Best Fantasyprayer Poems
Turbulent impervious obsidian lifeless world clouds God's compassionate
betrothed faithful prayer family.
Moonlight joy havens awestruck love elation.
Aquamarine wave spirits hot desire
beyond passion.
Lilac crescent sky petals.
Life bliss vows hope peace freedom melody.
Azure northern light winds kiss calm stars.
poetry in Motion : Marty Owens Tag you're it! use same words. :)
Assume a world, our planet, in full destruction.......the total outcome of nuclear war. The
ultimate battle is now over and all in sight is in ashes, a gray mist in eerie silence broken by
the tired wisp of wind without a target to bend.
The questionable token of victory is a lone survivor. His face is in shadow as his identity is
meaningless, his lines a grimace known only to his soul that perhaps may rename Adam. He
stands in garb of rag, desolate and forlorn, an empty sheath, wondering of his next step, his
direction, a wander of path. A thought occurs to him. Could there be one more monster to
slay and, if so, where is his sword? He thinks, 'could he be the monster, the vestige of ill
directed humanity?' Never before, had he thought of himself that way. Now, he is not sure.
He had made a pact with Death, a prayer of sorts. He wished being on the victorious side,
not ever thinking he would be the lone survivor. Life was to be his reward, but not in demise,
a wish now hoping he had never asked.
Man is tired with anger spent, wondering why his ire was ever ablaze. Are the vanquished
the losers, he wonders. What has he won? The sound of taps is no more.... Nevermore, a
parade.
Death does not ask for more. The Last Warrior is the vanquished!
A dream of hearts now free to love
across the plane of space and time
we lift a prayer to heaven above
of countless dreams and thoughts sublime
As soul and body join in flight
with vivid colors full of fire
the mind is poured into the night
intoxicated with desire
A fantasy of sight and sound
we sail the night on lofty winds
now rushing toward us all around
until it’s time to wake again
She was asleep
but her gaze dragged above,
and a shadow was drawn with them
she let him make night
swathing her in darkness
planting nebula in sockets,
he watched galaxies grow
as a yawning black hole
revealed destiny
he made moons of breasts
the big bang started low
in on her belly,
the Louvre hung a milky way
under the pyramid of glass
she became another universe
rolled out as Tibetan prayer mat,
worshipped from the beginning
a religion of the ancients,
and demon in dark ages
comets shot to fizz
and suns burned
till Eve’s eternal blaze ended
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shimmering in black velvet
licking rice from suns,
I stoke the fires,
of the inferno
blowing the everlasting breath
smoothing meteors,
in the nuclear fusion of solar wind
but I am cold
shooting comets erupted
and dead stars were born
over and over
I craft a tide in astronomy
forever swathed in the blackness,
and around the pillars of creation,
as shadows ripple
along hem of Nyx,
my shoulders rest on hands Divine