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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Poems published by members most recently online.
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
26th Sep 2024 6:32pm
26th Sep 2024 6:32pm
Photographs, a collaborative diptych
These two poems represent a collaboration with a sleeping DU member, who spends his spare time writing on the sole of his slipper with a biro. The first poem is mine, the second is his.
Human Remains
We returned to the house
a time after
and mowed the lawn
and painted where
the paint had started to peel.
And somewhere in the process
we found photographs of how they looked
when they were young
and their home hadn't yet become
a mausoleum.
She wore pink crinoline on special occasions
and he wore moccasins. ...
Human Remains
We returned to the house
a time after
and mowed the lawn
and painted where
the paint had started to peel.
And somewhere in the process
we found photographs of how they looked
when they were young
and their home hadn't yet become
a mausoleum.
She wore pink crinoline on special occasions
and he wore moccasins. ...
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#loneliness #memories
#loneliness #memories
66 reads
2 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
9th Jun 2024 10:25pm
9th Jun 2024 10:25pm
Something Wicked this Way Comes (my rendition)
When diamonds dance on oceans waves
Sinks to the bottom of Poseidon's caves.
When push and pull are too strong to bear
and all who see turn to despair.
A shimmer of hope once appeared
on an ethereal face, it did glare.
Unbeknownst to all but true.
beneath the sweet is putrid glue.
With commanding grace and words,
that spread like fire.
All coward down
To its desire.
Claws and teeth were exposed.
Slashing through designer clothes.
Tears and wails floated on the wind.
As it echoes and...
Sinks to the bottom of Poseidon's caves.
When push and pull are too strong to bear
and all who see turn to despair.
A shimmer of hope once appeared
on an ethereal face, it did glare.
Unbeknownst to all but true.
beneath the sweet is putrid glue.
With commanding grace and words,
that spread like fire.
All coward down
To its desire.
Claws and teeth were exposed.
Slashing through designer clothes.
Tears and wails floated on the wind.
As it echoes and...
#rhyming
#dark
#karma #tragedy
#karma #tragedy
20 reads
15 Comments
Pete_25
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 9:30am
2nd Oct 2024 9:30am
Redefine
Deep inside, don't understand
Eyes shut wide, ears expand
Signals sail upon cloud nine
Hear the bangs, echoes mime
Area grey, what's that tune?
Hysteria sways, I'll be back soon
Touch the sky, life rewinds
Dreamland spies... redefine
Eyes shut wide, ears expand
Signals sail upon cloud nine
Hear the bangs, echoes mime
Area grey, what's that tune?
Hysteria sways, I'll be back soon
Touch the sky, life rewinds
Dreamland spies... redefine
#emotions
72 reads
12 Comments
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2023 2:46am
3rd Feb 2023 2:46am
The 678 never-ending catsongs
~ Written on the 30th of October 2008 ~~
Waiting in her hopeless agony,
the shadows are running around.
In this world, there's no harmony..
She's running through the ghostly sound.
Now, she's shaking in her deadly paroxysm.
The black hole in her soul, here is the end.
She's been stuck between her dreams,
trying to reach her imaginary friend.
Shadows under her eyes, scary gongs.
World is empty, and the lonely cats
are singing their never-ending songs..
Waiting in her hopeless agony,
the shadows are running around.
In this world, there's no harmony..
She's running through the ghostly sound.
Now, she's shaking in her deadly paroxysm.
The black hole in her soul, here is the end.
She's been stuck between her dreams,
trying to reach her imaginary friend.
Shadows under her eyes, scary gongs.
World is empty, and the lonely cats
are singing their never-ending songs..
#loneliness
#dreams
#night
#ghosts
#mystery
274 reads
0 Comments
billu1109
Seul Billu
Seul Billu
Poem Published
13th Aug 2023 2:13am
13th Aug 2023 2:13am
FIRST TIME
Let's just pretend that we have never met.
I didn't keep staring at you the first time
i meet you.
You never smiled thinking how stupid I'm.
We simply crossed each other like we cross hundreds of people every day.
Let's just pretend the love between us never existed.
I didn't wait for hours in front of your building & you never came out of your apartment.
Let's just pretend that's your cat doesn't recognise me by the scent of my Hoodia
you stole.
Because that's how things should be.
✍️write:...
I didn't keep staring at you the first time
i meet you.
You never smiled thinking how stupid I'm.
We simply crossed each other like we cross hundreds of people every day.
Let's just pretend the love between us never existed.
I didn't wait for hours in front of your building & you never came out of your apartment.
Let's just pretend that's your cat doesn't recognise me by the scent of my Hoodia
you stole.
Because that's how things should be.
✍️write:...
#love
#girlfriend
#dreams
#lover
#MovingOn
433 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 6:50pm
6th Jun 2024 6:50pm
The Tragic - with fianaturie8
What started as an option in our suburban home
became the beginning of our whorish hands...on the
weekends and timeframe. What was disturbing
became the focus annihilating our inhibitions.
