Unicorn Poems
#unicorns
Unicorn poems, here you'll find narrative poems about unicorns. Fantasy poems about horned mythical horses with wings, and poetry using unicorns to represent dreams and infinite possibilities.
Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
28th Apr 2025 2:49pm
28th Apr 2025 2:49pm
An Urban Hymn for Betty & Tod
Feral are the fireflies
which hunger for the light,
jet stream scripts
fuel insomnia theatres –
upon the 3 a.m. stage
yearning is the playwright who loses sight
twenty-two seconds becomes an eternal verse
on the high wire between darkness and the dawn,
we sometimes tremble and fall.
Take lust from poetry
remove sky scrapers from cities
tell village chapels that their God
is too busy eb@y shopping.
From womb to tomb
kite pilots let some of their strings stray,
allow emotional air-raids to exhaust...
which hunger for the light,
jet stream scripts
fuel insomnia theatres –
upon the 3 a.m. stage
yearning is the playwright who loses sight
twenty-two seconds becomes an eternal verse
on the high wire between darkness and the dawn,
we sometimes tremble and fall.
Take lust from poetry
remove sky scrapers from cities
tell village chapels that their God
is too busy eb@y shopping.
From womb to tomb
kite pilots let some of their strings stray,
allow emotional air-raids to exhaust...
#unicorns
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Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
27th Apr 2025 4:19pm
27th Apr 2025 4:19pm
Cymru Blood
subtle is the blade
which separates silver bone from ancestry
plunged are the depths of humanity
threading jokes through a seamstress heart
brother’s blood ran as Cymru red over your parents' womb
did they ever build tombs from last closing?
your voice sang in karaoke graves
rest for a while, amongst the meadow,
berthed beside the man you stabbed in Manchester
and I wonder, how I wonder,
is that your brother's blood on the hands we shake?
You kissed me on the head once and said “you will know”
and sadly. I do know...
which separates silver bone from ancestry
plunged are the depths of humanity
threading jokes through a seamstress heart
brother’s blood ran as Cymru red over your parents' womb
did they ever build tombs from last closing?
your voice sang in karaoke graves
rest for a while, amongst the meadow,
berthed beside the man you stabbed in Manchester
and I wonder, how I wonder,
is that your brother's blood on the hands we shake?
You kissed me on the head once and said “you will know”
and sadly. I do know...
#unicorns
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Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 10:41am
26th Apr 2025 10:41am
If Saturday Ever Comes
There is something you need to know
beyond ambulance hustle and intensive care
the girl of your dreams is sad and all alone
Place your diaries in gutters collecting rain
pray tell the empty side of your
bed it is no longer a tomb,
because there is something you really need to know
beyond ambulance hustle and intensive care
the girl of your dreams is sad and all alone
Place your diaries in gutters collecting rain
pray tell the empty side of your
bed it is no longer a tomb,
because there is something you really need to know
#unicorns
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Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
25th Apr 2025 6:08pm
25th Apr 2025 6:08pm
Shorts from the Space Shuttle's Swimming Pool
No One Belongs Here More Than You
The distance between dying and death
is the loneliness of the long distance lighthouse
drifting love semaphores across raging seas
Tyrannosaur Texts Trump
“They think we’re extinct.”
His giant head lifted slowly
low growls from deep within his belly,
thousands of eyes flickered, focused.
The cavern was awash with the
acrid stench of Jurassic bodies –
“Time to go.”
Above, New York shopped
oblivious to the carnage below their feet
Bring Your Fucking Army
...
The distance between dying and death
is the loneliness of the long distance lighthouse
drifting love semaphores across raging seas
Tyrannosaur Texts Trump
“They think we’re extinct.”
His giant head lifted slowly
low growls from deep within his belly,
thousands of eyes flickered, focused.
The cavern was awash with the
acrid stench of Jurassic bodies –
“Time to go.”
Above, New York shopped
oblivious to the carnage below their feet
Bring Your Fucking Army
...
#unicorns
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Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
24th Apr 2025 4:21am
24th Apr 2025 4:21am
Brown Thumb
This is so embarrassing
please don't judge too harshly
but I need to unburden my soul
and tell you secret things
I have a brown thumb
* the collective gasp is deafening from
all the gardeners reading this*
Seedlings start so joyously
filled with new life
they care not a wit
if they're tree or weed or tuber
But somewhere they learn bitterness
in the struggle to survive
fighting other plants
for nutrients and sun and soil
Some just whither and fade away
others won't give up
and...
please don't judge too harshly
but I need to unburden my soul
and tell you secret things
I have a brown thumb
* the collective gasp is deafening from
all the gardeners reading this*
Seedlings start so joyously
filled with new life
they care not a wit
if they're tree or weed or tuber
But somewhere they learn bitterness
in the struggle to survive
fighting other plants
for nutrients and sun and soil
Some just whither and fade away
others won't give up
and...
