Fiction Poems
#fiction
Fiction poems, describing imaginary events and people. Fiction poetry is a genre which encompasses all writing about things which are untrue, born entirely out of our imaginations.
Insiderew
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2020 11:01am
23rd Sep 2020 11:01am
my mirror
my mirror faithfully reflects
then, having pondered shows aspects
of self, unseen by other eyes
ah, but , my glass never lies.
I gaze into that scene within
with me without, and looking in
wondering what might come to pass,
if two were there seen, lad and lass.
I angle for another look
and find, not self, but Eastern Suq
no painting this but moving frame
of Eastern delight, of worldly fame.
at first in two dimensions seen
then glass, like water, dropping clean
away, till all surrounds my sight
ear and...
then, having pondered shows aspects
of self, unseen by other eyes
ah, but , my glass never lies.
I gaze into that scene within
with me without, and looking in
wondering what might come to pass,
if two were there seen, lad and lass.
I angle for another look
and find, not self, but Eastern Suq
no painting this but moving frame
of Eastern delight, of worldly fame.
at first in two dimensions seen
then glass, like water, dropping clean
away, till all surrounds my sight
ear and...
#teens
#rhyming
#fiction #narrative
#fiction #narrative
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O_Blue
CiRcLeS...
CiRcLeS...
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2020 6:03am
22nd Sep 2020 6:03am
Cherries, Carcasses and Cotton Candy...
There was once an old cat who was missing its right eye.
Yet everyday it continued on as usual.
All the other felines thought lowly of this particular one.
The malice could be seen seeping from its eye socket.
Ew, ew, eww...
Gross...
The first was a proud ginger tom, beloved by all.
It had a nasty habit of helping those it came across.
Having felt obliged, it followed our old cat by request.
Sadly, that was the last time anyone seen its ginger pelt.
Claws glitter in the pale moonlight.
Carp unaware in the shallow waters....
Yet everyday it continued on as usual.
All the other felines thought lowly of this particular one.
The malice could be seen seeping from its eye socket.
Ew, ew, eww...
Gross...
The first was a proud ginger tom, beloved by all.
It had a nasty habit of helping those it came across.
Having felt obliged, it followed our old cat by request.
Sadly, that was the last time anyone seen its ginger pelt.
Claws glitter in the pale moonlight.
Carp unaware in the shallow waters....
#murder
#cats
#fiction #DeepUndergroundPoetry
#fiction #DeepUndergroundPoetry
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JetNikolai
Poem Published
4th Sep 2020 11:45pm
4th Sep 2020 11:45pm
Ecdysis
He walked and he crept,
throughout most nights,
often giving a passerby a fright.
Down in the alley,
and past the storefronts,
he left many signs that he was here,
loose skin and loose hair.
The town began to writhe in fear,
'what's that smell in the air?'
It was pure despair.
The scaley monster,
as he's known in the town,
is about to burn the whole place down.
On a warm Sunday night,
the church lights were bright,
and the lizard man, with a new skin,
lit the barbeque again.
...
throughout most nights,
often giving a passerby a fright.
Down in the alley,
and past the storefronts,
he left many signs that he was here,
loose skin and loose hair.
The town began to writhe in fear,
'what's that smell in the air?'
It was pure despair.
The scaley monster,
as he's known in the town,
is about to burn the whole place down.
On a warm Sunday night,
the church lights were bright,
and the lizard man, with a new skin,
lit the barbeque again.
...
#fiction
#monsters
#shame #freedom
#shame #freedom
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
25th Aug 2020 10:23am
25th Aug 2020 10:23am
Two-Piece
the sun is out and I'm feeling confident
watching the girls of summer walk by
but one stands out above the rest
you're looking too fine
two-piece wonder
I'm staring like a starved animal
nice day to party by the sand
watching as you down another long island
love that cute little woo
as the drink spills from your lips
slight splash on glistening melons
walking towards you with a strut
starting up a conversation
was for sure I'd jumble my words
yet the first line hits
then the next, and the next
till finally I...
watching the girls of summer walk by
but one stands out above the rest
you're looking too fine
two-piece wonder
I'm staring like a starved animal
nice day to party by the sand
watching as you down another long island
love that cute little woo
as the drink spills from your lips
slight splash on glistening melons
walking towards you with a strut
starting up a conversation
was for sure I'd jumble my words
yet the first line hits
then the next, and the next
till finally I...
