Most Liked Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

When you were a child
I was In your dreams,
Within your peaceful night
I dwelt within your scenes.
You saw my darkened majesty
But never did you fear,
Love was In your heart
You cried Love's own tear.
Now you are no child
I have come to you,
Your Love Is still the same
It Is ever true.
I wonder If you still see
The child who Loved the night,
Who loved her Dark Angel
Who saw within him light.
Shall you ever be
The child who watched the moon,
Who had a Loving heart
Who lived In Love's cocoon.
Your dream has come true
Your heart's Love shall ever run,
Ever your heart touched with Love
Your Dark Man he Is come.

Like a mysterious figure in some James Bond
novel he lurks in the shadows in a big
city pulling the brim of his hat tightly
over his brow
In the pouring rain he emerges from some dank
alley way black trench coat making him nearly
impervious to sight
He flicks the stub of a thin cigar onto the
shimmering wet sidewalk illuminated by the
nights city lights
He hails a taxi and disappears in the heart
of the city
In a penthouse with a view overlooking the city
she sprays a dab of perfume about her neck and
wrists
In the throes of nervous anticipation she paces
her lavish terrace staring intently at the city
lights below
A gust of wind mixed with rain lifts her transparent
evening wear exposing her modelesque shape
She reenters the plush carpeted penthouse and pours
herself a stiff drink
With every ping of the elevator she darts to the door
and keeping chain firmly in position she surveys every
male figure emerging into the hallway
She had never met this illusive stranger except in her
fantasies and day dreamed heavily upon the reputation
that preceded him
No one knew where he came from no more than they could
judge the wind
But the ladies about town had plenty of talk about him and the
sheer mystique merely fueled their passions to a fever pitch
Then suddenly.. a knock on the door and she cautiously parts
the door a few inches
'It must be him she thinks.!' He's not saying a word.'
It was said that if he spoke once that would be enough.'
'Who are you she asked? Are you the one I'm to see?'
'I mean.. she nervously quizzes. What is your name?
A long silence.
Then more silence.
Then came those trademark few words of his.
He said..
'I am the yummy man.'

There's something in the Stars
It doesn't have to be so far
To capture the sparkle of a ball burning bright
It's not hard to wonder at an ever glowing light

There's something in the Stars you see
Ponder a Star and you will agree
Just look up at them and see what I mean
Magic in the glimmer and the sheen

Cast your love inside the Stars tonight
I told you there was something there all right
Maybe it's the love or the magic that's in you
We all have a universe of Stars inside us too

Each and every Star holds something really special
Something awesome that takes you to a new level
Beautiful and wonderful, so awesome to revel
Basking in the transcendent light
Believe in love on a Starry night

Now dazzle at a Star if nothing seems to faze you
Knowing that a single Star has the ability to amaze you

"Imaginary Friend”
“Hi Tom, how’s it going?”, I said to myself
As I picked up a book from an old wooden shelf.
“Not bad” said a voice that was not really there.
“Glad to hear” I responded while grabbing a chair.
I sat down alone and I started to read;
Not a page had I turned, when I heard Tom’s faint plead:
“Get up! Let’s go walk, or discuss something fun”
Only I wouldn’t leave ‘till my reading was done.
Now Tom was insistent, he pestered me yet,
“Take a break, don’t be dull; we’re best friends, don’t forget.”
Once again, I ignored him, I picked up my book,
In life’s game of chess, he then called me a rook.
Making faces to bug me, and causing frustration,
At last I yelled out, “You’re just my imagination!”
“God help me,” he said, “have you lost all your mind?
I think all this stress has made your thoughts unwind.
Now Stephen, I want you to know this is true,
Already I’ve had this discussion with you.
The one who’s imaginary is not me;
Suzanne Salmon

