Story Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Poems published by members most recently online.
I_IS_ME
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 5:07am
21st Sep 2020 5:07am
Gave At The Office
I'm the only motherfucker you know that's worse than Action Jackson
Shaft standing between fucking two atoms smashing
Compared to me the big bang explosion was simply an explosive fraction
I'm Chernobyl on crack, I'm several fucking nuclear reactions
Somebody got mad because several fucking dealers got robbed
Bitches patroling the hood ready to squad and mob
Are they forgetting what the fuck these bitches do for a living
Have they forgotten how many innocent babies are no longer among the living
Fucking bandwagon bitches ready to fucking...
Shaft standing between fucking two atoms smashing
Compared to me the big bang explosion was simply an explosive fraction
I'm Chernobyl on crack, I'm several fucking nuclear reactions
Somebody got mad because several fucking dealers got robbed
Bitches patroling the hood ready to squad and mob
Are they forgetting what the fuck these bitches do for a living
Have they forgotten how many innocent babies are no longer among the living
Fucking bandwagon bitches ready to fucking...
#anger
#violence
#narrative
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takis1917
Poem Published
17th Apr 2020 1:43pm
17th Apr 2020 1:43pm
John Smith's Point
The convenience of yesterday,
this available ease
that gifted him
an irresistible charm of coolness,
had long vanished in the thin air.
He kicked and screamed;
he cussed and cursed;
he cried "foul" and demanded
its immediate and unconditional return;
its reappearance, one way or another...
John Smith
had reached a point;
had reached the point of no return
as he was, earnestly, predicting
his imminent return...
this available ease
that gifted him
an irresistible charm of coolness,
had long vanished in the thin air.
He kicked and screamed;
he cussed and cursed;
he cried "foul" and demanded
its immediate and unconditional return;
its reappearance, one way or another...
John Smith
had reached a point;
had reached the point of no return
as he was, earnestly, predicting
his imminent return...
#parody
99 reads
3 Comments
Phantom2426
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2020 6:19am
22nd Apr 2020 6:19am
My Freaking Dreams
In my dreams a
person who was adopted
comes up to me
told me she was
my daughter which
suprised me because
of her age and her
date of birth then it
made sense to me that
my oldest brother put my name
on the adoption papers
So I blackmailed him for
the freaking truth
I still don't know
What this dream means
person who was adopted
comes up to me
told me she was
my daughter which
suprised me because
of her age and her
date of birth then it
made sense to me that
my oldest brother put my name
on the adoption papers
So I blackmailed him for
the freaking truth
I still don't know
What this dream means
#brother
#dreams
#respect
#daughter
#responsibility
138 reads
5 Comments
NewBeginnings
Poem Published
4th Jul 2020 9:03pm
4th Jul 2020 9:03pm
The Dreamer
She dreams of houses in the hills,
Away from all the city lights—
Of daisy fields and daffodils,
She derives such great delight.
By day she makes an honest wage,
Shucking corn beneath the sun—
By night, she dreams of better days,
Of golden fields and olden fun.
Oh, how she longs for brighter days...
When the sound of music filled the air;
Where children used to laugh and play,
And they would sing without a care.
But that was long before the war...
Before she lost her eldest son;
Things are so...
Away from all the city lights—
Of daisy fields and daffodils,
She derives such great delight.
By day she makes an honest wage,
Shucking corn beneath the sun—
By night, she dreams of better days,
Of golden fields and olden fun.
Oh, how she longs for brighter days...
When the sound of music filled the air;
Where children used to laugh and play,
And they would sing without a care.
But that was long before the war...
Before she lost her eldest son;
Things are so...
#happiness
#dreams
#memories
#escape
#nostalgia
178 reads
15 Comments
jmerrick73
Poem Published
23rd May 2017 5:49am
23rd May 2017 5:49am
These dreams..........
Most of the time i sit back and think of what life woulda been like if mom woulda never died.
then i would have to sit here and count all the tears i cried.
where would i be at? what kinda job would i have?
would i have a wife and kids? as i sit and have these thoughts i begin to laugh.
cause i can't change the past can't do a damn thing about it.
i can try to make the future great,let me think about it.
my mentality is stuck in the past recalling the last words my mom spoke to me.
