Fantasy Poems | Examples of Fantasy Poetry

I only wish she hadn’t cried the tears meant for me while she burned under a merciless sun, hadn’t been the sheltering forest while her own bark turned to ash, hadn’t stood like an unmoving mountain to lift me on her shoulders toward the blue skies, hadn’t taken upon herself the dark clouds meant to cover me like...

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In the depths of our being, where thoughts intertwine with uncertain dreams, there lies an error born from the womb of time, like an echo of origins, the belief that we exist solely to embrace happiness as a cloak of light, but as long as we persist in this illusion that dances on the edge of the abyss, and...

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I write my illusions, not out of cowardice, but from that stubborn mercy I owe to my own spirit that withers under the weight of time, reality, with its arithmetic of pale bones, rarely adds up to salvation, it's merely a tally of sorrows, debts of silence, and interest paid in insomnia, I lie to myself, not to deceive,...

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Weeping willow, why do your catkins caress the fields of sunflowers when they themselves are hallucinogenic dreams dancing in the secret wind? Why do your cold and rigid branches yearn for warmth when a smoldering fire burns within you, between your wooden ribs, embracing you with its hidden and fiery flames? Weeping willow, why do you let your branches...

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A regal fairy queen rides by upon a puff of air, her silky garment billowing in wisps of soft blown flair. Beneath bright beams of golden sun she rides through meadows green upon a tiny unicorn, but so seldom are they seen! Her light-colored horse is elegant, a beauty such as she. Exquisite in its form and grace as all magic things should be. A lovely metamorphosis beguiles...

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I loved you from a distance, knowing that one day I would have to let you go, and now that day is near, and I sit with the weight of all these thoughts, wondering why I opened my heart, knowing you were never mine, why I let you enter my world when I always knew you'd leave, I wish...

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blessed maiden by the stream weaving raiments from the stars apple of her father's eye full of charm and grace there lived one across the bank across where the princess weaved steering oxen through the grass able, strong and brave the princess and the cowherd crossed paths by the Milky Way a glance, a nod, and a wink love then swept their feet lost within each other's...

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No Love “No love, no love…,” said Satan. No. Love doesn’t exist. All false. “Could you accept my recommendation?” Where? And what? I don’t see any change. “You are a pessimistic man. Dark mentality.” “You are a dark brain. No chance, no change…” No change, no chance. This is the reality. “I don’t think so, my student. There are ways.” Ways, ways, ways. Walk,...

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I tend to get lost back at the beginning, such a beautiful end. I don't need to be in love I can just pretend. I walk open handed on endless beaches leavening shallow footprints for someone to find. My imagination runs wild on the winds of maybe. I get lost in forever skies, leading me away. never wanting to find the...

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Your lack of self-control is what makes you manageable. Some words if left unscathed will manage to cut to the bone You tried to mold me in ways that would turn me to stone. A solid with no emotion. that way I'm all ways alone. Another hopeless possibility A so called thawing of bones. A slit wrist who's blood pools into this riddle of...

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In the silence of the evening, when shadows dance on the walls of my soul like spirits of a lost dream, I let myself be carried by a river of thoughts, searching for your hidden smile, a diamond in the moonlight, Not the one you wear as a mask for the world, but that fleeting one that...

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In the silence of the evening, when thoughts intertwine like smoke rising to the starry sky, I wonder if I ever truly understood how love works, I've always been concerned with the things close to you, those little universes that make you happy, The things that matter to you, like constellations in the uncharted map of your soul. But...

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Sometimes, the longing for her overwhelms me, and no one else knows this silent pain, Most people think my pain is just poetry, just words, images from my wandering mind, They don't see the battles I fight deep within my soul, where shadows dance on the edge of memories, Maybe sometimes I lie in poetry because the truth...

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There is someone, somewhere, Who finishes my verses as if my thoughts were hers, Before I ever dared to think them, Someone who meets my metaphors halfway, Who understands my silence better than I do myself. There is someone, somewhere, Who searches for me in every quiet moment... in the silence before dawn, In the pause between heartbeats, She scrolls through playlists hoping...

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She steps, and each movement is a dance of stars across the universe, A constellation in motion, carrying light into every corner of shadow, On paths of tranquility, guided by a kindness that untangles the knots of time, Her smile soothes unseen wounds, transforming suffering into sculptures of happiness. With a radiance that seems borrowed from the eternal fire...

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