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polina Dec 2024
A yearning swallowed softly,
In the wake of reality
Never dared to be dreamt -
It fades away, leaving whispers behind.

They follow me as I work, and
Gaze wistfully out of the misty window -
As I lay in my bed, tired
Dreaming softly of worlds (not my own).

Those whispers distract, daze,
Destroy - destroy my life, built so
Tirelessly with my sweat and despair.
How could I throw away all of this,
When I worked so hard to get it?

Those whispers, they answer -
You worked for it, yes,
but you never
Wanted it.
What is it that you want?

And my traitorous mind, it whispers
(no, screams) back -
Dew-dropped meadows, sunsets that
Burn like fallen gods;
Views that steal my breath, suffocate
Until no thoughts remain.

Awe that makes me breathless, paralyzed -
A beauty so vast it cannot be
Understood.
Dawns that rise with me, falling away
Like old skin, the sun raw
On my transformed self.

Oh, I know what I want.
Saman Badam Dec 2024
The skies with tumbling light and stumbling stars,
Where the up tips right, and the left trips near,
Where down looms eastward, behind Everscars,
Dreamt cities hawk daydreams for shades to hear.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

Where the molten tides kiss the gilded seas,
The earth heaves underneath the serene schemes,
Where the Wyrm Winds beam and Weeping Fires freeze,
And broken glades stitched back with moonlit seams.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

Dread and despair from the First Child's nightmare,
Born from Night and Serpent, with Claws inflamed,
The Dream Dragon arose, firstborn and fair,
For his inky black Scales and dreamfire famed.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

Six times six wings beat as Dream Dragon flies,
Shard of Night, glowing bright in Dreamfire's light,
Hunting the spirits, like a cat stalking mice,
Fugitives in Dreamlands, fleeing Death's sight.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

For a longer stay, buy the colour meals,
With coins of shooting stars, traded by all,
For World's colour, the setting silver steals,
Forget not or you won't yourself recall.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

In Forgotten Bay lies Dream Dragon's hoard,
Misting at touch, to sands that cost so high,
Unseen and Untold, treasures long ignored,
Trade memories for sand, for truths to buy.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

Upon churning Lethe's bridge, a Sphinx reclines,
When all remaining paths are sealed and barred.
To her every reply, you must devise,
A riddle true—or be forever marred.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

The Golden Lean Cat is the first Muse Minx,
And third revered beneath Oberon's light,
It speaks in the Tongues which predate the Sphinx,
While guarding the hoard with its cryptic might.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

In Epic Seas, Echo Isle ever sails,
Where the terror tales and wars old are weighed.
Echoing clashing swords and waning wails,
For future children, ancient past sends aid.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

Would you hide in the blue flame of sorrow,
Or hearth in the purple flame of glories,
The First one would freeze you by tomorrow,
While second scorch you in endless worries.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

Always hide your true name among lies here.
Lest your mind slowly dulls, and magic fail,
For there is much of the Alfins to fear,
As you lose, they are remade whole and hale.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

When Oberon's eyes beneath shadows slipped,
As Black, Silver, and Gold in gloom have fall.
Steal not unless all three suns have eclipsed,
Or the bells will toll in the Wild Hunt's Hall.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

At dawn, plunge from Kragalith's tall embrace,
To Zephras Temple ere the wind arrives,
To find softest pillows of any place,
If your incense lingers in their cloud high.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

The Roc on boughs of Elder Razil stills,
City Reynor on its blessed leaves thrives.
They trade the true silver for the Roc's quills,
And diamonds for dew that dawn's light survives.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

Pitter-patter, like laughter, falls the rain,
Are we praying for joy, with hearts in right?
Yet in this place here the mortal tears drain,
Are we cawing for ruin, with minds of spite?
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

Insult not Orphan, nor claim them your kin,
For as Heroes or Kings they will rise.
As Villain or Martyr— in Tales not win,
Wed to Failure, you have sealed your demise.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

If you ever take to a Rival's din,
Never let the First Winner's game pause,
The Rule of Three is to Lose, Tie, then Win,
So remember, always take the First Loss.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

Where dreams welded to stories, eons past,
And horrors melt to nightmares, ever scarred,
If you are in the Everscars, flee fast,
For nothing in here remains long unmarred.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

Next comes the bird with thousand feathers bleached,
Each plume bearing a face, frozen in dread,
To guard your face from being slowly leached,
A face shut tight, is sole, safe way ahead.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.

