Fantasy Poems | Examples of Fantasy Poetry

Janice Avery loved deep green nature; like cherry sunset owls, gawping. She dwelt with her parents and Sissy, when old, golden days were walking. They lived out in the hilly country, where orangeish stars could be seen; And summer seemed to last forever, for days held a predominate sheen. Noons were filled with happiness laughter, that foreshadowed pink moon. Life...

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Breath Nuance Light Dark Dappled sunlight casting shadows I see you before me Riding bareback An elegant mare Swishing her tail through tall dry grasses Chocolate fur Gliding us to new beginnings A subtle breeze almost imperceptible Your hair blowing gently Haloed by glittering light, pollen and promises The savanna an alive carpet You turn to eye me A knowing glance A beckoning A calling A soundless kiss finds me My...

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In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects, Like a river of shadows rising from stellar depths, Questioning eternity about the meaning fractured in chaos, When the moon drips its silver on the night’s brow, like a call. Under the celestial vault, in the ancient dance of dreaming constellations, A thread of cosmic dust binds our...

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In the abyss of silence, the echo of an ancient dream reflects, Like a river of shadows rising from stellar depths, Questioning eternity about the meaning fractured in chaos, When the moon drips its silver on the night’s brow, like a call. Under the celestial vault, in the ancient dance of dreaming constellations, A thread of cosmic dust binds our...

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In the mystery of night, with stars flowing through the veins of the silent cosmos, My thoughts dance in whispers on the edge of the abyss, Like an incantation born from the ashes of forgotten time, In the depths where dream and reality intertwine their essences. Seeking in solitude a meaning that pulses in the evening’s shadows, I find myself...

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In my father's garment, I wear nobility, I wear a wound of light, When dusk descends, reflection opens its secret gates, In the boxes of parallel illusions, the shadows of destiny are drawn, I detach a little from oblivion, following the warmth that keeps my steps alive. Countless springs weave their essence in battles of vitality, From his honesty, I...

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Under the moonlight, when shadows whisper the secrets of ancient spirits, A thread of light dances in the darkness, guiding lost steps, In the depths of silence, where dreams merge with memories, A river of thoughts flows, carrying echoes of time and desires. A solitary traveler through the vast cosmos, lost in the sea of stars, I seek a hidden...

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Beneath the cloak of night, where stars waltz in eternal dances, A sweet obsession is born, like a flame that knows no end, In a golden cage, where desires are ensnared in webs of mystery, Without the key of enchantment, they remain captive in the labyrinth of oblivion. The earthly roots of longing pull me into the depths, Where ghosts...

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Waist not an outfit, Barbie with her slip-on shoes, fairy-belts; plush hair, sometimes in ponytails. Forget-me-not her impossible figure. Why do some suppose that Barbie should be fat or ostracised? So what we dream in fairytales! So what, feminity is only skin deep and doesn’t include secret places. Us girls always knew what was there. It’s all pretend. We live in a...

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Deceit's bitter taste lingers like burial rice cooked in familiar space The sharp edge of betrayal cuts deep from within, a wound that never heals Innocence fades like pencil marks erased as life's indelible script unfolds The ground beneath our feet will be our roof a somber truth we cannot escape Loyalty's test lies in water's gentle flow yet...

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In the depths of silence, when the soul transforms into an echo of dreams, An ancient song is born, a tremor of divine creation, Where duality weaves into spirals of light and shadow, And the artist becomes the gateway through which archetypes take form. Like a magician evoking the secrets of the unseen universe, He molds images from the clay...

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In the depths of a silent abyss, where echoes lose their voice, An old song is heard, a muffled murmur, a sigh of longing, A tremor that shakes the sanctity of love and dispels dreaming In a universe of cold shadows, where the light slowly fades. Here, hearts lose their rhythm, hidden under the veil of silence, And souls dance...

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In the shadow of silence, when the soul sings of unknown longings, An ancient song rises within me, like an incantation, In which lines of stars float, caught in the threads of the night, And the dream envelops me like a wave of infinite, ungraspable. In the blue of this universe, where time flows slowly, Whispers of wind and drifting...

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In the abyss of silence, where thoughts are born like falling stars, We let ourselves be carried by the invisible currents of unspoken dreams, Searching among the shadows of time for a meaning that never arrives, On untrodden paths where eternity weaves its webs. In the cosmic dance of light and darkness, we find ourselves lost, Each step is a...

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In the silence between the stars, when the universe whispers forgotten secrets, I would write words of fire, like an incantation from ancient times, Words that dance in spirals of light and darkness, Metaphors that embrace mystery and awaken the sleeping soul. But in my cosmic solitude, I am just a seeker, A soul wandering through constellations of silent thoughts...

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