poet said: Observing as they loved,
Kulpa, feaster of the pain of guilt
began to form a plan, his hunger great.
He waited for the sleep of drink to come,
and changing form as is the specialty
of all his kind, descended in to Fe’s
sleeping visions in the form of Hul
to sow the seeds of fear in fertile soil
as Fe’s subconscious tried to understand
the wild change this evening would impose.
Fe saw a vision of the coming years;
her dreaming mind convinced its eye told true.
And in the vision Hul was not himself,
but...
Kulpa, feaster of the pain of guilt
began to form a plan, his hunger great.
He waited for the sleep of drink to come,
and changing form as is the specialty
of all his kind, descended in to Fe’s
sleeping visions in the form of Hul
to sow the seeds of fear in fertile soil
as Fe’s subconscious tried to understand
the wild change this evening would impose.
Fe saw a vision of the coming years;
her dreaming mind convinced its eye told true.
And in the vision Hul was not himself,
but...
#friendship
#betrayal
#tragedy
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miseryomy
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2020 4:26am
22nd Jun 2020 4:26am
A beautiful broken piano (A ghostly tale)
Every day I would walk by that house and wave hello.
An apathetic stare beyond the winds blow.
Never seen a smile or even a blink.
Rumors say he’s dead, others say he just thinks.
-
One day I walked by and looked through his window.
In awe I saw a beautiful yet broken piano.
I saw his smile with a friendly nod and wink.
To be honest I was scared and didn’t know what to think.
-
Another day I passed by and he wasn’t even there.
A peek through his window and he was seated in his chair.
Playing the broken piano and humming a tune. ...
An apathetic stare beyond the winds blow.
Never seen a smile or even a blink.
Rumors say he’s dead, others say he just thinks.
-
One day I walked by and looked through his window.
In awe I saw a beautiful yet broken piano.
I saw his smile with a friendly nod and wink.
To be honest I was scared and didn’t know what to think.
-
Another day I passed by and he wasn’t even there.
A peek through his window and he was seated in his chair.
Playing the broken piano and humming a tune. ...
#anxiety
#loneliness
#confusion
#apathy
#fear
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PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
19th Jun 2020 7:12pm
19th Jun 2020 7:12pm
The Fountain And The Border
Dedicated to Muslim women
By the fountain east of the Turkish border,
My Muslim lover waits for me
I shall be at her side before nightfall
And I shall gently brush her face
Something goes wrong with our rendezvous
The rebels abduct me unexpectedly
Somehow they think I am an informer
Here in this dark and damp cave I pray
I recall the nights I spent with my darling
We had good times at the fountain
How I miss the moonlight and my guitar
The rebels are holding me in...
By the fountain east of the Turkish border,
My Muslim lover waits for me
I shall be at her side before nightfall
And I shall gently brush her face
Something goes wrong with our rendezvous
The rebels abduct me unexpectedly
Somehow they think I am an informer
Here in this dark and damp cave I pray
I recall the nights I spent with my darling
We had good times at the fountain
How I miss the moonlight and my guitar
The rebels are holding me in...
#love
#hope
#water
#snow
#guitars
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Pimp2ThaFuture04
Poem Published
18th Jun 2020 3:15pm
18th Jun 2020 3:15pm
Latchkey Kid
I had a vision I was holding a
Pendulum Just like the scales of Libra
And a reflection spoke to me and
said don't tryda flatter me
For entry I'm the gatekeeper
It was just doubt talking negativity towards me I've always knew I was going to grow up to be a leader
Because I would never quite fit in
The keys I was given
Was different
They were made very
Light and thin but
my keys was so special
They gave me the ultimate power
to unlock heavy doors
Especially...
Pendulum Just like the scales of Libra
And a reflection spoke to me and
said don't tryda flatter me
For entry I'm the gatekeeper
It was just doubt talking negativity towards me I've always knew I was going to grow up to be a leader
Because I would never quite fit in
The keys I was given
Was different
They were made very
Light and thin but
my keys was so special
They gave me the ultimate power
to unlock heavy doors
Especially...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#mystery
#freedom
#SelfDiscovery
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