Gather tales to enter, both said and read;
Each one a gem, stuck to gate in display.
Sing the Guide in joy, or dense words it'll wed,
Twisting itself to an obtuse array.
Remember, this is the land of dreams deep,
Know this land where the will of stories steep.
Phia Dec 2024
And as I tumble through the pages
Of my favorite books,
I fantasize of a better place;
Of a life that isn’t mine;
One where I am courageous
And strong
And unbreakable.
I fantasize of a place
Where I am the heroine
Instead of the villain
In my own story.
I fantasize of this place
And pray for that world to swallow me whole
datura Dec 2024
Oh, Moon vine,
Always sleeping where you bud.
I knew you couldn't wake,
Too lost in your fantasy's of pallid dittany's.

Do you wish to be stirred one day,
Or would you prefer to dream forever?
To chase the void in longing disparity,
To live in your own mind eternally?

When you wilt do you think, Moon vine,
You'll keep dreaming?
Up for interpretation, I'd love to hear how you personally see this poem, no wrong answers
Raven Dec 2024
I live in my own secret world

I think of things that I know are just a fantasy
I often imagine a different reality

I imagine a reality where me and you lasted
Where I didn’t flee from my feelings
And they weren't just blasted away
By my insecurities

I imagine a reality where I get to see you smile
And laugh
Every single day

I imagine a reality where your existence makes my day
And you make me consistently feel okay

I often imagine this reality
Maybe a few times a month
Because I try not to get too lost
Too caught up
In such a fantasy
Because then my feeling may overflow
More than they already do

I know you don't think of this fantasy world
This fake reality
Because I know I hurt you beyond trust
Beyond repair
So I just wish that maybe you'll consider a friendship

But you never do
Because you hate you
And you want me to

But I'll never hate you
And I never have
Because you live in my heart
In my mind
And in my soul
And I don't think I'll ever be able to
Just let these feelings go
Dec/22/2020
Jeremy Betts Dec 2024
I close my eyes
A feeble attempt to get back to a dream
I realize
It's ridiculous to chase one particular theme
Too many tries
With no mind paid to what it could mean
I fantasize
But fantasies have a misleading gleam
The crystal ball lies
It's all a regurgitated, outdated scheme
My reality cries
But it's better than when it use to scream

©2024
Snow red fox Nov 2024
I lay on the floor, feeling the chore  
Of living creeping up through a poisonous door  
That leads to a future that’s already gone.  
Whatever have I done with my life,  
Except letting the dope flow down my dome?

Foam crawls from my mouth as the door rolls down,  
Pink elephants are drumming, parading wide open.  
Stars are shining as they are crying.
And the clock is ticking deeply down my aching mind.

The whole world spins, foam gushing out, the stars are begging and the clock is killing.
Shades of pink like cotton candy swirling about.

I pry open my veins, blue liquid drops  
Mixing with cotton candy as the drumming fades.  
Why do I twist and turn my veins inside out,  
Trying to fit them into the right place?
Someone needs to take my dome away before I break the stars eyes into shreds to stop the cries
JoyBoy Nov 2024
Finally.
A place to rest my corpse decrepit,
Decomposition be so rapid,
My ribs are slowly penetrating
Convulsing chest.

The foul smell of gruesome fossil
Which I'm becoming, strikes my nostrils.
I try to sit, my spine collapses.
It wasn't meant to last as axis.

My blood runs dry as fast as spirits.
Evaporating, I can hear it.
As long as I remain on this plane,
I'm cursed to go through all of this pain.

I've given up on my own carcass.
My body's but a fleeting mass
Of flesh, and bone, and vivid liquid
And weird thought, and foul gas.

I quit. I'm out. I have quitten.

But in the land of sense forbidden
There is a treasure that I've hidden
And there you take, forever beating,
My burning heart, to ever last!


Obviously, not Poe. But it came to me by itself, on the run, practically exactly the same way I publish it (since redacted). Feels like I must.
JoyBoy Nov 2024
I've dipped my brain into arcane,
The power from another agent.
The power to become a saint,
Such sanity begets contagion.

