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Poems about Fantasy
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I am so in love with you, / But you choose to break my heart into, / I don't know why but I sit and cry, / Hoping one day you'll fall in love with me.
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Oh have you heard of Hon Printai, / The land of beasts and lore? / If never told this story bold, / Then you I shall not bore. / / (I) / I
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Her life a gothic culture -
'tis sums up a vampyr beauty.
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Seas and waves are greeted by lily petals that dance in the wind.
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"A brilliant epigram is a solemn platitude
gone to a masquerade ball."
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Yes my friend I am a poet / a man of forty three / Written poems most my life / with a pencil on some paper / both harvest from a tree. /
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Boy grew from a mothball / In the closet of the house / Of Mrs Pevensie the widow. / / Boy grew to be an oddball / And moved under the hou
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There once was a boy born hollow and vacant, / With skin made of bark, but nothing within. / His folks named him Marcus, Marcus the Giant,
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Just messin' around with some research on the Banshee
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/ / / My Dad told me to stay away / from the path / / Hell hath no fury / like a girl in red / but she'll lure you / with her basketfull / of goodies / / that's what my oul' fella said / / Of course, I had to look /
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/ Crashing explosions in the distance / Following the path of least resistance / Determined in its strong persistence / To escalate its en
by mallam23
383 words, 3 comments,
on Aug 7 11:06 PM. In Love, Power, Fantasy, Sexual, Passion, Desires, Rain, Storm, Thunder
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Lights quiver over Kelpies pool, / Luring, / Seductive, / Reflecting upon their faces, / Wallowing in despair. / The lost souls of the dead. / / She searches by flight, / For the victim escaped. / In true form, / She is an omen of dea
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Sing a song of silliness,
Entertain amusing ambuscades.
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We all have one wing in our lives / Some are afraid of the sky / Its so liberating / How we have one wing and then we die and we gain or second wing / We become full angels / So I am a one winged angel / Till the day I die / We are all one
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Somewhere over the rainbow, / There are no seven steps to heaven. / But the spectral paths of deadly sins / await my tread. / A leather needle and an alchemy den, / where, white-smocked, I gather / Solomonic shades for black experiments.
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Madeaf-mute / / and blind / by encircling swelling bubbles / in their minds / the town masters limp along in tight-fitting boots / / the band passes them by / as / their soprano silver whistles / enthrall the greens and browns alike
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You shall be mine
and mine only....
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The SharePoetry poets came came from all over the world to the / land down under / They landed on the shores their voices all athunder / / Spreading blankets and rhythm both with the same abandon / Aussies gathered from all around to see t
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Sunsets / / / The sea and the sky got close / and found they had much in common. / They were both big / on colour, moisture, currents
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Snatching it tight...
To heighten the spell.
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by celestialpie
226 words, 21 comments,
on Dec 3 9:56 PM 2007. In Adult, Contemporary, Dark, Fantasy, Free verse, Life, Love, Personal, Spiritu
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I call a do over.
On absolutely everything.
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/ As a collar bone I’d admit to being incorrigible. / Having been broken four times, / I am now a very peculiar shape and size indeed /
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by ravenontheleft
358 words, 3 comments,
on May 23 7:36 PM 2007. In Adult, Contemporary, Dark, Fantasy, Free verse, Life, Love, Personal, Sad, Weird
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Phoenix from the fire, / Burned in my memory, / Flying through the sky in flames coming close to set me free. /
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