Fantasy... Poems - Poems about Fantasy...

Politicians are mostly just an exaggerated version of sellers and advertisers of lies, dubious, Their words are like glittering globes, enticing but empty, Promising dreams wrapped in gilded lies, Their smiles are like masks painted with false sincerity, Selling illusions...Read the rest...

Women are our greater cats, Slipping through shadows of old memories, With silken steps, wrapped in secrets, Gazing through the windows of our souls, With emerald eyes and hidden mysteries. You feel their presence in the quiet of the night, When...Read the rest...

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Magic Meadow – 7-26-24 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Magic Meadow Fantasy’s alchemy rises In words Like black velvet from loam rich earth A bouquet - Birthed In ballads and barcarolles – Grows From stolen spells and visions The Snowthorn ...Read the rest...

Elsie Marley was a playful, middle child, with five sparkling siblings, Living on emerald, Willow Brook Farm, underneath skies very citron. Everyone in the family lent a hand, at skillfully managing their farm. At twelve years old, Elsie...Read the rest...

Bird with feathers of fire, phoenix metronome, bursts on the edges of the atmosphere. Crumbling to dust, ash and powdery bones, fore a chance never truly appears. A velleity is made at her shooting tomb, deities will not honor this...Read the rest...

In Search of Lost Meaning In the twilight of my thoughts, where shadows weave their silent dance, I drift through the labyrinth of existence, a whisper in the void, A fleeting echo in the vast tapestry of time,...Read the rest...

In the quiet twilight of my mind, where shadows dance with whispers, I am but a river, flowing through the landscapes of existence, Touching the edges of dreams and the core of forgotten memories, Moving gently, like a...Read the rest...

In the labyrinth of thoughts where shadows dance with echoes of forgotten liberties, Where the moon casts its silver veil upon the silent watchers of the night, He wanders, a soul lost in the sea of melancholy,...Read the rest...

In the mystical realms where shadows waltz with whispers of yesteryear, Where the moon's silver tendrils weave through the fabric of the night, The man, the mad ape, traverses, a spectral echo of humanity lost, Chasing the phantoms...Read the rest...

In the cartographies merger with the soul, where topographies bring thought converge, a hidden rose blooms, its petals unfolding, like a cipher's dark emerge, thorns burst contradiction piercing the hymen with certitude, as the benthic depths, a chthonic whisper, exhale the secrets unsaid...Read the rest...

Women look at us with unsettling eyes, undulating like the sea in a summer storm, Hiding within their depths a universe of dreams, entwined with longing and starry glimmers, We wonder, what do we desire, to be...Read the rest...

In the twilight of thought, where shadows whisper tales to the wandering mind, Without poets, without artists, the world would dissolve into chaos, A universe stripped of its seasons, its civilizations, its very heartbeat, No more thought, no...Read the rest...

Queen bee had twin girls, one and two. Who would succeed her? Who would do? Other bees made suggestions, but they were silly. Don’t be ignorant queenie said. Her name was Milly. Maybe one could join another hive, one...Read the rest...

In the twilight of existence, where shadows whisper secrets to the restless soul, Man seeks to escape himself in myth, weaving tales to hide his truth, By any means at his disposal, he dances on the edge...Read the rest...