Story Poems by Members Last Online
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Poems published by members most recently online.
Adelphina
Poem Published
15th Sep 2021 1:34am
15th Sep 2021 1:34am
Spiders
Clans of
venomous spiders
nurtured her
from conception
Their black spiny
spindle of legs
wove her skin
of immortal silk
decades ago
Spinnerets
sparkle like
poisonous ornaments
from the wall of
nightshade that
blooms in
her bedroom
Innocence embodied
in a toxic
withered frame
Lean in a
smidge closer
Her web of
white gold
sparkles like
sugared crystals
You know
She needs one
reason to sting
The lingering
scent of red
in her web ...
venomous spiders
nurtured her
from conception
Their black spiny
spindle of legs
wove her skin
of immortal silk
decades ago
Spinnerets
sparkle like
poisonous ornaments
from the wall of
nightshade that
blooms in
her bedroom
Innocence embodied
in a toxic
withered frame
Lean in a
smidge closer
Her web of
white gold
sparkles like
sugared crystals
You know
She needs one
reason to sting
The lingering
scent of red
in her web ...
#love
#lies
#nature #deception
#nature #deception
138 reads
24 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2018 1:13pm
2nd Nov 2018 1:13pm
dreamweaver
I'm not Native American
I think it's important to start this stating that
my children and ex-are Native American
my children's grandmother long since passed on
often appears to me in dreams
she did so last night
I couldn't shake the dream
I am no dream interpreter
so I have no understanding what it means
just the drive to write it down
it began, I was on an archeological dig
they were carrying out works of art and texts
asking what I would carry
I said the texts as they were of most important
answering...
I think it's important to start this stating that
my children and ex-are Native American
my children's grandmother long since passed on
often appears to me in dreams
she did so last night
I couldn't shake the dream
I am no dream interpreter
so I have no understanding what it means
just the drive to write it down
it began, I was on an archeological dig
they were carrying out works of art and texts
asking what I would carry
I said the texts as they were of most important
answering...
#love
#children
#dreams
449 reads
24 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
26th Jun 2019 11:17pm
26th Jun 2019 11:17pm
Homing Call
I remind him of his mother
and shes been gone a long time
he looks deeply through me
I feel like I have to oblige
almost like he calls her soul home
and she looks through my eyes.
I'll let him have that
I too can be kind.
and shes been gone a long time
he looks deeply through me
I feel like I have to oblige
almost like he calls her soul home
and she looks through my eyes.
I'll let him have that
I too can be kind.
#death
269 reads
0 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
28th Jul 2021 8:50am
28th Jul 2021 8:50am
ridiculous dreams and an inkling that might still linger
I think (or dream)
there was only one...
who (knew)
that particularity
where being finally found
is bound by individual choice
perhaps a consensuality of a lifetime
the only one
brave enough
to show beauty in weakness
when the ache required truth
and truth required
a heart to love
without an iota of bias
the only one
to appreciate and recognize,
knowing how judgment,
corrodes and corrupts;
that being open
means
in
every.
single. ...
there was only one...
who (knew)
that particularity
where being finally found
is bound by individual choice
perhaps a consensuality of a lifetime
the only one
brave enough
to show beauty in weakness
when the ache required truth
and truth required
a heart to love
without an iota of bias
the only one
to appreciate and recognize,
knowing how judgment,
corrodes and corrupts;
that being open
means
in
every.
single. ...
#dreams
#honesty
#nightmares
#crush
#NoPoo
176 reads
17 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
27th Apr 2021 3:16am
27th Apr 2021 3:16am
Perplexing Dreams
Based on a true story
I've been having strange dreams that I can’t interpret
Each dream is like the one I had the previous night
In my dreams I have incredible energy and power
I’m like a disembodied super-intelligent life form
I have invisible wings and I can fly faster than angels
The dreams seem to be real events and it perplexes me
I’m always afraid of ugly spirits or something else
And I'm always trying to escape from things I can’t see
I feel like I’m trapped in a dark underground place
And I explode like a bomb to get out,...
I've been having strange dreams that I can’t interpret
Each dream is like the one I had the previous night
In my dreams I have incredible energy and power
I’m like a disembodied super-intelligent life form
I have invisible wings and I can fly faster than angels
The dreams seem to be real events and it perplexes me
I’m always afraid of ugly spirits or something else
And I'm always trying to escape from things I can’t see
I feel like I’m trapped in a dark underground place
And I explode like a bomb to get out,...
#dark
#dreams
#power
#night
#fear
82 reads
0 Comments
Calligraphee
Poem Published
30th Sep 2019 3:22pm
30th Sep 2019 3:22pm
Pick Your Poison
There’s something under my bed,” she said.
While kneeling down I heard her whisper from beneath the mattress, “There’s something in my room.”
While kneeling down I heard her whisper from beneath the mattress, “There’s something in my room.”
