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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
27th Dec 2022 3:00pm
27th Dec 2022 3:00pm
Bad omens
'This is beyond my capabilities, Herr Stuff. I will recommend that you consult with Professor Doctor Schmidt at his clinic in Guckenbackenkirche''.
So it was that on this early Monday morning, also in early June of the year of our Lord 1812 that Franz G. Stuff packed his mule for the perilous voyage to the reknowned city on the Isar. Perilous because he would have to go through the Verbotenwald where thieves, wild animals and ghosts ruled. But he would thus save a day. He was confident that his Bible, his Crucifix and his amulets would protect him.
That did not work as he was...
So it was that on this early Monday morning, also in early June of the year of our Lord 1812 that Franz G. Stuff packed his mule for the perilous voyage to the reknowned city on the Isar. Perilous because he would have to go through the Verbotenwald where thieves, wild animals and ghosts ruled. But he would thus save a day. He was confident that his Bible, his Crucifix and his amulets would protect him.
That did not work as he was...
#rejection
#disappointment
97 reads
2 Comments
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
18th Aug 2023 1:59pm
18th Aug 2023 1:59pm
Daredevils
That dirt drive in the middle of the city
Gave us the most uncanny bucolic world
8 acres of non developed real estate
Huck Finn and Daniel Boone would be envious
Gonna Evel Kenievel over Richy, Bobby, Jeff. Daryl, and Tony
Hope we don't break any bones
Street lights start buzzing
Take home your hockey sticks
Gramps is on the front porch
Telling stories about mowing down the Germans
Day dreaming of our blonde beauty
Got the tingles, I've got a crush on her
Too scared to let...
Gave us the most uncanny bucolic world
8 acres of non developed real estate
Huck Finn and Daniel Boone would be envious
Gonna Evel Kenievel over Richy, Bobby, Jeff. Daryl, and Tony
Hope we don't break any bones
Street lights start buzzing
Take home your hockey sticks
Gramps is on the front porch
Telling stories about mowing down the Germans
Day dreaming of our blonde beauty
Got the tingles, I've got a crush on her
Too scared to let...
#happiness
104 reads
12 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2022 9:27am
2nd Oct 2022 9:27am
Aja Lia
Behold the deepest light, of the tender fire"
-Saint Marco, 1664.
She likes to carry a bible.
I don't judge too harshly.
There's worse things.
As a child, in her home country,
she sold matchsticks by the bundle.
At twelve, they're expected
to sell them door to door,
where the lanterns were kept bedside.
Three dollars American, to them,
was a day's pay like their fathers.
But blue-eyed buyers got a break.
Because a pale-eyed baby...
-Saint Marco, 1664.
She likes to carry a bible.
I don't judge too harshly.
There's worse things.
As a child, in her home country,
she sold matchsticks by the bundle.
At twelve, they're expected
to sell them door to door,
where the lanterns were kept bedside.
Three dollars American, to them,
was a day's pay like their fathers.
But blue-eyed buyers got a break.
Because a pale-eyed baby...
#spiritual
#redemption
#morality
456 reads
26 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
17th Jun 2011 11:39am
17th Jun 2011 11:39am
Catwoman Dances a Jig & the Carrot Preens its Feathers
There's a flea in your ear
and a stone in your shoe
'tis the break from the norm that's a pest
You'd like to know more
but you haven't a clue
how those holes all appeared in your vest
When you woke up today
there was sweat on your brow
you lay biting your lip in great pain
And whatever the cause
you've forgotten it now
but you'll know not to do it again
A woman you say,
sharp claws like a cat
exacting revenge in your dream
If only she'd thought
to tell you her name
before you...
and a stone in your shoe
'tis the break from the norm that's a pest
You'd like to know more
but you haven't a clue
how those holes all appeared in your vest
When you woke up today
there was sweat on your brow
you lay biting your lip in great pain
And whatever the cause
you've forgotten it now
but you'll know not to do it again
A woman you say,
sharp claws like a cat
exacting revenge in your dream
If only she'd thought
to tell you her name
before you...
722 reads
4 Comments
Diaryofabasketcase
Poem Published
28th Jun 2023 1:55pm
28th Jun 2023 1:55pm
Unwelcome Guest
#dark
#death
#evil
#tragedy
#suffering
100 reads
2 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
357 reads
18 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 1:01am
29th Oct 2022 1:01am
The time of Halloween
The time of Halloween
Oh I love Halloween, you can't beat some trick or treat, it's a time for scary dress up, it's a time that can't be beat
Pumpkins with evil faces, shining candy apples by the score, a feast of childish fun filled delights, who could ask for more
Spooky ghosts and ghoulies, Vampires and the Wolfman hiding in the dark, stories told by adults. Your fear they're made to spark
You hide under the covers, first check there's nothing under your bed, is there something in your wardrobe or is it in your head
Scary evil nasty...
