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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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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
MrAlptraum
Mr A
Mr A
Poem Published
13th Jun 2013 12:32pm
13th Jun 2013 12:32pm
Joe Said
I met him in a small pub. He had the busiest irises I've seen.
He traveled around all the time; was staying in the landlord's B'n'B
above the pub, and most nights he'd play his guitar and sing.
Landlord didn't mind, in fact, quite the opposite. The man was gold.
People were coming from everywhere to hear him,
but the guitar was homemade, and the lyrics were weird, man;
never rhymed. I remember a chorus that everyone seemed to know:
The sheep have no names in the dark
You can't have a home with no name
You can't have a...
He traveled around all the time; was staying in the landlord's B'n'B
above the pub, and most nights he'd play his guitar and sing.
Landlord didn't mind, in fact, quite the opposite. The man was gold.
People were coming from everywhere to hear him,
but the guitar was homemade, and the lyrics were weird, man;
never rhymed. I remember a chorus that everyone seemed to know:
The sheep have no names in the dark
You can't have a home with no name
You can't have a...
673 reads
25 Comments
Ahavati
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
375 reads
7 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
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
4th Aug 2014 4:28am
4th Aug 2014 4:28am
Blank Interiors
Blank interiors
Lost planet syllabuses
Colors never seen before
You came for me quietly
Knowing I wasn't ready
They will never take me
Alive ...
Lost planet syllabuses
Colors never seen before
You came for me quietly
Knowing I wasn't ready
They will never take me
Alive ...
419 reads
9 Comments
Kexby
Poem Published
19th May 2019 10:46am
19th May 2019 10:46am
Chirk castle
I sat in the sun leaning on a grassy bank
air droning with bee and fly.
It was hot,my eye-lids heavy with the day
I fought to keep them open as she stepped down
Her skin smooth as though carved in Rome.
Her toga slipped at every step,fell in tumult folds,
I lay back, to see her face against the noonday sun
Which at her back gave halo to her beauty.
She smiled shameless as she strode towards me
No gown to hide her beauty; pride in every step,.
She knew what she was doing, took charge of the occasion
'I am...
air droning with bee and fly.
It was hot,my eye-lids heavy with the day
I fought to keep them open as she stepped down
Her skin smooth as though carved in Rome.
Her toga slipped at every step,fell in tumult folds,
I lay back, to see her face against the noonday sun
Which at her back gave halo to her beauty.
She smiled shameless as she strode towards me
No gown to hide her beauty; pride in every step,.
She knew what she was doing, took charge of the occasion
'I am...
#mythology
76 reads
2 Comments
Vamps
Poem Published
18th Dec 2016 4:44pm
18th Dec 2016 4:44pm
Truth Hurts
Talking the other night,
with this lad called Chris,
long hair, a cap, and a tattoo on his wrist.
He lives a bit further up the river,
and when we meet now I try not to dither,
cause he's into these theories,
about aliens, us, Adam and Eve,
you could say it's hard to believe.
I know we should all look a little deeper,
about changing to a man, from a sea creature,
but he just takes it too far,
and keeps his toenail clippings in a jar.
He reckons we're...
with this lad called Chris,
long hair, a cap, and a tattoo on his wrist.
He lives a bit further up the river,
and when we meet now I try not to dither,
cause he's into these theories,
about aliens, us, Adam and Eve,
you could say it's hard to believe.
I know we should all look a little deeper,
about changing to a man, from a sea creature,
but he just takes it too far,
and keeps his toenail clippings in a jar.
He reckons we're...
