Short Fantasy World Poems
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then i set out to escape
i retreat to my fantasy world
i hover over a sea of waterlilies
dreamy magical and surreal
AP: 2nd place 2023
I lived in a fantasy world
with dreams of real love or a fake one
however, in my real world
neither of them ever went on a tangent
to my heart
She gets in the zone.
Brushes in hand she becomes a magician.
Conjuring her own fantasy world.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
They try tol ive in a fantasy world
with dreams of real love or a fake one,
however, in their real worlds,
neither of them ever go on a tangent
to their hearts
Once there was a fairy by name Linda “fondly Alice”
Falls down a rabbit hole into a fantasy world pretty nice!
Literary nonsense genre
Influential fantasy genre
Bloody the fairy of my fantasy world “Alice”?
Today I was reading one of the best books,
And was deep in the fantasy world until shook.
Then I glanced at the time,
Surprised to see it was already nine.
I can definitely say I am addicted to reading a book.
When night falls:
close your eyes and
relax.
Drift off to sleep,
and weave memories
into dreams.
Allow
your wants and
wishes
to transport
you into
a fantasy world:
uniquely defined by
your
imagination.
In my fantasy world
Up on a hill was house
Rubbing palms due to cold
Imagining having a spouse.
Unlike other places
There was no snow
Not even minute traces
Little did you know
But was fantasy small
Thinking of my snow fall.
I am a tiny fairy,
with a chatty friend dragonfly;
our garden is lovely and airy,
my wings are broken, I sigh.
Dragon says that I am pretty,
he hums when my world is scary;
we are happy though itty-bitty,
in flower sanctuary.
YOU LIVE IN A FANTASY WORLD
You say that the sky is red
And see yourself as a fairy
Perhaps your mind is easily led
This abstract art is scary
You live in a fantasy world
The hovering dragonfly said
As reality becomes unfurled
Perhaps it is time for bed
I’m a tiny winged fairy.
Enjoy supping from each flower.
Look at the dragonfly so merry!
Sunflower is our bower.
He is my dear companion, cute.
His wings are so light and airy.
Sometimes up into the sky, we shoot.
Our feats will make you cheery.
Outside the world of the awake,
a surrealistic journey they take.
Moving only a short distance,
they undergo an unconscious experience.
Without regard for their fears,
a trek can cover an area of light years.
They will open their eyes and see
the stark world of reality.
wandering in this forest, not knowing where to go
seeking a path, the path you should follow
creatures follow, serve, and protect
for you are a fantasy, a fantasy not of a threat
unicorns, ogres, and faeries united they are all caring
this is your new home, so now take the lead to this fantasy world
envision a world
of fascination, scent swirled
around me, a sunflower
giant petals gleam
in luscious dream,
Dragonflies, bees frolic in bower!
spread my magic wings,
imagine on a swing
croon songs of angelic love,
heart flutter, flicker,
glimmer, glitter,
am I a fairy soft like a dove!
No I don't need your words
I don't want you're silly beauty
Just want you to stand in front of me
Hug you and feel your hear beat
And we will fly to our dream world
A world we created
Where people's cynical mind
Can never touch our being
In my deep, sweet dream
A world of pure intimacy,
Happiness between us
You wake me up
projection upon
another all of ones
faults that the mind
can't seem to rap it's
head around
instead create an internal
fantasy world in which
the other is to blame
were the other is at fault
were the other is the root
of the problem
garbling up realities picture
upon the internal screen of the mind's eye
what ever is going on
in that joyful
little brain of yours
only six years old
and you’re brimming
with imagination
a vivacious fantasy world
in those big bright eyes
and words spewing out
like an overzealous fountain
a bottomless sense
of giddy humor
a full-blown half-pint comedian
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Dragonfly kisses
to a fairy princess
seated on sunflower-throne.
She’s highly revered
and gladly cheered.
Her kindness to us has overflown.
Red dress glows so bright
as she smiles with delight,
such a pure joy who’ll suffice.
Stardust surrounds her
at each flower,
An angel guiding us, I surmise.
Such a lively band of vagabonds
Saxophone player, acrobat, chimney sweep
Their music parades into my mind as I fish
Enjoying their rhythm as I enjoy catching guppies
We are in a fantasy world that makes me feel safe
Safer than I have ever felt, as I am a vagabond too
The acrobat and ballerina begin to dance
Shaking our violin just a bit
Rebecca a 1940 psychological thriller film,
Except the Rebecca is no superstar;
A lady she is there’s no doubt about it,
Ensured they told me, she is from a fantasy world.
Cause I don’t know anyone with that name except the Bible;
Can I maybe meet a Rebecca that will make me happy?
After all, Rebecca is only another name which makes it sweet.
The season decorated in dazzling white
Her Pale moon drifting high into the night
Sailing over powdered dreams
Of fields ,forests and frozen streams
Shooting frozen puffs of breath and steam
Gliding along a fantasy world of winter scenes
Scintillating snow whispering” here comes the queen”
Mother nature stalks her land of winter dreams
Dick and his cat
I was in the deep depth of youth
sitting in a library struggling through
Dick Whittington and his cat.
Looked the fable up on Wikipedia
and was disappointed,
Dick and his cat were different
from my recollection
I had the cat and Dick walking
to London
In my fantasy world, the story was
much richer, so I will stick
to my version
I miss her eyes, I miss her dazzling smile, I miss her silly little laugh, I miss her advice, I
miss our times we spend together, I miss her wall posts, I miss the way she speaks to me,
I miss her personality, I miss her heart, if this world was a fantasy world, I'd love to be her
Edward, and I wish for her to be my Bella, I miss you Brissa Morales.......:)
Floral umbrella,
yellow mozzarella.
Helicopter dragonfly.
Bee-friendly flowers,
- nectar shower.
Unforgettable time in Shanghai.
You write such pretty words
About a lot of things you feel
The things you write are wonderful
Your words make them sound so real
A magical trip, a fantasy world
So many thoughts and places
You make them sound so very true
One can even see the faces
Without the wonder of your words
Our lives would be so dull
The things you write for us to read
Make our lives so very much more full