Most Liked Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

I SEE THE SHADOWS DANCE
AS SHE MOVES CLOSER TO ME...
I CAN SEE THE LUST UPON HER FACE
AND SHE WAS OF MY DREAMS...

BEAUTY... MY SOUL IS IN FLAMES
THE PASSIONS WHICH BURNS INSIDE...
I FEEL AS IF I HAD DIED
IN THE BURNING DEPTHS OF ETERNITY...

I LAY AWAKE WITHIN THE NIGHT
HER KISSES CARESSED MY FLESH...
BUT, I KNOW WHAT TRUELY LURKS WITHIN.
I KNOW THIS MUST BE A TEST...

TO THE DEPTHS OF AN INNER DREAM
SHE TAKES WHATS LEFT OF MY SOUL...
FOR, I KNOW THE DEPTHS OF HER IMPURITIES.
THEY LIE DEEP INSIDE HER WICKED GLOW...

I CAN FEEL THE FEAR
BUT EXCITEMENT TAKES ME WHOLE...
I KNOW THAT SHE IS EVIL
AND SHE HAS COME TO TAKE ME HOME...

I SUFFER WITH MY ADDICTIONS OF HER,
SUFFERING IS THE DARKEST OF TRUTHS...
POSSESSED... TO THE BITTER END
FROM THE EVIL THAT IS DUE...

I'M TORMENTED BY THE WAY SHE FEEDS
BURYING THE LIGHT, SO DEEP WITHIN...
UNTIL... AT LAST! I'M DEAD INSIDE,
CONSUMED BY HER BURNING SIN...

SEDUCTIONS... THIS TEMPTATION,
THE OBSESSIONS THAT UNFOLD...
UNLEASHING AN INNER DEMON,
THIS NIGHT HAD GROWN SO COLD...

A year on........
Once again, the Viking stood by the open window space,
Watching the Valkries ride the clouds against a thunder black sky, locked in a deathly race.
The darkness that is Myrkewood, in the corner lurked, darker black on shadow black,
He reached up, swung shutter shut and covered with heavy cloth curtain sack,
Wolf....Regarded him with worried eyes,
The wind now picking up, beginning to whistle from previous gentle sighs,
Behind Vikings' deep blue eyes, a darkening mood, a darkening colour, as black, as Myrkewood black......
That matched the stormy skies.
He thought of his son, regarded faithful Wolf, the position of himself,
The Sword, Golden Shield, and Silver Battle Axe, that started to rattle on the high wall shelf,
That rattled more and more every time his son came near,
Yes.....All too soon his son would be grown, these battle hardened relics own....
He wiped at an unseen threatening tear,
A slight wetness transferred to the back of his hand,
His mind went back unwillingly to that foreign land,
That is Now and yet.....Another time, another place.
Wolf....Whimpered in sympathy,
The shadow black of Myrkewood now reflected in Vikings' eyes and face,
Wolf's whimper changing too, to a low almost inaudible howl.....
Bared teeth, then.....Full blown growl,
Viking reached out, stroked his head, calm now, both immersed in a pool of empathy.
Both had been.....Both had seen,
And now....So that Odin will not the Viking berate,
He must, as promised educate......
His son....Odin's son, will learn all as Viking will truthfully relate.
He wished he didn't have to.....Not yet....
Not Yet!
But then........On the great Lodge door......
The first gentle knock.....
So....to this chapter.....Another small part in the story, forerunner, to the inevitable epic outcome that is Ragnorok......
An event that will shake Valhalla, Heaven and Earth.......To it's very core!

The animal i would choose to be,
Is the animal locked away in me.
A lonesome wolf on desolate plains,
with fur and fang and fearsome tales.

A fighter, for what I find is true,
A thinker, to observe whats new.
My speed is fast to catch my prey,
I hunt at night and sleep by day.

But when it comes to being nice,
Other people are my vice.
for lonesome is my way to be,
and all those humans,
just try to kill me.

