Popular Story Poems
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
cold_fusion
Poem Published
15th Oct 2019 2:50pm
15th Oct 2019 2:50pm
...and the blind one sang
and the blind one sang
of colors
he felt
when life
dealt
him joy
and he sang
of a canvas
with texture
that erupted
of emotions
and leapt
past boundaries
of light
and sight
oh the height
of pleasure
oh the heights
of pleasure
and the blind man sang
of pebbles
being dropped
in ponds
ripples
making landfall
under his eye
he cries
they said
and he sang
the blind man
he sang
...
of colors
he felt
when life
dealt
him joy
and he sang
of a canvas
with texture
that erupted
of emotions
and leapt
past boundaries
of light
and sight
oh the height
of pleasure
oh the heights
of pleasure
and the blind man sang
of pebbles
being dropped
in ponds
ripples
making landfall
under his eye
he cries
they said
and he sang
the blind man
he sang
...
#love
#nature
#humankind #art
#humankind #art
73 reads
10 Comments
Layla
Poem Published
29th Sep 2019 7:05pm
29th Sep 2019 7:05pm
The Fog
(1)
The tumbling stones
surrounded wombless porch
wobbly and apprehensive
oscillating
beneath my feet.
I step off,
in faded emerald fields
wading through blades of grass
softly grazing my skin
pure and nimble;
persistent with immunity of loss.
(2)
Darkness, unfolded
lethargic and unimposed
lingering
above the ground
suspicious of quietude offerings
decay in mire.
Purling the air
in billowy clouds
weighing
like a pull of wreck
in my lungs ...
The tumbling stones
surrounded wombless porch
wobbly and apprehensive
oscillating
beneath my feet.
I step off,
in faded emerald fields
wading through blades of grass
softly grazing my skin
pure and nimble;
persistent with immunity of loss.
(2)
Darkness, unfolded
lethargic and unimposed
lingering
above the ground
suspicious of quietude offerings
decay in mire.
Purling the air
in billowy clouds
weighing
like a pull of wreck
in my lungs ...
#anxiety
#dark
#nature
#humankind
#metaphor
170 reads
12 Comments
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 5:18pm
14th Oct 2019 5:18pm
In Days & Nights of Waning Gibbous Skies
( a seafarer’s lament )
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
The moon, a yellow pale slip of a girl,
That I would see o’er yonder on the rise
From water fresh, to salty ocean pearl.
It was in times of yore when in my youth
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
I’d yield the way with yardage as my truth,
For I felt neither foolishness nor wise.
There could not be another for these eyes,
To beckon me to purple northern lights.
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
Was...
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
The moon, a yellow pale slip of a girl,
That I would see o’er yonder on the rise
From water fresh, to salty ocean pearl.
It was in times of yore when in my youth
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
I’d yield the way with yardage as my truth,
For I felt neither foolishness nor wise.
There could not be another for these eyes,
To beckon me to purple northern lights.
In days & nights of waning gibbous skies,
Was...
#sea
#moon
#sky
#storm
#memories
64 reads
11 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 3:05pm
20th Sep 2019 3:05pm
the billowing
long before
the smoke billowed
thick
and grey
she sat
kerosene tears
ensu(r)ed
nothing remained
incombustible
another haze
yet this one
with a clarity
of purpose
.
the smoke billowed
thick
and grey
she sat
kerosene tears
ensu(r)ed
nothing remained
incombustible
another haze
yet this one
with a clarity
of purpose
.
#identity
#ShortStory
#humankind #philosophical
#humankind #philosophical
114 reads
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2019 11:30pm
22nd Sep 2019 11:30pm
Real Talk
I do what I do and it's all for yall
Gave him two to the chest and the problem was solved
With no jersey on my back and no nikes on my feet
I don't run with no pack, because I know the streets
The few that I fuck with are real motherfuckers
They logically look at shit, fuck being someone's sucker
I mean these bitches can walk up into any fucking block
Hell give them two weeks and they'll have shit on lock
I'm not talking corner block, but take it that way if you must
Let's find out who's running shit and who do they trust
If the...
Gave him two to the chest and the problem was solved
With no jersey on my back and no nikes on my feet
I don't run with no pack, because I know the streets
The few that I fuck with are real motherfuckers
They logically look at shit, fuck being someone's sucker
I mean these bitches can walk up into any fucking block
Hell give them two weeks and they'll have shit on lock
I'm not talking corner block, but take it that way if you must
Let's find out who's running shit and who do they trust
If the...
#death
#drugs
#prison
118 reads
11 Comments
Calligraphee
Poem Published
30th Sep 2019 3:22pm
30th Sep 2019 3:22pm
Pick Your Poison
There’s something under my bed,” she said.
