Long Poems About Unicorns
#unicorns
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 8:28pm
10th Apr 2024 8:28pm
Evil Unicorn (Cauldron Kill Series)
#hate
#dark
#unicorns
41 reads
9 Comments
Darkkin
Poem Published
31st May 2023 9:22pm
31st May 2023 9:22pm
The Unicorn at Occam's River
Unicorn at Occam’s River
One cloven hoof pawed the shore,
sand and desiccated silt billowed
like a cluttered thought unspoken,
in the shadow of an elder willow.
At day’s death throes she waited
for the brazen fool, a false prophet,
who sought to assume the identity
of innocence like those at Tophet.
But it was those buried at Tophet
who would have known the truth
of the Fool Prophet, but they were
lost. Their sad fate utterly ruthless.
And it was for those blameless lost,
she lurked, a skulldugger...
One cloven hoof pawed the shore,
sand and desiccated silt billowed
like a cluttered thought unspoken,
in the shadow of an elder willow.
At day’s death throes she waited
for the brazen fool, a false prophet,
who sought to assume the identity
of innocence like those at Tophet.
But it was those buried at Tophet
who would have known the truth
of the Fool Prophet, but they were
lost. Their sad fate utterly ruthless.
And it was for those blameless lost,
she lurked, a skulldugger...
#unicorns
196 reads
5 Comments
ajay
Poem Published
17th Apr 2023 3:41pm
17th Apr 2023 3:41pm
How To Write A Poem Like Charles Bukowski, Or HAHAHAHA! SUCKERS!!!
First take your prostitute,
one that's been around for a while,
lacking a few teeth, perhaps,
but having a heart of gold.
A sack, too, will be useful.
Next you'll need a handful of sores,
and if they're red and weeping
so much the better:
it fits the objective correlative.
Then you'll need a bluebird,
which will live in your chest
and stick its head out your arse,
singing: 'I love me!...
one that's been around for a while,
lacking a few teeth, perhaps,
but having a heart of gold.
A sack, too, will be useful.
Next you'll need a handful of sores,
and if they're red and weeping
so much the better:
it fits the objective correlative.
Then you'll need a bluebird,
which will live in your chest
and stick its head out your arse,
singing: 'I love me!...
#unicorns
288 reads
17 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
8th Apr 2023 00:54am
8th Apr 2023 00:54am
Who Sits Behind You?
She had seen enough movies to know she could
easily strangle the man in front of her.
She looked down at her shoe laces and looked
up at the back of the man's neck.
Her laces were old. Possibly dry rotted, they
could break with any real force applied.
She touched her belt. It was a bit wide she wasn't
sure if it would work. She imagined it would take
longer.
There was a CVS bag next to her. Maybe she
could snuff him out with that. Yeah right. Those
bags are cheap. She wondered why no one ever
ripped the bag...
easily strangle the man in front of her.
She looked down at her shoe laces and looked
up at the back of the man's neck.
Her laces were old. Possibly dry rotted, they
could break with any real force applied.
She touched her belt. It was a bit wide she wasn't
sure if it would work. She imagined it would take
longer.
There was a CVS bag next to her. Maybe she
could snuff him out with that. Yeah right. Those
bags are cheap. She wondered why no one ever
ripped the bag...
#murder
#dogs
#unicorns
333 reads
9 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
4th Apr 2023 3:53pm
4th Apr 2023 3:53pm
The Bye and Bye
The barrel was in her face
and then a bullet in her brain.
Rewind, back to the beginning.
A phone call.
An old friend.
An hour car ride.
No, thats not how it ends, should have. Didn't.
She pulled in, he came out and the past seemed
like the future. She broke away from his embrace
he left and she drove away.
What could've been haunted her heart.
Oh well. Oh fucking well.
No gas, a little cash and an orange light blinking.
She had to stop. ...
and then a bullet in her brain.
Rewind, back to the beginning.
A phone call.
An old friend.
An hour car ride.
No, thats not how it ends, should have. Didn't.
She pulled in, he came out and the past seemed
like the future. She broke away from his embrace
he left and she drove away.
What could've been haunted her heart.
Oh well. Oh fucking well.
No gas, a little cash and an orange light blinking.
She had to stop. ...
#betrayal
#death
#unicorns
279 reads
8 Comments
nikkimoe
Poem Published
29th Oct 2022 3:31pm
29th Oct 2022 3:31pm
He Wasn't Wearing Keds
She stood in her driveway power smoking
a cigarette, Watching as night met the day.
She doesn't sleep much.
Lays awake thinking.
Thinking. Thinking.
No dreams. No nightmares.
She tossed her cigarette into an old coffee
can and called the stray cats she's been
feeding.
Ladybird! Mike Morris! Bowbandie!
All 3 came running as she popped open two cans of tuna, of course, she got tuna juice all
over her pants and hands but the kitties
didn't mind as much as she did.
She walked...
a cigarette, Watching as night met the day.
She doesn't sleep much.
Lays awake thinking.
Thinking. Thinking.
No dreams. No nightmares.
