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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
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Joseph-Zenieh
Poem Published
28th Nov 2018 6:38pm
28th Nov 2018 6:38pm
BUT STILL A WOLF
BUT STILL A WOLF
A new_born wolf was nursed by a tender sheep
and grew up a constant love to all their type.
When he got fully grown, he loved to live
with that who helped him in life to survive.
Two rams who saw him faithful to their herd
spoke kindly with him, but they were afraid
of his sharp teeth and his long, fearful claws
that could tear them to pieces in hot rows.
The poor wolf tried his best to show his love.
He warded off attacks, fierce wolves could shove.
He faced great danger just to gain their trust,
and get...
A new_born wolf was nursed by a tender sheep
and grew up a constant love to all their type.
When he got fully grown, he loved to live
with that who helped him in life to survive.
Two rams who saw him faithful to their herd
spoke kindly with him, but they were afraid
of his sharp teeth and his long, fearful claws
that could tear them to pieces in hot rows.
The poor wolf tried his best to show his love.
He warded off attacks, fierce wolves could shove.
He faced great danger just to gain their trust,
and get...
#identity
332 reads
0 Comments
elsiesan
Poem Published
4th Apr 2020 3:13am
4th Apr 2020 3:13am
Digital Transcendence Part II
Laying here
In our digital transcendence
Breathing you into me
Making you a part of me
You feeling my feminine
Curvy smiles
Fingers and hands
Feeling the slope of me .
Pulling me closer to you
I begin to feel your heat
You, the one who
Has touched
My very existence
Drawing me even closer
Tears are welling up
Leaving me near breathless
You really do have
A tremendous affect on me
You pull in close
Positioning me
You slide your full
Manhood into my
Open legs...
In our digital transcendence
Breathing you into me
Making you a part of me
You feeling my feminine
Curvy smiles
Fingers and hands
Feeling the slope of me .
Pulling me closer to you
I begin to feel your heat
You, the one who
Has touched
My very existence
Drawing me even closer
Tears are welling up
Leaving me near breathless
You really do have
A tremendous affect on me
You pull in close
Positioning me
You slide your full
Manhood into my
Open legs...
#depression
#erotic
#rebirth
#suffering
#SelfWorth
82 reads
4 Comments
cheesa
Poem Published
21st Mar 2020 9:50am
21st Mar 2020 9:50am
1984 2020
We wish for an afterlife as this dystopian state draws near
And brings with it the fear
Trembling over viruses global warming and wars
United by division and control and whatever more
God bless those who have died before us and never got to see
Never became part of what will be
History destroyed emotions gone to
For fuck sakes what can we do
We are all on our knees to the one percent
With power there minds be so hell bent
Guess I'll drink my victory gin
Hang myself before that's made a sin
And brings with it the fear
Trembling over viruses global warming and wars
United by division and control and whatever more
God bless those who have died before us and never got to see
Never became part of what will be
History destroyed emotions gone to
For fuck sakes what can we do
We are all on our knees to the one percent
With power there minds be so hell bent
Guess I'll drink my victory gin
Hang myself before that's made a sin
#apocalypse
54 reads
2 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
26th Mar 2020 2:14pm
26th Mar 2020 2:14pm
Boomerang - Teen
Her body lays silent on an old, curved road
and his cherry red French thing revs ready.
She soft-shudders, embracing the cold,
his heaters are blaring full blast.
He powers towards Fram' at ninety,
pulls the wheel, last minute, to steal her breath.
It's all she ever wanted under that small moon,
it's all he ever wanted too -
to know that he both could
and never could in equal measure,
to love with pure abandon, to easily bruise,
to see those sharp edges gleam in each other and worship them as Gods.
He climbs ...
and his cherry red French thing revs ready.
She soft-shudders, embracing the cold,
his heaters are blaring full blast.
He powers towards Fram' at ninety,
pulls the wheel, last minute, to steal her breath.
It's all she ever wanted under that small moon,
it's all he ever wanted too -
to know that he both could
and never could in equal measure,
to love with pure abandon, to easily bruise,
to see those sharp edges gleam in each other and worship them as Gods.
He climbs ...
#love
#dark
#moon #cars
#moon #cars
80 reads
2 Comments
MusicallyMrM
Poem Published
17th Jan 2014 5:25pm
17th Jan 2014 5:25pm
Cassidy Ann
(....an impossible dream that reflects this reticent longing in my heart, yet I still believe)
…..and we made love
and of ourselves
we've shared many times before
but this time, it was different
it was something so much more
this thing less tangible
beyond our grasp
an aura, an excitement
a magical moment
lest we hold fast ...
...to this dream
We roll around the comfort
of our quiet time to play
contently wrapped up
in each others love
our forever warms up to the dawn of a new day
The...
…..and we made love
and of ourselves
we've shared many times before
but this time, it was different
it was something so much more
this thing less tangible
beyond our grasp
an aura, an excitement
a magical moment
lest we hold fast ...
...to this dream
We roll around the comfort
of our quiet time to play
contently wrapped up
in each others love
our forever warms up to the dawn of a new day
The...
613 reads
7 Comments
Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
25th May 2020 11:57am
25th May 2020 11:57am
Dreams of Faeries
she sang of tomorrow
on the lonely glade
surrounded by pale light
from sun clouded over
with flecks of dusts
from yesterdays tears
the last of them
the conquered clan
I dreamed of her
soulful with dark
yellow hair
green gossamer dress
songs lilting over glen
lost in swishing wind
from the land
named after a Goddess
Waking up to eastern sun
far far away
wondering at the sounds
of shaman's chant.
on the lonely glade
surrounded by pale light
from sun clouded over
with flecks of dusts
from yesterdays tears
the last of them
the conquered clan
I dreamed of her
soulful with dark
yellow hair
green gossamer dress
songs lilting over glen
lost in swishing wind
from the land
named after a Goddess
Waking up to eastern sun
far far away
wondering at the sounds
of shaman's chant.