While kneeling down I heard her whisper from beneath the mattress, “There’s something in my room.”
While kneeling down I heard her whisper from beneath the mattress, “There’s something in my room.”
#dark
#evil
#scary #ShortStory
#scary #ShortStory
84 reads
4 Comments
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
20th Sep 2019 3:56pm
20th Sep 2019 3:56pm
Step Your Game Up
#violence
#death
#drugs #lover
#drugs #lover
112 reads
9 Comments
takis1917
Poem Published
6th Oct 2019 8:21am
6th Oct 2019 8:21am
Today XVII
Today,
he started the day
answering his critics.
Dubious, he approached Critic One...
Critic One: "This is right and this is wrong!"
- Oh?... Ooooooh!
Full of fear, he ran to Critic Two...
Critic Two: "This is right and everything else is wrong!"
- Eeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!
Trembling, he jumped in Critic Three's arms...
Critic Three (after a long, whipping dissertation):
"You may think my bull 'elitist',
but, it's for your own good!"
-...
he started the day
answering his critics.
Dubious, he approached Critic One...
Critic One: "This is right and this is wrong!"
- Oh?... Ooooooh!
Full of fear, he ran to Critic Two...
Critic Two: "This is right and everything else is wrong!"
- Eeeeeeeeewwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!
Trembling, he jumped in Critic Three's arms...
Critic Three (after a long, whipping dissertation):
"You may think my bull 'elitist',
but, it's for your own good!"
-...
#parody
#funny
58 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2019 10:41pm
23rd Sep 2019 10:41pm
Thyme on Moor
There, in the open space of 'Moor,
as ponies run wild across the flats and Tors,
where women go to lose their souls and burdens,
I catch sight of you
burning, blinding ball of blazing sunrise
swallowing me up, promising some days, more days
after these days of being the Mother first, a woman second,
who will I be then, I wonder, in my Winter, cronedom, where will I lay my head?
Deep, in dense woodland, I am drawn,
as if in the unseen sinnin' is less sinnin', thinkin' less thinkin', feeling less feeling. ...
as ponies run wild across the flats and Tors,
where women go to lose their souls and burdens,
I catch sight of you
burning, blinding ball of blazing sunrise
swallowing me up, promising some days, more days
after these days of being the Mother first, a woman second,
who will I be then, I wonder, in my Winter, cronedom, where will I lay my head?
Deep, in dense woodland, I am drawn,
as if in the unseen sinnin' is less sinnin', thinkin' less thinkin', feeling less feeling. ...
#parent
#women
#nature
51 reads
6 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
4th Oct 2019 9:31pm
4th Oct 2019 9:31pm
Knit club
It started in Betty’s basement letting,
by bulkhead light you could hear them clicking,
increased in number they practiced their knitting.
Once a week she would round up the gang,
every stitch they plotted and planned,
each ball of yarn was wound by hand.
Underground rebels that nobody knows,
seedy markets and tacky craft shows,
sharing needles and quilted throws.
A guerrilla army in camouflage knitwear,
plotted their assault on Trafalgar Square,
cashmere carpet bags to carry their gear.
They used a Code name,...
by bulkhead light you could hear them clicking,
increased in number they practiced their knitting.
Once a week she would round up the gang,
every stitch they plotted and planned,
each ball of yarn was wound by hand.
Underground rebels that nobody knows,
seedy markets and tacky craft shows,
sharing needles and quilted throws.
A guerrilla army in camouflage knitwear,
plotted their assault on Trafalgar Square,
cashmere carpet bags to carry their gear.
They used a Code name,...
#funny
36 reads
6 Comments
monkeyman
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2019 3:54pm
23rd Sep 2019 3:54pm
The Stone In My Shoe
There is a stone in my shoe, I’ve tried to shake it out, but when I take my shoe off and shake, nothing falls out, I rub my sock, but there is nothing there. I put my shoe back on and there it is again, a stone in my shoe.
I must have taken off my shoe ten times or more that first day searching for this phantom stone with no success, in the end I changed my shoes but still the stone was there.
By the end of the day my foot was sore and quite bruised.
The next day I tried a different pair of shoes, but sure enough I had a stone in my shoe which I couldn’t shake out. ...
I must have taken off my shoe ten times or more that first day searching for this phantom stone with no success, in the end I changed my shoes but still the stone was there.
By the end of the day my foot was sore and quite bruised.
The next day I tried a different pair of shoes, but sure enough I had a stone in my shoe which I couldn’t shake out. ...
#confusion
74 reads
5 Comments
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