Best Fantasyme Poems
The night I met him
Unknown to me
This knight of the dark
In blood lust spree
He takes me home
To his house on the hill
His handsome looks
My body thrilled
His long brown hair
Beautiful eyes
Body so muscled
The want of me cries
He holds me close
In adventurous roam
His hands hiking
He's sensing home
My clothes fall
In slow undress
My breasts bare
His hands caress
I feel his breath
Delight my nape
I feel him close
His manly drape
My body warms
I feel his bite
Tonight i'm his
In wanton excite
The wonderous sights
That picture my mind
With my knight of the dark
Away from my living kind
With him I will soar
In centuries we'll roam
Looking for maidens
To call our own
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What i always wanted in life
Was an ideal dad
One who cared about family happiness
And could cheer us up when were sad.
I always wanted a kind man, one who’s patient
And to him his family meant the world
I wanted a man to validate me
By telling me i was a good girl.
I wanted a man who’s discipline
Was never angry or severe
But a type of discipline
That would encourage good conduct when we are far or near.
I wanted a man to tell me happy stories
And tuck me into bed
A man who always told me he loved me
And kissed me on the head
I still long to be hugged, kissed, and squeezed
But i don’t’ expect my future mate to blow my nose whenever i sneeze.
My childhood was a mess
And i had a dysfunctional family
It is the mighty hand of god
That has come in and set me free.
It is not fair to ask my future husband
To treat me like a child
But if expects to love him back
He must be meek and mild.
My future mate cannot play that role
Or undo the damage that has been done
But Jesus, my adoptive dad can fill this void
And through him my victory has already been won.
Don’t Look Behind You
From swamp I lifted from an arm
But collapsed to pitiful puddles
And ground my fist in slush
As I heard their voices
Drag at thus
And make of evil a cunning mist
Has me bewitched
Lost for all my will to do righteousness
Has led me astray in my ego wish
And left me bleating and bawling
Cowering and quivering
By the ancient grave
That made in secret
Chill, black as the imagination can make it
Seeps through every pore
And begins my desire to do its bidding
And what comfort there be
But
Murder
Most foul
Of stained and terrified blood
For mad men to feast upon
And still I cannot find my way from
This spine chilling howl
And was it me in moonlight
Drenched in red
My reflection does not seem similar now
But my heart races
And lips drool
And my throat
Growls
Am I cursed
The hairs on my arm on down my neck
Stand
But is it bristle they feel
For there is a scent of death and raw meat
In the air
I savour
Murder
In a bath of drooling slavering
Vein pumping
Slavering
Madness
Thought I'd experienced love, and all the different shades,
Then you came along, and we found another way.
You caught me off guard, I didn't see it coming,
Did you?....
Sometimes I wonder if you hoped for all this,
Or if you got caught in your own trap?
Did you really think, you'd fall in love this way?
Or were you already?....
When we shared those special moments,
And you opened your heart to me.
Thats when you grabbed my soul,
Held me captivated...
You own this heart of mine,
Your name's engraved inside.
I'll carry you with me forever,
You know that don't you?...
Blackness…
I’m afraid
I can feel it, so dense
It knows me… it holds me
As it to keep me in suspense
Where am I?
I’m terrified, my throat is dry
I can feel it…
The blackness rubbing against me
It loves me… it wants me
I feel it’s hungry
“Hello?”
“Any body there?”
I can hear some
It’s near, I swear
“OK! The jokes over,”
“It’s not funny any more.”
“You win, I give in,”
“Just open the door”
“Hello?”
“Oh! God”
The screaming
Now I’m really scared
It’s piercing,
Increasing
With every breath
Oh! God make it stop
I’m on my knees
I’m blocking my ears
It gets louder, make it stop please!!!
Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
I’m burning, I’m on fire
I can feel every desire
Amplifying
Agonising
Stabbing me like hot wires
The blackness is biting
Chunks out of me
I cannot stop it. I can’t see it
It consuming my body
I see pictures, of people
I cursed and hate
The wrongs I did
I cannot right, it’s too late.
Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!