#love
#ghosts
#fairies #mythology
#fairies #mythology
49 reads
8 Comments
JAZZMANOR
Poem Published
18th Feb 2014 3:25am
18th Feb 2014 3:25am
Oh Stevie's Vision
Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering
What you had, And what you lost
And what you had, And what you lost"
Ruins of ancient civilizations
Tell many stories
Lovers, gamblers, dictators, downfalls and their glories
Peace agents and those with a thirst for blood
Secrets that even today no one wants...
You say you want your freedom
Well who am I to keep you down
It's only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
But listen carefully to the sound
Of your loneliness
Like a heartbeat, drives you mad
In the stillness of remembering
What you had, And what you lost
And what you had, And what you lost"
Ruins of ancient civilizations
Tell many stories
Lovers, gamblers, dictators, downfalls and their glories
Peace agents and those with a thirst for blood
Secrets that even today no one wants...
539 reads
6 Comments
LobodeSanPedro
Poem Published
22nd Jun 2013 4:24pm
22nd Jun 2013 4:24pm
Mino
Mino
My skin midnight in pitch to echo my panther's
Hair tufted and coarse flows like the savannah
For the Gods greet me with morning whispers
Service and duty to my king is nestled in my womb
The only seed I have ever known
It is sacred
Cherished
Life affirming
Men would take of me if they could
But my eyes were never trained to succumb to their weaknesses
Their vengeance is met with fury and turned...
My skin midnight in pitch to echo my panther's
Hair tufted and coarse flows like the savannah
For the Gods greet me with morning whispers
Service and duty to my king is nestled in my womb
The only seed I have ever known
It is sacred
Cherished
Life affirming
Men would take of me if they could
But my eyes were never trained to succumb to their weaknesses
Their vengeance is met with fury and turned...
691 reads
13 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
27th Oct 2019 4:51pm
27th Oct 2019 4:51pm
Some Zed`s
I though I would take some Zed's
Have a small doze and rest my head
But my stomach felt upset
It was the zucchini and zoysia soup
Dipped crisp bread of zwieback in the gloop
I was quite ill, felt quite grim
My being floating like a zeppelin
Not the zenith of the day
The hospital was in Mesopotamia
A ziggart mostly made of clay
The doctors prescribed tincture of zinc
So bitter that it made me wince
My head it swam. blue zinnias sprout
Fantasies of alphabet compete and shout
A to Z the poetry that were announced ...
Have a small doze and rest my head
But my stomach felt upset
It was the zucchini and zoysia soup
Dipped crisp bread of zwieback in the gloop
I was quite ill, felt quite grim
My being floating like a zeppelin
Not the zenith of the day
The hospital was in Mesopotamia
A ziggart mostly made of clay
The doctors prescribed tincture of zinc
So bitter that it made me wince
My head it swam. blue zinnias sprout
Fantasies of alphabet compete and shout
A to Z the poetry that were announced ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#memorial
#acceptance
92 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
24th Feb 2020 8:26pm
24th Feb 2020 8:26pm
A DIAMOND AMONGST STONES
From my deepest thoughts to my inner deepness of my true feelings of my mere enternal emotions of love, that I crave for you in ways that would hypnotize and mesmerize your mind as well as your flesh of your soul deeply opening up your heart.
As it reaches deep as well as far and beyond the deep passion of mere dimensions of neither space were there is no...
As it reaches deep as well as far and beyond the deep passion of mere dimensions of neither space were there is no...
#love
#romantic
#FallingInLove
#admiration
#ForbiddenLove
268 reads
11 Comments
socksscareme
Socks
Socks
Poem Published
4th Jun 2020 8:26am
4th Jun 2020 8:26am
In Silence
More strange words from when I wake from dreams. It's on my profile I'm a tree, now not literally obviously or maybe I'm just a Little Shop Of Horrors in my own right. I have a lot of dreams where I'm a tree though but I'm also me, observing me being a tree.
In this dream I was a tree, also me watching myself as a tree, all the way until I was permeating infinity.
Some words were narrated in the dream and others were just at the tip of my mind when I woke up.
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In Silence
Her...
In this dream I was a tree, also me watching myself as a tree, all the way until I was permeating infinity.
Some words were narrated in the dream and others were just at the tip of my mind when I woke up.
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In Silence
Her...
#love
#dreams
#forest #trees
#forest #trees
96 reads
11 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 1:20am
18th Jul 2019 1:20am
[ On Poetry ] From The Ground Up
I could have attended Harvard -
it being a good thirty minute drive
north of the cornstalk bars comprising
my prison cell in rural northern Illinois
Given such cob-nobbed coordinates
it's safe to say that Oxford professors
weren't in my crop circle of acquaintances
Don't get me started on public education -
in the Eighties, it was appalling, lacking
I admit to slacking and falling behind
Not failing, mind you
Hey, when...
it being a good thirty minute drive
north of the cornstalk bars comprising
my prison cell in rural northern Illinois
Given such cob-nobbed coordinates
it's safe to say that Oxford professors
weren't in my crop circle of acquaintances
Don't get me started on public education -
in the Eighties, it was appalling, lacking
I admit to slacking and falling behind
Not failing, mind you
Hey, when...
#WritingPoetry
157 reads
7 Comments
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