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.
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
Today 00:31am
Today 00:31am
museum full of surprises
meet a bloke in the
imperial
war museum
who I thought had
been dead for years;
well, why else would I be hanging around here,
he says
imperial
war museum
who I thought had
been dead for years;
well, why else would I be hanging around here,
he says
#unicorns
14 reads
1 Comment
nikkimoe
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:00pm
Yesterday 7:00pm
50 Caliber Stare
If you've ever got the urge
to murder a few people,
be confident, it kills
the insecure.
Quick
yet surely not
painless
to murder a few people,
be confident, it kills
the insecure.
Quick
yet surely not
painless
#monsters
#unicorns
#learning
13 reads
0 Comments
Casted_Runes
Turpin
Turpin
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:48pm
Yesterday 3:48pm
A Minor Poem
I cannot enjoy one poem by Shelley and am delighted by every line of William Barnes, but I know perfectly well that Shelley is a major poet, and Barnes a minor one.’ - WH Auden, Nineteenth-Century Minor Poets
Am I a hedonist to say
that pleasure’s all there is, really?
To read alone is worthy of the cause.
Is that a statement so profane?
I shall confess, my Lord, I just don’t care,
when all’s been writ, who holds the gilded glove.
I’ll salt my sweet ambrosia with pulp.
And you can say I lard my soul with crap.
Yet in...
Am I a hedonist to say
that pleasure’s all there is, really?
To read alone is worthy of the cause.
Is that a statement so profane?
I shall confess, my Lord, I just don’t care,
when all’s been writ, who holds the gilded glove.
I’ll salt my sweet ambrosia with pulp.
And you can say I lard my soul with crap.
Yet in...
#unicorns
16 reads
4 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 11:56pm
26th Nov 2021 11:56pm
already queueing
naturally there was a murder in the museum, it being full of dead things already I could imagine the forthcoming exhibition
#unicorns
17 reads
0 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
26th Nov 2021 00:47am
26th Nov 2021 00:47am
Fleeting
Happiness is a
like a good guest
never staying for
very long.
like a good guest
never staying for
very long.
#happiness
#fairies
#unicorns
41 reads
1 Comment
nikkimoe
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 8:11pm
25th Nov 2021 8:11pm
Hollowed Out
Bound to an
emotional emptiness
I cannot feel you.
Possibly sorry
but we'll truly
never know.
emotional emptiness
I cannot feel you.
Possibly sorry
but we'll truly
never know.
#monsters
#unicorns
#emotions
29 reads
2 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
25th Nov 2021 00:16am
25th Nov 2021 00:16am
~ in the bowels and vowels of the desperately deluded ~
vizitor
#unicorns
56 reads
9 Comments
mantisdeer
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2021 1:17am
23rd Nov 2021 1:17am
my heart hurts
trapped pounding
relentless annoyance
the horse was dead long
before you started beating.
unseated, crying, ignorance,
my closest is my closet me,
dying light; a candle to see by,
do right by, the wax figurine.
the morning will show a prostrate
caricature of a carousel. head
drawn to the side. string ripped from
insides. the lines that create you are crude.
they make you hard, an armor against...me.
i've always been fond of mithridatism,
ritualistically bleeding the evil out.
relentless annoyance
the horse was dead long
before you started beating.
unseated, crying, ignorance,
my closest is my closet me,
dying light; a candle to see by,
do right by, the wax figurine.
the morning will show a prostrate
caricature of a carousel. head
drawn to the side. string ripped from
insides. the lines that create you are crude.
they make you hard, an armor against...me.
i've always been fond of mithridatism,
ritualistically bleeding the evil out.
#heartbroken
#monsters
#unicorns
26 reads
2 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
21st Nov 2021 3:13am
21st Nov 2021 3:13am
Broken.
Do not attempt to fix.
Intentionally disturbed.
Do not attempt to fix.
Intentionally disturbed.
#beach
#holiday
#unicorns
70 reads
12 Comments
mantisdeer
Poem Published
20th Nov 2021 3:30pm
20th Nov 2021 3:30pm
I hurt myself today, to see if I could change
I get a chill
from quite a fishy smell,
so sure I'll be betrayed,
so sure of your loveless gaze.
If I speak my thoughts, I
will be berated by you,
faster than I could utter an
intelligible response. You
render me speechless, I
can never get a word in;
the hedges are overgrown,
and I, in my nightgown,
everlasting.
from quite a fishy smell,
so sure I'll be betrayed,
so sure of your loveless gaze.
If I speak my thoughts, I
will be berated by you,
faster than I could utter an
intelligible response. You
render me speechless, I
can never get a word in;
the hedges are overgrown,
and I, in my nightgown,
everlasting.
#love
#unicorns
#diabetes
46 reads
4 Comments
mantisdeer
Poem Published
20th Nov 2021 3:06am
20th Nov 2021 3:06am
Fück My Face
When the other shoe drops, I'll be ready.
Alone and stranded, NOT, stranded, I refuse, what
is left over, I will reuse. And when you do it, do it fast,
get it off your chest and into mine. So fast it leaves me dizzy,
but not stumbling. There will be no falter, only mere
mental anguish. I will keep my back straight, I will keep my head
high. I will leave without saying goodbye. The world is open
to my interpretation, and I'm just another conquest.
I'm wringing my ego by my neck,
spluttering.
Beneath this e-page I'm...
Alone and stranded, NOT, stranded, I refuse, what
is left over, I will reuse. And when you do it, do it fast,
get it off your chest and into mine. So fast it leaves me dizzy,
but not stumbling. There will be no falter, only mere
mental anguish. I will keep my back straight, I will keep my head
high. I will leave without saying goodbye. The world is open
to my interpretation, and I'm just another conquest.
I'm wringing my ego by my neck,
spluttering.
Beneath this e-page I'm...
#love
#unicorns
29 reads
0 Comments
mantisdeer
Poem Published
20th Nov 2021 2:04am
20th Nov 2021 2:04am
Sister Sally O'Malley from the Slothing Order of Sarcast
we all want a chance
to inflict agony's dance
on the ones who fed us poison.
it is me, who is deserving,
bloodstained talons curling,
beguiling with sarcastic tongues;
more foul than the deepest gutter.
you ache in wait to slay the cutter
from where I tower defiantly,
perched to witness your reliant
asking of table scraps.
to inflict agony's dance
on the ones who fed us poison.
it is me, who is deserving,
bloodstained talons curling,
beguiling with sarcastic tongues;
more foul than the deepest gutter.
you ache in wait to slay the cutter
from where I tower defiantly,
perched to witness your reliant
asking of table scraps.
#monsters
#unicorns
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