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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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Lawrence
Lawrence
Poem Published
16th Feb 2025 11:55pm
16th Feb 2025 11:55pm
Poem from Mars
misty Martian morning dawning
Earth the morning star
fading as I am still yawning
while being very far
from the green world of my childhood
from a world where it rained
from a place next to a wildwood
Moon waxing to then wane
sky ablaze on golden evenings
breathing simple air
many comings and too leavings
of beings everywhere
ravens, foxes, mountain lions
eagles and too bear
insects, bats and all the flying
beings in the air -
misty Martian morning dawning
remembering before ...
Earth the morning star
fading as I am still yawning
while being very far
from the green world of my childhood
from a world where it rained
from a place next to a wildwood
Moon waxing to then wane
sky ablaze on golden evenings
breathing simple air
many comings and too leavings
of beings everywhere
ravens, foxes, mountain lions
eagles and too bear
insects, bats and all the flying
beings in the air -
misty Martian morning dawning
remembering before ...
#scifi
89 reads
2 Comments
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
20th Sep 2024 1:46am
20th Sep 2024 1:46am
The Calling
The Witches Road
https://youtube.com/watch?v=HVxM_JNq6io
Plz listen while reading.
Take what’s mine then give it back
with everything that’s yours,
the world is ever changing
it’s knocking at your door
the witches they are coming,
you cannot run or hide,
beware the wicked witches
are seeing through your eyes ...
https://youtube.com/watch?v=HVxM_JNq6io
Plz listen while reading.
Take what’s mine then give it back
with everything that’s yours,
the world is ever changing
it’s knocking at your door
the witches they are coming,
you cannot run or hide,
beware the wicked witches
are seeing through your eyes ...
#PowerOfWords
291 reads
7 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
17th Oct 2022 00:42am
17th Oct 2022 00:42am
Mm... The Sorceress’ Sultry Spell
Elvira yes, I am okay.”
I am walking through the forest back to my castle, since it’s such a beautiful day
My time trapped in that mirror, I would say, time never moved
I had to summon the storms, the mist of the fog, and my surrounding elements from the bed of earth as my voice softly soothed
Girl, the Sorceress’ Council sent out a search party for you however, without ado
We looked until darkness fell
Some of the members tossed gold coins to find you in the wishing well
That was nice, what an ordeal, I suppose that’s life... oh well
What...
I am walking through the forest back to my castle, since it’s such a beautiful day
My time trapped in that mirror, I would say, time never moved
I had to summon the storms, the mist of the fog, and my surrounding elements from the bed of earth as my voice softly soothed
Girl, the Sorceress’ Council sent out a search party for you however, without ado
We looked until darkness fell
Some of the members tossed gold coins to find you in the wishing well
That was nice, what an ordeal, I suppose that’s life... oh well
What...
#moon
#Halloween
#mirror
#magic
#curse
708 reads
7 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
wallyroo92
Poem Published
26th Mar 2025 5:38am
26th Mar 2025 5:38am
This Old Mechanical Heart
A song comes on
Memories are sparked that were once lost to time
Wondering where my adolescence went
Bound by the bonds of a cruel fate’s design…
A glance leads to curiosity
When her eyes gaze closer at me in the dim light
The device ticks away behind a glass door on my chest
This old mechanical heart is wound every night
How old are you? She asks
I grin remembering my youth back in 1849
Too old, I reply with a smile, gazing into her eyes
A secret I carry with me after such a long time
The wrinkles on my...
Memories are sparked that were once lost to time
Wondering where my adolescence went
Bound by the bonds of a cruel fate’s design…
A glance leads to curiosity
When her eyes gaze closer at me in the dim light
The device ticks away behind a glass door on my chest
This old mechanical heart is wound every night
How old are you? She asks
I grin remembering my youth back in 1849
Too old, I reply with a smile, gazing into her eyes
A secret I carry with me after such a long time
The wrinkles on my...
#Fanfiction
#loneliness
#love
#scifi
#steampunk
93 reads
7 Comments
DaisyGrace
Poem Published
12th Apr 2025 1:53am
12th Apr 2025 1:53am
Stepping into the Ring, Having Just Been Kicked out of the Boys’ Competition, PYTHAGORAS OF SAMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOS!!!!!!!!
There once was a Lickety Split
who knew how to take a hard hit.
He’d wiggle and shake,
refused all the brakes,
and got out of there, fast with his wit.
“His wit,” you ask and you scratch,
“is no good in a fisticuffs match.”
But he made them all dizzy
when he whirled in a tizzy
while spewing mathematical facts.
The aggressors were no good at sums,
they should have been sucking their thumbs.
They thought he’d gone crazy,
but always got hazy,
and with a calculated punch, they succumbed.
who knew how to take a hard hit.
He’d wiggle and shake,
refused all the brakes,
and got out of there, fast with his wit.
“His wit,” you ask and you scratch,
“is no good in a fisticuffs match.”
But he made them all dizzy
when he whirled in a tizzy
while spewing mathematical facts.
The aggressors were no good at sums,
they should have been sucking their thumbs.
They thought he’d gone crazy,
but always got hazy,
and with a calculated punch, they succumbed.
