Story Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Poems published by members most recently online.
PAR
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
4th Dec 2024 4:06pm
Babuska's sarmale
In a snowy Romanian village, during Christmas cheer,
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
my Babuska spun tales, both delightful and queer.
The tradition was sarmale, a savory delight,
Cabbage wrapped treasures, cooked all through the night.
Meat and rice nestled in leaves so green,
simmered in tomato, a feast so serene.
But woven in laughter and holiday charms
were Babuska’s stories with their quirky alarms:
"Behave well, dear children, lest you wish to be seen
in the pot with the sarmale, simmering and lean."
The children would giggle, eyes...
#children
#Christmas
#culture
#family
#narrative
83 reads
9 Comments
Numer90
Numer0-un0
Numer0-un0
Poem Published
13th Feb 2021 9:39pm
13th Feb 2021 9:39pm
Mollusca Man
A snail on track..
Slow and steady wins you race..
Some of us don't win it..
Slow-steady keeps us safe..
I'm the Mollusc snail..
I have my shell..
I want this race to get some pace..
Your need for speed..
Against my need for shield..
We start this race..
So while you run through various means and end up queuing up at the doors of the...
Slow and steady wins you race..
Some of us don't win it..
Slow-steady keeps us safe..
I'm the Mollusc snail..
I have my shell..
I want this race to get some pace..
Your need for speed..
Against my need for shield..
We start this race..
So while you run through various means and end up queuing up at the doors of the...
#determination
494 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
26th Dec 2018 9:05pm
26th Dec 2018 9:05pm
A Sneetch ( after Theodor [Dr] Seuss Geisel )
There are havettes, and have notettes–
yet in all honesty, without possessions
who can tell the difference?!
They appear the same shape –
male and female alike; O! But wait!
is it a tittle of a title they covet?!
Or, perhaps, in all honesty –
it’s a jealousy thing ; O! Me! Why
clonedingus another Sneetch?
We each have our trinkets – we’re all
born completus; O! Yet, it’s not enough!
Some Sneetches choose to be leeches!
Is it fortune, fame they don’t deserve –
but feel they...
yet in all honesty, without possessions
who can tell the difference?!
They appear the same shape –
male and female alike; O! But wait!
is it a tittle of a title they covet?!
Or, perhaps, in all honesty –
it’s a jealousy thing ; O! Me! Why
clonedingus another Sneetch?
We each have our trinkets – we’re all
born completus; O! Yet, it’s not enough!
Some Sneetches choose to be leeches!
Is it fortune, fame they don’t deserve –
but feel they...
#jealousy
#conflict
#DrSeuss
1241 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
565 reads
18 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 10:20pm
6th Jan 2025 10:20pm
Mama Count Smack
Among stones of decayed bones silence weeps
memories of petals in the nightshade sighing
a fragrance of corpse with long fingers
tracing the anatomy of the fetus sack
unraveling the flesh of fish betrayed
dissolving into remnants of cold anchovy
dripping marrow in the dark's cacophony
echoing a symphony in a twilight's requiem
creeping among stones of one's lobotomy
listening to Mama count smack and flying
monkeys
memories of petals in the nightshade sighing
a fragrance of corpse with long fingers
tracing the anatomy of the fetus sack
unraveling the flesh of fish betrayed
dissolving into remnants of cold anchovy
dripping marrow in the dark's cacophony
echoing a symphony in a twilight's requiem
creeping among stones of one's lobotomy
listening to Mama count smack and flying
monkeys
#dark
#erotic
107 reads
0 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
4th Apr 2022 1:31am
4th Apr 2022 1:31am
her.
I saw an old wheelchair, dusty
forgotten in the corner
of an even older thrift store.
Lost in imagination, I saw her
pull it next to my front window,
a giant, ego-shaped blot
in the view of my glorious sun.
She scratches her shitty sketches
of my wind chimes, turning
to ask almost wistfully, on a sigh.
Why, should she have an Etsy store?
All with legs held downward,
as if she’s a 1920’s starlet, having
dramatically lost the use of her legs.
forgotten in the corner
of an even older thrift store.
