Long Poems About Unicorns
#unicorns
Betty
Poem Published
1st Jun 2022 2:15am
1st Jun 2022 2:15am
Unicorns aren't real you dumb c**t
#unicorns
93 reads
8 Comments
arortiz73
MTP
MTP
Poem Published
17th May 2022 1:01am
17th May 2022 1:01am
Zomb On The Momb
The moment she saw me, I've been tryna say sorry,
act somber and calmly, when my lamia caught me
with three other zombies all eating our mommies'
no-panty pajammies' hamstringy pastramis, but--
now she's all vommy; won't phone me, zoom-call me,
so I hit the Zamboni and I split to the prommy.
I shuffle my shoes and I'm showin' my snaggies.
If somebody bit you, I was on the Konami, just shruggin'
my shoulders 'cuz I'm swaggerin' Shaggy, "it wasn't me."
When I went to the swami to readee my palmee,
he say me red-handed; got mommy still on...
act somber and calmly, when my lamia caught me
with three other zombies all eating our mommies'
no-panty pajammies' hamstringy pastramis, but--
now she's all vommy; won't phone me, zoom-call me,
so I hit the Zamboni and I split to the prommy.
I shuffle my shoes and I'm showin' my snaggies.
If somebody bit you, I was on the Konami, just shruggin'
my shoulders 'cuz I'm swaggerin' Shaggy, "it wasn't me."
When I went to the swami to readee my palmee,
he say me red-handed; got mommy still on...
#monsters
#unicorns
#zombies
105 reads
3 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
131 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
191 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
124 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
219 reads
6 Comments
JohnnyBlaze
Poem Published
16th Nov 2021 3:58pm
16th Nov 2021 3:58pm
[ RAP ] "Let's go, Brando!"
they angrily chanted in diatribal fashion
waving hashtag anointed spears
as if waterboarding oars
high above their heads
leftover from Free Britney rallies
still wild donkey skewing sharp.
And he fled the Internets altogether
faster than my 5G Verizon connection
could keep pace with, so as to live
and return to fight another day
with his peculiar brand of poetry.
"Too...
waving hashtag anointed spears
as if waterboarding oars
high above their heads
leftover from Free Britney rallies
still wild donkey skewing sharp.
And he fled the Internets altogether
faster than my 5G Verizon connection
could keep pace with, so as to live
and return to fight another day
with his peculiar brand of poetry.
"Too...
#politics
#unicorns
#rebellion #scifi
#rebellion #scifi
282 reads
7 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
13th Nov 2021 10:23am
13th Nov 2021 10:23am
Son of the Fascist
After all, you don’t dress all in black, skulk in the shadows ..., weigh eight stone and hide in your college room doing equations, then get into heroin and do it until you die at the age of 39, alone in your west London flat, to be found the next day by the cleaner, because you feel loved and nurtured by a family of whom you are intensely proud, do you?" - Giles Coren, "This is one Mosley whose name should live on", The Times
on reading that Oxford University is planning to end the Alexander Mosley Charitable Trust, due to the namesake's father's and grandparents' ties to Fascism...
on reading that Oxford University is planning to end the Alexander Mosley Charitable Trust, due to the namesake's father's and grandparents' ties to Fascism...
#unicorns
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1 Comment
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
12th Oct 2020 00:16am
12th Oct 2020 00:16am
Questionable Ethics of An Olde-Fasioned Amerikan Driveshaft
Who wants to Live? In this horror house
we've built wit our
Best Thinking.
Best Intentions'
Best Meat (from All)
the wars. All
bloody fresh/flesh as
wit th'juice running out as
gravy is made of the young'ns gone
to fight to die for god and country, founded on lies (and
"sacred"...
we've built wit our
Best Thinking.
Best Intentions'
Best Meat (from All)
the wars. All
bloody fresh/flesh as
wit th'juice running out as
gravy is made of the young'ns gone
to fight to die for god and country, founded on lies (and
"sacred"...
#kindness
#funny
#humankind
#unicorns
#HumanRights
157 reads
0 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
1st Dec 2018 9:46pm
1st Dec 2018 9:46pm
Crying Miseries of Wisdom, Love, Wine, and Dope, (Long After They've All Spilled)
Obviously (it should be clear by n'ow that )
Everything is made of copious
amounts (portions)
of
No Thing....................................so, what
is One (let'lone two)
t'do'bout it?
It's the very day that, supposedly, November becomes December
be-coming thee first day of thee final...
Everything is made of copious
amounts (portions)
of
No Thing....................................so, what
is One (let'lone two)
t'do'bout it?
It's the very day that, supposedly, November becomes December
be-coming thee first day of thee final...
#America
#universe
#astrology
#astronomy
#unicorns
546 reads
2 Comments
joegracegrace
Joe Grace
Joe Grace
Poem Published
25th Jun 2018 7:07am
25th Jun 2018 7:07am
Connection Between Holy of Holies and Womb: Evidence for Theistic Evolution !!!
The word for mercy in Hebrew comes from the word for womb.
So the "mercy seat" (God's throne) in the Holy of Holies (the inner room of the Temple) is suggestive of the womb.
I was glad to find out the connection between mercy and womb,
for I already saw the temple as female, with the Holy of Holies as symbolic of the womb.
Why do I say the Jewish Temple should be thought of as female??
Well the Church is likened to a wife.
For Paul the apostle writes, "Husbands love your wives, just as Christ also loved the Church and gave...
So the "mercy seat" (God's throne) in the Holy of Holies (the inner room of the Temple) is suggestive of the womb.
I was glad to find out the connection between mercy and womb,
for I already saw the temple as female, with the Holy of Holies as symbolic of the womb.
Why do I say the Jewish Temple should be thought of as female??
Well the Church is likened to a wife.
For Paul the apostle writes, "Husbands love your wives, just as Christ also loved the Church and gave...
#dragons
#unicorns
448 reads
0 Comments
archetype23
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2017 1:40pm
3rd Apr 2017 1:40pm
Unicorn Casserole
I can't say that I have a clear perception of time
but on one day of deception I was drinking some wine
with a friend of mine, Mr. Phillip McPearson
who in reality wasn't actually a real person
He was an ex-con leprechaun
A fact which I never did dwell upon
He would visit from time to time on occasion
when I had whiskey and rye as persuasion
I puffed some pot and passed him the bowl in a glow
and he told me about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
With a sinful grin this bloke told me the joke
about the rainbow actually...
but on one day of deception I was drinking some wine
with a friend of mine, Mr. Phillip McPearson
who in reality wasn't actually a real person
He was an ex-con leprechaun
A fact which I never did dwell upon
He would visit from time to time on occasion
when I had whiskey and rye as persuasion
I puffed some pot and passed him the bowl in a glow
and he told me about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
With a sinful grin this bloke told me the joke
about the rainbow actually...
#hope
#MentalHealth
#unicorns #EatingDisorder
#unicorns #EatingDisorder
793 reads
6 Comments
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