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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
Today 10:56am
Today 10:56am
Dear Reader
This must be what they talk about.
When they enter the fictional world,in and out.
So let us travel to a fairytale.
Written fully by ink.
It may not be real,but it makes you think.
Read this story as it evolves.
And we get rainbow clothes.
Our story eventually subsides.
After a thousand magical nights.
This story will end - so let's go to Neverland.
Write our story in this magical land.
I know there's adventures that await.
Let me be Wendy to your Peter Pan.
And use a glass,ink filled pen.
Promise...
When they enter the fictional world,in and out.
So let us travel to a fairytale.
Written fully by ink.
It may not be real,but it makes you think.
Read this story as it evolves.
And we get rainbow clothes.
Our story eventually subsides.
After a thousand magical nights.
This story will end - so let's go to Neverland.
Write our story in this magical land.
I know there's adventures that await.
Let me be Wendy to your Peter Pan.
And use a glass,ink filled pen.
Promise...
#books
#dreams
#hope
#love
#uplifting
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michaelslove2
Poem Published
Today 7:05am
Today 7:05am
Her Picture
HER PICTURE
“Here it is Lyle,” Gary said handing him the picture. Lyle reached up from the hospital bed and
winced. The pain was excruciating.
“Who is she?” Gary asked. “I know I've seen her somewhere.”
“She's special,” Lyle said, looking into her crystal blue eyes smiling a little.
“Do you know her?” Gary asked.
“Yeah. Yeah I do,” Lyle said. “In a different sort of way maybe we all do.”
Gary grunted. “How you feeling buddy?”
“Okay,” Lyle said looking at his friend. “Just a little weak. It's...
“Here it is Lyle,” Gary said handing him the picture. Lyle reached up from the hospital bed and
winced. The pain was excruciating.
“Who is she?” Gary asked. “I know I've seen her somewhere.”
“She's special,” Lyle said, looking into her crystal blue eyes smiling a little.
“Do you know her?” Gary asked.
“Yeah. Yeah I do,” Lyle said. “In a different sort of way maybe we all do.”
Gary grunted. “How you feeling buddy?”
“Okay,” Lyle said looking at his friend. “Just a little weak. It's...
#anxiety
#confusion
#dark #fear
#dark #fear
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 8:53pm
3rd Feb 2025 8:53pm
Miss Birdseed
The public house had long been haunted by some strange presence that upset slop trays and let beer dribble out from the taps when no one was looking, but it was not really about this that the publican's wife had come to consult the occult detective, Joshua Samuels.
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic....
'That's just the Pimlico poisoner, that is' said Mrs Godalming with weird alacrity. 'Back in my grandfather's day, the pub was frequented by bigwigs from Westminster on their way to County Hall, where Maggie Struthers was strung up by her neck in the place of execution for killing her husband and child with arsenic....
#evil
#ghosts
#historical #horror
#historical #horror
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
15th Sep 2019 5:12pm
15th Sep 2019 5:12pm
Private Dick
I looked at my watch, it was nearly eight o’clock. It had been a slow night so I decided to close up shop when she walked in through the door like a cool night breeze.
She was a buxom brunette with a silhouette like magic and dreams. She wore a red and black dress that hugged her curves. This dame looked more dangerous than all the perps I had ever tailed.
She had an hour glass figure with hips like a stand-up jazz bass, ready to be pressed against you, to be plucked and played. She had red luscious lips so full and pouty she looked like she was constantly...
She was a buxom brunette with a silhouette like magic and dreams. She wore a red and black dress that hugged her curves. This dame looked more dangerous than all the perps I had ever tailed.
She had an hour glass figure with hips like a stand-up jazz bass, ready to be pressed against you, to be plucked and played. She had red luscious lips so full and pouty she looked like she was constantly...