The old wizard Manglelegion made his way up
the spiral stone stairs with torch in hand.
Only he knew the secret of the three maidens
from the village of Emerald valley.
The war with the Java tribe had dragged on
for two years and had it not been for the wise
military council of the three maidens of Emerald
valley Cafe castle would have surely fallen to
the barbarians.
In the war the nobleman had lost their prize general
La Steel Doyle in a pitched battle for control of
the high ground.
But the gentry had summoned from the ranks of royal
blood the daughters of famed warriors who had been
taught the fine art of war by their heroic fathers.
The red headed steely blue eyed Shaveen Forest was
successful in penetrating behind the enemy lines and
securing vital information which was central to discovering
key plans in Java tactics.
Manglelegion slipped the gold key into the thick door lock
and entered a cob webbed chamber which was forbidden for any
to enter save he and the king.
The two other warrior maidens, Tammy Peers, and Lacy Waters
had secured their fame when they through some extraordinary
maneuver routed and entire legion of Java barbarians into the
desert where the whole Java legion was destroyed by the elite
knights.
After that the Java council had vowed to destroy the maidens
of Emerald valley but the maidens had mysteriously disappeared.
Manglelegion enters the small dusty chamber which housed a
a single wooden chest.
He pauses for a moment looking over his shoulder for any
would be onlookers.
He puts a special key in the chest lock and immediately the
room is engulfed with a green mist.
Manglelegion opens the lid and beholds three rag dolls flopped
innocently within the cushioned chest.
Then the great wizard begins a mystical chant which bring
the three dolls to life.
'Rise Shaveen, rise Tammy, Rise Lacy!'
The rag dolls sat up and gave noble and grateful stares
to Manglelegion.
In the course of the battle with the Java tribe and in
order to protect the maiden warriors from capture the
wizard Mangelion had cast a spell and turned the three
maidens into rag dolls.
The king would have Manglelegion resurrect the dolls in
order to have them council him and the generals of the
knights on military matters.
At the kings banquet Mangelion would place the dolls on a mantle near the king.
The dolls would hear all that pertained to military matters
and the name of the chief maiden warrior was engraved on
the shield of every knight which they proudly
dubbed..The Shaveen Shield.

my words,wild and weird,singing
soul forest,ocean spirit and shamanic
Moody,capricious,transient ,ironic
in the land of fantasy,living...
words,your delicate features,designing
sensual morning,abyss,link,chanting
our breath so silky at dawn ..
beauty of silence lightening
the magic of words to come...

I wear the mask of skeletal fear,
The glory of man's raiment I wear.
Behind the mask I cry my tear,
My hurts I do never share.

The spirit In the mask does walk,
Around the people gathered there.
Listening carefully to all the talk,
That floats through the happy air.

The hand of death no maiden fears,
As I do take them by the hand.
I'll take them on a dance of years,
Around this hall stately and grand.

They do not see the burning eyes,
That look out through the ghastly mask.
Yet I am one from paradise,
who goes upon my deathly task.

We waltz with majesty and grace,
We float across the open floor.
Your light of Love does light our space,
You open up my own heart's door.

We leave the hall stand on the stair,
You are In the midst of dream.
You remove the mask with gentle care,
Oh My God! your final scream.

What horrors a mask can hide,
Be careful when life's music Is played.
My true face I must always hide,
I must forever Live my Masquerade.

And In the night I saw two burning eyes descend,
My Life, shall It now come to an end.

A Lord of Dark, he has come to me,
His darkened glory I plainly see.

Come my Lord, clear Into my sight,
Within the nights dimmest light.

Words are spoken his Love dives In,
Let such a night of Love begin.

Oh Shadrach Hah you are Veronique's dream,
Go join her In Love's own sweet scene.

You want to lay me down on a bed of silk
Il give you honey milk,

Golden strands sweep across your hardened chest baby ill do my best

The rest is there for the taking. Sweet music we make.

Lost in rhythm we dance,


The drums beat harder. In a trance

My body giving you quivers sending me shivers

My sweet wine tongue intoxicating as you quench my thirst

Honey milk on a bed of silk golden strands your darkness in my hands

You surrender on a bed of silk.
..
By peach.

Death is standing at your door
Through watery eyes he looks
Tissue from his black robes brings
And dripping sound of running nose

As he breathes a rattle you hear
So hollow and horrid from his chest
And then what sounds like a racking cough
With his ribs clanging together

Terror struck you stand there
Not knowing what to do
Here is Death, he's come for you
It's time for your life to end

But in your heart compassion sways
As you invite him in
A hot toddy with rum laced
And honey to sweeten taste

Gratefully he slowly sips
And the cough it seems to ease
Gradually his former self
Out of the wretchedness appears

You're ready now to go with Death
You've made peace with yourself
As you tell him that you will go
From his robes a book he pulls

Through the pages he quickly flips
And stops at a name that's you
With pen he writes, then shows to you
'For kindness shown live til 93'

Without a word he turns around
And into night dissapears
Your life's been spared, many years more
And you are a man of barely 23