Story Poems by Top Critiquers
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Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Poems written by Top Critiquers
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:36pm
Yesterday 11:36pm
Make it worth your while, cause you'll be winding up in jail
When Ron Chee's father asked him to turn off the two radio's and television set he was listening to simultaneously, Ron beat him over the head with a baseball bat. Racked with guilt over the terrible thing he had done, Ron decided to kill himself. First though, he went bowling. He didn't bowl to well.
Then with the money he stole from dad's wallet, he took himself to a 5 star restaurant. From there he went to visit his grandmother (his father's mother). He told his grandmother that dad is in a much happier place. She tried calling the police when he revealed he killed her son. That...
Then with the money he stole from dad's wallet, he took himself to a 5 star restaurant. From there he went to visit his grandmother (his father's mother). He told his grandmother that dad is in a much happier place. She tried calling the police when he revealed he killed her son. That...
#death
#fiction
#MentalHealth
#murder
#SelfHarm
22 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2024 10:10pm
2nd Mar 2024 10:10pm
CAPTURED BY THE SIRENS
I had been warned
and knew better as
I swam toward the reefs
where the alluring Sirens
waited to lure and seduce
voyagers venturing on
the sea of life in search
of adventure and pleasure.
I knew well the myth of
Orpheus and Eurydice but
the alluring lyre music and
beauty of the Sirens prohibited
me from saying no. I am
honored and thankful for
YOU,
sweet Siren of the sea of lust.
YES!
You know who you are.
and knew better as
I swam toward the reefs
where the alluring Sirens
waited to lure and seduce
voyagers venturing on
the sea of life in search
of adventure and pleasure.
I knew well the myth of
Orpheus and Eurydice but
the alluring lyre music and
beauty of the Sirens prohibited
me from saying no. I am
honored and thankful for
YOU,
sweet Siren of the sea of lust.
YES!
You know who you are.
#happiness
#love
#gratitude
#admiration
#emotions
138 reads
2 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
28th Aug 2024 2:02pm
28th Aug 2024 2:02pm
What's up?
I woke up,
In a sweaty fuck.
No condom.
So I'm out of luck.
I gave up.
Kept my mouth shut.
My imagination sucks.
So I farted.
The detective,
Puked his guts.
That's wassup.
In a sweaty fuck.
No condom.
So I'm out of luck.
I gave up.
Kept my mouth shut.
My imagination sucks.
So I farted.
The detective,
Puked his guts.
That's wassup.
#funny
105 reads
24 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 5:43pm
5th Apr 2024 5:43pm
An Open Door
There is nothing accidental
upon the road to dimensions of your destiny.
Within connecting energies
there is extraordinary electricity.
Encounters with certain random people
are an expansive open door.
A soul laser invitation to know the more.
The granting of dangling dreams
you've achingly yearned and adored.
Enlightened entry through your
seizing turquoise and navy swirled
sweet daggering eyes.
Do I really want to know
the revelation of my demise?
It will no longer matter,
in your rapturous realm divine.
upon the road to dimensions of your destiny.
Within connecting energies
there is extraordinary electricity.
Encounters with certain random people
are an expansive open door.
A soul laser invitation to know the more.
The granting of dangling dreams
you've achingly yearned and adored.
Enlightened entry through your
seizing turquoise and navy swirled
sweet daggering eyes.
Do I really want to know
the revelation of my demise?
It will no longer matter,
in your rapturous realm divine.
#universe
#spiritual
217 reads
8 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
1179 reads
7 Comments
Shilohverse
Shiloh Mello
Shiloh Mello
Poem Published
6th Sep 2024 2:19am
6th Sep 2024 2:19am
The Metamorphosis of Death's Psychosis
The clock struck midnight in the forgotten tavern, where the air smelled of rain and rotting wood. Shadows played tricks on the walls, shifting like dancers in a fever dream. The place was haunted—not by spirits, but by the weight of words that should never have been spoken.
From the dais, a figure emerged—a creature of twisted limbs and porcelain eyes. Impish Quasimodo, his voice a low, guttural murmur, began speaking in tongues that seemed to come from the fog itself. He dipped his words into a chalice of laudanum’s opium, each phrase heavy with the weight of a hundred unshed...