#lust
#summer
#fiction #passion
#fiction #passion
49 reads
2 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
21st Aug 2020 8:00am
21st Aug 2020 8:00am
No Country for Old Superman
there'll come a time
when superman will have to hang up his cape
all his friends would have long passed
other more younger super heroes will rise up
taking his place as the undisputed champion
not thinking much of their cocky attitudes
even though it reminds him of a younger self
it only confirms his greatest fear
becoming too fragile to fight like he used to
his relevance will quickly diminish
bored with his days he will pick up drinking
spending most nights alone
drunk in just his undies in an empty room ...
when superman will have to hang up his cape
all his friends would have long passed
other more younger super heroes will rise up
taking his place as the undisputed champion
not thinking much of their cocky attitudes
even though it reminds him of a younger self
it only confirms his greatest fear
becoming too fragile to fight like he used to
his relevance will quickly diminish
bored with his days he will pick up drinking
spending most nights alone
drunk in just his undies in an empty room ...
#fiction
#TruthOfLife
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
7th Aug 2020 4:33am
7th Aug 2020 4:33am
Close Encounters of the Sexual Kind
Y’n cho rucg eh ni ckosyuoc… Coulseot geh hymja u nugo geh fork no lokekarugo.”
listen when I say we are not alone
my friends say I'm crazy
but what do they know?
my story starts with me frightened
tormented, and hyperventilating
yes, I seen one with my own two eyes
landing like a meteor in the dead of night
walking out her space craft with class
reminding me of an 80s music video
using her body to make contact with mine
felt overwhelmed when she touched me
everything I was thinking quickly dissipated
she turned...
listen when I say we are not alone
my friends say I'm crazy
but what do they know?
my story starts with me frightened
tormented, and hyperventilating
yes, I seen one with my own two eyes
landing like a meteor in the dead of night
walking out her space craft with class
reminding me of an 80s music video
using her body to make contact with mine
felt overwhelmed when she touched me
everything I was thinking quickly dissipated
she turned...
#erotic
#fiction
#funny #aliens
#funny #aliens
145 reads
8 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
7th Aug 2020 4:30am
7th Aug 2020 4:30am
... at least we have it in poetry (Collab with InDreamz)
The evening sky was splattered
with soft strokes of pastel hues
when my eyes fell on your poetic spill
flowing across the
luminescent screen,
carrying me along with their whispers
of desire and yearning
mesmerising metaphors, exotic imageries
caught me in your quill
With each verse I descended deeper
and deeper
into your being
Set in a trance like the whirling dervishes
losing myself was all I wanted
in the ever spinning vortex of your ink
I just knew those words
were meant for me
and that
I was born for...
with soft strokes of pastel hues
when my eyes fell on your poetic spill
flowing across the
luminescent screen,
carrying me along with their whispers
of desire and yearning
mesmerising metaphors, exotic imageries
caught me in your quill
With each verse I descended deeper
and deeper
into your being
Set in a trance like the whirling dervishes
losing myself was all I wanted
in the ever spinning vortex of your ink
I just knew those words
were meant for me
and that
I was born for...
#fiction
#UnrequitedLove
#ForbiddenLove
103 reads
7 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
6th Aug 2020 3:44pm
6th Aug 2020 3:44pm
... at least we have it in poetry (Collab with DevilsChild)
The evening sky was splattered
with soft strokes of pastel hues
when my eyes fell on your poetic spill
flowing across the
luminescent screen,
carrying me along with their whispers
of desire and yearning
mesmerising metaphors, exotic imageries
caught me in your quill
With each verse I descended deeper
and deeper
into your being
Set in a trance like the whirling dervishes
losing myself was all I wanted
in the ever spinning vortex of your ink
I just knew those words
were meant for me
and that ...
with soft strokes of pastel hues
when my eyes fell on your poetic spill
flowing across the
luminescent screen,
carrying me along with their whispers
of desire and yearning
mesmerising metaphors, exotic imageries
caught me in your quill
With each verse I descended deeper
and deeper
into your being
Set in a trance like the whirling dervishes
losing myself was all I wanted
in the ever spinning vortex of your ink
I just knew those words
were meant for me
and that ...