#dark
#evil
#scary #ShortStory
#scary #ShortStory
505 reads
6 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
17th Mar 2014 00:19am
17th Mar 2014 00:19am
In The Depths Of The British Museum
in the depths of the British Museum,
in a small basement, largely neglected,
lie bronze, papyrus and bacteria,
packed in crates, unopened, undetected...
there is one, beneath the rest, wherein lies
a corpse, bequeathed in 1893...
it is forgotten and unclassified,
donated, it seems, anonymously...
****************
he was a keen butterfly collector,
he grew lavender and came from Provence...
and why he was left to the museum
had all to do with these sunflowers, once...
in a small basement, largely neglected,
lie bronze, papyrus and bacteria,
packed in crates, unopened, undetected...
there is one, beneath the rest, wherein lies
a corpse, bequeathed in 1893...
it is forgotten and unclassified,
donated, it seems, anonymously...
****************
he was a keen butterfly collector,
he grew lavender and came from Provence...
and why he was left to the museum
had all to do with these sunflowers, once...
410 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
9th Jun 2021 8:56pm
9th Jun 2021 8:56pm
Samhain
Samhain
Sofia on lacrima sofa loom
Weaves Hawthorne wreath
Into gable of golden confetti
Whose wisdom wanders
Shepherd’s trails
Across moors where banshees
Wail womanly holy hemlock
Over hectares of Hades
To be herd and heard
On Samhain sparrows
Sofia on lacrima sofa loom
Weaves Hawthorne wreath
Into gable of golden confetti
Whose wisdom wanders
Shepherd’s trails
Across moors where banshees
Wail womanly holy hemlock
Over hectares of Hades
To be herd and heard
On Samhain sparrows
#sadness
#love
#marriage
132 reads
9 Comments
SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 4:07pm
24th Nov 2021 4:07pm
A DOORWAY FOR SPIDER WOMAN
Spider woman tickles the earth
And tickles the roots
For she knows the worth
Of the sprouts and the shoots
She uses her fingers
To hold things together
And when it is needed
She conjures a tether
As strong as the ore
Of the mountains up high
Which she magically uses
To build things and fly
She uses her eyes
To inspect your endeavors
Eight of them miss
Nothing whatsoever
You can learn many secrets
From her you know
Just be careful regarding
Which...
And tickles the roots
For she knows the worth
Of the sprouts and the shoots
She uses her fingers
To hold things together
And when it is needed
She conjures a tether
As strong as the ore
Of the mountains up high
Which she magically uses
To build things and fly
She uses her eyes
To inspect your endeavors
Eight of them miss
Nothing whatsoever
You can learn many secrets
From her you know
Just be careful regarding
Which...
#rhyming
#mythology
#learning
#culture
#tradition
42 reads
3 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
10th Nov 2021 2:05am
10th Nov 2021 2:05am
Wrong place, wrong time
It was very late night, or rather very early morning, as you wish, for the drunken slob did not carry a watch and his intent was only to relieve himself behind a bush at the far side of the Science Museum. He was about to do so as he saw a woman lying on her back near the wall and figured she might be in a worse state than he was. He swayed and partly stumbled over, got closer, and tried to shake her arm but he sensed that she would never wake up. He was tempted to take the little purse and just disappear into the night, thought better of it and walked to Museum Lane. He knew by...
#motivational
#inspirational
28 reads
0 Comments
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
6th Mar 2021 5:32pm
6th Mar 2021 5:32pm
Moe Blacks
Aerosmith: Seasons of wither
Hometown song for a hometown vibe
Please copy and paste and listen while reading especially when the lyrics kick in. And as always thanks for looking 🤗
https://youtube.com/watch?v=dVhu6UXFqbU
Hell sits beside you
the playing field has been leveled
devastated you pulled the devil
and death card in one spread
what does this mean
all things new___?
perhaps a treachery advisory
with a foggy...
Hometown song for a hometown vibe
Please copy and paste and listen while reading especially when the lyrics kick in. And as always thanks for looking 🤗
https://youtube.com/watch?v=dVhu6UXFqbU
Hell sits beside you
the playing field has been leveled
devastated you pulled the devil
and death card in one spread
what does this mean
all things new___?
perhaps a treachery advisory
with a foggy...
#emotions
294 reads
10 Comments
Nova_north
Poem Published
11th Nov 2016 7:14pm
11th Nov 2016 7:14pm
Siren
You turned to me
like seatides turn the sea
into waves and pourling rivers
I was drowning in your eyes
And the moon would surely shiver
He could not compare
in the ways that you move me
Your voice so soft and fair
My love's as deep as the ocean
like seatides turn the sea
into waves and pourling rivers
I was drowning in your eyes
And the moon would surely shiver
He could not compare
in the ways that you move me
Your voice so soft and fair
My love's as deep as the ocean
#love
#moon
#water
549 reads
8 Comments
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