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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
12th Aug 2019 2:02pm
12th Aug 2019 2:02pm
Underground
It's quiet here now,
wetter than ever before,
cracks in the cave let in floods of water hollowing and shutting off the 'scape.
I hear the walls
singing ancient tales of drier years
where masses of us crawled down in the dark,
before electricity and tourism moved in.
It's evolved, in many positive ways, you know
but time has changed it,
original bones destroyed.
I can't leave.
There is an odd peace, a cool, consistent temperature,
anonymity of the deep, secrets
I found in the years of furious and frequent...
wetter than ever before,
cracks in the cave let in floods of water hollowing and shutting off the 'scape.
I hear the walls
singing ancient tales of drier years
where masses of us crawled down in the dark,
before electricity and tourism moved in.
It's evolved, in many positive ways, you know
but time has changed it,
original bones destroyed.
I can't leave.
There is an odd peace, a cool, consistent temperature,
anonymity of the deep, secrets
I found in the years of furious and frequent...
#home
#silence
#honesty #WritingPoetry
#honesty #WritingPoetry
62 reads
12 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2019 3:29am
3rd Aug 2019 3:29am
Our First Wood Stove
Down in the southern section of Georgia where my family come from, we were the first in our whole neck of the woods to have a first rate wood stove. If you come from our area, you would know those farm houses with the tin roofs get cold in the winter time. That tin holds onto them freezing weathers, trapping them inside the walls just as good as it holds that miserable heat in the Summer.
Our farmhouse was built like most back then, a chimney and fireplace attached to one side of the living room. And of course, we had ours, it was pretty to look at while going. But try as anyone...
Our farmhouse was built like most back then, a chimney and fireplace attached to one side of the living room. And of course, we had ours, it was pretty to look at while going. But try as anyone...
#mother
#father
#children
#family
#memories
72 reads
10 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2019 6:30pm
2nd Aug 2019 6:30pm
Delicious
#erotic
#funny
#dirty
214 reads
12 Comments
Gahddess_Worship
Poem Published
20th Aug 2019 11:05pm
20th Aug 2019 11:05pm
QUINCEAÑERA
A pleasant Summer breeze
whispers through the ahuehuete
slightly agitating las luminarias
that border with shimmering light
the expansive red-brick patio
festively decorated with garlands
of pink and white papel picado
In my red taffeta dress,
lovingly hand sewn by mi mamá,
con mi papá I dance el vals tradicional.
I'm the center of attention
in a large crowd of smiling familia y amigos.
The fragrance of my bouquet of quince rosas,
the sound of música alegre
played by el Mariachi,
thrill my senses.
Mi...
whispers through the ahuehuete
slightly agitating las luminarias
that border with shimmering light
the expansive red-brick patio
festively decorated with garlands
of pink and white papel picado
In my red taffeta dress,
lovingly hand sewn by mi mamá,
con mi papá I dance el vals tradicional.
I'm the center of attention
in a large crowd of smiling familia y amigos.
The fragrance of my bouquet of quince rosas,
the sound of música alegre
played by el Mariachi,
thrill my senses.
Mi...
#sadness
#anger
#love
#family
#music
44 reads
10 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
20th Aug 2019 10:51am
20th Aug 2019 10:51am
May Haven Dreaming
In the dusk I let a wild stag into my garden.
His violent weapons duck beneath the archway. In an otherwise relatively calm place,
beside ants herding aphids,
beside hornets hunting bees,
he bows, almost ancient.
I encourage him further,
note the open wound beneath his left ribs.
He stumbles, losing strength.
I lead him to the lawn where he collapses, gash flapping, open mouth gasping,
blood covers my hands and feet.
He gently fits -
an owl flits overhead.
He fades, as softly as stars -
as if he had never been, as if he never...
His violent weapons duck beneath the archway. In an otherwise relatively calm place,
beside ants herding aphids,
beside hornets hunting bees,
he bows, almost ancient.
I encourage him further,
note the open wound beneath his left ribs.
He stumbles, losing strength.
I lead him to the lawn where he collapses, gash flapping, open mouth gasping,
blood covers my hands and feet.
He gently fits -
an owl flits overhead.
He fades, as softly as stars -
as if he had never been, as if he never...
#identity
#dreams
#animals
34 reads
5 Comments
takis1917
Poem Published
21st Aug 2019 11:40am
21st Aug 2019 11:40am
Today XV
Today,
he started the day
intending to speak up
on the global burning issues.
Utmost urgency
energized his whole being...
Anger and fury
fed his feverish thoughts...
So much to be said!
So much to be done!...
And...
He, really, had not much to say...
In all honesty,
he had nothing to say...
Took honesty out of the equation
and he spoke volumes!
Volumes
in terms of volume, that is...
Endless sequences of words
tyrannically degraded to meaninglessness... ...
he started the day
intending to speak up
on the global burning issues.
Utmost urgency
energized his whole being...
Anger and fury
fed his feverish thoughts...
So much to be said!
So much to be done!...
And...
He, really, had not much to say...
In all honesty,
he had nothing to say...
Took honesty out of the equation
and he spoke volumes!
Volumes
in terms of volume, that is...
