Fictional Poems - Poems about Fictional

...The grass on the field has been mowed To my eyes and senses it's lovely Buttercups still cluster near hedges It smells beautiful Birds are singing that little bit more chirpily The dog howev......Read the rest...

...Let's not brag about begging free Long gone are the days when tears would drop We no longer see the light at the end of a tunnel That s why our eyes are blinded to the truth As we became night cr......Read the rest...

...before life begins we accrue fictional sins so guilt always wins lest any deem themselves free to alter reality dollars and distance do not measure existence despite persistence constant de......Read the rest...

...I don't want to get lost in fictional worlds anymore The one I am surrounded with The one in my head It is already too much to store Immersed, overwhelmed, drowned In the ocean of emot......Read the rest...

...(This is something different. Playing around and having some creative fun. One word per line, three lines per stanza. What do you think? Tear it apart and share your thoughts, opinions and criticisms......Read the rest...

...[Non-Fictional Preface: Fictional Old Folks Home/Apparition] "This is the story of two friends, both considered themselves start-up writers, whereas, one who was a bit more of an upstart,......Read the rest...

...Don’t tell me where i belong, Your god and mine won’t get along Some false almighty you think can bless me I let out pent up anguish, & set it free Spare me the shame Spare me your prayer I’l......Read the rest...

...The moon raced ahead of us, like a thirsty dog. Mama wet her knickers earlier that day, she yelled at everyone, for she didn't see it coming. Later, we teenagers latch-keyed in, the empty h......Read the rest...

... I wail the cry of the simple man Who toils night and day Ne’er knowing that disasters can fall On those who have no worldly ax to grind Cries can be heard throughout history Not by those w......Read the rest...

... Tiger the in-door cat. looks out of the window, watching, what could be a movie, a fictional, on-going play of an unknown world. Instinctively, Tiger knows, the blood-group of any sparrow, ......Read the rest...

...Eyes move across her page, I have read her before, memorized her mind. The book on her lap is a tragedy. Her lips move, as I approach, as if she is reading a sudden thought. Are we still w......Read the rest...

...You, gorgeous Muse, with velvety skin The sugary sap of my poetic pen And the sole labyrinth of my soul You inspire me and I adore you. You are my perennial spring smile The garden of my ether......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What if I've lived the exact present I’m living now before, doesn't it make sense to think of it as though... there is another part of me in another universe, going......Read the rest...

..."Born William Henry McCarty, Jr. AKA, Billy the Kid or El Chivito, (Billy Goat/Kid). He had a younger brother named Joseph, and they both had an older sister named Bridget McCarty. Not mu......Read the rest...

... a poem about heartbreak she was the one who taught me how to love, but maybe i wasn't the one she adored. those butterflies lightened up my day and night, the day I met her , I felt alive. ......Read the rest...