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.
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
21st Mar 2021 9:46pm
21st Mar 2021 9:46pm
Sleep (Anything can Happen)
Close your eyes this eve'
and gaze into the darkness,
Far beyond the shadows
into the corners of your mind
Where unicorns graze
and faeries dance
from tree to tree
Like golden hummingbirds
On Pegasus' back you fly,
chasing moonbeams 'cross starry skies
Through turns & twists & lazy eights
A sudden veer around a comet and you're
Falling, falling, falling,
you open your mouth to scream
and plunge butt-first
into a bubbly mountain stream
Tadpoles stare in wonder ...
and gaze into the darkness,
Far beyond the shadows
into the corners of your mind
Where unicorns graze
and faeries dance
from tree to tree
Like golden hummingbirds
On Pegasus' back you fly,
chasing moonbeams 'cross starry skies
Through turns & twists & lazy eights
A sudden veer around a comet and you're
Falling, falling, falling,
you open your mouth to scream
and plunge butt-first
into a bubbly mountain stream
Tadpoles stare in wonder ...
#dreams
#fairies
#unicorns #nightmares
#unicorns #nightmares
34 reads
2 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
17th Mar 2021 4:43pm
17th Mar 2021 4:43pm
New Place, New Location, Same Person.
I watched someone move
a million miles away to escape,
themselves,
only to find themselves tangled inside
themselves again.
a million miles away to escape,
themselves,
only to find themselves tangled inside
themselves again.
#stars
#fairies
#unicorns
86 reads
10 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
10th Mar 2021 4:23pm
10th Mar 2021 4:23pm
Screwed and The Thoughts That Just Won't Stop
Sitting with a broken leg in front of
a slightly open window with lace curtains
memories of Norman Bate's mother
posed in a similar fashion flood
my mind. She's dead and I am half alive.
This shit is psycho. I can't even take
a real shower.
The lace is old and falling apart, pieces
of it turn into dust and disappear.
A metamorphosis of sorts,
and a metaphor of sorts.
All sorts. Out of sorts. Sorts.
Nothing is lost on me. Hyper sensitive
and I can feel intent. It's amazing how
the brain...
a slightly open window with lace curtains
memories of Norman Bate's mother
posed in a similar fashion flood
my mind. She's dead and I am half alive.
This shit is psycho. I can't even take
a real shower.
The lace is old and falling apart, pieces
of it turn into dust and disappear.
A metamorphosis of sorts,
and a metaphor of sorts.
All sorts. Out of sorts. Sorts.
Nothing is lost on me. Hyper sensitive
and I can feel intent. It's amazing how
the brain...
#fairies
#unicorns
#hurt
77 reads
9 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
26th Feb 2021 00:04am
26th Feb 2021 00:04am
reincarnation
I was an elephant
in a previous life, one
never forgets ..
in a previous life, one
never forgets ..
#unicorns
34 reads
3 Comments
archie23
Poem Published
24th Feb 2021 8:59am
24th Feb 2021 8:59am
CELESTIAL CAROUSEL
CELESTIAL CAROUSEL
This is our final attempt to communicate with you curious, yet cautious, beings.
Not all is how it apparently seems within plain sight nor within your bottomless dreams.
All previous attempts have been wiped away
Throughout violent eons of yesterday
monuments constructed and understood once
throughout countless cultures slowly crumbling away
remnants of whirling worlds
and fading words forgetting to stay
with fading eyes unable to see
within a war torn world of blaspheme
nothing more than a ghost
torn from an...
This is our final attempt to communicate with you curious, yet cautious, beings.
Not all is how it apparently seems within plain sight nor within your bottomless dreams.
All previous attempts have been wiped away
Throughout violent eons of yesterday
monuments constructed and understood once
throughout countless cultures slowly crumbling away
remnants of whirling worlds
and fading words forgetting to stay
with fading eyes unable to see
within a war torn world of blaspheme
nothing more than a ghost
torn from an...
#utopia
#heaven
#hell
#aliens
#unicorns
43 reads
2 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
16th Feb 2021 3:42am
16th Feb 2021 3:42am
Get Close Enough and You Can Hear The Crackling
It's cold
but that's okay
most hells are hot.
In the chest lives
an ice sculpture
something similar
to the human heart.
