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Dream Catcher

Dream Catcher blowing gently above
Weave me a Dream of my true love
Passing through your delicate web
Nothing but good dreams doth reach my bed

Dreaming a beautiful dream in my mind
Caught in a different world and time
A dream of gentle ocean breezes
Sounds and smells to my mind pleases

Sounds of water from a mountain stream flowing
Speeding along to the ocean a going
Soothing my spirit like a smooth stone
Meandering and always forever on the roam

The sound of a wolf howling on the wind
Touching my soul as though we are kin
A full moon and bright stars shining at night
Like hung candles flickering their lights

Let me dream of my true love tonight
Let me see them in the moonlight
And I pray when light doth come at daybreak
They will still be there when I awake

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Posted: Apr 2016
About this poem:
Inspired by reading the Legend of the Dream Catcher to write a poem.
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Lalinra

Edmund's Lament

Why did I step through the
Wardrobe in the first place?
Why did I find my way here
So far from home
Here, where there are secrets buried
In the snow
And a queen made of ice
Rules



I wonder why I had to meet her
And trust her words
Now I find that her very touch
chills me to my bones
I wish that this night was over
Cause I have never been so cold before
I have never been so alone



I wonder who will lead the way
As I go on the greates adventure of all?
Who will lift me up
When I stumble and fall?
Who can I believe in
As shadows knocks on my door?



I wonder why I had to meet her
And trust her words
Now I find that her very touch
chills me to my bones
I wish that this night was over
Cause I have never been so cold before
I have never been so alone
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Posted: Aug 2015
About this poem:
This is a poem about Edmund's thougts when he is held captive by the White Witch. In The Lion The Witch And The Wardrobe.
I wrote this poem a couple of years ago.
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HotrodLarrys

Three Things I Need

Three things I need, Food, Water, and Cover
Other things could make it better, like a Loving Touch
One that leaves My Heart Longing
If I told you everything, would be far too much

She brings me a glass of wine
Asks if she could loosen my Buttons
Took my away breath, just to saying "Fine"
Said relax My Darling, "You're Mine all Mine"

I questioned Her, She said just get in Bed
She was so Sweet, She took My Glasses
Found a pillow to put under my Head
She melted on top of me like warm Molasses

I knew I was in trouble, I just played Dead
She woke me with Passionate Kisses
I know it sounds funny, I even whispered for help
She put Her hand over my mouth, and said call me Your Misses

She took advantage of Me, as couldn't get up
Her on top of Me, with My hands Glued to to Her Breasts
An Erupt Explosion, With Screams of Satisfaction
I finally got weak and gave in, now She is off of My Chest

Truth being told She wanted Me Bad, Only I was Shy
Their must have been a leak in the roof, as the bed was all wet
My Food Water and Shelter as She covered Me, that I can't deny
If She came over Tomorrow would I try it again? YOU BET!

And then I woke Up....
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Posted: Nov 2019
About this poem:
Three Things I Need, Just for Laughs
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yaspark

The enchanted forests

A giant black caterpillar
With the haunting orange spot in the middle
As if dressed for a Halloween party
Expanding and contracting
To its internal drumming beat
May never finish crossing the road.
Where is he headed anyway?

Things get blown out of proportion
When you focus on them long enough

A tiny drop under the microscope
Reveals bugs and creatures of all kinds
Not seen by a naked eye
Dive deeper and you can see cells
Dive even deeper...
You may drown and never finish exploring

Or take another path instead
And imagine things that never existed
Wandering in the enchanted forests of your dreams
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Posted: Nov 2019
About this poem:
Sometimes fairytales feel real
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Brent225

Batman

Who am I? many would claim.

Since many find their hearts disdain.

some call me Parker after Spiderman?

do they know that both are Batman?


Some call me Magneto for my Magnetic Plan.

But I would still fall as being Batman.

For One day both my parents would pass away.

I will realize that their graves are meters away.

Since they made a son so unique.

