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.
arortiz73
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Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 10:19am
10th Mar 2025 10:19am
Unicorn Gasoline
Taurine,
creatine,
unicorn-
gasoline.
Ball peen
to the spleen.
Nineteen-ounce
in fûck machine.
G-spot-
torn jeans,
OBG my needs
obscene.
Charlie Sheen
runnin' lean,
you're my queen
amphetamine.
Spill the bean,
I'm Mr. Clean.
I'll shine you like
the last latrine.
My d¡ck's a fiend,
it can't be weened.
Incubus,
the demon king.
creatine,
unicorn-
gasoline.
Ball peen
to the spleen.
Nineteen-ounce
in fûck machine.
G-spot-
torn jeans,
OBG my needs
obscene.
Charlie Sheen
runnin' lean,
you're my queen
amphetamine.
Spill the bean,
I'm Mr. Clean.
I'll shine you like
the last latrine.
My d¡ck's a fiend,
it can't be weened.
Incubus,
the demon king.
#monsters
#rainbow
#unicorns #zombies
#unicorns #zombies
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xthan
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 1:31pm
9th Mar 2025 1:31pm
Six word story
too many oopsies
not enough daisies
not enough daisies
#minimalist
#SixWordStory
#unicorns
113 reads
3 Comments
arortiz73
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Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 6:55pm
8th Mar 2025 6:55pm
Mauwin' Down Maui
Rollin' through the gears
with my friend's friend, Holly.
Panigale haulin' tears.
Is she stolen? Well, prolly.
No helmet. No fears.
Missionary on molly.
Wally side-swipin' mirrors,
shearin' off a Bugatti.
Better down another beer;
Cali Sol, not sorry.
Goin' off the fuckin' rails
on a red Ducati.
Sun melanin our rears,
set back and do a stoppie.
Marley mellowin' my ears;
Holly wailin' melancholy.
Playin' slalom, duck, and cheers!
Sparkin' rings around the trolley. ...
with my friend's friend, Holly.
Panigale haulin' tears.
Is she stolen? Well, prolly.
No helmet. No fears.
Missionary on molly.
Wally side-swipin' mirrors,
shearin' off a Bugatti.
Better down another beer;
Cali Sol, not sorry.
Goin' off the fuckin' rails
on a red Ducati.
Sun melanin our rears,
set back and do a stoppie.
Marley mellowin' my ears;
Holly wailin' melancholy.
Playin' slalom, duck, and cheers!
Sparkin' rings around the trolley. ...
#monsters
#rainbow
#unicorns #zombies
#unicorns #zombies
41 reads
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Abracadabra
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 7:38am
7th Mar 2025 7:38am
Earth Crimes
We tore the last tree down
burned butterfly wings
pretended things
would be Ok
We joined the queue
at the church of too late
and waited
to be saved
still counting our dollars
while we looked the other way
burned butterfly wings
pretended things
would be Ok
We joined the queue
at the church of too late
and waited
to be saved
still counting our dollars
while we looked the other way
#environment
#humankind
#nature #unicorns
#nature #unicorns
60 reads
0 Comments
arortiz73
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Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 4:54pm
28th Feb 2025 4:54pm
Fool Pharaoh
Fool
Pharoah
Fare Farrfair
felt fucking awful
for filling flat falafels
from Farrah's faucet air.
It should be unlawful to
flatulate falafels from
faulty derrieres!
Pharoah
Fare Farrfair
felt fucking awful
for filling flat falafels
from Farrah's faucet air.
It should be unlawful to
flatulate falafels from
faulty derrieres!
#monsters
#rainbow
#unicorns #zombies
#unicorns #zombies
61 reads
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Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 4:34pm
28th Feb 2025 4:34pm
Sail Your Kites into Deadlands
viz kites
#unicorns
79 reads
4 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 11:03am
27th Feb 2025 11:03am
Rotting Fruit
I couldn't give a hoot
for democratic fruit
but when the govercunt
you voted for
dons new designer suits
It's like they've grabbed you
by the balls
to promise ripe bananas
when there's almost none at all
thanks to Mr Charmer
They swiped the winter fuel
set cold hardship on the table
while in white warm corridors
fat quangos much on mangoes
as they contemplate their navels
They talked up cleaner greener
when what they meant
was leaner meaner
They've reneged on foreign aid
to build a...
for democratic fruit
but when the govercunt
you voted for
dons new designer suits
It's like they've grabbed you
by the balls
to promise ripe bananas
when there's almost none at all
thanks to Mr Charmer
They swiped the winter fuel
set cold hardship on the table
while in white warm corridors
fat quangos much on mangoes
as they contemplate their navels
They talked up cleaner greener
when what they meant
was leaner meaner
They've reneged on foreign aid
to build a...