#fiction
#ForbiddenLove
#collaboration
136 reads
10 Comments
DevilsChild
Poem Published
24th Jul 2020 8:09am
24th Jul 2020 8:09am
8pm
#fiction
#lover
#crush
193 reads
11 Comments
Jezkeebs
Poem Published
22nd Jul 2020 10:21pm
22nd Jul 2020 10:21pm
Ladyhawk
On my cycle
In a gale
That winter's night
Away from the sight of my beautiful dead Elaine
on dark old Tetbury lane
Peddling faster
trying hard to master
This awful fright
On ancient paths so cold yet bright from a ghastly moon that casts it's light
Hawthorne hedges
Lining edges
Lank and brown bent grassy verges
That did lead to the open crossroads
Surrounded by foreboding and rotten broken down fallen fences
There upon a pyre
Heaped high with wind fallen ash and hazel ...
In a gale
That winter's night
Away from the sight of my beautiful dead Elaine
on dark old Tetbury lane
Peddling faster
trying hard to master
This awful fright
On ancient paths so cold yet bright from a ghastly moon that casts it's light
Hawthorne hedges
Lining edges
Lank and brown bent grassy verges
That did lead to the open crossroads
Surrounded by foreboding and rotten broken down fallen fences
There upon a pyre
Heaped high with wind fallen ash and hazel ...
#love
#dreams
#fiction
#magic
#witches
77 reads
2 Comments
PittinixDesigns
Poem Published
10th Jul 2020 3:14am
10th Jul 2020 3:14am
Talented Poets
This poem is for every talented poet
You meditate and visualise day and night
And you work so hard on your poetry
I’ve never met any of you in person,
But your poems tell something about you
You deserve an award for originality
Talented poets, continue doing your best
Poetry is a mixture of mind and literary art
It doesn’t have rules and standards
Nobody can tell an artist what to paint
Likewise, you can’t tell a poet what to write
Don’t pay attention to foolish ideas
Such as, “strong words” and “weak words” ...
You meditate and visualise day and night
And you work so hard on your poetry
I’ve never met any of you in person,
But your poems tell something about you
You deserve an award for originality
Talented poets, continue doing your best
Poetry is a mixture of mind and literary art
It doesn’t have rules and standards
Nobody can tell an artist what to paint
Likewise, you can’t tell a poet what to write
Don’t pay attention to foolish ideas
Such as, “strong words” and “weak words” ...
#love
#fiction
#WritingPoetry
#gratitude
#nonfiction
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Jezkeebs
Poem Published
9th Jul 2020 8:53pm
9th Jul 2020 8:53pm
Abraxis
Season of grey mould
In the comets tail for days
Abraxis overlords
Mastered the Zombie rage
Spires of glass thorns take hold
Wave and sing in wind
Ubiquitous ooze
Feed bloated plague animals many limbed
Downtrodden folk no longer bold
Fear the tall Abraxis
Cruel and powerful
Controlling four points of the axis
Forgotten earth of old
Tall cities of light
Collapsed and wiped out
Crumbled under red suns blight
This tale I learned and was told
Evil half Zombies, not death ...
In the comets tail for days
Abraxis overlords
Mastered the Zombie rage
Spires of glass thorns take hold
Wave and sing in wind
Ubiquitous ooze
Feed bloated plague animals many limbed
Downtrodden folk no longer bold
Fear the tall Abraxis
Cruel and powerful
Controlling four points of the axis
Forgotten earth of old
Tall cities of light
Collapsed and wiped out
Crumbled under red suns blight
This tale I learned and was told
Evil half Zombies, not death ...
#dreams
#fiction
#zombies
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