My mind is split across the planar,
I see beyond what has transpired,
No fear, or smear, or peers to cheer with.
I see the end, and it is near.
My friend, I knew that you would come.
This work we've done, it led us down this path.
Our minds were one, our paths were some,
We reached too high and turned awrath.
I stand above, yet still you lurk,
I have become a perfect being.
My mind is flawless magic clockwerk,
I am a part of everything.

And in a single hurricane
No vain, no gain, no strain, no pain.

The world has gone. The puppetmaster
I have become and raised disaster.

I won. In victory- defeated,
Mistaken was in chosen path.
I see you, friend from world we lived in
And giveth you this sacred chance.

A genius that is mistaken
Is dangerous, but lies therein
A chance for mind to reawaken
From its misguided faulty dream.
A genius is but a starter
That still may choose a stupid path.
It's wisdom, friend, that makes us smarter,
Not knowledge of unclear past.

The world will end, I send you inwards,
In loop that threatens to unwind
With you, my friend, becoming victor;
Forgive shortsightedness of mine.
Our understanding was... distorted.
We stand together, now- as equals,
Our brotherhood, once more, restored,
We stare into the vast abyss.
When deed is done, I'll wait you here,
We've got so much we've to discuss
Before we get to disappear
Into the void amidst the stars.

I hope there'll be a variation
Of us within these mystic planes
To wisely propagate creation
And get to understand arcane.
Shlok kumar Nov 2024
Oh, my love, your intoxicating eyes,
Like lotus flowers, your lips, a treasure to the skies.
Your waist, a velvet lotus, your voice, a cuckoo's call,
Leaves me breathless, and in heaven's thrall.
Show me your mercy, give me your soul,
Take me away from Satan's door, make me whole.
Oh, my love, my goddess, my peace, my heart,
Return to me, give me the ****** wine of heaven's art.
Five decades have passed, yet nothing's changed,
Except the wounds, the heartache, the pain.
I'm dying tonight, show me heaven's sight,
My love, don't be cruel, come back to me, and make it right.
Don't be so harsh with me, my love, it's strange to see,
You're shining bright, but your heart is lost in misery.
Come back to me, let's start anew,
Everything here is temporary, it's all just a view.
Oh, my love, don't create such a colorful world,
This is for courtesans, who sell their beauty for a few coins to unfurl.
You're only interested in colorful pleasures and ***,
But in the end, you'll come with me, and you'll need my love, I expect.
Your body will wither away, your desires will cease,
And in the end, all you'll need is love, a love that brings release.
A love that's not physical, but mental, a love that's kind,
A love that understands joy and sorrow, a love that's one of a kind.
Years have passed, and you're still beautiful, a sight to see,
But you're no longer interested in physical love, it's not for thee.
You're only drinking wine, and smoking cigars, your addiction's grown,
You're helpless, my love, but I'll be waiting for you, alone.
You're dividing your earnings into two parts, one for your addiction, one for your
savings,
This is your daily routine, my love, your life's enslaving.
You're a courtesan, my love, a beauty, a treasure to behold,
But in society's eyes, you're just a *** worker, your life's grown cold.
You wake up in the morning, drunk, and lost, and alone,
In the evening, you sell your body, and count the cost, the pain you've known.
But I know, my love, that you're more than just a shell,
You're a beautiful soul, trapped in a world that's hell.
Your addiction's blinded everyone, but I can see,
The real you, my love, the beauty that's meant to be.
You're a shining star, my love, a light in the night,
A love that's pure, a love that's right.
This poem expresses a person's deep feelings towards their lover. The poet describes their lover's beauty, charm, and allure, but also highlights their miserable condition and social status. Through the poem, the poet appeals to their lover to change their current lifestyle and improve their life. The poet tries to make their lover understand that the life they are living is destroying them and that they need to change their life.
The poet has included various themes in the poem, such as love, beauty, charm, misery, and social status. The language of the poem is beautiful, attractive, and emotional, which attracts readers and helps them understand the meaning and emotions of the poem.
This poem is a heartfelt appeal to the lover to change their ways and improve their life, and it highlights the poet's deep feelings and concerns for their lover's well-being.
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