Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

Dragon fire casting spells,
Piercing fumes, a haze compels,
Toxic breath, it's hard to breathe,
Fiery wings set free.

Unleashing fury of the flame,
From ember to inferno it came,
A dragon's rage, a sight to fear,
Its fuming scales, all too clear.

A beast so mighty, free to roam,
In darkness, it calls home,
Its power knows no bounds,
And with a breath, all falls down.

Fuming scales, sharp as knives,
With roaring bellows, it thrives,
A predator, a primal force,
A dragon's power has no remorse

Walking down these empty roads
My mandolin at my side
searching for the lost melodies
That are buried deep in my mind

It's like searching for a ghost
Although I feel them in my soul
I follow the notes that I hear
But they disappear like melting snow

I'm Lost in Hidden Melodies
That I've yet to recover
Holding on to the echoes
Of the melodies I can't uncover

I hear a whisper of a tune
But it fades away so fast
I always try to chase it down
But the music never lasts

It's like searching for a ghost
They disappear like melting snow
I follow the notes that I hear
I can feel them burn my soul

I'm Lost in Hidden Melodies
Of the music I can't uncover
Holding on to the echoes
That I've yet to recover

I've strummed my heart out
Yet my search persists
Each song I play my soul into
Each note played by wrist

Even if I never find them again
The melodies not heard but felt.
I'll keep chasing after them
Thier imprint on my heart'll never melt

In a world of dragons and knights
Little souls, abandoned in the night
Their only shelter, cardboard shields
Invisible to this kingdom’s honourable guilds

Living day by day, in a quest for food
While rich and powerful, feast with their brood
Their hearts as pure, as any holy grail
Wandering souls, seeking a hopeful tale

Wandering Souls, with no place to go
Angels or demons, do they reap what they sow?
Wandering Souls, with no place to call home
Innocence lost, in this land full of gold

Fairies flutter, and unicorns prance
While these children endure, a harsher stance
Fighting for scraps, in alleys they roam
Their childhood dreams, shattered and alone

Living day by day, in a quest for food
While rich and powerfull, feast with their brood
Their hearts as pure, as any holy grail
Wandering souls, seeking a hopeful tale

Wandering Souls, with no place to go
Angels or demons, do they reap what they sow?
Wandering Souls, with no place to call home
Innocence lost, in this land full of gold

But one day, in a twist of fate
A champion will rise, to change their fate
Guided by love, and filled with desire
Their future will no longer be dire

Wandering Souls, with no place to go
Angels or demons, do they reap what they sow?
Wandering Souls, with no place to call home
Innocence gained, in a world we’ll own.

Deep in the mines where the ale flows free
Our tankards raised, let the revelry be
Dwarven drinking songs and cheers all round
For we're the finest miners in the underground

Our work is rough, but our spirits high
For we're the ore extractors 'til we die
With pick-axes and hammers at our side
We'll drink to our health and mining pride

The sweat on our brows, a badge of honor
As we celebrate our toil, our highness we garner
The caverns ring with the dwarven sound
As we sing and toast our stouts all 'round

So raise your tankards and sing along
To the mining life, our drinking song
For deep in the mines where the ale flows free
We'll raise our voices in grand jubilee.

An evil man stands before me,
with eyes dark as midnight sky
A life of pain and sorrow,
soul so lost, it made me cry

But there's a glimmer of hope,
deep within his ashen dreams
A chance at his redemption,
or so to me it seems

His world cruel and heartless,
So his heart it did turn cold
But deep down I can see,
his weary soul longs to unfold

In this fleeting moment,
all his pain fades away
he embraces the light,
and let his darkness slip sway

So let us dance like fireflies,
in this ephemeral delight
And find our way back home,
in the heart of the night

For redemption is a journey,
filled with twists and turns
But with love by our side,
our spirits forever yearn

Ashen Dreams, we break the chains,
and rise up to the sky
With each step we take,
we become heroes with wings to fly.

In a land of magic and wonder,
There lived a child with pure innocence,
She roamed the fields with laughter and splendor,
Blissfully unaware of the world's malevolence.

But one day a darkness descended,
The air grew cold, and the sky turned grey,
The child was frightened and apprehended,
Her innocence slowly withered away.

The creatures of the land ran and hid,
As the shadows crept towards her,
The child cried out, "I want to be a kid!",
But her plea was swallowed by the sinister murmur.

The darkness took over, and the child's spirit broke,
Her vivid fantasies became a distant memory,
The land was still, and the silence spoke,
As the death of innocence became a tragedy.

Her world now tainted, with corruption and greed,
Forced to grow up too soon, the child could no longer dream,
No longer could the child embrace their pure creed,
The death of innocence, a melancholy theme.

"I sometimes dream of a love that the world would lay down and be still for '

*What wouldn't I do for the right guy"

"You might of wished for Me, but I wished for you to"

*I found a Man I just can't stop kissing "

From -' Practical Magic '

To be kissed is such an intimate act.

He takes your face in both hands,
Gently leans in and brushes his lips over your mouth.

You feel His breath, warm and gentle as he watches you.

Just holding your face softly, leans in and crushes your lips, takes your moans into his mouth and tastes your soul.

Leans back and looks at your eye's, and softly parted lips, smile's right into you.

That's how to kiss a woman.

Someone gave me a Box, a Space to sit, stand dance, Twirl around, breathe.

It was the most beautiful, sweet, precious gift because it was timeless.

It didn't need ribbons, bows or anything inside, it had air to breath, no judgement, not one comment, so intreged, so in awe, so special.

Closes the Box and places in inside my soul, safe and sound forever.

Where oh where does my mind go
Once outside my body if it could
On some impossible dream would flow
Like a meandering brook in the wood

Places I would never agree to journey
With some people I don’t even know
Between fantasy and reality concern me
Far away from my country meadow

Sometimes in a more familiar show
I did know really ask to be part of
Moving too fast or moving too slow
Dancing on a big stage falling in love

When such dreams are lovely and deep
I feel quite content when I awaken
But sometimes in a nightmarish creep
Back down a path I should not have taken