Once Upon A Time Poems - Poems about Once Upon A Time

(A Prophecy of Collapse) Once upon a time, beneath stars and stripes, Stood a colossus—loud, armed, and blind to its blight. It roared not with wisdom but with greed and might, Casting shadows across oceans, in day and night. Its streets were paved with silence, not gold, Citizens numbed, liberty bought and sold. The media fed illusions, thick and sweet, While justice begged...

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Len’s Story Once upon a time I said we should wed Your pretty face blushed as you whispered “yes” Love for eternity, I promised this For fifty years we shared married life bliss. Ours was a perfect match, made in heaven Gift wrapped in love of the purest essence Every moment, minute and every hour Magnificent as a bloom in flower. It’s lonely...

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Still a child at heart tho' older are some other parts and only for a lark back to my childhood here I hark I remember a rhyme in the far reaches of my mind hickory dickory dock the mice ran up the clock the clock struck one the mouse fell down luckily the plucky other ducked shucked and jived escaped survived got out alive and ran away to live another...

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Aurora wakes at 6:30 a.m.— not to birdsong, but to the wail of toddlers and the ache in her knees from sleeping on the side that keeps her back from seizing. Belle flips waffles in a castle-shaped toaster bought on clearance, while her Prince snores— still between jobs, still “figuring it out,” still dreaming he’s the Beast she could learn to love again. Cinderella works in HR now. She...

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From the start, you have made assumptions. I had something or I was someone. It was all in your wild imaginations, I did not plan it to happen. I meant no harm, was really innocent. I did not lie, pretend or act, To deceive, hurt or harm you deliberately. Just that I did not know you, Not well at all to correct you, To...

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I used to look to the sky, I used to play with the clouds, I used to talk to the moon, I used to love butterflies and rainbows too. I used to run free I used to love absolutely Everything I used to believe Friends are Forever I used to believe The words I would hear Now I trust nothing and No One I now see clear I've been...

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The depth of our love is immeasurable when hearts are bequeathed passion divine and luminous lucid unforgettable dreamscapes are entwined from heartbeat to heartbeat symbolizing a glorious connection of love completely luxurious and refined so lustrous with an ardor of seductive majesty that pulsates from tender tendrils of our soul How did this world, this love, fade away? ...

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Once upon a time, in a world spun of gold, Where mountains were diamonds and oceans, untold, A love like no other was born in the air, Between a king and a queen—no love could compare. The king saw the queen from a tower of light, Her beauty, it shattered the stars of the night. With every glance, the planets stood...

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once upon a time in the fifties and sixties school playgrounds had small merry-go-rounds and teeter totters aka seesaws our slides were as tall as our nine story school house safety was not a big deal no one wore helmets or kneepads our job was to play have adventures and love our life I miss those playgrounds...

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Once upon a time A woman began to rhyme And found it was fun!...

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"Once Upon a Time" “Once upon a time” we lived in silence. No one cared to listen, anyhow. The quiet overwhelming was a stillness, imprisonment imposed upon "slave style." “Once upon a time” was not forever. The voices persevered above the din. With vibrato they demanded human freedom. Despite a sanctioned silence, they got in. “Once upon a time” for now is never, cessation of...

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Once upon a time in Nigeria Lived a storyteller with a voice like the wind His parables, like whispers, traveled far and wide Touching every corner, stirring every mind. He wrote of a land where the yam was king Where the ancestors’ drums forever sing. He told of Okonkwo, fierce and proud In a village where...

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"N/A in Open Poetry 8" “Nothing gold can stay” Title of short poem by Robert Frost Once upon a time I was a stream that trickled along carefree, knowing nothing of the mighty river ...

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It was still quite dark in Milton Creek, and it had just gone four When Tom arrived at the sheriff's office, and knocked on his door The Sheriff quickly opened up and beckoned Tom, to come inside They picked up three Winchesters and ammo and got ready to ride. Deputy Terry was waiting patiently at the livery stable door Seems...

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Once upon a time, we know, Is how most stories start, But from that moment, lives diverge To endings far apart. For circumstances change the course Of how one might get raised, Including whether actions May be criticized or praised. And whether one’s existence Has more sorrow or more laughter May determine if the outcome Will be happy ever after. ...

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