She tossed her cigarette into an old coffee
can and called the stray cats she's been
feeding.
Ladybird! Mike Morris! Bowbandie!
All 3 came running as she popped open two cans of tuna, of course, she got tuna juice all
over her pants and hands but the kitties
didn't mind as much as she did.
She walked...
#death
#unicorns
400 reads
19 Comments
APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2022 3:17am
22nd Oct 2022 3:17am
All These Years of Sadness
All These Years
-
"I have waited all these years"
she whispers in the night,
seeking solace
from her life,
hiding from the light,
wishing to forget....
...her fear of
living.
A hard life
of broken promises
and a lifetime of regret
has
desiccated
her soul,
a dried and brittle thing,
but once,
a long time ago,
she
was free,
dreaming endless dreams,
living in her fantasies,
but the dreams
....just stopped one day,
leaving her with a child...
-
"I have waited all these years"
she whispers in the night,
seeking solace
from her life,
hiding from the light,
wishing to forget....
...her fear of
living.
A hard life
of broken promises
and a lifetime of regret
has
desiccated
her soul,
a dried and brittle thing,
but once,
a long time ago,
she
was free,
dreaming endless dreams,
living in her fantasies,
but the dreams
....just stopped one day,
leaving her with a child...
#unicorns
330 reads
7 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
1st Jun 2022 2:15am
1st Jun 2022 2:15am
Unicorns aren't real you dumb c**t
#unicorns
296 reads
8 Comments
RevolutionAL
Poem Published
16th Apr 2022 7:08am
16th Apr 2022 7:08am
A Helluva Story
Sat down with a cup of coffee, a piece of clear white and an ink pen, to write this poem, then a different one, and well, then... However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find the endings, so these are the three attempts of writing the same poem, each a different way and never finding an ending...
coffee comes in variety
-slow percolated coffee
-meticulous pods
-instant and high speed
on the run
I'm a pod kinda guy
I find the instant
watered down
and tasteless
the percolated ...
coffee comes in variety
-slow percolated coffee
-meticulous pods
-instant and high speed
on the run
I'm a pod kinda guy
I find the instant
watered down
and tasteless
the percolated ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#unicorns
379 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
24th Dec 2021 2:07pm
24th Dec 2021 2:07pm
The Rambler
a ghost story for Christmas Eve
A light Christmas lunch was served in the dining room while a radio played popular songs and soap operas of the 1950s. It was an old green radio, a Roberts Rambler, with dials and a leather strap. It seemed to have come with the building. No one ever changed the station it was set to.
An episode of Mrs Dale's Diary, in which the titular character confuses her motorcar's clutch with a hook for her handbag, was playing. Meanwhile, the widowed Mrs Roberts was being helped to eat a slice of "traditional" Christmas pudding. 'Traditional pudding...
A light Christmas lunch was served in the dining room while a radio played popular songs and soap operas of the 1950s. It was an old green radio, a Roberts Rambler, with dials and a leather strap. It seemed to have come with the building. No one ever changed the station it was set to.
An episode of Mrs Dale's Diary, in which the titular character confuses her motorcar's clutch with a hook for her handbag, was playing. Meanwhile, the widowed Mrs Roberts was being helped to eat a slice of "traditional" Christmas pudding. 'Traditional pudding...
#unicorns
415 reads
5 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
11th Dec 2021 4:16pm
11th Dec 2021 4:16pm
Some Stray Thoughts on Misogyny
[Gertrude’s] frailty unleashes for Hamlet, and for Shakespeare, fantasies of maternal malevolence, of maternal spoiling, that are compelling exactly as they are out of proportion to the character we know, exactly as they seem therefore to reiterate infantile fears and desires rather than an adult apprehension of the mother as a separate person." - Janet Adelman, Suffocating Mothers, Fantasies of Maternal Origin
in Shakespeare’s Plays, Hamlet to The Tempest
"You know what makes me sick? I am sick to death of people saying that it's all the parents' fault, that it all starts...
in Shakespeare’s Plays, Hamlet to The Tempest
"You know what makes me sick? I am sick to death of people saying that it's all the parents' fault, that it all starts...
#unicorns
237 reads
0 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
19th Nov 2021 1:07pm
19th Nov 2021 1:07pm
[ DUP ] Batter up!
When it came to faking
his earthly demise on the Internets
Dan Kozak milked that saucer
until the pentagon shaped plate
was licked clean of soured cream;
him slowly dying to death
a little bit each day
---stray that he was
dutifully reporting for scraps
at the back door despite
ongoing health hurdles
dragging his mangy ass in tow
and ducking all the while
that stealthy Grim...
his earthly demise on the Internets
Dan Kozak milked that saucer
until the pentagon shaped plate
was licked clean of soured cream;
him slowly dying to death
a little bit each day
---stray that he was
dutifully reporting for scraps
at the back door despite
ongoing health hurdles
dragging his mangy ass in tow
and ducking all the while
that stealthy Grim...
#death
#LifeChangingMoment
#unicorns #sports
#unicorns #sports
495 reads
6 Comments
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