#satirical
#funny
#TruthOfLife #SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife #SelfReflection
313 reads
2 Comments
bcpoet
Poem Published
20th Aug 2019 3:25am
20th Aug 2019 3:25am
Hundred Thousand
a hundred thousand waves laplap
rushing in and falling back
a hundred lightyears in between
where we're from and where we dream
we're by an ocean on a world
whose atmosphere is warmly swirled
air in motion as a breeze
blowing in from distant seas -
a hundred thousand grains of sand
slipping through my open hand
in the sky a hundred stars
from here to my home back on Mars
the only way we could survive
once that Earthlings had arrived
take our children as we fled
leave our planet as if dead -
...
rushing in and falling back
a hundred lightyears in between
where we're from and where we dream
we're by an ocean on a world
whose atmosphere is warmly swirled
air in motion as a breeze
blowing in from distant seas -
a hundred thousand grains of sand
slipping through my open hand
in the sky a hundred stars
from here to my home back on Mars
the only way we could survive
once that Earthlings had arrived
take our children as we fled
leave our planet as if dead -
...
#scifi
40 reads
4 Comments
jemac
Poem Published
11th Dec 2018 7:53pm
11th Dec 2018 7:53pm
Snow Globe
in the bitter cold of winter
she was held frozen
behind a curtain of ice
her skin porcelain
a pinch of blush on pale skin,
her long white hair coiled in braids
falling gracefully
eyes of icy blue
gazed out into all
that is white
icicles hang like daggers
glowing in pale light
sun barred behind dense grey clouds
not letting in a shred of warmth
this has been her life
for as long as she can remember
she sits on her icy throne
gazing in wonder at the
surrounding whiteness, ...
she was held frozen
behind a curtain of ice
her skin porcelain
a pinch of blush on pale skin,
her long white hair coiled in braids
falling gracefully
eyes of icy blue
gazed out into all
that is white
icicles hang like daggers
glowing in pale light
sun barred behind dense grey clouds
not letting in a shred of warmth
this has been her life
for as long as she can remember
she sits on her icy throne
gazing in wonder at the
surrounding whiteness, ...
#winter
#magic
131 reads
8 Comments
TheOneAboveAll
Dark
Dark
Poem Published
14th Apr 2015 1:25am
14th Apr 2015 1:25am
"The Devil made me do it"
She said "the devil made me do it"
That day God found her with her halo around her neck.
"I see you kneel before another my wayward child"
"Yes Lord he has made me do many a naughty and lascivious thing"
"Made you?" "You surrendered willingly your halo to this sexual deviant!"
"Yes Lord but of course"
"For he is a master of bdsm a master of mentalcourse"
"So you give up your place here in heaven?" "And stand and walk away?"
"Yes Lord"
"Then you are free to go my child"
"But keep this in mind"
"The one you call the devil lacks the devilish style"...
That day God found her with her halo around her neck.
"I see you kneel before another my wayward child"
"Yes Lord he has made me do many a naughty and lascivious thing"
"Made you?" "You surrendered willingly your halo to this sexual deviant!"
"Yes Lord but of course"
"For he is a master of bdsm a master of mentalcourse"
"So you give up your place here in heaven?" "And stand and walk away?"
"Yes Lord"
"Then you are free to go my child"
"But keep this in mind"
"The one you call the devil lacks the devilish style"...
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Poetikmind
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Poem Published
6th Mar 2018 11:11pm
6th Mar 2018 11:11pm
'Comforter...'
She...
blankets a heart with warmth
her soul, aflame, full of fire true
the confines of comfort held
deep within a tender bein...
Ever grateful, this one will be
for God only gifts those of such
who truly are unselfish in givin'
the comforts of unfiltered love
sendin' the fiery coldness
of nothing, instantly fleein...'
blankets a heart with warmth
her soul, aflame, full of fire true
the confines of comfort held
deep within a tender bein...
Ever grateful, this one will be
for God only gifts those of such
who truly are unselfish in givin'
the comforts of unfiltered love
sendin' the fiery coldness
of nothing, instantly fleein...'
#dreams
527 reads
34 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
26th Jun 2019 11:17pm
26th Jun 2019 11:17pm
Homing Call
I remind him of his mother
and shes been gone a long time
he looks deeply through me
I feel like I have to oblige
almost like he calls her soul home
and she looks through my eyes.
I'll let him have that
I too can be kind.
and shes been gone a long time
he looks deeply through me
I feel like I have to oblige
almost like he calls her soul home
and she looks through my eyes.
I'll let him have that
I too can be kind.
#death
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