"don't worry i'll be back soon" that's what she said exactly.
then...
then i would have to sit here and count all the tears i cried.
where would i be at? what kinda job would i have?
would i have a wife and kids? as i sit and have these thoughts i begin to laugh.
cause i can't change the past can't do a damn thing about it.
i can try to make the future great,let me think about it.
my mentality is stuck in the past recalling the last words my mom spoke to me.
"don't worry i'll be back soon" that's what she said exactly.
then...
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nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
20th Aug 2019 9:16pm
20th Aug 2019 9:16pm
James Landis Story Chapter 51
#LifeGoals
#passion
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SilverBeaver_42
Poem Published
30th Jun 2020 4:56am
30th Jun 2020 4:56am
Celebrate
Awoke to a morning
twilight dream
or nightmare
A tea candle guttered out leaving
a little line of smoke winding upward
Was you?
Will never know when to stop
feeling sorry for self
Will never know when you died
So i can stop crying
to celebrate our time together
twilight dream
or nightmare
A tea candle guttered out leaving
a little line of smoke winding upward
Was you?
Will never know when to stop
feeling sorry for self
Will never know when you died
So i can stop crying
to celebrate our time together
#dreams
#nightmares
113 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
27th Apr 2020 5:20pm
27th Apr 2020 5:20pm
an april phantasy
The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day
He created Spring. -- Bernard Williams
kiss my eyes
ye blooming daffodils
send down my spine thy thrills
sweet lilies kept for dancing bees
that dangle on thy breeze
maximise
this spring thing that i crave
o marigold. a slave
to unrequited dreams, i stir
in an impassioned blur
whose the prize
should april leave me still unwed
odessa being my bride instead
© Copyright 2020 April 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
He created Spring. -- Bernard Williams
kiss my eyes
ye blooming daffodils
send down my spine thy thrills
sweet lilies kept for dancing bees
that dangle on thy breeze
maximise
this spring thing that i crave
o marigold. a slave
to unrequited dreams, i stir
in an impassioned blur
whose the prize
should april leave me still unwed
odessa being my bride instead
© Copyright 2020 April 27
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#utopia
#spring
#nature
103 reads
5 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 3:50am
15th Sep 2020 3:50am
Boney Cage ~True Loves Decay
confined within
their boney cage
True Love's
hearts
slowly rage
betrothed
and curse'd
ravaged
and undead
lovers
caught
in time's
own crawl
forever
lost
a dark cabal
slowly wilted
decrepit
skin
firstly slips
unspoken moans
sans
boney
lips
rotting
slowly
bones
remaining
pain filled
flesh
never
retaining
lasting
horror
through
love's
pure sorrow
these two
will ...
their boney cage
True Love's
hearts
slowly rage
betrothed
and curse'd
ravaged
and undead
lovers
caught
in time's
own crawl
forever
lost
a dark cabal
slowly wilted
decrepit
skin
firstly slips
unspoken moans
sans
boney
lips
rotting
slowly
bones
remaining
pain filled
flesh
never
retaining
lasting
horror
through
love's
pure sorrow
these two
will ...
#Halloween
#ghosts
#lover
78 reads
12 Comments
Em-ily
Poem Published
8th Aug 2020 8:06pm
8th Aug 2020 8:06pm
betty
image poem
#ShortStory
71 reads
2 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
16th Sep 2020 2:32pm
16th Sep 2020 2:32pm
Trump is Fighting Institutional Racism
Biden said Trump
was pro-defund police
At first I thought
he was lying
so I laughed
but then I felt bad
for laughing
at someone
who thinks he’s
running for re-election
against himself
for Senate
...and doesn’t
remember
where he is
But his point
remains...
Trump knows there’s
systematic racism
And he wants to
fix it all
whether it’s
police who “choke”
Or race-bait
policies
He’s...
was pro-defund police
At first I thought
he was lying
so I laughed
but then I felt bad
for laughing
at someone
who thinks he’s
running for re-election
against himself
for Senate
...and doesn’t
remember
where he is
But his point
remains...
Trump knows there’s
systematic racism
And he wants to
fix it all
whether it’s
police who “choke”
Or race-bait
policies
He’s...
#politics
#honesty
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