Story Poems by Top Critiquers
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poetry about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
Poems written by Top Critiquers
TheOralizer
Poem Published
27th Jan 2022 1:35pm
27th Jan 2022 1:35pm
PLEASE, NO MORE GAMES
REALITY
When we were kids
it was natural, part
of growing up to
play games. We
were shy and fearful
to explore the forbidden.
BUT
now as mature adults,
age-wise, it's time
to stop playing games
unless we agree to
being game players.
WE BOTH know what
we want but we
tease, play games,
divert to another subject.
Our loins say yes but
our coyness says no.
WE ache and imagine
how it would be if
we dared to come out
and say YES, YES, oh YES!
Meet me at the Kissing
Place and...
When we were kids
it was natural, part
of growing up to
play games. We
were shy and fearful
to explore the forbidden.
BUT
now as mature adults,
age-wise, it's time
to stop playing games
unless we agree to
being game players.
WE BOTH know what
we want but we
tease, play games,
divert to another subject.
Our loins say yes but
our coyness says no.
WE ache and imagine
how it would be if
we dared to come out
and say YES, YES, oh YES!
Meet me at the Kissing
Place and...
#lust
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#support
#emotions
289 reads
6 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
93 reads
7 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
27th Dec 2022 3:00pm
27th Dec 2022 3:00pm
Bad omens
'This is beyond my capabilities, Herr Stuff. I will recommend that you consult with Professor Doctor Schmidt at his clinic in Guckenbackenkirche''.
So it was that on this early Monday morning, also in early June of the year of our Lord 1812 that Franz G. Stuff packed his mule for the perilous voyage to the reknowned city on the Isar. Perilous because he would have to go through the Verbotenwald where thieves, wild animals and ghosts ruled. But he would thus save a day. He was confident that his Bible, his Crucifix and his amulets would protect him.
That did not work as he was...
So it was that on this early Monday morning, also in early June of the year of our Lord 1812 that Franz G. Stuff packed his mule for the perilous voyage to the reknowned city on the Isar. Perilous because he would have to go through the Verbotenwald where thieves, wild animals and ghosts ruled. But he would thus save a day. He was confident that his Bible, his Crucifix and his amulets would protect him.
That did not work as he was...
#rejection
#disappointment
98 reads
2 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
4th Apr 2023 12:10pm
4th Apr 2023 12:10pm
Your Eyes
The grip of your eyes unlock a lost world inside of me.
Your eyes disrobe me of logic and sanity.
You entered my life barren of invitation.
Yet the want of you obliterates all else.
Your searching eyes excavate the depths beyond my depths.
You possess ancient knowledge of me,
you crack open my sordid secrets.
Your gaze is so profound,
my every guard lays dismantled
upon my aching ground.
Your eyes disrobe me of logic and sanity.
You entered my life barren of invitation.
Yet the want of you obliterates all else.
Your searching eyes excavate the depths beyond my depths.
You possess ancient knowledge of me,
you crack open my sordid secrets.
Your gaze is so profound,
my every guard lays dismantled
upon my aching ground.
#love
#lust
371 reads
17 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
17th Oct 2022 00:42am
17th Oct 2022 00:42am
Mm... The Sorceress’ Sultry Spell
Elvira yes, I am okay.”
I am walking through the forest back to my castle, since it’s such a beautiful day
My time trapped in that mirror, I would say, time never moved
I had to summon the storms, the mist of the fog, and my surrounding elements from the bed of earth as my voice softly soothed
Girl, the Sorceress’ Council sent out a search party for you however, without ado
We looked until darkness fell
Some of the members tossed gold coins to find you in the wishing well
That was nice, what an ordeal, I suppose that’s life... oh well
What...
I am walking through the forest back to my castle, since it’s such a beautiful day
My time trapped in that mirror, I would say, time never moved
I had to summon the storms, the mist of the fog, and my surrounding elements from the bed of earth as my voice softly soothed
Girl, the Sorceress’ Council sent out a search party for you however, without ado
We looked until darkness fell
Some of the members tossed gold coins to find you in the wishing well
That was nice, what an ordeal, I suppose that’s life... oh well
What...
#moon
#Halloween
#mirror
#magic
#curse
399 reads
7 Comments
Her
Poem Published
6th Dec 2022 00:58am
6th Dec 2022 00:58am
Spiral
S just took three one-milligram Xanax. She said she took about twelve-fifteenish so far.
About ten minutes later at 6:17pm – She just took three more. S said she was “taking a stoner holiday” and “it’s the only way I can function.”
“Please don’t take anymore.”
“I need to be numb.”
“I don’t want you to take anymore. I don’t care if you get angry.”
“It’s not something I normally do.”
“It lowers your heart rate and respiration. I don’t want you to fall asleep and not wake up.”
“I’m not killing myself. I don’t have weed.”
