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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
17th Apr 2025 2:18pm
17th Apr 2025 2:18pm
Where am I?
In my dreams, I am flying.
Almost weightless; feeling free.
I find the small entrance to the vast unknown.
Hesitating for a moment,
my likeness remains on the periphery
frozen in time on the edge of the horizon.
My body floats, then falls,
rushing and accelerating.
An immense force pulls me taut
like a piece of spaghetti.
I hurtle, feet-first, through the darkness,
because somebody has turned out the light.
It's chaotic in here; crushing and stifling.
Am I speeding up or slowing down?
All I know is that I'm...
Almost weightless; feeling free.
I find the small entrance to the vast unknown.
Hesitating for a moment,
my likeness remains on the periphery
frozen in time on the edge of the horizon.
My body floats, then falls,
rushing and accelerating.
An immense force pulls me taut
like a piece of spaghetti.
I hurtle, feet-first, through the darkness,
because somebody has turned out the light.
It's chaotic in here; crushing and stifling.
Am I speeding up or slowing down?
All I know is that I'm...
#dreams
#myself
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999
Panophobia
Panophobia
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2012 9:41pm
3rd Nov 2012 9:41pm
My Name shall be/is/was Ramoa Ramierez (The Calling of my Everlasting)
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LilDragonFly
Poem Published
6th Jun 2022 6:36pm
6th Jun 2022 6:36pm
Deciduous
The jigsaw puzzle leaves
proves each tree believes
in this joyful game of life
the mystery of all things
An Impressionistic scene
of a watercolor so serene
the day is now painted
in its vibrant perfection
Still a mere blur to the eye
beneath a sapphire sky
these living days may pass
without a thought
Relentless hours ticking down
without making a sound
while calendars turn the page
the cycle reaches it repetition
Until each...
proves each tree believes
in this joyful game of life
the mystery of all things
An Impressionistic scene
of a watercolor so serene
the day is now painted
in its vibrant perfection
Still a mere blur to the eye
beneath a sapphire sky
these living days may pass
without a thought
Relentless hours ticking down
without making a sound
while calendars turn the page
the cycle reaches it repetition
Until each...
#anxiety
#trees
#fall
#nature
#TruthOfLife
13 reads
4 Comments
mantisdeer
Cait
Cait
Poem Published
4th Mar 2023 1:06am
4th Mar 2023 1:06am
The Morning After
Things were easy, I was free,
it was like an asphalt ski;
a trip through the lines
that told me you love me.
He broke me inside and smashed apart
every bitter piece of my heart;
left open and unending,
a ruined wretch defending.
I asked you for a picture
a group, you squeezed in,
I kissed your cheek,
and our laughter
was holier than
any church.
No choices, a blame game
who sits on a lame throne.
The one who wins will
never want, an effigy
suture to surify the bone. ...
it was like an asphalt ski;
a trip through the lines
that told me you love me.
He broke me inside and smashed apart
every bitter piece of my heart;
left open and unending,
a ruined wretch defending.
I asked you for a picture
a group, you squeezed in,
I kissed your cheek,
and our laughter
was holier than
any church.
No choices, a blame game
who sits on a lame throne.
The one who wins will
never want, an effigy
suture to surify the bone. ...
#dreams
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#emotional
#hurt
562 reads
9 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
24th Apr 2017 4:37pm
24th Apr 2017 4:37pm
Walking with My Dad
Sorry I already posted this on Facebook. One more old one I found. It was for a contest on another site. You had to make up a story about a picture. The image was of a father and son in old tattered poor clothes. Love to everyone on DUP and everywhere else.
_____
maybe my father was a good but lonely man
when my mother died he was all I had
and I was all there was left of his world
he grew so sad after her death
that he couldn’t work anymore
just sat in his sofa chair all day
squinting at sunlight
as if the formations of clouds ...
_____
maybe my father was a good but lonely man
when my mother died he was all I had
and I was all there was left of his world
he grew so sad after her death
that he couldn’t work anymore
just sat in his sofa chair all day
squinting at sunlight
as if the formations of clouds ...
