Fantasy Poems

Beautiful face
That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun
So do you
Open your face to me as I turn the page.
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With promise of job,
he lured her into a cane field.
His gentleness a veil of sanity.
Lurking in his mind,
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On an apple-ripe September morning
Through the mist-chill fields I went
With a pitch-fork on my shoulder
Less for use than for devilment.
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I was just an innocent
Caught in a whirlpool of puerile dreams,
Every second I spent with you,
Really was a dream come true.
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The chirp of birds in the early morning
Bless my smiles with their innocent calling
I head outside with my blanket wrapped around
And lay there listening to this memorable sound.
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White dazzles my inner divide,
Black thrown in with my unruly side,
My parents wave me a lingering goodbye,
They have always nurtured my childlike soul,
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Stand in front of the mirror
Either boys or girls, some got depression
Try to find yourself underneath the reflection
Dissect each point, seek for perfection
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Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heav'n's joy,
Sphere-born harmonious Sisters, Voice and Verse,
Wed your divine sounds, and mixt power employ
Dead things with inbreath'd sense able to pierce,
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I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
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The first poem was a wonder
The second was a surprise.
The third poem made me a poet,
The fourth gave me a name and fame.
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With just a handful of barren land,
And tottering dreams based on the sand.
Yet the desire continued to bloom,
To produce the green out of the doom.
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It may indeed be fantasy when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
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Life is a bright, long star boulevard,
Where you get good, when you work hard.

But Life is not a fantasy,
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As the sun shone bright
Over the intense deep blue ocean,
The small boat smoothly sailed,
Moving calmly over the mild waves,
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~ Désespoir! Pourquoi? ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
28 March,2010
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Today I slipped into a dream
And saw a better world
A world of peace and gentleness
Before my eyes unfurled
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FOR one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I Sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
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Speak to me
when I am lonesome,
weak, and sad;
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Image of her whom I love, more than she,
Whose fair impression in my faithful heart
Makes me her medal, and makes her love me,
As Kings do coins, to which their stamps impart
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There are consequences to everything
Intentions have their purpose -
So don't deny
Or justify -
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I lost a good friend. I looked up to him and he encouraged, laughed with me and even prayed with me. He had a great impression but somewhere it took it's toll on him that I was not that but maybe a fantasy of his to love precariously through our friendship but the fantasy didn't last. I hoped you would still be my friend until the end. I thought I hated you but my love for you will never change. I don't love to just to love and have it ever. I will accept the fact we may never be together. I will hope that one day we can talk again but until then take care my dear friend. I love you.
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In the world of fantasy
One day I'll make it happen for real
Because I know birth of real
Way backs to conception in fantasy.
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Visit stars, oceans, or rich Samarkand
Turning the pages will open your mind
Books are the passport to fantasy land
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She belonged to a fantasy world
Surrounded by misty mornings
In a far away land
With everlasting greens
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All are in sadness a reality,
All are in glad a fantasy,
We all look for a fantasy,
To escape from the unkind fate.
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POEM 19 MY FANTASY
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Just once, Josephine, lend me your ears
Just once, Josephine, let me be the dream
That titillates your fantasy to wipe your tears
As you and I swim in unison upstream.
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Internal darkness, internal pinning strain your very nerve,
Gobbling the tender heart which quivers like autumn grasses
Wherwithal being graced by sofest dews of pensive sense
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