#LifeCycle
#PersonalGrowth
#unicorns
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
20th Apr 2025 00:15am
20th Apr 2025 00:15am
black and white
like an old black and
white film
of the nineteen forties
in which the nazis are
discovered
planning on taking over
the united
states at the beginning
that this could
never
actually happen
because the constitution
wouldn’t allow it,
but it has ..
white film
of the nineteen forties
in which the nazis are
discovered
planning on taking over
the united
states at the beginning
that this could
never
actually happen
because the constitution
wouldn’t allow it,
but it has ..
#unicorns
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
13th Apr 2025 1:31am
13th Apr 2025 1:31am
love you, love ..
my wife is the most beautiful
woman in the world as far as
I’m concerned with other matters
I don’t tell her often enough
woman in the world as far as
I’m concerned with other matters
I don’t tell her often enough
#unicorns
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Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 2:51pm
4th Apr 2025 2:51pm
Crawl
The taste of your anaemic skin
quenched upon Cymru tongue,
let me swim in the sweat of your neck
and roll my tongue over how Burton seduced Taylor
each whispered vowel would drive her legs wider.
Geography of your jaw
is a county wishing for a continent to invade,
if I could write the verbs of your cunt
then even Shakespeare would blush and die
the groin of my discontent
We are the Welsh
the feral you only see on tattooed skin
We are the Welsh
who have died in
so many wars
for freedom…..
quenched upon Cymru tongue,
let me swim in the sweat of your neck
and roll my tongue over how Burton seduced Taylor
each whispered vowel would drive her legs wider.
Geography of your jaw
is a county wishing for a continent to invade,
if I could write the verbs of your cunt
then even Shakespeare would blush and die
the groin of my discontent
We are the Welsh
the feral you only see on tattooed skin
We are the Welsh
who have died in
so many wars
for freedom…..
#unicorns
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InDreamz
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 5:19pm
3rd Apr 2025 5:19pm
My k(night)
in the depth of my loneliness,
in the shadow of solitude,
i often muse
...of someone coming from
across the sky
on a shooting star
from a distant planet;
a man: beautiful,
sweet and shy,
kindness glowing
on his face
with deep dark eyes
for me to gaze
into our eternity,
to be lost forever
in the haze of serenity,
away from my miseries
away from my pain
where there is no loss...no gain...
transcending space and time
he carries me...
in the shadow of solitude,
i often muse
...of someone coming from
across the sky
on a shooting star
from a distant planet;
a man: beautiful,
sweet and shy,
kindness glowing
on his face
with deep dark eyes
for me to gaze
into our eternity,
to be lost forever
in the haze of serenity,
away from my miseries
away from my pain
where there is no loss...no gain...
transcending space and time
he carries me...
#dreams
#love
#stars
#unicorns
#universe
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Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 10:50pm
31st Mar 2025 10:50pm
Sayonora, DUP
A solitary Xmas decoration still hung in September
solemn souvenir that the walls were closing in
and the demented South African drew her last blood from me
Lovers and vodka posted ‘Wanted’ posters
on every besieged street corner,
field notes on survival were lost in wastelands
Cursor became beacon
amidst oceanic detritus,
lonely man in lighthouse
google-searched his heart,
this wasn’t the Underground of commuters
or theatre lovers wishing to break Shakespeare’s spine
Maybe she was the Spanish girl
playing...
solemn souvenir that the walls were closing in
and the demented South African drew her last blood from me
Lovers and vodka posted ‘Wanted’ posters
on every besieged street corner,
field notes on survival were lost in wastelands
Cursor became beacon
amidst oceanic detritus,
lonely man in lighthouse
google-searched his heart,
this wasn’t the Underground of commuters
or theatre lovers wishing to break Shakespeare’s spine
Maybe she was the Spanish girl
playing...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#unicorns
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Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 6:56pm
27th Mar 2025 6:56pm
Shorts from Marilyn Monroes's Autopsy
Trigger Happy
Every night he pretended to shoot himself in front of her
enjoyed her pleas and screams as the blanks fired.
Time for change, she decided wearily,
swapping live bullets for the blanks,
time for change, he arrogantly decreed,
‘tonight I will pretend to shoot the baby’
Skin’phonies
Strung at the throat, each
sinew a symphony of strings
in the unforgiving space between skins.
Sex tourniquet binds bleeding guitar wounds
to drum beating, louder than bombs
Glassed in Portsmouth
...
Every night he pretended to shoot himself in front of her
enjoyed her pleas and screams as the blanks fired.
Time for change, she decided wearily,
swapping live bullets for the blanks,
time for change, he arrogantly decreed,
‘tonight I will pretend to shoot the baby’
Skin’phonies
Strung at the throat, each
sinew a symphony of strings
in the unforgiving space between skins.
Sex tourniquet binds bleeding guitar wounds
to drum beating, louder than bombs
Glassed in Portsmouth
...
#unicorns
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4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
26th Mar 2025 00:32am
26th Mar 2025 00:32am
an unclarity of meaning
bloke in the café
said he’d met W H Auden
just before he died
said he’d met W H Auden
just before he died
#unicorns
92 reads
5 Comments
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