It does not beat
it's expanding
and contracting
from the deep freeze.
No breath, it's more
of a brisk breeze.
No death
it's just a cool release.
Sublime into vapour.
but that's okay
most hells are hot.
In the chest lives
an ice sculpture
something similar
to the human heart.
It does not beat
it's expanding
and contracting
from the deep freeze.
No breath, it's more
of a brisk breeze.
No death
it's just a cool release.
Sublime into vapour.
#storm
#unicorns
75 reads
6 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
16th Feb 2021 00:21am
16th Feb 2021 00:21am
The Tick and Take
You spend years with someone
only to recall moments.
Strange.
Those too begin to fade.
Up, up and away
far, far and away those moments
popping like frozen ballons.
A voice can be heard but you're not
sure if it's the same or some fucked
version of what the mind thinks it
might have sounded like.
Nothing is what you think it was
it's all brain games, picking out the
best parts, even the bad doesn't
seem all bad, right now,
but it was, that's why you're
left with those fragmented...
only to recall moments.
Strange.
Those too begin to fade.
Up, up and away
far, far and away those moments
popping like frozen ballons.
A voice can be heard but you're not
sure if it's the same or some fucked
version of what the mind thinks it
might have sounded like.
Nothing is what you think it was
it's all brain games, picking out the
best parts, even the bad doesn't
seem all bad, right now,
but it was, that's why you're
left with those fragmented...
#unicorns
#MovingOn
53 reads
4 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
5th Feb 2021 10:30pm
5th Feb 2021 10:30pm
Who The f**k Is That?
Walking past a mirror and having
to look twice.
Holy fuck, that's me.
Aging.
I often wonder what the world would be
like if sperm were limited instead
of eggs.
As women get older it's like someone
put a cloaking device in your body and
slowly but surely you begin to fade.
No one sees you anymore.
Tragically Invisible.
A ghost before death.
Someone pass me a syringe of
Botox, please.
to look twice.
Holy fuck, that's me.
Aging.
I often wonder what the world would be
like if sperm were limited instead
of eggs.
As women get older it's like someone
put a cloaking device in your body and
slowly but surely you begin to fade.
No one sees you anymore.
Tragically Invisible.
A ghost before death.
Someone pass me a syringe of
Botox, please.
#unicorns
#aging
130 reads
4 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
25th Jan 2021 6:07pm
25th Jan 2021 6:07pm
Just The Pulp
Store.
Orange juice.
Line.
The guy.
Those eyes.
Could've died.
Never forgotten.
Etched into the mind.
Orange juice.
Line.
The guy.
Those eyes.
Could've died.
Never forgotten.
Etched into the mind.
#unicorns
#FirstLove
89 reads
8 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
14th Jan 2021 6:04pm
14th Jan 2021 6:04pm
Yeah, I know.
Do nothing.
Do better.
Do something.
Do fucking do fucking do.
The shit never stops.
Apparently when it does,
you're dead, but you're still
doing shit as you rot.
Energy and whatnot.
Do better.
Do something.
Do fucking do fucking do.
The shit never stops.
Apparently when it does,
you're dead, but you're still
doing shit as you rot.
Energy and whatnot.
#anxiety
#unicorns
82 reads
10 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Jan 2021 1:28am
7th Jan 2021 1:28am
why I'm drinking
this is where it leads: just go with how you feel. what the hell were you thinking ?
#unicorns
58 reads
4 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2021 7:24pm
3rd Jan 2021 7:24pm
As The Neurons Oscillate
Running
spinning
gliding
tripping
falling
through life.
Catch me later
or not at all.
The brain almost feels like soup,
actually a stew, it's thick,
like someone added a roux.
Carrots and potatoes in the ears
too bad it all tastes like shit
when it hits the palet,
of reality.
Think about it.
Or do you think too much already?
Perceive what you want.
spinning
gliding
tripping
falling
through life.
Catch me later
or not at all.
The brain almost feels like soup,
actually a stew, it's thick,
like someone added a roux.
Carrots and potatoes in the ears
too bad it all tastes like shit
when it hits the palet,
of reality.
Think about it.
Or do you think too much already?
Perceive what you want.
#earth
#universe
#unicorns
79 reads
2 Comments
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