Fables Poems - Poems about Fables

(Inspired by ‘paranoir’ by Riz Mack) Reckless Jack and fair Jill, youthful hearts aroused, did scale that hill, less for water, than illicit thrills. Atop that perilous height, they began a lover’s fight. Stolen moments, once sweetly solaced, can prove brief. Alas, the twisted tryst, turned awkward tumble swift, with clothes askew and most immodest bruises blue. Honest folk, share this lesson...

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Knighthood tale While we look back at the past Great memories keep rushing back As today is the joy of many tomorrow Many yesterdays have no hiding places Though i live to love you forever Love walks away from the reminiscence As a good name is coated in gold Streams of joy and happiness We are going...

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I Midas King Midas' greed for riches was such That everything turned to gold in his clutch, As did his daughter one day When she got in the way. Much better for her had they not kept in touch. II Arthur The Camelot tale is a wonderful fable, And King Arthur and knights were all equally able, But had trouble deciding Just who was presiding When...

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“You can have any wish,” the genie said. “Any ONE wish?” the girl asked, a little disappointedly. “One wish,” the genie answered, shrugging. “Oh.. then” she said, thinking it over. “I wish for.. a banana,” she said whimsically. “A banana?” The genie asked, hesitantly. “Yes, the girl said, nodding her head. A banana appeared on the table. “As a banana pudding, please...

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On a cool spring morning, by a clear mountain stream, an enchantress sat skywriting. Her arms danced at awkward, inhuman angles and as they did, her bracelets jangled a melody which the birds took up in chorus. The soundtrack was magic. Insects buzzed in beat, animals froze mid-forage, and the wind died, lest moving clouds corrupt her...

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It’s harder to bleed when blood is gone What’s greed with the line money’s on/ Will it run up on someone’s lawn/ Or try and take from your spawn/ Then act like nothing was wrong/ The track they’re taking is long/ When that feeling is an old song/ As you’re turning the tables around/ Just gas and keep burning fables down/ Outlast and be...

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Once we were lovers, now separate tables. Once we were reality, now we are fables. (January 05, 2022)...

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I own a rooster live on a farm the animals vote I am simply caretaker Under my farm there is a huge bunker a thousand men in uniform systems, equipment and missiles I am simply caretaker...

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I was relaxing in my sunroom, one very peaceful afternoon, Enjoying the fables of Aesop, and all the flowers abloom. The view from the many windows, was gold sunshiny delight, With blossoms and rich greenery, and many birds in flight. Every now and then I chuckled, at comical characters I met, And the morals that they learned, and would not...

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pouring rooibos tea for no one but me. the high whistle would not be a sound if it was all alone. still, i set out three florid cups — to gratify Lily-Bell and Thistledown.* the fairies love the...

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Grateful for the old one’s tales, Admiration and love in their lore. Gleaned delicately in orange glow. Natural extension of campfire magic. Love crackling through hot popping embers....

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Degenerates & subjugates Nothing really deteriorates Living life in magenta & chartreuse Trying to cover over the bruises Inflicted by white lies Negating the ending For the sake of feeding The all encompassing Heartfelt alibis Recounting storybook fables Resounding through the Taj Mahal Told underneath the kitchen table Heard through the majestic macaw Throwing stones at the glass ceiling We call self help, we call healing Writing secrets in the...

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for now please imagine generic fairy tale characters analogous if you will to possessing physical, livingsocial, and three dimensional corporeal form (at least until the end of this poem), and compared to computer generated imagery ...

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The elders gather the children together in a tent, to pass down the teachings of the Ojibwe culture; through fables, legends, myths, songs and dance, to the sound of a beating drum we listen. Of moral stepping...

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What are our millennium fables? Women keep giving each other labels, No harmony for our ecology, An alliance should be our synergy, No accountability for the economy, No wise leaders to steer us to unity, Century's getting older, folks! Any teamwork to cast off these yokes? Symbiosis should aim at harmony, Let's pray for millennium synergy!...

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