Oh I love Halloween, you can't beat some trick or treat, it's a time for scary dress up, it's a time that can't be beat
Pumpkins with evil faces, shining candy apples by the score, a feast of childish fun filled delights, who could ask for more
Spooky ghosts and ghoulies, Vampires and the Wolfman hiding in the dark, stories told by adults. Your fear they're made to spark
You hide under the covers, first check there's nothing under your bed, is there something in your wardrobe or is it in your head
Scary evil nasty...
#evil
#scary
#ThrillSeeking
149 reads
0 Comments
lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Craic-Dealer
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2012 7:21am
23rd Dec 2012 7:21am
Some kind of angel
Three times I called out to her.
each time,
she stepped out of the blackness
and stood over me.
I pursed my lips for her kiss
but she just stared,
her face laced with pity
so I cursed her.
again.
(pic from American horror story)
each time,
she stepped out of the blackness
and stood over me.
I pursed my lips for her kiss
but she just stared,
her face laced with pity
so I cursed her.
again.
(pic from American horror story)
1073 reads
20 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 9:11pm
16th Mar 2023 9:11pm
Tears, From An Old Fool
Now my soul is gone,
as my wife used to say,
"in dreams of fishing hooks
tobacco-stained chamber pots
and crawdads"
now rod and reel are gathering dust
and the crawdads are gone
as the silence weeps
but my memories are there
besides the picket fence
were she now sleeps
hearing wind chimes in the air
but none are there
just tears from an old fool,
who loved her too long
holding on to what I have lost.
as my wife used to say,
"in dreams of fishing hooks
tobacco-stained chamber pots
and crawdads"
now rod and reel are gathering dust
and the crawdads are gone
as the silence weeps
but my memories are there
besides the picket fence
were she now sleeps
hearing wind chimes in the air
but none are there
just tears from an old fool,
who loved her too long
holding on to what I have lost.
#love
#spiritual
#memories
186 reads
2 Comments
ajay
Poem Published
26th Jun 2023 1:11pm
26th Jun 2023 1:11pm
In Which ...
.. By Changing Only A Single Letter I Save The Life Of A Character In My Poem Albeit Leaving Him In Need Of An Urgent Change Of Underwear
'Hey, ajay!
Do you think today
you could write me as a proper poem,
without any silly jokes and stuff?'
'OK, Poem.
Just for you,
I'll see what I can do.
Tell me if you think this one's straight enough.'
The sky...
'Hey, ajay!
Do you think today
you could write me as a proper poem,
without any silly jokes and stuff?'
'OK, Poem.
Just for you,
I'll see what I can do.
Tell me if you think this one's straight enough.'
The sky...
#WritingPoetry
116 reads
2 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
12th Sep 2023 6:23pm
12th Sep 2023 6:23pm
I wanna fly..in the sky...!
Oh Lord…I am a very beautiful creature… I thank you that you sent me into this big world in the form of a fish…You have given me glossy lips, beautiful eyes n curvy body. you have carved wonderful designs on my body.. You have given me beautiful delicate wings to swim.. N I'm really thankful to you God...
But hey Lord...I am sad about one thing.. my ancestors were breathing and were dead in this big ocean.. and I too breathing in this limited world..O Lord, please give me chance, give me the power to fly in the sky like a bird.. whenever I try to fly out of the water towards the...
But hey Lord...I am sad about one thing.. my ancestors were breathing and were dead in this big ocean.. and I too breathing in this limited world..O Lord, please give me chance, give me the power to fly in the sky like a bird.. whenever I try to fly out of the water towards the...
#LifeChangingMoment
77 reads
6 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
11th Jul 2023 2:56pm
11th Jul 2023 2:56pm
Reprieve .
He should have been know as colours as his soul was tethered to the dawning of new days . In blues and whites with a smatterings of greens . Every morning that his eyes set upon such simple gifts he felt very affluent given gold coins to put in his pocket. He wasn’t a man to waste time he had been challenged in ways you don’t want to be and it made him blatantly aware of that rhythmic beating in his chest and how with the grace of god he had been blessed . With a reprieve of living with the knowledge that it had been a close call to close for comfort but he was was miraculously gifted extra...
#birth
#death
#aging
#freedom
#nostalgia
78 reads
0 Comments
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