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Poems about fantasy
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We invite you to come on a journey of the mind.
by Brian Balzer
503 words, 14 comments,
on Nov 8 4:23 AM 2008. 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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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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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 2008. 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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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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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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I call a do over.
On absolutely everything.
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As darkness falls, / I get a sense of power. / I dont live in the light / so to speak, as others I enjoy do. / The light makes me weary,
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What would happen / If light stopped / And stood still? / / Would a scintillion rainfall / Cascade in brilliant beads / Like a million tin
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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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I am a steaming cup of urine / a disembodied head / a rat’s nest made of curly straws / a velosa raptor / with carrots for teeth / a colost
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/ You bring me back / To a land not far away / Warm and familiar / You wrap around me / Unravelling my mind / Letting it flow out / Pouring and dripping / All around this unawakened / Warm and magikal realm / You bring me back / To
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by nicewise
202 words, 1 comment,
on Jul 28 5:28 PM 2006
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