Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

World-weary,
Eyes teary,
The Wizard
Casts the Last
Enchantment.
Merlin in his
Final hour
Coming down
Now, from his
Tower, making
Passes with his
Hands, magic
Trailing, as he
Stands, now,
And the world
Fades, he is
Now but a
Shade, haunting
This magic
Forest glade.

In the light
Of the standing
Stones, Gawain
Reminisces
About days
Of Glory old,
All alone.
Round Table
Broken, now,
Knights dispersed
Without the Grail,
The land is cursed.
Lancelot and his
Misdeed, have hexed
The crown and
Planted the seed
Of corruption in
The lands heart.

Arthur, Mordred,
Locked in battle,
And Morgana
Laughing, waiting
For the Wizard,
Who never comes.
The soul of England
Sleeping, waiting
For the Return of
The Wizard of Avalon,
The end, suspended,
Within the bubble
Of the Last
Enchantment.
Waiting, for the
Return of Merlin.

Green tile, red trim and oaken door
Tired feet, I'll travel no more.
The inn it calls my name this eve
I'm to bed, the day to grieve.

Another world of unicorns and castles,
Errant knights and serfs and vassals.
Not business plans or adjudications,
The land of Faerie minus frustrations.

'Tis high adventure to rescue the Queen,
A noble quest, if you know what I mean.
Beauty and contest, tumble and joust,
Sell your soul to Mephisto like Faust.

The Age of Reason kills complete the soul
Mechanism of degradation, swallowing whole.
Where may we pioneer in our spirits need,
Beyond soulless engineering and greed?

The final frontier is our imagination,
Far away yet right behind our eyes.
Open your mind and perhaps you will find
A universe of joy and daily surprise.

A well I approach
I get there and look in.
Darkness pure darkness
As my eyes adjust I can finally see
A light shining like the sun
A image glistening in the water.
Beautiful so very beautiful
This image is tantalizing my every thought
Tickling my brain
I try to leave but can not
My brain is warped and I am stuck
Amazed by what it is I see.
I refuse to stay here forever
Is what I keep telling my self
While my will power builds and builds
Hour after hour after hour after hour.
Finally I am able
To free my self from this well
Only then did I realize
I was staring at my reflection.

A galleon On the sea three masts high, the crows nest flies a crested flag, bears her home land thats sent her abroad, a toiled 15th century, the hold's locked by key, the bow's adorned in carved sensual identity, prevailing winds fill her sails, clustered choral's darken blue, the edge of the world's somewhere's away, faustino rouge of spanish port away now five eighty days . . . . . . . . . .

In my dreams.
Keep you in my dreams.
In my dreams.
Keep you in my dreams.

Last night I laid down,
I saw visions of you.
Before I closed my eyes,
Your sight, your smell,
I knew it was you.
There you were standing,
A vision to behold.
Tears ran down my face,
I cried, you cried,
Scenes started to fold.

In my dreams.
Keep you in my dreams.
In my dreams.
Keep you in my dreams.

I woke up knowing,
That never were you real.
My heart sunk in my chest,
I tried, you lied,
How was I to feel?
I knew I must go on,
Can`t live in fantasy.
I knew I would miss you,
Your taste, your touch,
Would shape reality.

In my dreams...I feel I know you.

Your face, your touch,
I must, keep you in my dreams.
Your smile, too much,
But I need you, in my dreams.

In the darkest corners of my heart,
I need you, to be real.
I can`t forever live in the dark,
If it`s me that you really feel.
Surely, if you can feel me,
Then I must exist.
Even if you can`t see,
Look at how you try to resist.

In my dreams.---------Your face, your touch,
Keep you in my dreams-I must keep you in my dreams
In my dreams.---------Your smile, too much,
Keep you in my dreams-But I need you in my dreams.

OH HOW THE DAY GOES BY
LIKE WIND THROUGH THE SUMMER SKY
NEARING 30 YRS OF AGE
THE END OF A CHAPTER
THE BEGINNING OF A PAGE
OH HOW THE DAYS GO BY
LIKE A MOONLIT NIGHT ABOVE STREETLIGHTS
WILL THE DAYS FOREVER LAST
FIND THE ONE WITH THE HOUR GLASS
WHAT IS A POEM. WHO DOES KNOW?
I THINK IT TIME FOR ME TO GO

Through the time we spent as stoic figures,
Resting on cement legs that restricted motion,
And emotion a play of figures dancing in circles
With shadows joining the dance,
Monotony,
Her fragile frailty,
Outstretched arms to mobility,
I am her golden coin among the silver,
Yet dull with wear and time,
A dream last night that led me to believe
I should hide,
Behind your blue eyes,
The doors that wasted life,
Behind your blue eyes,
The strife of epic stories and conversations,
I am tangled in this pattern,
Just the momentary bliss,
A kiss that leads you to distant deserts
Where we haunt ourselves with thirst,
I am this patient hold on the edge of your mind,
Keeping you from torture,
In teeth that will not resist,
I am bruised,
I am broken,
I am the last you ever kissed

my world is your world but whose world is whose we search for treasure we search for gold and all else the world holds when time stands the world slows showing signs of age

The flutter of a flute
listen to it fly
passing all by
floats through the sky
boundlessly high
till the clouds pass my eye
as i flutter by
slicker than butter I fly
strolling like that guy
maybe more
dare you know

She drained the life right out of me
I wanted her so bad call it curiosity
With eyes so dark and a face so cold
She will not speak a word I think she's on hold

She says a few words to me once in awhile
She hardly blinks much not even a smile
She turns her back to me then drinks from a vile
She then tastes my blood that is her style

Now that she knows that i'm under her spell
When I look into her eyes it's like a bottemless well
I feel like i'm floating when we began to kiss
Her black hair and eyes I can't resist

No other girl could ever compare
Her eyes lock in on me I know that stare
Slowly I began to feel my cloths start to tear
I think really likes me extremly rare

Now the time has come to pass
I feel her teeth sink in like liquid glass
Oh! this could be better than any man's dream
I look up to my death and I hear myself scream!!