Popular Story Poems
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
8th Nov 2022 1:29pm
8th Nov 2022 1:29pm
Paris, 1922
I’d like to go to Paris in the 1920s
(getting out before the Germans come,
of course) and be an art groupie,
hanging out with Eliot and Stein
and maybe being painted as
a living watch or violin
by Salvador Dali.
Even though, as my brother observed,
the streets would stink of piss
and Paris day-to-day
would be just as barbarian
as Clacton job centre.
And yet my fantasy remains... of jazz cafes
and whores lined up outside salons
with long French cigarettes,
profiled by the elegant streetlights...
of...
(getting out before the Germans come,
of course) and be an art groupie,
hanging out with Eliot and Stein
and maybe being painted as
a living watch or violin
by Salvador Dali.
Even though, as my brother observed,
the streets would stink of piss
and Paris day-to-day
would be just as barbarian
as Clacton job centre.
And yet my fantasy remains... of jazz cafes
and whores lined up outside salons
with long French cigarettes,
profiled by the elegant streetlights...
of...
#romantic
#dreams
#FallingInLove #historical
#FallingInLove #historical
47 reads
6 Comments
XiaoLong
Poem Published
16th Nov 2022 11:25am
16th Nov 2022 11:25am
As She Walks In
As she walks in,
i would’ve tasted the fragrant ambrosia,
she’s like an alluring beauty from Polynesia,
I could’ve admired her in awe, yet I was looking away after the first glance,
sense of ravenous nature, yet the innocence left me in trance,
I should’ve embraced her elegance tightly in my arms,
but it’s her honestly of life, beds of thorny roses that was the alarms!
As she walks in,
I would’ve danced with her, I’m the devil in the pale moonlight,
swaying away gently, holding her tightly, through the night,
I could’ve charmed her, with...
i would’ve tasted the fragrant ambrosia,
she’s like an alluring beauty from Polynesia,
I could’ve admired her in awe, yet I was looking away after the first glance,
sense of ravenous nature, yet the innocence left me in trance,
I should’ve embraced her elegance tightly in my arms,
but it’s her honestly of life, beds of thorny roses that was the alarms!
As she walks in,
I would’ve danced with her, I’m the devil in the pale moonlight,
swaying away gently, holding her tightly, through the night,
I could’ve charmed her, with...
#sadness
#love
#regret #passion
#regret #passion
74 reads
2 Comments
ThePoet632
Poem Published
1st Dec 2022 7:18am
1st Dec 2022 7:18am
The Innocent Spirit Of The Wild Forest
This morn i ghosted out into the woods
Seeking relief and a quite spot to brood
Still, was the sparrows in his nest sleeping
And the morning flower with dew dripping
But the forest was fast asleep, misty veiled
Like a mythic jungle, underwood smoke, sailed
Only a hoo and a cracking sound, i could sense
As if that morn, all the beings were in sylvan trance
Damp soil, the eath feels meek beneath my feet
A mythical vibe vibrates in the dead atmosphere
Those tall pine trees witnessed my childhood treat
In the forest we haunted, we...
Seeking relief and a quite spot to brood
Still, was the sparrows in his nest sleeping
And the morning flower with dew dripping
But the forest was fast asleep, misty veiled
Like a mythic jungle, underwood smoke, sailed
Only a hoo and a cracking sound, i could sense
As if that morn, all the beings were in sylvan trance
Damp soil, the eath feels meek beneath my feet
A mythical vibe vibrates in the dead atmosphere
Those tall pine trees witnessed my childhood treat
In the forest we haunted, we...
#childhood
47 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
15th Nov 2022 2:16pm
15th Nov 2022 2:16pm
The Guy with No Face
I am the guy without a face
and I’ve been sitting here
for forty-seven years,
the remnant of a bonfire
that no-one cared to move
once all the sticks were packed way
and children gone to bed.
And so the ageing cuffs of hay
about my wooden limbs and head
have stayed slumped on this old sofa,
the only hint of Guy Fawkes night
besides my Worzel Gummdige hat.
I’ve worn to celebrate ball games
the St George flag, with rattles in my fists
and once a vuvuzela stuck between my head
and chest. A Santa hat and suit
with...
and I’ve been sitting here
for forty-seven years,
the remnant of a bonfire
that no-one cared to move
once all the sticks were packed way
and children gone to bed.
And so the ageing cuffs of hay
about my wooden limbs and head
have stayed slumped on this old sofa,
the only hint of Guy Fawkes night
besides my Worzel Gummdige hat.
I’ve worn to celebrate ball games
the St George flag, with rattles in my fists
and once a vuvuzela stuck between my head
and chest. A Santa hat and suit
with...
#God
#ghosts
34 reads
7 Comments
princeofrealness
Poem Published
9th Nov 2022 2:12am
9th Nov 2022 2:12am
Living by the ocean
Below zero is what I’m use to,
Winter storms and sharp cold breeze
hitting my cheeks.
Cutting my skin,
making my eyes water,
tears falling as the weather gets colder.
So we packed the car because we are tired of this state. (Upstate, New York)
I’m ready to live next to the water.
Now we are living by the ocean,
The waves are so hypnotizing,
My eyes are gazing at the thickness of the suds, white and bubbles running up the sand, soft to my feet so beautiful like poetry. I can’t believe I’m living by the ocean.
So hypnotizing, the...
Winter storms and sharp cold breeze
hitting my cheeks.
Cutting my skin,
making my eyes water,
tears falling as the weather gets colder.
So we packed the car because we are tired of this state. (Upstate, New York)
I’m ready to live next to the water.
Now we are living by the ocean,
The waves are so hypnotizing,
My eyes are gazing at the thickness of the suds, white and bubbles running up the sand, soft to my feet so beautiful like poetry. I can’t believe I’m living by the ocean.
So hypnotizing, the...
#water
56 reads
6 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
6th Nov 2022 8:06pm
6th Nov 2022 8:06pm
Dandelion Pappus
One among many but so unlike all of the rest
Why should this particular flower on this particular hill stand out from the rest
The odds are astronomical, the answer is anyone's guess
The only thing that's of certainty is the pain I've been taught to digest
Planted by fate in soil that rejected me
Ordered fed and nourished by a sun that neglected me
Weather battered, isolated, I was expected to fend for self
While all the others were wanted and picked, I was the only one left
My remaining petals were weather beaten, I looked as of last season...
Why should this particular flower on this particular hill stand out from the rest
The odds are astronomical, the answer is anyone's guess
The only thing that's of certainty is the pain I've been taught to digest
Planted by fate in soil that rejected me
Ordered fed and nourished by a sun that neglected me
Weather battered, isolated, I was expected to fend for self
While all the others were wanted and picked, I was the only one left
My remaining petals were weather beaten, I looked as of last season...
#narrative
60 reads
2 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
28th Nov 2022 11:29pm
28th Nov 2022 11:29pm
Gifts of War
"The calmed chaos is a signal for me to be on my way
Because I have been posted up in this abandoned house all day,
"Lucked-up with a whore offering pussy and head
For some of my rations and a loaf of half-eaten bread,
"We understand it is all about survival
So, both of our needs were satisfied with my arrival,
"In the corner she drains cum as I disappear into the night
The enemy is...
Because I have been posted up in this abandoned house all day,
"Lucked-up with a whore offering pussy and head
For some of my rations and a loaf of half-eaten bread,
"We understand it is all about survival
So, both of our needs were satisfied with my arrival,
"In the corner she drains cum as I disappear into the night
The enemy is...
#war
52 reads
2 Comments
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