Long Fairytale Poems

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Premium Member Lost Love

Come all you 
knights and maidens 
a gathering for you 
in the jungles of life 
Traveling to the center
of our world 
To you all I hail 

take me to this other land 
Showing me magic spells 
Like the warlock of old 
You give me 
portions of love 
in the land 
of milk and honey 

Dreams become reality 
With all the emotions 
A man or a woman possess 
Vanishing in 
the Bermuda triangle 
The triangle 
of emotions 

Like moses 
the sea parts 
Paradise lost 
hidden in the storm 
Tossing me 
every which way 
Spiraling around 
in circles 
In whirlpool 
of air 
my breath labored 

Crushing like 
the great boa 
To breathe no more 
Pain and suffering 
pass us by 
All of a sudden 
I am there 

A mystical land 
beautiful flowers everywhere 
Smells of paradise 
Flowers of many colors 
a wonder 
to the beholder 
Beauty as far 
as the eyes can see 

Bards with magical words 
Turns a desert 
to paradise 
The land of giants 
Among'st giants 
who raise me up 
With magic words 
you walk on water 

Waterfalls fountains 
of forever young 
The departed never age 
Youth forever love 
Standing tall 
I am in paradise 
In my hand a quill 

We stand giants 
blown away each breath 
We speak 
of dreams of love 
Happiness in a fairytale ending 
Stories of pain 
with that of suffering 
Of good 
fortune and woe 

Dreamers 
a circle of poets 
With a pen 
they take you 
to the door 
Come dine with me 
at this table 
We are knights and maidens 
Lost in this magical realm 

Created from love 
Emotions 
from our hearts 
Hate the burning 
emotion of love 
In the sunset 
of our mind paradise


Zombies

Opulent garments on them well arrayed
Consciences, they have betrayed
And staggering precariously on wobbling feet,
Drunk bodies sat on many a seat
 
Grey monstrous looking vultures
Assembled to decide on their flesh eating ventures.
‘National dialogue’ they say
A fairytale till this very day
 
Many a sermon these sons of Lucifer have been bathed
But home, they went unscathed
Apathetic, as my kin in bushes feed the fleas
Unblinking, as the maggots on the carcasses did increase
 
In Lucifer’s gathering, such they shield
As more orphans lined the field
And more men, whose knell didn’t toll
To pay homage to their fall
 
These and more, the zombies never said
As more blood was drunk, then shared.
‘National dialogue’ they say.
A fairytale, my live I would gladly lay;
Form: Narrative

She Just Wants Your Company

She Just Wants Your Company


You don't have to say a word, she doesn't really care
She just needs your time to share
                               or
She just wants you to hold her to watch a show 
Means more to her than you will ever know
                               or
She just wants to pretend to have a picnic
While eating she will even share her chapstic
                               or
She just wants you tell her a magical story or fairytale
She really loves the one about the big funny whale 

Anything will do, she just doesn't want to be alone
Spend time with her, especially if at home

Before you know it, she will be grown and can't turn the time back
She just wants your company now, later depends on you
                        and thats a fact

In Another World

In dreams where skies are painted bright,  
I find myself in realms of light.  
A whispered call, a fateful chance,  
To leave behind my life’s dull dance.  

With swords and spells, I take my stand,  
In lands where magic sweeps the sand.  
The sunlit fields and mountains tall,  
I answer destiny's sweet call.  

Companions gather, hearts entwined,  
Each with a story redefined.  
A rogue with charm and steely gaze,  
A healer’s touch that sets ablaze.  

Together we face trials fierce,  
Through shadows deep our spirits pierce.  
With every battle fought anew,  
We carve a path that feels so true.  

Yet whispers of my past still cling,  
Like shadows cast by winter's wing.  
For though this world is grand and wide,   
My heart still longs for home inside.  

But here in worlds where wonders gleam,    
I chase the threads of fate's wild dream.    
Each moment lived beneath the stars—   
An echo of who we truly are.    

So let me wander far and free,    
In isekai’s vast tapestry—    
Where courage blooms and friendships grow;    
In every heartache lies the glow.
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Flavors

My favorite painting-a special theme
A small bright colored truck that sells ice cream
How flavorless and pale its nature now seems
Its palette has faded for many a year
It speaks fatigued like an old man’s dream
Its vision has little euphony, no pleasure I fear

My fairytale is no longer eagerly read
The storyline seems all too common
The characters are bland and dead
The parable within is long forgotten
Much to do about nothing I can recall
Like an empty portrait on a blank white wall

Where is the zest-filled life that I once felt and saw?
It disappeared without my knowing at all
And now it’s fading each day more and more 
Where is that scrumptious ice cream truck that visited my door?