#murder
#mystery
689 reads
4 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 12:02pm
30th Jan 2025 12:02pm
The NAO Amalgamate Inc. chapter1 part 1
The brown brick building at 1015 Chambers Street was not as easy to find as everyone may have thought. It was surrounded by other buildings that look identical to it. The only stand out feature that it had going for it was a small porcelain vase, off to the right, by the door way had one purple tulip in it.
Before entering the obscure building. Kat made sure to touch up her (tourmaline) red lipstick. Her hair was behaving itself and not puffing out due to the hot, humid day New York was having at the moment.
She was supposed to be on the twelfth floor, room 322. She...
Before entering the obscure building. Kat made sure to touch up her (tourmaline) red lipstick. Her hair was behaving itself and not puffing out due to the hot, humid day New York was having at the moment.
She was supposed to be on the twelfth floor, room 322. She...
#StreamOfConsciousness
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10 Comments
James_A_Knight
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 2:51pm
28th Jan 2025 2:51pm
THE ADVENTURE OF STUMPY AND THE DUMPSTER BOY
A three legged dog with brown curly fur waited in the alleyway.
The dog’s name was Stumpy.
The rain and ice had cracked the concrete. Years of waste had washed through. It was slimy and grey.
A boy of seventeen, ragged, hungry, and pale, was rummaging around a dumpster.
Stumpy barked.
A man dressed in beige grabbed hold of the Dumpster Boy and pulled him out. It was the manager of the Magnificent Burger House. He was sweaty and salty and his moustache covered his mouth.
“What are you doing in my Dumpster?”
The boy had hold of a bag of mouldy...
The dog’s name was Stumpy.
The rain and ice had cracked the concrete. Years of waste had washed through. It was slimy and grey.
A boy of seventeen, ragged, hungry, and pale, was rummaging around a dumpster.
Stumpy barked.
A man dressed in beige grabbed hold of the Dumpster Boy and pulled him out. It was the manager of the Magnificent Burger House. He was sweaty and salty and his moustache covered his mouth.
“What are you doing in my Dumpster?”
The boy had hold of a bag of mouldy...
#dogs
#dreams
#nightmares
52 reads
6 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 11:14am
28th Jan 2025 11:14am
The Poet
They say the poet's weapon is not a sword.
But their words and pen.
Sometimes,not a pen.
But a feather of a hen.
A poet's power can depend.
And cannot be measured.
They can win fights with just their words.
And open gates to new worlds.
Worlds they create and write.
They can be the kindest you've seen.
And create your fate.
A poet is like a god in their own world.
That they write on their own.
Their power can be unlimited if used right.
In their room,in their home.
They are the best ones...
But their words and pen.
Sometimes,not a pen.
But a feather of a hen.
A poet's power can depend.
And cannot be measured.
They can win fights with just their words.
And open gates to new worlds.
Worlds they create and write.
They can be the kindest you've seen.
And create your fate.
A poet is like a god in their own world.
That they write on their own.
Their power can be unlimited if used right.
In their room,in their home.
They are the best ones...
#happiness
#hope
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 10:51am
26th Jan 2025 10:51am
Song
We all have that one song.
That we remembered for very long.
The one whose lyrics is very strong.
And connects to us deeply.
The one that comforts us.
And stays in our minds neatly.
Maybe it's a song you heard as a kid.
Or a song you heard on the radio.
Maybe it's a song you like to sing.
Or a song you heard at a rodeo.
When the lyrics speaks to you in a way none does.
When the melody beats in your ears.
The way nothing else does.
Like the first time you heard it at a certain age.
And you grew up,you...
That we remembered for very long.
The one whose lyrics is very strong.
And connects to us deeply.
The one that comforts us.
And stays in our minds neatly.
Maybe it's a song you heard as a kid.
Or a song you heard on the radio.
Maybe it's a song you like to sing.
Or a song you heard at a rodeo.
When the lyrics speaks to you in a way none does.
When the melody beats in your ears.
The way nothing else does.
Like the first time you heard it at a certain age.
And you grew up,you...
#hope
#lyrics
#motivational
#music
#uplifting
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 10:52am
25th Jan 2025 10:52am
The Ship Sails
High in the mountains,the sun veils.
