Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

A room full of lush carpets and chairs, heavy cream curtains,
polished oak tables, paintings you would see in a gallery, not a speck of dust to be seen.

In the corner a dark pink plastic packet sat on the floor...

The woman walked into the perfect room in her tight fitting top and perfect pleated pants,, her face showed no feeling, she sat on the edge of the chair.

He walked in behind her and stood looking around, his eyes took in the room and the woman and he studied her face.

walking over to the pink packet he reached inside and pulled out the fluffy bear and the rag doll, walking over to her he lay her down on the chair and cuddled the toys around her, smiling he kissed her forhead and loosened her hair.

He watched her face relax into the joy of a girl and smiled.

The party was in full swing all around were watching the dancing and play,
She walked off and nobody noticed, the dark room was quiet and no one seemed to be there so she wondered inside, the soft curtains fell closed and blocked of the little light that had showed her a tiny room.

Sitting in the corner she closed her eyes and let the peace wash over her, the hum of the party seemed to sooth her soul, and the world was left behind.

She felt His body heat oddly warming, she sensed His hand as He lifted her hair, His breath on her neck making her shiver and her nipples harden, she should be scared because He could not be real nobody had followed her.

He never spoke and she leant back into his arms and melted as He kissed her neck, licked her ear lobe and pulled her hair back to kiss her mouth deeply,
His hands wondered and left fire over her skin, ever so soft and in no rush He brought her to life and melted her.

An hour later and she was taken softly to the curtain, kissed with deep passion and turned round, her bottom smacked and a gentle push and she was outside in the light.

Walking in a daze out into the room her body like liquid silk and her mind in a cloud she did not question and floated to the people who never noticed she had left.

A dream, mmm it had to be...

I look to the sea

and see ships coming in.

Been coming here and sitting on the shore.

Wishing and thinking when can I go.

But what will I do.

Oh be so nice the change.

But my luggage its so heavy.

I best leave it as its not going to be

much use to me there.

The journey owe its so good to breathe in the salt air.

Be so nice with each breathe my pains to disappear.

I escaped your advice and sank into fear.

This was all a illusion.

I have disappeared in to despair

and the ship has long departed.

What will ever become is all in my court.

Who dares wins.

It was only yesterday that incident became an epidemic
I knew shit would hit the fan from all the movies I have rented
When I heard the news I began to collect my family near
And I put them in the attic hidden above my chandelier
Then I removed a portrait of the president hanging from my wall
Where I store enough guns and ammunitions to start a small war
If you knew what my fellow soldiers on domestic lands were training for
Then you would buy beans, bullets, and bandaids every time you hit the store
But theres nothing small about the chaos outside my front door
At first I heard the screaming then it was followed by their moans
And like a herd of turtles stamping through peanut butter they gave chase
Im baffled how these nimrods served themselves up on cold plates
People tend to be very clumsy when they panic its a trip
Dropping keys and falling down like some cheesy horror flick
So like the hare beaten by the tortoise Mr Johnson came in last
He beats his dog when he gets drunk I hope they bite him in his a**
What did I tell you? Mr d*ck Johnson just led them right up to my porch
So I shot him in the leg and I threw the dead a fork
When in a frenzy with my guns a'blazing they were dropping one by one
Then two by threes and threes by fours killing zombies became fun
I was even slashing them and stabbing them as I punched one in the lip
Lost in all of my excitement I failed to see a tooth lodged in my fist
I began to think about my family and all thats yet to come
And almost instantly I felt infection contaminate my blood
So I wrote them my final poem to further express my love
But I kept it short and simple leaving little time for hugs
I first explained that Ive been bitten, but isn't the place to show them fear
Its the time to come together and outlive the undead years
And that I will fight with them as long as I can until the end
But when its time to go I want to be remembered as a man
So a unit we cleared the perimeter and kicked the zombies a**
I handed my poem to my mother and placed a gun inside my fathers hand
Its time to go so lift the barrel to my head and please don't hesitate
I said goodbye and that I love them, I closed my eyes and then a
...BANG !

…."To my loving family please forgive me that I kept you all at bay
I had so many wrinkles to iron out before I could see your face and stand up strait
So fight with bravery and common sense and don't die foolishly like me
And let your bonds become the freedom that brings you joy and peace
Today the world may have changed, but don't let it change the perfect person that you are
And even though Im gone always know Im never far
I should of said this sooner instead of waiting for a zombie apocalypse
But remember all the good times and let the laughter guide your steps"

~ JJF~

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..'

by moon light we ride ten thousand side by side with swords drawn held high our maces and armour shine hail too thee our infantry brave into the grave all sworn the eternal vow the time too strike is now kill kill kill gone are the days when freedom shone now blood and steel meet bone in the battles way the sands of time will shade how proud our stand with mace and chain in hand sound the charge into glory ride over the top of the vanguished pride victory victory victory we crossed a starlit sky no space no time heavy loss men die

Sending love and tons of hugs

Dressed in black silk, with a mask covering his face,
his amazing eyes seemed to reach inside my skin and begin to heat my blood, his one hand reached out and lifted my chin, the other reached behind my neck and I felt his fingers sliding into my hair, gripping my head and holding me still.

He stood like that for what seemed like hours looking into my soul, I felt my pulse it raced from my neck down between my breasts, my blood like liquid gold pooled lower.

The smells around me became richer, the sounds faded, the wall behind me felt hard and cool and I could not remember moving.

I was sooo going to enjoy my gift....

They are among us..
You brush against them
on a public street
You share the water fountain
with them at your work
They sit in the stands at your
sons little league game
Even your pastor may conceal
his identity behind a mysterious
smile
Yet, an unsuspecting society goes
about its business unaware of its
inevitable and total subjugation of..
The Gray People
To date ,the only witness allegedly
to have actually encountered a Gray
was found drowned in a giant vat of
tomato soup along with a half eaten
grill cheese sandwich still stuffed in
his mouth
But there are other stories of mysterious
disappearances which the government
refuses to disclose to the general public
We only know that the local water somehow
tastes strangely different and a select group
of women have given birth to infants with
oddly shaped eyes
I, have even found myself gazing at the stars
And offering up hotdogs from a late night
cook out to whatever strange alien or diety
that is pulling our souls into its unstopable
vortex
This morning, I awoke to a quiet and sleepy
town shuffling through the streets like drugged
zombies
Even Mary Sue, my highschool sweetheart was
among the bedazed morning walkers and
although she usually abhorred my presence
was magically kind this eerie morning
For me this invasion had taken a turn for
the better as I then began to call upon
all the girls who had jilted me and persuaded
them to make restitution
Yes, I guess you could say that I have
become spokesman for the Gray People
We mean you no harm and it is useless
to resist us
Join us my friends and we shall conquer
the world!

Goddess drawn on paper angel of light in the darkest strangest place. A temporary spirit often confused with heavens race. Trapped in a picture a story of magic dreams and even gental grace. A recycled flower poisoned by lifes changing moments and rainy days. A goddess always written in that same old way. Well its time to rewrite the page.