Popular Story Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
paperstains
Poem Published
5th Jun 2022 8:58pm
5th Jun 2022 8:58pm
Cue the Orchestra
From shadows
concealed in curtains of time
and distance
I can only watch as the dance
begins and bursts into motion
unfolding an old story
of something more than lust
because the need, the want
is bigger than that
In fluid nod to noir
she begs for death
little deaths at a time
by dozens of small cuts
desperate desire to feel the blade
pierce parts of her
that need a fix
an addict in relapse
sober lacks drama
and drama is too much to resist ...
concealed in curtains of time
and distance
I can only watch as the dance
begins and bursts into motion
unfolding an old story
of something more than lust
because the need, the want
is bigger than that
In fluid nod to noir
she begs for death
little deaths at a time
by dozens of small cuts
desperate desire to feel the blade
pierce parts of her
that need a fix
an addict in relapse
sober lacks drama
and drama is too much to resist ...
#lust
#fall
#obsession
151 reads
10 Comments
Kasai
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 7:27am
7th Jun 2022 7:27am
Pretty things
Lay hold of my heart
like the moon does the sea.
I pray my soul thrives
In the darkest of depths
and I never forget the sun.
Love is a beautiful tyranny
and the winner
always loses the most.
May someone remember
the light in our eyes...
like the moon does the sea.
I pray my soul thrives
In the darkest of depths
and I never forget the sun.
Love is a beautiful tyranny
and the winner
always loses the most.
May someone remember
the light in our eyes...
#love
137 reads
8 Comments
MissPoppet
Poem Published
21st Jun 2022 6:47pm
21st Jun 2022 6:47pm
Scheherazade
A thousand stories shine
on honey skin and the tips
of hungry fingers and the weaving
of hips through starry skies.
She spins her safety on the scimitar,
beautiful and terrifying equal measures
coursing lifeblood and memories
through her veins.
Stay alive.
on honey skin and the tips
of hungry fingers and the weaving
of hips through starry skies.
She spins her safety on the scimitar,
beautiful and terrifying equal measures
coursing lifeblood and memories
through her veins.
Stay alive.
#narrative
79 reads
8 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
30th May 2022 8:42am
30th May 2022 8:42am
The Shady Lady
Joe was the grandest
of gardeners;
He had spent his
lifetime studying
in the field of horticulture,
and hulticulture's various sub-forms.
Joe kept a beautiful
garden, where
the pavers were always
placed perfectly,
winding throughout,
and the soils were exact;
watered and drained,
& with exquisite PH
for all the lovely blossoms.
Joe loved his decorative
garden, and he knew
the language
of the flowers that lived there.
And so it would happen,
one day, ...
of gardeners;
He had spent his
lifetime studying
in the field of horticulture,
and hulticulture's various sub-forms.
Joe kept a beautiful
garden, where
the pavers were always
placed perfectly,
winding throughout,
and the soils were exact;
watered and drained,
& with exquisite PH
for all the lovely blossoms.
Joe loved his decorative
garden, and he knew
the language
of the flowers that lived there.
And so it would happen,
one day, ...
#scifi
138 reads
4 Comments
MissPoppet
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2022 8:43pm
22nd Jun 2022 8:43pm
Lydia
She left,
the quiet of dark whispering her name;
the peace she had been promised
dancing just out of reach.
Weary bones carried her through the desert –
even when she rained an entire life
the ground stayed dry,
cracked into veins and capillaries
carrying dust and shriveled wind
to her heart and lungs.
She hoped she had been enough,
that someone had benefited
from her tears and blistered howls.
There was no promise of another storm on the horizon,
but she could feel her.
the quiet of dark whispering her name;
the peace she had been promised
dancing just out of reach.
Weary bones carried her through the desert –
even when she rained an entire life
the ground stayed dry,
cracked into veins and capillaries
carrying dust and shriveled wind
to her heart and lungs.
She hoped she had been enough,
that someone had benefited
from her tears and blistered howls.
There was no promise of another storm on the horizon,
but she could feel her.
#women
#feminism
75 reads
4 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
7th Jun 2022 4:04am
7th Jun 2022 4:04am
Asclepius
I was given to the earth
through an umbilical cord.
I held it in my hand for the feeling...
The snake belonged to me
as per God's longing,
and he was my only companion.
I didn't like the snake much;
I couldn't understand him
because he refused to speak.
The snake was a trickster,
he would get me into
situations with his trance,
and then just hiss,
slither off, and laugh at me.
Seemingly as I was
his entertainment.
I would get...
through an umbilical cord.
I held it in my hand for the feeling...
The snake belonged to me
as per God's longing,
and he was my only companion.
I didn't like the snake much;
I couldn't understand him
because he refused to speak.
The snake was a trickster,
he would get me into
situations with his trance,
and then just hiss,
slither off, and laugh at me.
Seemingly as I was
his entertainment.
I would get...
#narrative
#healing
#wisdom
98 reads
2 Comments
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