Most Viewed Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

there are horses
no one ever rides
who have no mane
no neigh no cantor
feels no saddle
feels no bridle bit
is free and yet
is seldom seen
instead she rides
instead she glides
across the ocean deep
where she runs her course
the little little sea horse

When you lose your shadow
And forget your dreams
When you step barefoot
On a lego piece
Or mistake shampoo
For a mouthwash rinse
And then blow out bubbles
Not being able to breathe
When it feels like your world
Is falling apart
From the man-made drama
And darts in your heart
Then you know you are tired
And just need a break
To restore your balance
And get your shadow back

Void of space
Darkness enveloppes concept of time
Wraps around are univerce
Are we lost in time

Twinkle the stars that radiates space
Time moves faster opens wider are expanded universe
From creation

Enters black holes other universe expandes are time
Bigger are universe greater knowledge we learn
From are open space

I sat in my wheelchair and rolled across my
den to the high standing bookshelf..
Scattered throughout the shelf were dozens
of verses written quickly on scraps of paper
and used as bookmarks
I began fishing out all the snippets of verses
I'd planned to use in what was now to be my
last written work
For some thirty years I'd saved any flash insights
and bursts of inspiration I could use in my final
masterpiece
The doctor said he didn't expect me to live
throughout the week so I worked late into the
night
The old grandfather clock ticked away the final
hours of my life as my final poem began to take
definite shape
It was almost sunrise when suddenly I heard a
noise in the backroom
The sound of shattered glass sent me rolling to
my closet for my shotgun
But before I could load the gun I turned to see
a masked man pointing a revolver at my head
I clutched an excerpt of my poem in my right
hand and the last thing I remember is the shot
ringing out and my falling to the floor
Barely conscious the voices of policemen filled
the room
A policeman stooped down and pulled from my
hand the fragment of paper I was clutching
He read what was to be the title of my poem, 'A
good day to cry..'
But then I heard another voice calling my name..
It was the voice of my house maid
She kept saying, ' Everything is going to be alright
sir, you were not shot, you were just having a bad
dream
I awoke and realized I had merely fallen asleep after
a long night of writing
But the maid pulled a pistol from her purse and
with a devilish grin said, ' I've been waiting for
you to finish your poem because I have plans
to sell your work to my own publisher..
She pulled the trigger and shot me dead..
When she published my poem under her name
she merely changed the title which was now
called.. ' A Good Day to Die..'

A jungle can be massively big and so deep
And possibly full of creatures that we'll never see
Likewise trillions of ants claim the biomass throne
Over two hundred species on any one tree alone
A fascinating insect by engineer and design
If it had intellect its brain may be as brilliant as mine
The chances of ants in a jungle to see us are very slim
Unless we explore nature and go looking them
Although most of us in the real world don't really care
We have Discovery Channels and we know that they are there
But we just live our lives and let nature take its coarse
An insects life can be really boring when you compare it to yours
But turn the tables around and lets talk about earth
In the middle of this jungle we call a vast universe
How arrogant of a species to think we're all alone
When we have identified other planets that we could call home
So something light years away is a species far more advanced
And to them our world is just a tree of different kinds of ants
Nothing for them to bother with, we have nothing they want
But like National Geographic from a distance they watch
Or maybe they are just waiting for us to mature as a race
A primitive planet in the jungles of outer space
*JJF*
4/24/2013

three people read my poem a day
shit that's three more than none
WELCOME TO MY NEW HOME

Welcome here you all
And my, you got so tall
Mom, your hair looks great
As usual dad is late

Latently late on such a day
He hasn’t seen me since I went away
Dad’s hip hurts and his hair is turning gray
But the game of my being ever wrong he’ll still play

Mom, how’s Aunt Sally and Uncle Joe
I know both of them move very slow
Their son Derrick comes to visit when he’s able
And he brings along his girlfriend named Mable

So tell me is the house in good shape?
And how about that lovely landscape?
I always loved that 300 year old oak
And when I was a child I believed that tree and me spoke

So Derrick, you knew the tree with wisdom one learns not in school?
It said “Sometimes one must but it’s better never to break a rule
But I wouldn’t listen to the old oak tree whenever it spoke to me
And that’s why I’m behind bars for twenty to thirty-three
© 2011.…~free cee!

From the stairway to heaven
to this crystal stream
Wine coloured doves decend
on this forest dream
Lay down my love on leaves
of gold
From angels vials pour
dreams untold
Lay down my love in this
ethereal light
Touch my soul in this
mystic night
Let all creatures chant
to rhyme
While we sip from vials
of heavens wine~

Time Traveler
Faces, family names
A winding, meandering
Sense of place
Not far away
These hills
That feed a brook
Snow melting
In the sweet spring
Turn into apple blossoms
Covering the ground
Of fertile fields
Tilled so lightly
And made so ready
For the planting

For good or bad
The world we know
For neighbors fed
Will not go hungry
In the wind
And in the cold
Of uncertainty
Be shared instead
For humanity
And weary hearts
Who have known
No lovers
Give up
So that others
May live and breed
cast away in
A field of dreams.

Head hung low....
Hair cascading in a jet black flow....
She sinks to the ground
As if subdued and cowed not even watching around.
A gold, coined belt looped at
Her waist
Bangles on her hand
And of a very delicate face
Trapped in a strange land....
Music wafts through the air.... and she rises, dancing on command
Going up on her toes,
Pointing to the ceiling with her nose
She pins them with her dark brown eyes....
And it seems as if even her nipples rise....
Through the sheer white fabric
Of her tunic
The skirt low on the hip
Ahhhh!!!!!! They gasp as they watch her navel dip
Feet small and neat
Stamp, step,
Beat
The rhythm in her head
The music just accompaniment
She seemed to glow with some inner fire
Only serving to light their desire
Men watched greedily
Women bit their lips enviously
Flat stomach that glistened with youth
They all watched as if struck mute
As she with gyrations and undulations
Claimed their imaginations
Slow dip down
Then twirled and rippled her way off the ground
Now, falling back head touching the ground
With ankles tucked under her bum,
Her stomach ripples like a gentle wave....
Did you know she is a slave?
To the music, and to the art of love
Hands now clasped high above
The music slows
Down she goes
Breasts heaving...
Breath panting
Back in her shell
The dance is over for now
But the men are left in heat....
Oh hell!!!!!

I've come to a bad place
I'm filled with fear
I cannot see a face I know
I have no business being here

did I really need to pop that pill?
her smell of strawberry urging me so
did I need yet another thrill?
I thought that I left that long ago

but the curve of her body
shooting stars of her eyes
drew me willingly down
fleeting path of grim disguise

I knew what it was
I knew what it meant
but I forgot all about
the pain of sanity's descent

three days later
and I am still there
a place that I can't pinpoint
I've found that I've found...nowhere!

still, my breathing continues
at least, I think so
and manys the time
I got up to go

but found myself puzzled
I was to, go where?
I'm here....
where is...there?

what is there?
what is here?
who am I?
nothing is clear

too often in times past
I've done things that I've regretted
and as many times..following
repeated the horror forgetted

this just may be the last time
I'm unsure I'll make it home
my senses have deserted me
now I've netherworld to roam