January 17, 2021
Rewrite January 18, 2021

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Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Sky of Fireflies

I stared enrapt and enamored as twilight took hold,
mesmerized as the meadow shimmered in gold.
Dusk dimmed and gave way to the moon,
as she took her throne on this ebon night.
I was enchanted by movements that caught my eye. 
  Gilded lights that glimmered and glowed,
      hovering to and fro over the glade.

They seemed to come alive once twilight faded,
mysteriously moving as if wee faeries 
were parading all about.
An army of diminutive dancers,
they seemed to me to be,
waltzing beneath a pallid moon
   to a sweet song from nightingales 
      trilling a torchlight tune.

It was a summertime symphony, 
a serenade in an open-air glen
illuminated by fireflies 
flickering their way to the fen.
Merrily, they fluttered 
in flight on tiny will-O'-the wisp wings
   Little lanterns in the night sky, 
      luminous kites untethered by strings.

O' how I yearned to walk among them 
in hopes they would alight on me.
What a delightful experience 
that would have proven to be.
But I dare not move an inch 
for fear I'd cause a colossal tragedy.
Not one fragile lightning sprite 
   did I want to frighten
      with alarm nor risk the size of me 
         would bring even one of them harm.

Too soon, to my chagrin,
I was all alone in the meadow.
A sudden cloud burst, and rain began to pour.
I found myself wishing the firefly fairytale 
would've lasted a few minutes more.
Gone, the swarm of twinkling amber lights. 
They'd disappeared in the blink of my eyes.
"Fly, little fireflies. Off into the sky."
       I sighed and with whispered breath I said,
          "Perhaps we'll soon meet again 
               when you dance beneath a pallid moon."
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Narrative

The Shot of the Day

Look at the picture in the frame I am holding
I have caught a memory,  and it is now unfolding
Walking through the wood my camera in my hand
I look around this very green and pleasant land.

A camera over my shoulder, a flask with something hot
I have them the wrong way round I nearly miss my shot.
In the distance a baby deer is hiding behind a fallen log
I am on my guard I dare not move, but I really want to jog

The mist rolls by, I see his ears they move barely a whisper
I crouch down low camera to eye, a cloth to wipe the mist off
A red toadstool is by the log I cannot believe my luck
It’s like a fairytale picture that you could see in a story book
I focus very cautiously and zoom in on my prey
The mist clears the deer’s head pops up and I have the picture of the day.

Premium Member Forgiveness Feels Like a Rotted Grave

Our love was like a fairytale dream,
the kind you read about in a romance novel;
we had it all, our future was bright;
who could ask for anything more.

And still you chose to have your tryst,
and toss our love to the wayward wind.

It was you who decided to walk out the door,
to cast the death knell on our love;
you turned your back on our storybook marriage, 
and chose to bury it in the ground.

While you were out there having your fun,
I was left to pick up the pieces of my heart.

I was so naïve, I never saw it coming;
I thought our love would last forever,
but you tossed me away like yesterday’s fashions,
like you would old clothes out of season.

And now you show up at my door,
and ask me to forgive your indiscretions;

but forgiveness feels like a rotted grave,
and to exhume our love would surely reek.



June 2, 2018

I Don'T Believe In Fairytales

 Like an evening sun
I settle by the lake
Wearing nothing but my thought
as I recall your name.

I recall last moments
Green shades where we have been
Your voice,a wailing flute
playing in the wind.

The sight of you- a mountain
The scent of you -fresh rain
The warmth of you- a bird nest
Your eyes- Wishing sky-lanterns
...drifting far away.

In this darkest hour,like a marionette
I waltz without your whisper
as white swans pirouette.

The sound of rushing water 
 still cascades  by  our cave
 Shards'glow from a bonfire
once flickered on your face.

The  smile, the echoing laughter
The raft,the night and day
Concern,longing and loss
Regrets and one more game.

In silence,the shape of absence
One bottle of champagne
A  toast  to empty glasses
Another fairytale.

Reminiscing fond memories
Indulging in the past
Unsaid are all the answers
to questions never asked.


Just a  poem.
age

Premium Member An Unwritten Fairytale

Inside an inkwell, lives a fairy tale
A classic, filled with love and misery
Where," Once upon a time" has long set sail
And "happy ever after's" yet to be

It's plot, a knight, once schooled in chivalry
His quest for love, the dragons he has slain
From Crusades 'round the world to frippery
The jousts with Father Time who drew disdain

Yet deep inside is where brave knight remains
A lifetime of adventures, good and bad
The love he searches for, still unobtained
Still finding peace, his "grail" this Gallahad

Perhaps, I'll buy a quill one of these days
Release Sir Knight and legends of his ways


     by Daniel Turner
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Form: Sonnet

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