Dreams
The Power Of Sleep And Dreams
We slip beneath the pillow's spell
And drift from heaven and into hell
To lose control of conscious mind
The secrets of our soul to find.
Fantasy Poems
Poems Envisioning Fantasy and Fairytales
This section is for poetry that falls in the realm of fantasy. The genre of fantasy is an opportunity to dream of reality as we might like it to be. It may leave the reader wondering if this fantasy is possible or whether it bears any resemblance to the real world. However, there are no limits to the possibilities that our imaginations can conjure. Each of these thoughts that are put on paper, although lacking an objective truth, tell us a truth about the human condition.
Poems about Love, Fairies, Dragons and Monsters
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I Believe In Magic
I believe in magic.
I believe in stories,
In strange beauty and wonder,
In dreams and glories. -
Castle Of Poets
The castle is a place where poets dwell,
Where each can cast their wondrous spell.
From the turrets high to the dungeons deep
From each portcullis to the central keep.... -
A Lonely Dragon
The enormous red and black beauty of the sky,
Always been free to fly.
But since all the little creatures-
With their bows and arrows-... -
The House On Elm Street
The Dark Scary HomeIt sat alone.
What happened there is still today unknown.
It is a very mysterious place,
And inside you can tell it has a ton of space, -
Unicorn
Look, over there
Confused in its present state
Stands a one horned animal let out of heavens gate
Angel's give them a specific name... -
Buccaneers
Once upon the ocean blue
came a story just for you
'bout the bloody buccaneers
who sailed the Main in yesteryears. -
Grace
Poem About A MermaidI walked to the beach,
To collect some shells.
I stood on the pier,
And listened to the sounds. -
Dragons
In my little airplane
flying way up high,
zooming through the lands of clouds
so white and grand and high,... -
Daisy Moore
Her Eyes Were Bright GreenShe had beautiful blond hair; her eyes were bright green.
She looked like she was the sun and she causing life to grow.
Her skin shined like she was life itself.
Her lips were scarlet even without make-up on....
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