From the dais, a figure emerged—a creature of twisted limbs and porcelain eyes. Impish Quasimodo, his voice a low, guttural murmur, began speaking in tongues that seemed to come from the fog itself. He dipped his words into a chalice of laudanum’s opium, each phrase heavy with the weight of a hundred unshed...
#GenderDysphoria
#OCD
#PTSD
110 reads
16 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 3:10am
8th Sep 2024 3:10am
SECRETS OF THE MOON
Have you ever wondered as you look up at the vision of the moon, and become drawn to it in so many ways, upon layers of the very deepness that quietly circles it's aura of space and time 🌌 For sure there is a very interesting story, about the deepness of the moon 🌙 that has been known, to transform the deepness of your own depth of imagination and your very thoughts. For sure it's said that the moon, can casts shadow images of different, shapes in your mind. Having you to believe that what you see 👁️ 👁️ is only a illusion? 🤔 Just like the...
#fairies
#ghosts
#monsters
#werewolves
#witches
56 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
22nd May 2022 2:48pm
22nd May 2022 2:48pm
X44C Technology borne from Real Art, Paint, Ideas
I developed X44C Technology
Created it in my personal think tank
Taking a real painting
Micromanagement color structure
Enhanced reduced calculated
In reality
All you need is one painting
Like buying shares in a utility stock
Say 1000 shares were purchased for you at birth
Reinvest the dividends
Banging the high quality women at 31
Living off the coast of Monaco
But the irony is, she's not a woman
It's robotic twang, test tube sex, no fault kink
Pretty good, right ?
The raspberries are good right now... ...
Created it in my personal think tank
Taking a real painting
Micromanagement color structure
Enhanced reduced calculated
In reality
All you need is one painting
Like buying shares in a utility stock
Say 1000 shares were purchased for you at birth
Reinvest the dividends
Banging the high quality women at 31
Living off the coast of Monaco
But the irony is, she's not a woman
It's robotic twang, test tube sex, no fault kink
Pretty good, right ?
The raspberries are good right now... ...
#sex
#technology
#art
514 reads
18 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
208 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 4:07am
21st Jun 2024 4:07am
The Lonely Rider in the Storm
A few minutes past the midnight hour, the chambermaids began to scour
Searching for the horrific cries of a woman somewhere on the third floor
And upon finding the guest room, the nervous manager broke in like a goon
They heard her screams of pain coming from behind the bathroom door
The woman yelled “help me please”, there on the bathroom floor on her knees
Clenching her stomach as she bled somewhere underneath her gown
The hotel manager with quick intuition, had a bell boy rush to get a physician
And the young man dashed to fetch the only doctor...
Searching for the horrific cries of a woman somewhere on the third floor
And upon finding the guest room, the nervous manager broke in like a goon
They heard her screams of pain coming from behind the bathroom door
The woman yelled “help me please”, there on the bathroom floor on her knees
Clenching her stomach as she bled somewhere underneath her gown
The hotel manager with quick intuition, had a bell boy rush to get a physician
And the young man dashed to fetch the only doctor...
#death
#EdgarAllanPoe
#grief
116 reads
3 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2023 2:21am
3rd Aug 2023 2:21am
stormy
sunlit cobwebs in a room at noon
the day cast odd shadows on my dreams
my mind was quiet but moody
the day stretched and uttered be lazy with me
I slouched in my chair but the restlessness in my thoughts wouldn't silence
there were no direct answers to the questions I pose the day
madness storm in the background brewing as the usual suspect
I wondered where she came from and where she went after she departed
deep within me I imagined
I've been trying to find comfort in the afterlife
and I pondered when my soul popped out of my body...
the day cast odd shadows on my dreams
my mind was quiet but moody
the day stretched and uttered be lazy with me
I slouched in my chair but the restlessness in my thoughts wouldn't silence
there were no direct answers to the questions I pose the day
madness storm in the background brewing as the usual suspect
I wondered where she came from and where she went after she departed
deep within me I imagined
I've been trying to find comfort in the afterlife
and I pondered when my soul popped out of my body...
#dreams
188 reads
7 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
169 reads
6 Comments
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