Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

I lay on my back and smile
The sun's warmth is upon me

Below shade of a great oak tree
I take my place and close my eyes
The noon hour light pierces the clouds
And shines through in plenty

I imagine
Though easily I could look
Those diaphanous white ribbons-
Sunbeams hung upon the clouds

Which, as if suspended
Weightless in the air-
In that Ethereal liquid-
Hang down from the heavens
To drift across the earth

I woke one morning to the sun on me and the sound of birds singing in the trees outside my room.
Something seemed, felt different and I was confused.
It seemed as if almost danger was in a corner looming.
Waiting to pounce.
I open my eyes and try to focus to see if there was something wrong.
Oh no it cannot be. I am not at all amused.
I break into tears. The birds even have stopped their song.
How can this be? I jump out of bed and run to the mirror.
And it is me. Eight years old.
Confused and sad.
For the life I had dreamed was gone.
All the living, caring, sharing I had.
Gone.
My tears were tears of loss.
Now I will start a new.

lay you down on pillows of ice next to dreams and good advice was i in your mind in your soul feeling your heart you was mine forever and in dreams we would dance a liquid dance of life fallen beond what is wrong and right

Today I saw an eagle flying high in the sky
as I was hanging out my washing to dry.
I wondered which way he was heading
as I put the pegs in my bedding.
Maybe he is looking for the river mouth
in that case he must be heading south.
How wonderful it would be to be able to fly
to take off and soar so high in the sky.
Over mountains and round mystic river bends
I'd travel the world visiting my friends.
You'd see me hovering over their house
I'd be still and as quiet as a mouse.
Then with a wave and a flutter of my wings
I'd be off to check out other things.
Twisting and turning with the breeze
I am drifting and floating with ease.
Soaring high under the fluffy clouds
what a joy to be away from the crowds,
I close my eyes, I'm in a trance.
Oops! what was that ? I've hit a branch.
No! No! I open my eyes and look around
all my pegs are on the bloody ground.

The hot air from my mouth to warm up suits me
My soul empty of all that surrounds me
Despairs me a little longer on the streets where
This continuous cold city without knowing my paradigm
I feel as weak as the leaves of the season
The fall with a single blow behold, my revolt
Becomes useless, inappropriate, out of time trying
Just one more time to feel good shovel company
But these alternatives are ground drag my
Body without raising the legs as if
You drag a corpse can barely hear the taunts
Society lost the city, visually
No longer detect my way where only dazzles
Two wells of disquiet emerge by which
A shimmering light through two lenses
Show me the landscape is breathtaking.

Thoughts of Jerôme Kaspovic

through lines in pictures of pages of books its our imagination lets make believe lets find our world blue fire red rivers poison trees its our imagination our world lets make believe lets find our dreams and make it reality

I coil, spring and launch myself,
Go soaring through the starlit sky.
On landing, launch again because,
It feels so good to almost fly.

The only sound my breathing with,
My dust in silent clouds behind,
Up to hilltops, down in valleys,
As the kilometers unwind.

Falling in surreal slow motion,
Then landing light as blooms in spring.
Sailing without boat or current,
A feeling unlike anything.

Can't come soon enough to suit me,
And always ending much too soon,
There's no way to feel unhappy,
When your're cavorting on the moon.

There is a spirit running thru me.
A guided woman of the land you see.
She was born of blood so pure.
An Indian maiden of a time unsure.
She did not seem to age at all.
Answered only to natures call.
No bonds of the white man was for her.
She ran free like the Takuskanskan.
With just the wind to guide her for all her time.
I share her passion for how she lived.
I share her strength for what the land had to give.
Two women so much alike.
Separated by years and by lands tears.
We had it all to give.
And with each gift we lost a part.
Of what is known as the Indian heart.
Here I stand I can feel it all.
I can here the sound of the natures call.
The beating of my caged heart,
Can feel the Indian maiden that was my start.

she is beautiful like an angel from the sky is this love i feel tonight who is this angel i see before me her beautiful eyes skin of gold yellow hair like the sun such beauty i fall to my knees just to see this angel trying to kill me this forbidden fruit is my end until the sun shines again i die just to live

Once upon a time,
far far away,
it lived sad and lonely
and wept every day.

Sad because it was lonely,
lonely for it was the only
Unicorn that was born
with more than one horn.

The other Unicorns taunted,
they teased, and they scorned
the sad, lonely horse
for having more than one horn.

The sad, lonely horse
couldn't feel much worse.
So, it galloped off to yonder.
Where it went...

...hmm...

...I wonder...