Not really a fantasy poem but I couldn't put it under anything else. Just a poem I wrote a while back in a religion class, hope you enjoy.

A collection of short poems. Not my favourites but two of them are okay, I suppose.

What happpens when you give in.

Poem: Surreal poem "But can’t feel any pain and I don’t understand..How I ended up all alone again,..Standing here on my own again,"

This started in memory of libraries. It can also be applied to the imagination of youth how it fades as we grow older because we are less willing to accept what we can't seem to explain. *life poetry*

I really love this poem. I wrote it in a Religion class just a few weeks ago. Hope you enjoy

On one of the poetry sites I'm on my username is TwistedRose. I wrote this poemas the reason for my name. It doesn't really make much sense but I like reading it.

Setting Moon was written a few months ago but I still love it. Hope you do too.

Written for a poetry competition a few months back. I thought it was okay, I took out first place in the contest, but reall that isn't much of a feat considering who entered.

I wrote this poem after sitting in front of my computer for an hour contemplating my poetry. The only thing I like is the last verse...

But I must resist the urge / To pull him under the seductive waves, / Breathing in the water I breathed... \\This won't really make sense if you don't know what a siren is.\\

A short prayerful poem from my fantasy world, Orikal, written in both Ketshiien and English.

This is a tune-less song, actually. I suppose it counts as poetry. It's a love song in the point of view of a werewolf in love with a human. NO. NOT like Twilight. At all. It was written before that craze. Way before. Rated T to be safe.

If you don't understand the title after reading this poem, you don't deserve to read it at all, you silly, tick-headed child.

A poem my friend Tala wrote. Read and Review!

An imagined world of acceptance and tranquility.

A conversation about temptation and addiction

A little girl turns into a demon. You thank God that it's only a dream, but is it really?

Another little collection worming it's way through here...

Just a short poem I wrote to waste time. Not a brilliant peice but it's okay.

Death beckons

Internal Battle

Us and them are two diffrent pices of life. Better than it sounds i think so my second poem :P

Based on the prompt "something that doesn't belong".

A journey back to the eight grade--the only poem that I liked from back then. A description of a soldier, up to you to interpret what kind.