Lost in imagination, I saw her
pull it next to my front window,
a giant, ego-shaped blot
in the view of my glorious sun.
She scratches her shitty sketches
of my wind chimes, turning
to ask almost wistfully, on a sigh.
Why, should she have an Etsy store?
All with legs held downward,
as if she’s a 1920’s starlet, having
dramatically lost the use of her legs.
#anger
#family
#dreams
231 reads
7 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
12th Dec 2024 8:29am
From my story book of words
They are called clan of Nor and wear the history of peninsula of fjords upon their skin. Fiercely build and slightly bigger, chalky ashen is their furry mantle in which many a secret is kept.
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
Each time I touch the main leading Wolfs fur I am filled with pine needle dreams. Forests dance in their eyes. Many a myth they tell me. They came from the Old World, far, long ago. Before existence of any written history. Before mankind called them Wolf.
Varg Evening Wolf is the main leader. He tells me stories. His heart is so kind it weighs but a feather and deepens like midnight...
#animals
#fiction
#mythology
85 reads
0 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 00:52am
4th Mar 2024 00:52am
Spinning Plates
Once upon a time,
there lived a plate spinner.
Providing the momentum
to keep the plates moving
gave her purpose,
comfort and joy.
Although her life was busy,
she thrived for years
and would happily add more plates
whenever life required it.
Until one day,
she fell—
and all her plates
crashed
down
on
top
of
her
there lived a plate spinner.
Providing the momentum
to keep the plates moving
gave her purpose,
comfort and joy.
Although her life was busy,
she thrived for years
and would happily add more plates
whenever life required it.
Until one day,
she fell—
and all her plates
crashed
down
on
top
of
her
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#illness
#SelfReflection
#suffering
174 reads
8 Comments
poeticdelight
Hamid
Hamid
Poem Published
24th Sep 2024 8:24pm
24th Sep 2024 8:24pm
Nose Like Cigar
A woman with a tall nose like cigar
Who has never smoked one so far
Once she was invited
A cigar to be smoked
She stuck out her nose in the bar
PS/ Before poking fun at others, one should first take care of his hump in the mirror
Who has never smoked one so far
Once she was invited
A cigar to be smoked
She stuck out her nose in the bar
PS/ Before poking fun at others, one should first take care of his hump in the mirror
#limerick
82 reads
4 Comments
dejure
vick
vick
Poem Published
8th Apr 2019 7:52am
8th Apr 2019 7:52am
flower...
about
you,
there’s
something
attracts
the
butterflies
you,
there’s
something
attracts
the
butterflies
#flowers
#nature
#love
#abuse
#choices
5991 reads
1 Comment
magichearts
Poem Published
28th Oct 2016 10:54am
28th Oct 2016 10:54am
भोली है सूरत, नाजुक-सी तू गुड़िया
नैनो के कटोरो मे, प्यार का दरिया
काजल की डोर, बांधे मन हर-और
भीनी...
नैनो के कटोरो मे, प्यार का दरिया
काजल की डोर, बांधे मन हर-और
भीनी...
758 reads
2 Comments
Dre_k47
AnDre James
AnDre James
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2024 9:06pm
23rd Mar 2024 9:06pm
Dane's Journey Through the Unknown
Dane's journey began in the darkness,
Lost in the shadows, a place without light,
Uncertainty held him in its tight grasp,
As he searched for an escape from the night.
But then his fingers found a glimmer,
A door that offered a flicker of hope,
And with determination, he followed,
Towards a distant radiance, he'd cope.
In this unfamiliar edifice,
A lighthouse stood with grace,
Guiding ships across the ocean,
A beacon in this desolate space.
The rhythm of the sea filled his senses,
But humanity was nowhere to be...
Lost in the shadows, a place without light,
Uncertainty held him in its tight grasp,
As he searched for an escape from the night.
But then his fingers found a glimmer,
A door that offered a flicker of hope,
And with determination, he followed,
Towards a distant radiance, he'd cope.
In this unfamiliar edifice,
A lighthouse stood with grace,
Guiding ships across the ocean,
A beacon in this desolate space.
The rhythm of the sea filled his senses,
But humanity was nowhere to be...
#dreams
#travel
#determination
109 reads
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