Endless sequences of words
tyrannically degraded to meaninglessness... ...
#parody
29 reads
3 Comments
AndyJHale
Andy J Hale
Andy J Hale
Poem Published
9th Aug 2019 4:21am
9th Aug 2019 4:21am
Soquili
Breathing fire
nostrils flared
Galloping, galloping
through the midnight air
into the ocean breeze
Black sand darkness
Goodnight blue sea
Soquili dreams
beneath a heavy silence
Galloping, galloping away
Blood red painted
Purple palm trees
Galloping, galloping
along the sand
into the ocean waves
Your eyes are crashing
Is it death or a dream?
Soquili rest in peace and quiet
Galloping, galloping away
nostrils flared
Galloping, galloping
through the midnight air
into the ocean breeze
Black sand darkness
Goodnight blue sea
Soquili dreams
beneath a heavy silence
Galloping, galloping away
Blood red painted
Purple palm trees
Galloping, galloping
along the sand
into the ocean waves
Your eyes are crashing
Is it death or a dream?
Soquili rest in peace and quiet
Galloping, galloping away
#horses
47 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
melvin scott
melvin scott
Poem Published
25th Jul 2019 4:44pm
25th Jul 2019 4:44pm
MOONLIGHT RAISING
Here within this atmosphere were my frequency vibrates at an level that becomes so intoxicated by my mere senses of my body and soul as it, transcends me to a world unify by my mere existences that floats within the dimensions of the universe drifting through time and space.
...
...
#forest
#river
#sky
#nature
#mountains
85 reads
9 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
21st Aug 2019 6:59pm
21st Aug 2019 6:59pm
How Dare You Question, uhhh, The Truth !
what if it wasn't
like it is?
what if it was more
like what it isn't?
how many buckets of brew
can we carry up the hill,
and not spill a drop?
how many br'others doe it take
to make a brotherhood>
or, for that matter, a neighbor-hood?
(and leave us not forget the sisters of the sisterhood).
well, motherhood is something else all together, and where to
...
like it is?
what if it was more
like what it isn't?
how many buckets of brew
can we carry up the hill,
and not spill a drop?
how many br'others doe it take
to make a brotherhood>
or, for that matter, a neighbor-hood?
(and leave us not forget the sisters of the sisterhood).
well, motherhood is something else all together, and where to
...
#universe
#environment
#astrology
#astronomy
#philosophical
54 reads
8 Comments
emilyrose1995
Poem Published
18th Aug 2019 6:42am
18th Aug 2019 6:42am
Poison Ivy
They all lived quietly
In their house that stood tall
Never did they imagine
One day it might inevitably fall
When the paint began to fragment
Over it with another coat
They went
When the old wooden floors began to split
They covered the shards
With a decorative carpet
When family pictures began to fall
They nailed deeper
Into the cracking wall
Now as they slept soundly
Without a care
Because they believed their four walls
Would always be there
But soon they were awakened by a rumble ...
In their house that stood tall
Never did they imagine
One day it might inevitably fall
When the paint began to fragment
Over it with another coat
They went
When the old wooden floors began to split
They covered the shards
With a decorative carpet
When family pictures began to fall
They nailed deeper
Into the cracking wall
Now as they slept soundly
Without a care
Because they believed their four walls
Would always be there
But soon they were awakened by a rumble ...
#family
#home
49 reads
10 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
9th Aug 2019 5:20pm
9th Aug 2019 5:20pm
CHO! (STFU)
Growing up,
I was never one to argue with grandma,
Then again I wasn't much of a smart ass,
But of the few times I ever gave her lip,
I quickly found out she didn’t take any sass.
The command that came from the little lady,
Was an unexpected and thunderous “CHO!”
It wasn’t Spanish or English, not even Chinese,
More like a coded shut the fuck up now and go!
My sisters and all my cousins also knew it,
At one time or another we felt the harsh blow,
It was like lightning fast reprimand not to argue,
When grandma got pissed off and yelled...
I was never one to argue with grandma,
Then again I wasn't much of a smart ass,
But of the few times I ever gave her lip,
I quickly found out she didn’t take any sass.
The command that came from the little lady,
Was an unexpected and thunderous “CHO!”
It wasn’t Spanish or English, not even Chinese,
More like a coded shut the fuck up now and go!
My sisters and all my cousins also knew it,
At one time or another we felt the harsh blow,
It was like lightning fast reprimand not to argue,
When grandma got pissed off and yelled...
#family
#memories
#tradition
52 reads
6 Comments
takis1917
Poem Published
7th Aug 2019 2:04pm
7th Aug 2019 2:04pm
Today XII
Today,
he started the day
stranded at the point of many returns.
Searched his memory
for a sense of familiarity
- none found -
Looked for value
in one-way routes
- value doesn't come cheap -
Turned his attention
on two-way options
- all booked solid -
Today,
he dusts his couch
and stays put...
he started the day
stranded at the point of many returns.
Searched his memory
for a sense of familiarity
- none found -
Looked for value
in one-way routes
- value doesn't come cheap -
Turned his attention
on two-way options
- all booked solid -
Today,
he dusts his couch
and stays put...
#parody
29 reads
2 Comments
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