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Poems about fantasy
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Poetry is an endless jouney through feelings and a mix of emotions that can never be explain in scientific or any other way, except by word
by bigcoolyo
32 words, 2 comments,
11 hours ago. In Love, Personal, Sad, Dark, Life, Spiritual, Weird, Hope, Fantasy, Death, Depression
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To me... / Poetry is a flow of water from the mountains that're full of never-ending desires. / Poetry is a kind and sweet person who under
by bigcoolyo
74 words, 1 comment,
1 day ago. In Love, Personal, Sad, Dark, Life, Spiritual, Weird, Hope, Nature, Thoughts, Fantasy
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Pleating the blue sari / wearing red bindi / And sending windy kisses to the visitors / Ahe went off to the street-night / Star-eyed / Waving good-bye with cloud hands / / Later / She came / As the hallowed wind / Of depressed desire
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The valley of shadow is where I dwell / Th world has no effect there / The only beings there are the trees / / The moon is full over the v
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Sunlight on white blossoms / two dogwwod trees beside the window / lovers, each dreams the other / / so close they grow / in such proxim
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Living in a distant land / Who of us is left to stand / Against the dark and dangerous foe / For courage now we not know / / For the cry o
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The Tyrant / / Men in armor, sweat, and grime, wait impatiently for their time / Rows upon rows of piercing eyes are kept upon his grisly sight / Artificial thunder breaks the night as boots of steel move forward to fight / / Only one rides
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I'm stuck here, / entangled in this web, / of this there is no doubt. / / Leaking my insides, like acid, / its an affront, but you seem to like it. / / Questioning time, / wonderless oblivion / seeping though the cracks and / there
by RoisinDubh
75 words, 4 comments,
on Nov 9 7:00 PM. In Dark, Life, Society, Weird, Angst, Thoughts, Rant, Fantasy, Pain, Depression, Sadness
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We invite you to come on a journey of the mind.
by Brian Balzer
503 words, 12 comments,
on Nov 8 4:23 AM. In Weird, Fantasy, Thoughts, Imagery, Abstract, Perception, Death, Life, Free verse. Reward
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With my head on the pillow I lay and wait. / Sometimes she's early, / sometimes she's late. / My head gets heavy / I shut my eyes. / Then m
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These tantrums have worn you thin, / / your mattress floats toward the ceiling, / the weight of your nightmares gone... / / They've come to life, / and stand, fully formed, in your reflection, / casting shadows like tears, distorting your
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I miss something but I don't know what, / It feels like love but maybe not, / Inside of me, lives the entirety, of the united subconscious energy, / A world full of hope and positivity, / A world full of dreams and sensuality, / And I look aroun
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I have been running / / I ran again, as the wind whipped around the tips of my ears and the rain battered against my flesh / I ran and ran and I ran for up and down the river. It was dark, cold, miserable, the thunder clapped overhead and the ligh
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Her face mirrors the evening shadow, / She walks by the silver stream. / In her wisdom says goodbye to yesterday’s dream. / Her heart a garden in full bloom. / Colours blue, purple, soft green and glowing orange. / Diamond circled, tou
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Rose petals gathered at sunset, / With two soft raindrops and a dash of sunlight, / Careful mixed together with four parts rainbow. / Two
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Silver shining sun caressing a rapturous deepest blue sea / Like a pianist’s touch on his finest piano, / Unfolding every key. / Whispers echo in every ripple, mermaid appears dancing / And even romancing on this most amazing day. / Wi
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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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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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/ / / 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, 4 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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