Cloud dances and ship sails.
They say the magical tales.
Of flying ships,ocean whales.
They say it's full of treasure.
Big,with no specific measure.
They tell he legend of an air ship.
Full of magic and whit.
You can see it in the clouds during day.
If you just look up,far away.
They say it runs by magic.
And nothing tragic happens to it.
Nor to its treasure.
I know it's just a legend.
But this myth about the treasure.
Everyone looked high and low. ...
Cloud dances and ship sails.
They say the magical tales.
Of flying ships,ocean whales.
They say it's full of treasure.
Big,with no specific measure.
They tell he legend of an air ship.
Full of magic and whit.
You can see it in the clouds during day.
If you just look up,far away.
They say it runs by magic.
And nothing tragic happens to it.
Nor to its treasure.
I know it's just a legend.
But this myth about the treasure.
Everyone looked high and low. ...
#hope
#magic
#motivational #uplifting
#motivational #uplifting
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 10:52am
22nd Jan 2025 10:52am
The Land Of Childhood Dreams
There is a town far away.
That we can access,night and day.
There lives our childhood hopes and dreams.
That are real,and not on ocean screens.
There is full of memories and laughter.
Where adventure awaits.
Where you never lose the ticket to.
And you get nostalgia filled plates.
They say it goes once you grow up far away.
But you can access it any day.
You can feel the nostalgia.
You can feel the bliss.
Like the emotions you felt gave you a forehead kiss.
There are all your memories and friends. ...
That we can access,night and day.
There lives our childhood hopes and dreams.
That are real,and not on ocean screens.
There is full of memories and laughter.
Where adventure awaits.
Where you never lose the ticket to.
And you get nostalgia filled plates.
They say it goes once you grow up far away.
But you can access it any day.
You can feel the nostalgia.
You can feel the bliss.
Like the emotions you felt gave you a forehead kiss.
There are all your memories and friends. ...
#hope
#memories
#motivational
#nostalgia
#uplifting
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 3:53am
22nd Jan 2025 3:53am
The NAO Amalgamate Inc.
Calling all writers, calling all writers. Looking for bound and determined writers in all genres. Willing to cohabitate in a four-bedroom apartment. If interested. Email L.vaga@gemini.com with a short example of work.
“The gooey gelatinous muck slowly slides past her defined collar bone leaving a red neon trail or burning flesh---"
“What the hell are you writing, Zoë?”
Slamming her head against her ancient home computer, a muffled answer to the question seeps through.
“I have no idea.”
“What? Can you lift your head and speak to me?”...
“The gooey gelatinous muck slowly slides past her defined collar bone leaving a red neon trail or burning flesh---"
“What the hell are you writing, Zoë?”
Slamming her head against her ancient home computer, a muffled answer to the question seeps through.
“I have no idea.”
“What? Can you lift your head and speak to me?”...
#StreamOfConsciousness
128 reads
13 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 10:54am
19th Jan 2025 10:54am
Cursed Collar
There was a girl long ago.
Who had a cursed collar.
The collar slowly grew tighter.
And time quickly flew.
She hoped someday,it may fall off.
That it'll grow looser and fall.
She hopes she would grow tall.
Without the feeling the collar's toll.
As time slowly passed.
And she grew up big fast.
The collar stayed the same.
The collar got tighter with time.
And she began to forget her name.
She hoped for someone ,something.
To take it off,away.
In another world,she daydreamed.
And began...
Who had a cursed collar.
The collar slowly grew tighter.
And time quickly flew.
She hoped someday,it may fall off.
That it'll grow looser and fall.
She hopes she would grow tall.
Without the feeling the collar's toll.
As time slowly passed.
And she grew up big fast.
The collar stayed the same.
The collar got tighter with time.
And she began to forget her name.
She hoped for someone ,something.
To take it off,away.
In another world,she daydreamed.
And began...
#dark
#depression
#hope
#inspirational
#uplifting
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