#fantasy poems on Hello Poetry

Zywa May 2

Children wonder what

it would be like to be dead --

but not: to be old.

Essay "Laat me niet alleen" ("Don't leave me alone", 2008, Renate Dorrestein), chapter "Step Six: Let's face our fears"

Collection "Old sore"

#fantasy #curiosity #childhood

Damocles May 1

Stormy

I'll kiss under the torrent of rain
I want to sweat through the cool shower
Perspiration mixing with droplets
Bleeding off my lips
Salty sweet into your lungs.

Take my hand,
We can dance to syncopated hearts
Like blast beats as the puddles rise,
Twirl you ‘round as the wet explodes from the parasol of your dress.

We can stay within the confines
In this open ballroom,
Crashing upon ourselves,
Slick with angelic tears
Scented with pollen and petrichor.

I dare to dream,
Of blossoms in spring-
Sprung from the ache of a storm
Where we waltzed undeterred by the crashing clouds.
May you forever see the beauty,
Wrapped within a storm cloud
In which we kissed.

I have a fantasy of doing this in the rain. It's such a mundane fantasy, but it's one I think about often.

#fantasy #rain #love #dancing #moments #magic

Carlo C Gomez May 1

The Rules of Dry Ice

~
It should be stark
and unprovoked,
yet fight to conceal.

It should justify
its intrusion
by layering
new narratives:
each a wonderland,
each a poison.

It should spring
like a cat,
cloud like doubt,
evaporate like
cigarettes at dawn.

It should backlight
truth, fictionalize
history.

It should undo
reality, drift into abyss
with the Lady of Shalott.

It should lead
the march into the sea,
it should die gracefully.
~

#analogy #metaphor #abstract #rules #reality #fantasy #subconscious

Zywa Apr 28

[ Would the apple seeds ]

Would the apple seeds

inside my belly sprout and --

start to take root there?

Concert "Het Oog in de Naald" ("The Eye in the Needle", 2023, Albert van Veenendaal), #5, "Apple Tree", performed on April 25th, 2025 in the Organpark, by Francisca Snip (speaking voice), Albert van Veenendaal (prepared piano), Rogier Hornman (cello) and Roosmarijn Tuenter (viola)

Collection "org anp ARK" #113

#imagination #fantasy #apple

Rory Apr 27

Verily your tales

No wonder you are just an illusion,
Forming a shape
Making it hard to believe,
That once you were just a shade.

Mocking and mimicking
My fantasies
That were merely and truly,
Tales of yours
In the orchid of mine.

#tales #fantasy #fiction #reality #imagination

Zywa Apr 26

[ The bedbugs are dead ]

The bedbugs are dead.

So we are not in danger --

Still I am itchy.

Because of armadillidiidae (pill-bugs) on the second floor of the holiday apartment building

Collection "Local traffic"

#imagination #bugs #itches #fantasy

isaiah barber Apr 21

"Painted Realm"

Stuck hither in the dark
Not knowing what would come
Waiting for that moment
The painting comes unto me

This canvas bare empty
No color, naught but black
As dark enters the land
The blackness lays bare

No color of thee
No voice for me
Twould be a wonder
How I would shed red

Where art thou river
Gold and silver
Rain falling down
The beautiful rainbow

Where art thou willow
A tree of wonder with light
The fairies of twilight
Pixies dancing with me

Where art thou green
Grass lay tall unstained
Beauty of nature
Where the dandelions grow

Where art thou sparrow
Thou once was with me
Twould visit and dine
Drink of the river

Where art the sounds
The golden harp
To sing unto this plain
Playing in the night

What once was
In the stillness
Within my mind
Where art thou

My painted realm

#poetry #poem #medieval #fantasy #sparrow

MacGM Apr 12

Remains

The other night some man took a trip outside city limits.
He ambled along until he got to a pasture where the ghosts were warm and thoughtful,
missionaries in a newly old land.
They looked as though they were brimming with knowledge on how to live correctly,
but he was just a visitor looking for freedom from thought,
and so asked nothing.
Though he did learn the ghosts weren’t fully translucent.
It seemed there was still blood in them.

#story #ghost #fantasy