“It wouldn’t be...
About ten minutes later at 6:17pm – She just took three more. S said she was “taking a stoner holiday” and “it’s the only way I can function.”
“Please don’t take anymore.”
“I need to be numb.”
“I don’t want you to take anymore. I don’t care if you get angry.”
“It’s not something I normally do.”
“It lowers your heart rate and respiration. I don’t want you to fall asleep and not wake up.”
“I’m not killing myself. I don’t have weed.”
“It wouldn’t be...
#drugs
#illness
#confusion
197 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2023 9:57pm
3rd Sep 2023 9:57pm
Remedios the Beauty
I fell into Gabriel’s dream into a hot and calm afternoon
Laying on a hammock in the shade between two trees
The hacienda was quiet but I could hear people in the streets
As I felt that warm tropical breeze
Wearing all white I made my way through the house
And upon opening the front door it was a big surprise
I’d been transported to a different time and place
The town of Macondo was quite the sight for my eyes
Barefoot I walked through the streets of cobblestone
Looking at the houses and shops of the magical town ...
Laying on a hammock in the shade between two trees
The hacienda was quiet but I could hear people in the streets
As I felt that warm tropical breeze
Wearing all white I made my way through the house
And upon opening the front door it was a big surprise
I’d been transported to a different time and place
The town of Macondo was quite the sight for my eyes
Barefoot I walked through the streets of cobblestone
Looking at the houses and shops of the magical town ...
#dreams
107 reads
5 Comments
Phantom2426
Poem Published
14th Jul 2023 3:10am
14th Jul 2023 3:10am
Woman from my Dream
To the woman from
my dream I've
been trying to find you
in the real world
to get to know
you and so we
can have some
fun In my dreams
you call yourself
Angel which is
very beautiful
I hope that your
light is shining
In the real world
my dream I've
been trying to find you
in the real world
to get to know
you and so we
can have some
fun In my dreams
you call yourself
Angel which is
very beautiful
I hope that your
light is shining
In the real world
#love
#women
#men
#dreams
#fate
255 reads
11 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
27th Sep 2023 4:22am
27th Sep 2023 4:22am
THERE IS NO OTHER WAY
DID YOU EVER DREAM yet you can only remember it in bits and pieces 🧩 Yet you search through the process of your mind, wondering was it just a dream that is trying to tell you something 🤔 For lets take a more closer and clearer look, at the paths of our thoughts and travels, searching through the twisted turns of confusion because of what we thought we saw 👁️👁️ Tell me is there another way to explain the truth of what you just witness or am I or you going INSANE 🤔♀️🪷📿🙏
...
...
#dialogue
#metaphor
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
#philosophical #StreamOfConsciousness
44 reads
4 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
1037 reads
7 Comments
dimpy
dimpsmoon
dimpsmoon
Poem Published
12th Sep 2023 6:23pm
12th Sep 2023 6:23pm
I wanna fly..in the sky...!
Oh Lord…I am a very beautiful creature… I thank you that you sent me into this big world in the form of a fish…You have given me glossy lips, beautiful eyes n curvy body. you have carved wonderful designs on my body.. You have given me beautiful delicate wings to swim.. N I'm really thankful to you God...
But hey Lord...I am sad about one thing.. my ancestors were breathing and were dead in this big ocean.. and I too breathing in this limited world..O Lord, please give me chance, give me the power to fly in the sky like a bird.. whenever I try to fly out of the water towards the...
But hey Lord...I am sad about one thing.. my ancestors were breathing and were dead in this big ocean.. and I too breathing in this limited world..O Lord, please give me chance, give me the power to fly in the sky like a bird.. whenever I try to fly out of the water towards the...
#LifeChangingMoment
80 reads
6 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
29th Jun 2023 4:10pm
29th Jun 2023 4:10pm
The Fourth of July in New York Part 2 of 2
The Fourth of July in New York
Part 2 of 2
Here it was a different story, snuggling as much because we dug each other as to keep warm. We found ourselves on the edge of the crowd a few blocks away, hardly a front-row seat, though close enough to where we would see the ball when it dropped. The crowds back then were smaller, "only" about seven hundred thousand people as opposed to the million souls that would brave this scene in the years to come. Security was less tight then also. All those many barricades the city erected years later, especially after 9/11, did not...
Part 2 of 2
Here it was a different story, snuggling as much because we dug each other as to keep warm. We found ourselves on the edge of the crowd a few blocks away, hardly a front-row seat, though close enough to where we would see the ball when it dropped. The crowds back then were smaller, "only" about seven hundred thousand people as opposed to the million souls that would brave this scene in the years to come. Security was less tight then also. All those many barricades the city erected years later, especially after 9/11, did not...
#dreams
99 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Story Poems by Top Critiquers about Dreams, Fantasy and Fiction