I’m burning, I’m on fire
I can feel every desire
Amplifying
Agonising
Stabbing me like hot wires
Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!
sometimes when i'm all alone
nobody with me everybody gone
i think of how it's nice to be home
surrounded by all of my belongings
my bed , my phone
but when the phone does'nt ring
i feel so all alone
when i know that no one is comming
and yet i hate to be alone
i wish that there was somebody there
someone who loved me someone who cared
i wish that they'd write poetry and letters
so that without a doubt
i'd know my feelings were shared
and that would be my wish come true
and my second wish is that it were you
Form:
Something so profound,
Something you won't expect,
When she takes you be the hand,
Your heart she will infect,
Take me to the funeral,
I'll watch my heart buried alive,
I'll take my medicine,
Perhaps I can contrive,
She'll twist you to the floor,
Drag you to the bed,
Oh my god,
I have no remedy for the dread,
We see the stones falling,
They're falling from the skies,
Like rain from the storm,
It hits the ground and dries,
She's got eyes that stare right through,
The heart and through the mind,
The stones turn to fire,
As your eyes dry out and you become blind,
Sending shivers right down your spine,
Meet me at the roadside,
Pay the ransom or not,
I'll be waiting outside.
So tell me how well can you swim,
With ropes wrapped around your limbs.
An urgent breath upon my neck
A innocences tied to me
Clothes pulled from me
Silk and lace have no grace
As they lay upon the floor
You close the door
You lock it behind you
Your kiss is more a bite
I try to fight
But the darkness has your light
My curiosty takes me along
A cry as i find you deep inside
Your body covers mine
A groan from you as you hold my mind
A seduction of force that i do not ignore
My gasps of endless moments of you
My eyes closed as my innocences is thrown
Then you leave the room .....
Form:
Get Out of My Face!
What brought all of that on?
Award? This is not a movie!
Who cares about a stupid award?
And how dare you judge me like that?
You must have lost your brains –
Yes, I see them now!
Right in front of your face
Floating around in the bubble
On your head!
And you say you love me.
Yeah, right!
And since when did this spaceship
Become yours? Get a grip.
You want me off of this rust trap?
Right after you, baby!
Oh, who made you judge and jury?
You do not even know what love is.
You are a suck-up.
But you just lost your brownie points.
Do you call screaming at a cohort?
“Love of humanity”
I see it again!
Grey matter scrambled like eggs. Yum!
I remember when –
You used to eat men alive and brag.
Have you really changed all that much?
You still gloat with words?
Even now, you think you have won.
My dear raging “Power hog”,
Turn the light bulb on…think!
We are in deep space.
What do you think
Will happen to your prize,
If I do get off?
I can see it now.
You, Spaceman of the Year,
Worming your way out of the spot light
When T.S. asks you,
“What happened?
That cute Elaine Justice disappeared?”
Um, well, a…she left the ship.
Really now?
And why was that?
Imagine stumbling your egocentric-self
Right out of your award.
Genuinely, who really cares?
Not I! Said the woman
That still had her brains.
It is time for you to get off.
Love of humanity, or me for that matter,
Is something you know nothing
About…Now, get out of my face!
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
May 20, 2010
Poetic form: Free Verse
My dreams are fake
But the realm exists
But where can i
Go and sleep
There is not peace in some ones dream
Some are sweet and some are not
How can i go to bed
When i know that soon I might die
In my dream i run down hills
I fall and roll to the ground
Where do i turn?
Where do i run?
But there is nothing
And no one around
And soon i see it
The end of my dream
I know it's the end
But i just can't wake
Soon this figure is so close
I feel its heat and smell of old
But something different starts to happen
The darkness turns to light
The smell of old
To smell of flowers in the night
The heat of hate
To the heat of love
And then this figure is all on light
What is happening?
What do i do?
Where do i run?
Nothing matters
I want to see
What happens in this world of mine
Is for me to know
Soon this figure will hurt me here
But no, not this time
This figure is an older boy
About the age of me
He looks so lonely
So out of place
what do i do to such a face?
