3 result(s) for Fictitious Reality Poems.
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Bending Hours
In realms where shadows dance with light,
Time bends and twists, a wondrous sight.
Mountains hum secrets, rivers weave dreams,
Through fields of thought, reality gleams.
The clock ticks backward, as whispers play,
In imaginary lands where night greets day.
Sky painted purple, the stars sing low,
Each moment expands, where wildflowers grow.
A castle of clouds with walls of wind,
In this landscape, past and future blend.
Time a mere fabric, stretched and sewn,
In this fictitious realm, forever we roam.
Whispers of the Forgotten
In shadows cast by tales once bright,
Where echoes dance through endless night,
Voices rise from ink and page,
Forgotten souls, our dreams engage.
A jester laughs, his crown askew,
A maiden longs for skies of blue,
Through fractured time, their stories weave,
In silent hearts, we still believe.
A warrior clad in rusted steel,
With every wound, we feel his zeal,
The poet longs for love’s embrace,
In whispered lines, we find our place.
Illusions crafted, truths set free,
In realms where lost ones still can be,
They breathe in verses, softly penned,
Our fictive worlds may never end.
Whispers Beyond the Threshold
Behind the door, where shadows play,
A world unseen awaits the day.
In whispered dreams and muted sighs,
Reality dances where silence lies.
Colors bleed from hidden seams,
In this realm of half-formed dreams.
Upon the walls, the echoes creep,
Secrets woven, dark and deep.
Each creak and groan, a tale unfolds,
Of longing hearts and visions bold.
Here, ghosts of thought and memory reign,
In the tapestry of joy and pain.
So linger not on what we see,
For closed doors hold what could yet be.
In every crack, and every seam,
Exist the threads of unspun dreams.
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