Most Liked Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

For i see today
that my life is
not to be the way
i wish it to be.
I sit here and
wish that it was
so, but know that
is not the way
i am to go.
I think to myself
what is next for
me all i have to
do is dream it
true but reality
is different you
see it's not what
is reality for
you or me.

Once upon a very long time ago....
In an ancient fantasy realm,
An island with 2 royal and their retainers,
Looking for a well hidden magical treasure,
Duke Ondos of WinterWonderland,
And Lady WeeWee of Windyhearts.
On a sandy beach a castle rest,
Built by Master
Elo69,
with the help of Master Odette67.
The day so hot,
They jump into water...
Lady WeeWee in royal bikini and her consort Sir Ondos in trunk armor.
Spit and splash they play,
Like children of rotten brats!
And then the sky darken...
Claps of thunder with lightning meet ,
Frighten were they and scurry they go,
Screaming to shelter against the forces of Nature!
But more was to come in this poetic saga...
Fill with twists and plots will bring you laughter,
And many more actor will come to pass,
Along this intriguing rom-com path.
....To be Continued

From the distance horizon a black vessel came,
No ship of sail could match her speed,
As if by magic ,she landed with ease.
Neither sirens nor beasts was seen,
But a group of men with 2 powerful women tag team,
Lady Soulgoddess a magician ,and Lady ClticPt12 a Cleric
with honour guards and their Clumsy leader Capt.Kickit22. adjusting his baggy brigga too lose,
Among the shadows of the forest they peep,Just when Sir Ondos wet his girlish balls shield,
And expose their hideout to these strangers,
Lady Soulgoddess with her musical voice, wave her hand,
And in an instant they all stood before them break dancing!,
She spoke with mischief in her eyes while lady Celtic gave a lazy smile,
'By order of Poetno1,We have come to take you to the Kingdom of Macduff!'
You have no choice!'
With that lady WeeWee gave out a loud gas! That shriek capt. Kickit22 into a chicken dance! To be continued...

Tis a tale I must tell for all who will listen
Did happen some time in the dim distant past
This man that came from none knew where
By name introduced as Thomas Geoffrey Last

Clothes that he wore marked him better than most
A man one might say of a station most high
Many weapons of war round his body he wore
For this man peace would not easily pass by

Now it so happened that right at this time
A creature so fierce roamed this countryside fair
Many a warrior had died by it's claws
Tracking this mighty beast back to it's lair

Out went the call that the King would reward
Of this creature most foul his Kingdom to free
Land and gold and titles most grand
And his daughter's hand, a worthy prize all agree

One by one, these men so brave, out they rode
Crowds cheering, trumpets blowing and banners flying
So young, so confident, with stars in their eyes
One by one, out in the forest these men were dying

Gloom settled as the truth became known
That so many had died and none could defeat
This vile creature who had grown ever so bold
Was there no-one who could this beast unseat

Up stepped this man, Thomas Geoffrey Last
For half the Kingdom and the Princess' hand
He would ride forth, guarantee the result
This beast he would not his onslaught withstand

Out he rode at dawn's first light
No crowds, no banners, no trumpets blowing
Behind barred doors and shuttered windows
Despair in this Kingdom had been slowly growing

As the sun rode high in the noonday sky
Sounds so fierce from forest drifted
Out from the forest the stranger rode
In his left hand a head he lifted

None would he tell what transpired that day
That the beast was dead there was no doubting
Word quickly spread and all came to see
Lining the streets cheering and shouting

Thomas Geoffrey Last settled down
With the Princess and half the Kingdom
Legend tells they lived in peace
He ruled with kindness and wisdom

Sometimes I wake in a dream hoping that this world becomes real.
With every extension of the hand I grasp but I cannot feel.
It’s like casting a line and nothing comes up when you reel.
Riding on the steed of adventure in this paradox.
Constellations above glare in witness to the showdown between tiger and ox.
The cemented sun dial’s shadow constitutes the absence of time.
Everything in this box from summits high to canyon’s deep is mine.
But what I search for I cannot find.
Cursed must be this sight for I must be blind.
The mind empty graves as old schemes resurrect.
Weary is ambition as this soul digests regret over failed prospect.
What good are words when there’s no one else to share dialect?
In creation imagination chose one thing to neglect.
Absent be the one who this heart holds so dear.
Without you this world is evidently barren and bare.

Mc Bain Sammy

The spell had been cast..
Nothing could be done.
For three decades Shamlock
warriors had tried to breach
the walls of Cafe castle which
was four day's journey from
Shamlock
Time and again the knight's of
Cafe castle had foiled their
attacks, yet The king of
Shamlock was determined to
rid the land of all competition
for procuring instruments of
war.
The iron mines were completely
controlled by the elite guard
of Cafe castle..
They were the hand picked
immortals known as the
Bronzemen of Stone Valley..
Klotch, the trecherous wizzard
of Shamlock, had seemingly been
successful in bringing about a
curse on the workers in the iron
mines by controlling the behaviour
of the indiginous cave bats.
At peak work hours the bats would
go into a violent attack mode and
disrupt the mining progress..
The wizzard was seen appearing and
dissappearing along the canyon clift's
while a horde of bats swirled around
his velvet robe.
The Bronzemen reported these strange
happening's to the king of Cafe castle
and the king took his chief advisor's
into his chamber..
After a few day's of deliberation the
king and the Bronzemen had come to a
unified conclusion.
Cafe castle must call upon it's own
famed wizzard to confront Klotch.
They must call upon Manglelegion,
the most feared wizzard in the land~

Was in the wrong place at the wrong time
To be in the bank the day they held it up
Now I'm no hero, a coward if truth was known
So I kept a low profile, stayed at the back

Maybe that was my mistake, I was too obvious
Or so they thought, as a gun pointed at me
In fright I dropped straight to the ground
Was the second mistake I should not have made

I heard a sound, was loud in my ears
It was the sound of a handgun firing
At first I thought that I was all right
Then agonising waves of pain hit me

Screaming I heard loud and clear
Was wondering, then realised it was me
All around me the light was fading
Was this the end of life for me

Time had passed, it might be centuries
Or it might be just the beat of a heart
There I stood, I don't know where
But with nothing but fog all around

As I looked around the fog slowly lifted
Behind me the road stretched away into the distance
To the left and right there was nothingness
And before me stood a massive steel bridge

Slowly I approached it and looked down
It seemed to span a bottomless ravine
With some trepidation I stepped on to the bridge
As I did a bright light lit up on the other side

I stopped in fear but the light never moved
Steadily it blazed like a guiding beacon
What on the other side was waiting for me
Heaven or Hell, which would it be

How long I stood there I have no idea
The concept of time was meaningless here
My future, I knew, was over there
A heavy sigh, I set my feet towards the light

You should be behind my eyes
And see the world as I do
All these things that were so bad
They no longer matter

All this pain that I've gone through
My inside outside twisted
The memories that sharply bite
These purple pills have eased them

I'm ready now to walk the streets
And go back to living
So let me out, unlock the door
Restore to me my freedom

Why is it that you stonily stare
So cold and aloof
Hiding behind your white doctor's coat
No words of comfort given

So let me out I beg of you
I have regained my sanity
No more will people stare and say
He's non compos mentis

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.

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Darkened summer night
Great flying circle in sky
Beam me up Scotty