Mortal decadence our ambiance and crème brûlée.
With no taboo or compensation to shadow the
ogre's illicit bouquet. The herringbone fresco
denuding gaslights surrounding the Grotto with a
scratch-off patch."No one understands the dark as
we do, it leaves us scared. If they could fathom the
dance of Sodom they would be...
became the beginning of our whorish hands...on the
weekends and timeframe. What was disturbing
became the focus annihilating our inhibitions.
Mortal decadence our ambiance and crème brûlée.
With no taboo or compensation to shadow the
ogre's illicit bouquet. The herringbone fresco
denuding gaslights surrounding the Grotto with a
scratch-off patch."No one understands the dark as
we do, it leaves us scared. If they could fathom the
dance of Sodom they would be...
#BDSM
#dark
#erotic
#lust
#collaboration
172 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 7:29pm
4th Oct 2024 7:29pm
She was one with nature
When I reach into your pocket
That's when I lose control
I can feel your crotch and how wet you are
Nobody knows freedom until you orgasm
My place or yours?
My place has a better view of the old oak tree that you worship
C'mon let's go
That's ok that your one with the trees, I get it
After we fuck and experience freedom, we can climb that tree to the top
Reality will creep back into our lives again
We hate it!
We need to experience euphoria in our own utopia... forever
If you reach the top before me, make a wish and then jump ...
That's when I lose control
I can feel your crotch and how wet you are
Nobody knows freedom until you orgasm
My place or yours?
My place has a better view of the old oak tree that you worship
C'mon let's go
That's ok that your one with the trees, I get it
After we fuck and experience freedom, we can climb that tree to the top
Reality will creep back into our lives again
We hate it!
We need to experience euphoria in our own utopia... forever
If you reach the top before me, make a wish and then jump ...
#apathy
#freedom
#nature
#sex
#suicide
52 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 4:52am
29th Sep 2024 4:52am
mr guitar man
Notes and chords have become my second language and,
more often than not, that vocabulary expresses what I feel
when language fails me.”—Larry Burkett
his strings have more to say
than his pursed lips ever did
i sit and watch him play,
for the talent that he hid:
superiorer in silence than in sound.
his fingers are his tongue,
and his strings the orator,
whose words are fiercely strung
like a guileless praedator, ...
more often than not, that vocabulary expresses what I feel
when language fails me.”—Larry Burkett
his strings have more to say
than his pursed lips ever did
i sit and watch him play,
for the talent that he hid:
superiorer in silence than in sound.
his fingers are his tongue,
and his strings the orator,
whose words are fiercely strung
like a guileless praedator, ...
#emotional
#emotions
#guitars
#music
#strength
47 reads
2 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
8th Jul 2024 1:44pm
8th Jul 2024 1:44pm
The Metamorphosis of the Octopus Crab Man
Beneath the full moon’s silver gaze
a masculine form, once solid and sure,
becomes a spectral dance of limbs,
an enigma woven from ocean’s lore.
His skin, a carapace of ancient secrets,
cracks open, revealing lunar scars,
as if the celestial orb itself etched
the map of forgotten battles upon his flesh.
The crab man once rooted in earthly sands
now writhes, limbs elongating, contorting,
his chitinous armor yielding to moonlight’s pull.
A metamorphosis scripted in cosmic ink.
His eyes once resolute and...
a masculine form, once solid and sure,
becomes a spectral dance of limbs,
an enigma woven from ocean’s lore.
His skin, a carapace of ancient secrets,
cracks open, revealing lunar scars,
as if the celestial orb itself etched
the map of forgotten battles upon his flesh.
The crab man once rooted in earthly sands
now writhes, limbs elongating, contorting,
his chitinous armor yielding to moonlight’s pull.
A metamorphosis scripted in cosmic ink.
His eyes once resolute and...
#CallToAction
#dreams
#metaphor
#moon
#war
90 reads
2 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 7:21am
25th Nov 2023 7:21am
I SAW HER RIDE (LADY GODIVA BY PEEPING TOM)
I saw her ride,
legs to one side,
nothing to hide
amid the street,
while the discreet
let not eyes meet.
Her long thick hair
covered her, bare,
to derriere.
She sat upright
in the dim light
as day met night.
No more I saw -
my eyes went sore
sight did withdraw.
I'd been struck blind,
things could not find.
Guilt seared my mind.
legs to one side,
nothing to hide
amid the street,
while the discreet
let not eyes meet.
Her long thick hair
covered her, bare,
to derriere.
She sat upright
in the dim light
as day met night.
No more I saw -
my eyes went sore
sight did withdraw.
I'd been struck blind,
things could not find.
Guilt seared my mind.
#rhyming
#tradition
213 reads
0 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
1188 reads
7 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...
767 reads
4 Comments
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