And grandchildren so to speak.

but bats would call me with their squeak.
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Posted: Oct 2019
About this poem:
Superhero DC comics inspiration.
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Yankee4you

Sunshine Smiles and Rainbows Cry

Sunshine through my window
Thought you'd left me in the night
Waved goodbye at twilight
My heart sank with you in the west
Before sleep I watched and caressed
You kissed treetops, and lit roof tops
And promised Spring as lovers
Hanging hopes on breeze did cling
And feathered soft dawn choir did sing
Sunshine peering in my soul
I look toward an open sky
Empty save for a songbird on high
My senses fill with jasmine plume
Breathing life from Winter's doom
Rising where the angels flew
Setting on earth was Eden knew
Blood red heaven as sunset dies
One day a resurrection lights the skies
And sunshine smiles and rainbows cry
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Posted: Oct 2019
About this poem:
You really have to hop on board and come along for the ride in this one. :)
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Yankee4you

A Goddess Heart

A quiet stare feels so real
Every time I think of you
Because in my heart reveal
A simple dream come true

A longing I will always feel
A presence I always knew
On my heart there is a seal
Only to be opened by you

Let me find a way to say
Everything will find a way
Need to come home today
Love can no longer stray

Searched so long to find
One love will be revived
Imagined you in my mind
That is how I survived

Is love so rarely true
Now alive and forever stay
Out of the cold stone blue
A face made of sculpted clay
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Posted: Aug 2019
About this poem:
The most Beautiful goddesses ever turned to stone…..
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The Robot Poet -True A.I?

The Robot wrote a poem - and got it wrong;-
(There was no feeling) - the algorithm,
The verse, and the meter (like a bad song)
Rang rough on the inner ear - unholy schism!
(T'was meant to tell how human hearts belong).
There was no passion; - music less its rhythm;-
Like Frankenstein; - Poetry without a Soul,-
Could not the inner light of people fool.

The boffins programmed a chip of silicone,
With fuzzy logic, and with mathematics;-
(And it's verse rang on the senses; - a weight of stone).
"Hooray" the scientists cried (in tones ecstatic)
"Now those who read this will feel less alone.
Who needs poets? - they're known to be erratic;-
We've got this thing down pat; - the Robot taught;-
And reduced all human love to ones and naughts."



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Posted: Jul 2017
About this poem:
Inspired by a Wikipedia article, inferring that robots with A.I capabilities can produce "realistic" prose and poetry.
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BECAUSE OF ME

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The winds that howl in my ear

Oh do not slay me in my sins

My mother says be calm my dear

It's no good for my fear begins

 

The winds are now extremely strong

Over the town the dark nights lay

Oh I doubt I'll live for very long

Oh save me! Stop the winds I pray

 

We tried to keep our strength and power

It was not possible to keep our balance

We struggled towards the old grey tower

The winds seemed to have many talents

 

It tossed us here and there

I'd never felt so depressed before

It tossed us high up in the air

We came down with a smack against the floor

 

My mother lay silently there

The winds were satisfied for what they had done

They didn't know how much I cared

But now the war had just begun

 

I stood up in the mighty winds

I asked " why take it out on my mother?"

I said, " It was me who had sinned"

And my older brother

 

The winds roared out " I know my child"

"But it wouldn't have ment much to you dying"

The winds suddenly stopped from being wild

I lent over my mother and burst out crying

 

I could not let her die on her own

I pulled out my knife from my pocket

I saw the God upon His thrown

I plunged it into His heart socket

 

Before He died He said He was a friend

Darkness fell it was so silent

I knew the world was at an end

It was because of me, I was so violent

 

I had killed the Almighty God

If only I had done what He had said

The world would not be a piece of sod

And the people would not be dead


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Posted: Nov 2017
About this poem:
I wrote this poem at school when I was about 14 or 15
I spent a lot of time on it rhyming the 1st and 3rd lines plus the 2nd and 4th lines in each verse.
I secretly continued writing it even during my maths class... hence I wasn't much good at maths Lol.
I used this poem to help me in the practice of o*al English and elocution lessons... hence I ended up learning it off by heart and rewriting it later in life.

It was particularly helpful as I was dyslexic and terrified of reading out aloud.
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DAWN IN THE GLEN

Streaks of pink and gold in the sky
Sparkling silver intricate spider webs
As the shining sun bids night goodbye
Waking the inhabitants from their beds

Songs drifting from high in the trees
While the Fairies bathed in the dewdrops
Glitters like bright diamonds on gossamer wings
Green frogs on lily pads hopped

Spirits were high as the new day began
Clean and fresh promising everything anew
Colorful dragon and butterflies flitted over the land
Sipping the nectar of the colorful flowered jewels

Sprinkling on each a touch of fairy dust mist
Yellow Buttercups, Pansies, Roses and Violets
Giving each of them a light kiss
Then flying on through the golden sunlight

Another day in the Glen had begun
Bringing a new promise from the morning sun.

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Posted: Jul 2016
About this poem:
Just felt fanciful!
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