Short Dark Fantasy Poems
Short Dark Fantasy Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dark Fantasy by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dark Fantasy by length and keyword.
a Senryu poem
Oh, that my love were
contagious - you’d catch it and love
me, as I do you.
Ahh-choo!
Yonder,
How true so it sounded, behold,
Beyond imagination, beyond truth,
As far as horizons eternally go,
I know you are there, yonder.
Will a Snow Yeti,
eat many Good and Plenty.
While sneaking up on You.
Well, that may be true.
But you'll hear them coming.
They play the Didgeridoo.
Frolicking in the Dark
witches on wild brooms,
black cats with red, hungry eyes -
daylight on the way
When she was twelve,
she discovered a spell
to keep her christian mother
from walking in her room,
catching her reciting a spell,
and beating the crap out of her.
Little steps towards solitude
Inner eye feasts on control
When small belief is penitent, impetuous
Growing doubt buried
Rise from the shackles of fury
Reclaim the lost goal
Tír na nÓg - A Tragic Epic Saga
ye hear, of a leprechaun and a unicorn who met in a field’s corner
a he and she, she killed by a tree, when it fell he couldn’t warn her
When people retreat
Wind will then fill the moonlight into the street
The sound of the crickets heard like flowing water
In this dim night, no one wonders it's in the Swan Lake
Listen to poem:
over and over again
in my mind
i try to imagine our reunion
but each time
my heart
blows a fuse
and i'm left all alone
with my empty arms
in the dark
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
The midnight masquerade ball.
Seemingly slight brocade shawl.
Beseechingly glance, decayed hall.
Haunted trance, unafraid fall.
Vaunted skies evade all.
She tries dissuade call.
Decree daylight, unmade, befall.
Flame throwing flower held by a scream,
Maniacal laughter, dark fantasy;
Blood on the face of a clown
fresh smile an imprint of a frown;
Nothing is at all what it seems;
Trick me, treat me
by all means, creep me;
Blessed Be, Blessed Samhain.
As I look up at the sky I see the moon is high
I feel the wolf deep inside he is trying to come alive
As the pain begins to start It feels as through I am being ripped apart
My joints start to bend and break
Soon the wolf will be fully awake.....
Find, find
The lucky eternity pot in life
There's one in every house
Look in the shadows
That burns without a fire
Where all dreams come true
You will never want for anything again
If you find It
Look for your dreams
But don't drown in all its wealth
'Tis the season of the spooks!
Don't look into dark corners or nooks.
Laughing pumpkins and witchy hats,
Dancing brooms and flying bats.
Evening teas with Casper and Frankenstein,
Don't look under the bed once the clock strikes nine!
She
Craved
For the beast.
Amidst his lair
In candle surround,
Ripped white linen clings
As their sweated bodies writhe.
In unification, his seed
Shall spawn the beginning of the dark.
Whilst his translucent shadows walk earths light.
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It’s a tunnel of blindness..
A path to eternal oblivion,
In a world mislead by demons
Yet the angels remain
Guide us to new beginnings
Illuminate our souls
show us the path
Dig through the stones
But yet again we still ponder
Saints or Sinners?
On a night so
calm but shadowed,
as the calm begins
the storm,
there’s a hast
of almost glowing,
and a dark
begins to form,
quiet sense appears
to beacon,
as the unsecure
is born,
feel the breeze
of melting silence,
feel the rage until
the dawn.
Red rosy lips, soft in twilight gleams,
allusions of unrequited desire.
Cobalt eyes like longing sapphire dreams
have set my lost, lonely heart afire,
Evening thoughts of you haunt me,
leaving only a deluded dark fantasy.
07/19/2017
King kong clan
Representative of the ape clan
King kong my name is world’s plan
My fellow beings to support but aghast
Historic ,extinct we are at last
By man’s venomous red blazing tan
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11/2/15
Rizwana Bhurani
Two carbon entities
exhale green miasmas
and throttle white throats
in a noose of iron.
The cored captives
diaphanous and rasping
plummet to frightful circles
where sardonic wraiths
gnarl wingèd flesh
in screeching packs
as time loops reverberate
manic and mindless.
Platform 666 Exit from Hell
I’m leaving hell today,
waiting for my train.
Suitcase in hand
but have I forgotten something?
My favourite brush is left behind.
Do I run back?
Is there still time
to reclaim what I lost?
The tracks are humming;
the train is on its way.
It's never too soon take ye heed and prepare for the night of All Hallows Eve cleansing your hearts of all malice and greed that ye may be judged worthy and noble of deed...
These words are a warning for he has been summoned and with a swiftness of wrath The Great Pumpkin Is coming!!!!
Siege of the Golden Door
I heard their shouting as I slept,
The evil dead, straining at the gates of Hell.
With the spirits’ seven pens of light,
They maraud all from behind the golden door.
A warning: I must arm myself with lore,
To learn the way to shut that door
Before they come.
marred this mead of honeyed brew
yet flaxen still thy rotten spike
and spoil it so inedible
but haste unto her charge, she will
and grail be this austere cup
to carry off ignobleness
and watch it drain through gullet of
a wrongsome hound, the cad, it must
and mete thy charm, ye witches grail
where no light penetrates
the musty chamber of an existence
gazing, otiose, in contemplation
of erogenous zones
of paralysis and moans
of the evaporation of bones…
the spider and its cobwebs beckon
dust stirring like breath
tick-tock of tears