Story Poems by Members Last Online
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Poems published by members most recently online.
flowergirl
Poem Published
13th Apr 2016 8:05pm
13th Apr 2016 8:05pm
Miracle
looked upon you from clouds above
can see you smiling back at me
we trade happy thoughts of luv
single tear rolled off my cheek
at the same time I felt your soul leak
both tears traveled in the breeze
as your blue and my purple tear collided
lightening streaked and thunder sounded
sky began to darken and weep
I was frightened loosing sight of your beautiful face
sent down prayers then spread my wings to shield you
then I heard a voice, "she is strong, she will be alright"
knew this familiar voice that...
can see you smiling back at me
we trade happy thoughts of luv
single tear rolled off my cheek
at the same time I felt your soul leak
both tears traveled in the breeze
as your blue and my purple tear collided
lightening streaked and thunder sounded
sky began to darken and weep
I was frightened loosing sight of your beautiful face
sent down prayers then spread my wings to shield you
then I heard a voice, "she is strong, she will be alright"
knew this familiar voice that...
468 reads
24 Comments
PandoraUnleashed
Poem Published
7th Jul 2018 1:40am
7th Jul 2018 1:40am
On Edge
#erotic
#dirty
#sexy
552 reads
12 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Nov 2018 9:01pm
25th Nov 2018 9:01pm
Opera Diva
Opera Diva
Young and ebony
She sings opera
Down the YMCA hallway
Young and far from home
My lonely heart needs her
But my madness makes me
Remote as a polar bear
Who lumbers across arctic ice
While in the tundra of the night I roam
To where she does a coffee shop gig
For bread to sing about
In these tropically warmed halls
Where her voice is a passionate torch
In the Denver night
Young and ebony
She sings opera
Down the YMCA hallway
Young and far from home
My lonely heart needs her
But my madness makes me
Remote as a polar bear
Who lumbers across arctic ice
While in the tundra of the night I roam
To where she does a coffee shop gig
For bread to sing about
In these tropically warmed halls
Where her voice is a passionate torch
In the Denver night
#love
#romantic
#memories
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beanbandit
Poem Published
22nd Apr 2017 4:47pm
22nd Apr 2017 4:47pm
Earth day
Into a black hole
Surrounded by a void
An Atom fell
drawn in by the
gravity of the
dense mass
When the Atom
reached the event horizon
and passed into
the voidless center
something became
The ethereal ocean
providing fluid nourishment
Consciousness providing nutrient
And the Atom itself providing
the light needed
to draw forth its roots
And a mighty tree grew
in a spherical shape
that expanded into
the smallest microcosms
And on this tree
grew a fruit
among many fruits
But...
Surrounded by a void
An Atom fell
drawn in by the
gravity of the
dense mass
When the Atom
reached the event horizon
and passed into
the voidless center
something became
The ethereal ocean
providing fluid nourishment
Consciousness providing nutrient
And the Atom itself providing
the light needed
to draw forth its roots
And a mighty tree grew
in a spherical shape
that expanded into
the smallest microcosms
And on this tree
grew a fruit
among many fruits
But...
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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 ...
432 reads
9 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
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7 Comments
Fetchitnow
Poem Published
Today 1:47am
Today 1:47am
Rainbow Fairy Floss By The Seashore
RAINBOW FAIRY FLOSS BY THE SEASHORE
From the 4th diary entry of Stewy Lemmon's childhood adventures.
We had a whale of a time last weekend on a trip with my family to the seaside resort named Slipslopslap Bay. It is located about three hours from my home.
Once we arrived at our rented holiday wood cabin put our clothes away in the wardrobe and placed our food in the fridge, we all decided as a family what we would do next.
My Mum, Flo, took my younger brother, Lemmy, to the local carnival for rides, drinks and even some pink coloured fairy floss and...
From the 4th diary entry of Stewy Lemmon's childhood adventures.
We had a whale of a time last weekend on a trip with my family to the seaside resort named Slipslopslap Bay. It is located about three hours from my home.
Once we arrived at our rented holiday wood cabin put our clothes away in the wardrobe and placed our food in the fridge, we all decided as a family what we would do next.
My Mum, Flo, took my younger brother, Lemmy, to the local carnival for rides, drinks and even some pink coloured fairy floss and...
#children
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JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
18th Jul 2019 1:20am
18th Jul 2019 1:20am
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 dollars for...
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 dollars for...
#WritingPoetry
70 reads
7 Comments
hrshykss
Poem Published
19th May 2019 1:03am
19th May 2019 1:03am
Our Truly Violent Love (A Sinful Alliance: Hrshykss and HF)
#lust
#dark
#violence
143 reads
3 Comments
cold_fusion
Poem Published
15th Oct 2019 2:50pm
15th Oct 2019 2:50pm
...and the blind one sang
and the blind one sang
of colors
he felt
when life
dealt
him joy
and he sang
of a canvas
with texture
that erupted
of emotions
and leapt
past boundaries
of light
and sight
oh the height
of pleasure
oh the heights
of pleasure
and the blind man sang
of pebbles
being dropped
in ponds
ripples
making landfall
under his eye
he cries
they said
and he sang
the blind man
he sang
...
of colors
he felt
when life
dealt
him joy
and he sang
of a canvas
with texture
that erupted
of emotions
and leapt
past boundaries
of light
and sight
oh the height
of pleasure
oh the heights
of pleasure
and the blind man sang
of pebbles
being dropped
in ponds
ripples
making landfall
under his eye
he cries
they said
and he sang
the blind man
he sang
...
#love
#nature
#humankind #art
#humankind #art
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10 Comments
Tenderloin
Poem Published
4th May 2019 4:05am
4th May 2019 4:05am
Obscured In The Slumber
That hour strikes
alone in your silence,
discomfort within
tossing to find
the resting position
that will allow
a day to evaporate
requiring
the unconcious peace
that can open the door
to the visitors
of past, present, future
hoping to remember
what may have been imparted
or even discarded
- some living, some dead
and some never known
but the presence felt
and the emotion intense
piecing together
words said
before the intrusion
of the mounting sun.
alone in your silence,
discomfort within
tossing to find
the resting position
that will allow
a day to evaporate
requiring
the unconcious peace
that can open the door
to the visitors
of past, present, future
hoping to remember
what may have been imparted
or even discarded
- some living, some dead
and some never known
but the presence felt
and the emotion intense
piecing together
words said
before the intrusion
of the mounting sun.
#dreams
#SelfReflection
#wisdom
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6 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
14th Sep 2019 5:52pm
14th Sep 2019 5:52pm
Before the Battle
In a room made of logs and wood,
With giant windows, at which, at one point, each one stood,
As they entered,
Bewildered, at the life ahead of them in exchange for all they had surrendered.
By the entrance, lies the health kit locker,
Not far from the corner,
Where, up on the walls,
Posters, with all their scrawls.
As I stand here in the base,
I see many a face,
The battle-worn, the weary,
And the downright crazy.
Many faces, of all different clothes, hairstyles and colors, beards and...hats?
I see men armed to...
With giant windows, at which, at one point, each one stood,
As they entered,
Bewildered, at the life ahead of them in exchange for all they had surrendered.
By the entrance, lies the health kit locker,
Not far from the corner,
Where, up on the walls,
Posters, with all their scrawls.
As I stand here in the base,
I see many a face,
The battle-worn, the weary,
And the downright crazy.
Many faces, of all different clothes, hairstyles and colors, beards and...hats?
I see men armed to...
#hope
#soldiers
#violence #war
#violence #war
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