#funny
16 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:28pm
Yesterday 10:28pm
Weight becomes to much
As long as you can make sense of the things, that have silently appeared in your life and world, 🌎 that has been affecting your own thoughts and insight and mind. For as the weight slowly, begins to come more heavier then you can understand, or tolerate the pain that seems to slowly bring, with it's a deepness of hurt. 😞 As sorrow begins eating away, at your own subconscious thoughts, that have been broken into pieces of the heart. 💔 For sure life was never meant to be easy, for everything that we have to go through, is not what we imagine life to be. For sure it's...
#confusion
#frustration
#heartbroken
#regret
#sadness
25 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
17th Mar 2014 00:19am
17th Mar 2014 00:19am
In The Depths Of The British Museum
in the depths of the British Museum,
in a small basement, largely neglected,
lie bronze, papyrus and bacteria,
packed in crates, unopened, undetected...
there is one, beneath the rest, wherein lies
a corpse, bequeathed in 1893...
it is forgotten and unclassified,
donated, it seems, anonymously...
****************
he was a keen butterfly collector,
he grew lavender and came from Provence...
and why he was left to the museum
had all to do with these sunflowers, once...
in a small basement, largely neglected,
lie bronze, papyrus and bacteria,
packed in crates, unopened, undetected...
there is one, beneath the rest, wherein lies
a corpse, bequeathed in 1893...
it is forgotten and unclassified,
donated, it seems, anonymously...
****************
he was a keen butterfly collector,
he grew lavender and came from Provence...
and why he was left to the museum
had all to do with these sunflowers, once...
658 reads
3 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
9th Nov 2024 2:46pm
9th Nov 2024 2:46pm
Druids to the Dryads
they say whispers dwell in ancient woods
when the earth populated by playful gods
then druids walked with wisdom
assuring spirits of nature's abundance
congregating neath boughs of trees
tall and towering leafy canopies
they sheltered spirits that dwelled
within their embraces so ancient
they guard the realms with staffs of oak
while dryads dance in sunlight's glow
laughter light with shimmery skin
in emerald skirts they dance and bow
they say that when twilight appeared
they merged as one in magical ebb ...
when the earth populated by playful gods
then druids walked with wisdom
assuring spirits of nature's abundance
congregating neath boughs of trees
tall and towering leafy canopies
they sheltered spirits that dwelled
within their embraces so ancient
they guard the realms with staffs of oak
while dryads dance in sunlight's glow
laughter light with shimmery skin
in emerald skirts they dance and bow
they say that when twilight appeared
they merged as one in magical ebb ...
#dreams
#fiction
117 reads
7 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
22nd May 2022 2:48pm
22nd May 2022 2:48pm
X44C Technology borne from Real Art, Paint, Ideas
I developed X44C Technology
Created it in my personal think tank
Taking a real painting
Micromanagement color structure
Enhanced reduced calculated
In reality
All you need is one painting
Like buying shares in a utility stock
Say 1000 shares were purchased for you at birth
Reinvest the dividends
Banging the high quality women at 31
Living off the coast of Monaco
But the irony is, she's not a woman
It's robotic twang, test tube sex, no fault kink
Pretty good, right ?
The raspberries are good right now... ...
Created it in my personal think tank
Taking a real painting
Micromanagement color structure
Enhanced reduced calculated
In reality
All you need is one painting
Like buying shares in a utility stock
Say 1000 shares were purchased for you at birth
Reinvest the dividends
Banging the high quality women at 31
Living off the coast of Monaco
But the irony is, she's not a woman
It's robotic twang, test tube sex, no fault kink
Pretty good, right ?
The raspberries are good right now... ...
#sex
#technology
#art
615 reads
18 Comments
Cobra1101
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 10:15pm
6th Apr 2025 10:15pm
A Samurai's Garden…
🐝………My thoughts are starting to sizzle can I cook please, words coming out so fast you would’ve thought I knock down at swarm of honey bees, 🐝
Shouldn’t I get the options to choose, if that’s something from you that I want……..swoosh.
I met you wounded, your spirit cut, I asked god to heal with honey,
now you’re healed, badder than ever, ex’s want you back n I find that mess kinda funny.
do not tell me something sweet, than something sour at the end,...
Shouldn’t I get the options to choose, if that’s something from you that I want……..swoosh.
I met you wounded, your spirit cut, I asked god to heal with honey,
now you’re healed, badder than ever, ex’s want you back n I find that mess kinda funny.
do not tell me something sweet, than something sour at the end,...
#happiness
51 reads
0 Comments
Grae
Bryan Gray
Bryan Gray
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2021 3:12pm
2nd Feb 2021 3:12pm
vesuvias dream 2/15/20
our clothes
whipping and flailing
like the flags of some shipwrecked galleon
your long black hair flowing behind you
like smoke trailing from a wreckage
we're holding hands
on the shore in pompeii
watching the plume rise into the stratosphere
waiting
for the pyroclastic flow
whipping and flailing
like the flags of some shipwrecked galleon
your long black hair flowing behind you
like smoke trailing from a wreckage
we're holding hands
on the shore in pompeii
watching the plume rise into the stratosphere
waiting
for the pyroclastic flow
#dreams
450 reads
1 Comment
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