Last Commented Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (811)

Who am I? many would claim.

Since many find their hearts disdain.

some call me Parker after Spiderman?

do they know that both are Batman?


Some call me Magneto for my Magnetic Plan.

But I would still fall as being Batman.

For One day both my parents would pass away.

I will realize that their graves are meters away.

Since they made a son so unique.

And grandchildren so to speak.

but bats would call me with their squeak.

Sunshine through my window
Thought you'd left me in the night
Waved goodbye at twilight
My heart sank with you in the west
Before sleep I watched and caressed
You kissed treetops, and lit roof tops
And promised Spring as lovers
Hanging hopes on breeze did cling
And feathered soft dawn choir did sing
Sunshine peering in my soul
I look toward an open sky
Empty save for a songbird on high
My senses fill with jasmine plume
Breathing life from Winter's doom
Rising where the angels flew
Setting on earth was Eden knew
Blood red heaven as sunset dies
One day a resurrection lights the skies
And sunshine smiles and rainbows cry

A quiet stare feels so real
Every time I think of you
Because in my heart reveal
A simple dream come true

A longing I will always feel
A presence I always knew
On my heart there is a seal
Only to be opened by you

Let me find a way to say
Everything will find a way
Need to come home today
Love can no longer stray

Searched so long to find
One love will be revived
Imagined you in my mind
That is how I survived

Is love so rarely true
Now alive and forever stay
Out of the cold stone blue
A face made of sculpted clay

The Robot wrote a poem - and got it wrong;-
(There was no feeling) - the algorithm,
The verse, and the meter (like a bad song)
Rang rough on the inner ear - unholy schism!
(T'was meant to tell how human hearts belong).
There was no passion; - music less its rhythm;-
Like Frankenstein; - Poetry without a Soul,-
Could not the inner light of people fool.

The boffins programmed a chip of silicone,
With fuzzy logic, and with mathematics;-
(And it's verse rang on the senses; - a weight of stone).
"Hooray" the scientists cried (in tones ecstatic)
"Now those who read this will feel less alone.
Who needs poets? - they're known to be erratic;-
We've got this thing down pat; - the Robot taught;-
And reduced all human love to ones and naughts."



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The winds that howl in my ear

Oh do not slay me in my sins

My mother says be calm my dear

It's no good for my fear begins

 

The winds are now extremely strong

Over the town the dark nights lay

Oh I doubt I'll live for very long

Oh save me! Stop the winds I pray

 

We tried to keep our strength and power

It was not possible to keep our balance

We struggled towards the old grey tower

The winds seemed to have many talents

 

It tossed us here and there

I'd never felt so depressed before

It tossed us high up in the air

We came down with a smack against the floor

 

My mother lay silently there

The winds were satisfied for what they had done

They didn't know how much I cared

But now the war had just begun

 

I stood up in the mighty winds

I asked " why take it out on my mother?"

I said, " It was me who had sinned"

And my older brother

 

The winds roared out " I know my child"

"But it wouldn't have ment much to you dying"

The winds suddenly stopped from being wild

I lent over my mother and burst out crying

 

I could not let her die on her own

I pulled out my knife from my pocket

I saw the God upon His thrown

I plunged it into His heart socket

 

Before He died He said He was a friend

Darkness fell it was so silent

I knew the world was at an end

It was because of me, I was so violent

 

I had killed the Almighty God

If only I had done what He had said

The world would not be a piece of sod

And the people would not be dead


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Streaks of pink and gold in the sky
Sparkling silver intricate spider webs
As the shining sun bids night goodbye
Waking the inhabitants from their beds

Songs drifting from high in the trees
While the Fairies bathed in the dewdrops
Glitters like bright diamonds on gossamer wings
Green frogs on lily pads hopped

Spirits were high as the new day began
Clean and fresh promising everything anew
Colorful dragon and butterflies flitted over the land
Sipping the nectar of the colorful flowered jewels

Sprinkling on each a touch of fairy dust mist
Yellow Buttercups, Pansies, Roses and Violets
Giving each of them a light kiss
Then flying on through the golden sunlight

Another day in the Glen had begun
Bringing a new promise from the morning sun.

I leave the Castle late at night
Looking for you I have to fight.
My Armor all shiny and new
Looking for adventure,
Trying to find you.....

Pail of water,
Where is Jill?,
Jack got some magic beans for sale?,
Someone show me a wishing well,
What happened to the fairy tales...?,
See I remember when that
Humpty Dumpty
Was picking up pieces,
Little Bo Peep
Was chasing her sheep
And Goldilocks
Was locked up with the
Three bears sleeping,
What happened to the fairy tales
I used to believe in?
What happened to the fairy tales,
Seems nobody reads them,
They sit upon the library shelves and
Few ever see them,
And new generations have nothing to believe in,
Tell me what happened to the fairy tales...,
What happened to my fairy tale...?

From writer to reader
How would I know what to say
I know you're looking for something
But how to be carried away

For I'm not talented
No major breakthrough words around the bend
From writer to reader
I'm only made of paper and pen

Perhaps I could slay a dragon
Or do you have a video game
I could travel out west in a covered wagon
But old tv shows tell me I should refrain

Who am I to take lessons
And study the art of it all
I'll just keep writing and guessing
I'm talking to more than just a wall

It's just a mediocre example
Could of had a much better end
From writer to reader
I'm only made of paper and pen

Once upon a time there lived a boy
Who was groomed to become a prince,
Get married and live happily ever since

That story took the wrong course
There is more to it than
A bunch of lies in a pool of pain
No purpose to dwell, regret or to blame
The fairy tale fell apart
Leaving a girl with a broken heart
The boy destined to become a prince
Turned into a frog
And chose to live in a swamp ever since

When an appetizer of fried frogs legs
Is served to you in a restaurant
Beware they may belong to a prince
Who lived his life with a broken heart