#inequality
#politics
#unicorns
81 reads
2 Comments
Abracadabra
Poem Published
27th Feb 2025 5:47am
27th Feb 2025 5:47am
Two Worlds
My shopping list:
organic carrots
purple sprouting broccoli
sweet potatoes
salmon fillets
manuka honey
chocolate eclairs
Her shopping list:
two handfuls of rice
& water
from the well.
organic carrots
purple sprouting broccoli
sweet potatoes
salmon fillets
manuka honey
chocolate eclairs
Her shopping list:
two handfuls of rice
& water
from the well.
#inequality
#poverty
#unicorns
73 reads
1 Comment
dartford
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Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 1:05am
25th Feb 2025 1:05am
Lear and Carroll all you like
what will it be like for the last living creatures
on earth in the final moments before the universe
contracts back to nothing; and what will they be,
human cockroach flea, or possibly rat (could it
get any worse!) but I hope they might possibly be an
owl and a pussycat, and no doubt all at sea
on earth in the final moments before the universe
contracts back to nothing; and what will they be,
human cockroach flea, or possibly rat (could it
get any worse!) but I hope they might possibly be an
owl and a pussycat, and no doubt all at sea
#unicorns
67 reads
3 Comments
Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 9:50pm
24th Feb 2025 9:50pm
Shorts from the Supermarket Morgue
Train Window People
If you miss the last train
on the darkest night,
please miss it running
No empty seats for me
‘cos even empty seats need company.
It’s not just rain which falls down windows.
It’s an Astronaut, not an Angel
Prayed at midnight on the park bench
hoping my eyes would open to
your vision in the sky
The moon hung heavy
as cataracts in a blind man.
Was it Jesus, dressed as a junkie,
who stole my sight?
Bicycle Ride to Cemetery Gates
Laid my heart upon so...
If you miss the last train
on the darkest night,
please miss it running
No empty seats for me
‘cos even empty seats need company.
It’s not just rain which falls down windows.
It’s an Astronaut, not an Angel
Prayed at midnight on the park bench
hoping my eyes would open to
your vision in the sky
The moon hung heavy
as cataracts in a blind man.
Was it Jesus, dressed as a junkie,
who stole my sight?
Bicycle Ride to Cemetery Gates
Laid my heart upon so...
#unicorns
83 reads
6 Comments
Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 2:32pm
24th Feb 2025 2:32pm
Death of the Typewriter
Some would call it the final frontier
apache alliteration of love, lust and linger
scalp as many words from the sky
before the clouds dull their intelligence.
Word bore
whore to their loneliness,
pray tell, deliverance,
prostitute to the alphabet.
Write a song for the lovers
and your cursor will flicker and die.
Rent free on the internet
please please please read me.
Have they ever seen you naked?
apache alliteration of love, lust and linger
scalp as many words from the sky
before the clouds dull their intelligence.
Word bore
whore to their loneliness,
pray tell, deliverance,
prostitute to the alphabet.
Write a song for the lovers
and your cursor will flicker and die.
Rent free on the internet
please please please read me.
Have they ever seen you naked?
#unicorns
91 reads
2 Comments
Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
23rd Feb 2025 12:51pm
23rd Feb 2025 12:51pm
Diaries of the Thought Police #101
At 2:43 this morning, Clare Thomas, 53, of Aberdeen, briefly considered setting her cheating, unemployed husband Fraser on fire as he slept, but gave up her plan when she realized she was out of lighter fuel and there were no stores open. Her thoughts then shifted to a navy blouse she had seen on sale earlier in the day at Primark.
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A Bristol branch of the Natwest Bank was robbed twice yesterday in the mind of David Bell, 33. He was disturbed by his wife, who entered the kitchen to make a cup of tea. She asked him why he was wearing a pair of her tights over his...
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A Bristol branch of the Natwest Bank was robbed twice yesterday in the mind of David Bell, 33. He was disturbed by his wife, who entered the kitchen to make a cup of tea. She asked him why he was wearing a pair of her tights over his...
#unicorns
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4 Comments
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