But when he sees me
His face lights up
A smile
A tear
As he walk up to me
I know not what to do
But soon he's standing here
Right beside me
Leaning down i smell his skin
Leaning up i feel his lips
So soft but yet so sad
And so i wake at last
Hoping its done at last
The next two days i have no dream
So strange it seems to me
The second day it seemed
Somewhat out of place
The air is filled with that one smell
The smell of flowers in the night
This boy is stand out of place
On the curb of a bus stop
He sees me and smiles
and walks over toward me
And then i remember that
It was the Dream.
Form:
Now the villager’s are waking from the dreams inside their heads,
They’re locking doors and windows, and they’re hiding in their beds;
It’s a yellow rainy morning with a mist across the sun…
You can hear the hoof beats coming, terrifying everyone.
It’s a legend sprung to life, and it’s a horror story true,
You listen in the silence and you know you hear it too,
And the sound is getting closer till it’s beating in your bones,
And it’s hammering and clattering upon the cobblestones.
Yellow Rider coming
Through the early light of day,
Hear the hoof beats drumming…
Too late for you to pray.
And the Rider’s coming closer still you stay inside your room,
You’re looking at his saddle, and his giant hat and plume,
But you cannot see his face because it’s hidden by the brim,
Still you recognize his saddle so you know it must be him.
For it’s silver-mounted leather from a Gypsy caravan,
His uniform is yellow silk imported from Japan,
And his sword is Spanish-crafted, and his pistol made in France…
And there’s nobody escaping, everybody’s had his chance.
Yellow Rider coming
Like a bandit through the rain,
Hear the hoof beats drumming…
Till they echo in your brain.
Now the Rider is departing just as swiftly as he came,
He’s taking someone with him and I will not tell his name,
But it’s either you or me or maybe someone else we know…
Now the Yellow Rider’s leaving as the sun begins to show.
And the people are appearing at their windows and their doors,
The merchants all are opening their markets and their stores,
And the villages will make believe he never came at all…
But away out on the high road you can hear his mournful call…
Yellow Rider going,
And he’s taking someone new,
Someone we’re both knowing,
Is it me or you?
Is it me or you?
Take Me To A Place!
Take me to a place
where angels and fairies
fly with great might
across fields and prairies
A place filled with roses
and tulips and flowers
where fields are watered
with diamond showers
A place where horses fly
high across the rainbow
where all the magic fruits
and talking trees grow
Where animals and people
all speak the same tongue
where there's no riot or hunting
or no one with a frown
Where there's always peace
in a place filled with color
where there's a merry tune
played always and forever.
You turn me on
Only in ways I would ever imagine
You turn me on
I run fast to you for pleasure
You turn me
I breathe passion through you
You turn me
There is no one like you
You turn me on
To horizons yet imagine
You turn me on
a desire full no longer empty
You turn me on
To a place I never knew
You turn me on
to a deep yearning found in you.
...inspired in a way from a nightmare I had that was twisted with pleasure. I sang
the words over and over and it was so crazy yet so imaginaful thats not a word ...
sarah
C aution to the wind
O lder me and a younger you
U ndeniable attraction
G rasping the chance to explore
A nd never thinking about
R egrets or the age gap
E njoying all the dubious
F aces probably wondering
F or the life of them, what does he see in her?
E specially when we
C uddle and you kiss me in public
T angible expression of our love
Contest Name : Cougar Effect
Name : Wilma N. Neels
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I am
I am the mad dog your in my wicked fangs,
things are getting dark,and I'm feeling kinda strange
strange enough for me ,am I strange enough for you?
your stuck in my fangs and my fangs they are few .
I am the wickedness ,I am in full bloom.
I have started howling , but you've been barking at the moon .
Things are so freaky, I start to scare myself ,
when I look in the mirror I think I'm somthing else.
I don't know if I'm crazy or if I'm tottaly wack,
I don't know if the daylights dark or if the night is black,
So I'll just be a freakin'.untill this life is done,
I am not the chosen, I am not the one .
So when your mind gets rearranged and your feeling
kinda strange,Don't blame yourself
you can just blame me ,I am your sickness
And your destany............
James......................................