Short Fantasy Poems
Short Fantasy Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Fantasy by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Fantasy by length and keyword.
Wonder
By Nathan Hannen
The stars they shine, They twinkle, They align
The season's give, They leave, They forgive
Form:
if you can sing
its a gods thing
if you can dance
mane in demand
its the lords plan
he you gifts of love
GIFTS FROM ABOVE
my or wide
sound goes side by side
can listen and ride
they also sign guilds
have a great great tone
my
HEAD PHONES
don't sit
do this
move around
town to town
see whats going down
see the difference taste
go to many places
MEET NEW FACES
you or a gas
our love will last
it won't be like the pass
its a gods deal
this is real
am happy not blue
GLAD TO HAVE YOU
am in the street
and i walk the beat
and eat and sleep
as they do
i tell you
i will reload
am just
PLAYING A ROLE
this is not a book
am hook
look
the words cooke
it about you and eye
and thats why
you should know too
this
POEMS FOR YOU
UNDECIDED HAIKU
Yesterday I know
but I don't yet tomorrow
I am in between.
© ron wilson aka veeb dosa the doylestown poet
as the story goes
you got my noses
like noone els
i couldn't help but wept
loving you too
i
COULDN'T HELP
MY SELF
get some air
ride in a pair
make a start
at big city park
also after dark
its way to get marrage
in a
HORSE AND CARRAIGE
its the sound
that's now around
hip hop
onetime it was bebop
dj. play
the music has a lot to say
its the
MUSIC OF TODAY
we was put together
to me the world better
it was god choice
to have a sprit voice
so other would be free
YOU AND ME
Floating in the sea
a genie needs to be free
Three rubs and I'm fine
69 is a poem
Off my mind
I look at you
With love
Will you do
All in my
Fantasy
Or just
Look at me
Trying to see
Imagination
Allow Possibilities.
In touch with your soul.
Relaxing Meditation.
Your fantastic beast can soar
things you say and do
theyer so funny
your bunny
make me laugh
til i runout out of gas
and fall down
YOUR MY CLOWN
no more splitting hares
white rabbit's clock is ticking ...
stop passing the buck
03/03/20
ghosts
s c a r e
people
exorcists
i n t i m i d a t e
spirits
written 28th October for Joseph's brevette contest
A head emerges from the loch,
the creature nears the shore,
he hopes to take a photograph -
alas, he's seen no more...
Fractal patterns
fascinate her young world
changing each time the wheel is spun~
if only such magic
would let her in.
THIS IS NOT A GAME
you am not ashame
your what love bring
your my everything
no matter how bad in seem
YOUR MY QUEEN
after the ball fall
everyone rome
trying to get home
i walked alone
almost got smash
at the
CITY TRAIN STATION BASH
Neighbor strolls shirtless
Confining my true delight
Our eyes meet briefly
Feverishly I suppress
Wishing I was a mower
Dracula -
A freaky friend of mine -
lived in a castle
next to my childhood town.
for John Heck's Contest: Clerihew
Where birds of blue sweetly glide
Above the crescent moon,
Shooting stars collide,
And wishes crash into an ocean dune.