761 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 10:27pm
2nd Feb 2025 10:27pm
The Paper Dragon
The Paper Dragon
Sits by my windowsill
Glancing forever skywards
Cursing the curse
That turned her to paper
As her story, lies writ
Upon her paper wings
Charcoaled memories
Etched, and ingrained
Then stained, in distain
She flies into a raging fire
To die
A dragons death
by Jemia
Sits by my windowsill
Glancing forever skywards
Cursing the curse
That turned her to paper
As her story, lies writ
Upon her paper wings
Charcoaled memories
Etched, and ingrained
Then stained, in distain
She flies into a raging fire
To die
A dragons death
by Jemia
#curse
#dragons
#philosophical #SelfWorth
#philosophical #SelfWorth
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:23pm
Yesterday 10:23pm
The Great Escape Chapter 23, Part 4 of 13
#anxiety
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeStruggles #passion
#LifeStruggles #passion
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
Today 4:14pm
Today 4:14pm
Fun By The Pool
#dirty
#erotic
#love
#lover
#sex
19 reads
1 Comment
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 3:13pm
13th Nov 2024 3:13pm
boogie man
my love of boogers began when I was a small child
I would sneeze
and the snot would fly, big mucusy globs running down my face
usually blending with my tears
where asthma was a norm and my breathing constricted
they would let loose and I would eat them
disgusting I know but little did I know I was building immunity
the germs would attack and I would devour them
greenies being favored for their rich salty taste
sliding on down my face
I would often get in trouble for having such a messy nose
my dad insisted it was gross
...
I would sneeze
and the snot would fly, big mucusy globs running down my face
usually blending with my tears
where asthma was a norm and my breathing constricted
they would let loose and I would eat them
disgusting I know but little did I know I was building immunity
the germs would attack and I would devour them
greenies being favored for their rich salty taste
sliding on down my face
I would often get in trouble for having such a messy nose
my dad insisted it was gross
...
#funny
125 reads
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george4man2box
Poem Published
20th May 2018 00:17am
20th May 2018 00:17am
The Buzzard
Within the common (all purpose room)
at highland manor apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly dreaded
fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,
nap noopy, pugnaciously ravenous, talon
viciously wizened, xenophobic yeti, zapping
zeroing zillion zippers,
zoned Zuckerman alley bye
barred doors fate helplessly jury-rigged
sealed with plaintive cry
no escape known to this man caught
in a deadly voodoo clutch,
thus doomed to die
ugly cannibalistic, frightful,
heathen...
at highland manor apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly dreaded
fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,
nap noopy, pugnaciously ravenous, talon
viciously wizened, xenophobic yeti, zapping
zeroing zillion zippers,
zoned Zuckerman alley bye
barred doors fate helplessly jury-rigged
sealed with plaintive cry
no escape known to this man caught
in a deadly voodoo clutch,
thus doomed to die
ugly cannibalistic, frightful,
heathen...
#romantic
#myself
#misunderstood #SelfReflection
#misunderstood #SelfReflection
540 reads
3 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 7:57pm
31st Oct 2024 7:57pm
Lost Traveler
Let's pretend
I traveled over a bend
I went back in time
For no reason or rhyme
To be caught and tried
For someone else's lie
My sentence was death
Uttered under someone's breath
I will not go easy into the night
Once the moon is full I will see the whole site
There are men, women, children and aged souls
All out to see the penalty dolled
I'll be the last to go
Making me witness this horrible show
One was...
I traveled over a bend
I went back in time
For no reason or rhyme
To be caught and tried
For someone else's lie
My sentence was death
Uttered under someone's breath
I will not go easy into the night
Once the moon is full I will see the whole site
There are men, women, children and aged souls
All out to see the penalty dolled
I'll be the last to go
Making me witness this horrible show
One was...
#nightmares
#Halloween
212 reads
14 Comments
Connotation
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2024 9:03pm
23rd Jan 2024 9:03pm
Synapsis Heritage
Synapsis heritage.
Covalence, catalyst.
Amalgam agonist.
Mechanics, transient.
Inherent management.
Schematics, balances.
Apparent variance.
Awareness, aggregate.
Coherent candidness.
Exacted, practices.
Established advocate.
Example, adamant.
Compassion candidate.
Companions, adequate.
Imagined average.
Enacted, arrogance.
Ecstatic analyst.
Advancement, parroted.
Hysterics perilous.
Theatrics, patented.
Fanatic habitant.
Emphatic, scandalous.
Enamor...
Covalence, catalyst.
Amalgam agonist.
Mechanics, transient.
Inherent management.
Schematics, balances.
Apparent variance.
Awareness, aggregate.
Coherent candidness.
Exacted, practices.
Established advocate.
Example, adamant.
Compassion candidate.
Companions, adequate.
Imagined average.
Enacted, arrogance.
Ecstatic analyst.
Advancement, parroted.
Hysterics perilous.
Theatrics, patented.
Fanatic habitant.
Emphatic, scandalous.
Enamor...
#spiritual
#rhyming
#metaphor
#SelfDiscovery
#morality
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