I need not be right by might
Or win by cunning evil
Nor slither or hide under rocks
Or swim the ocean deeply
To run the plains I'll leave to you
Or through the trees swinging
So small that I'll cause you pain
Or that damned infernal itching
All these things and many more
I really have no interest
For me to soar the skies so high
To fly like an eagle
I'd slowly circle all around
And watch the world below me
You would look in amazement up
And wish that you'd be flying

This story, as all these type of stories begin, happened once upon a time, in a land far, far away. It is almost lost in the mists of time. There lived a Miller and, as far as Millers went, he was not a bad fellow. His only vice, if you could call it that, was that he was rather fond of a drink and at every opportunity he enjoyed one, or more.

He did not own his own mill but leased it from the King. Not that this stopped him from being jolly. He was rather round and laughed most of the time. He was jollier still when he was imbibing.

The only bane in his life was his daughter. She was fat and to be truthful rather ugly. Now you might say that saying this is not nice, well, if she stood next to a donkey’s behind the only way you could tell them apart was that the donkey has a tail. Her chin had multiple chins and her face was covered with pustules and her upper lip had the makings of a great moustache.

I should also mention that she was lazy. Lazy is actually an understatement. She was loathe to leave her bed, except when it came to eating. Were it not for the fact that food was not brought to her bed I believe she would have stayed in there. Grunting and groaning she would drag herself out of bed and make her way to the kitchen. Once she had eaten she would make her way back to bed, to rest after her exertions.

The Miller was at his wits end. What to do? How to get rid of her? She was eating him out of house and home, there was barely food left for him. When it came to eating her laziness disappeared. Bowl after bowl of food vanished, straight down her gullet. The situation was getting so bad that he was even running out of money for drinking. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

It was her habit that when she finished eating she would go outside for nature’s call. When she went outside to use the outhouse he locked the doors and barred the windows. To her surprise she could not get back in. No amount of begging and pleading or crying moved the Miller to open the door.

Repeatedly she walked round and round the house looking for entrance but it was securely locked and shuttered. She tried approaching the neighbours but they knew her habits only too well. They quickly locked their doors also and barred their windows. Nobody wanted her in their house.

As night started to fall she became more desperate. It was rumoured that wild animals roamed the night. These animals were so fierce that they could devour a fully grown human with one gulp. She did not want to verify the truth of the rumour. Now there was only one place left for her to go. She would have to walk to the castle and throw herself on the mercy of the King. That she would walk that distance showed how desperate she really was.

By the last light of the day she hurried to the castle. She only just arrived in time, had it been a few minutes later the drawbridge would have been raised. The heavy gates creaked open as she was given entry. For once luck was with her as the King would see only one more supplicant and she was the one. She was shown into the Great Hall of Justice. There the King sat on his throne looking ever so regal.

Immediately she fell to her knees with her head on the ground and started wailing. Tears were streaming down her face making a puddle on the floor. The sobs became louder and louder, echoing throughout the hall.

The King sat there astonished. He was totally flummoxed. Who in the name of all the Gods was this ugly creature. Never in his life had he seen anything like this. Admittedly, he had led a sheltered life, never venturing past the castle walls, but this thing, it was the height of ugliness. Even his pigs seemed pretty in comparison.

“Please your Great and Noble King, our Lord and Master, The most Supreme Ruler, please help me. I have no home and I am starving.” By this time her hunger pangs were most excruciating. She had gone for four hours without food. “I will do anything that you might require. Please give me food, I will do anything.”

The King was getting more and more disgusted with this creature. He was ready to have her thrown over the castle walls. He did not even want her in his dungeons.

“Bah! Unless you can turn straw into gold you are no use to me.” This statement he thought was rather funny. He let out a small laugh. The Ladies of the court laughed. The nobles of the court laughed, the knights laughed and the Jester laughed and capered about.

By now she was so desperate for food that she was willing to say and promise anything. “Your Royal Highness, I can spin you the finest gold out of straw. Anything at all for you my Lord. I will spin any amount you want but I am too weak. If only you give me food your Graciousness I will do it for you.”

“Did you say that you can spin me gold out of straw?’

Suddenly there was instant silence in the Great Hall. The Miller’s daughter was too concerned to notice what was happening, to realise what deadly ground she was treading on.

“Oh yes, your Absolute Greatness. If only you will feed me I will do it for you.”

This was too much for the King. The thought of gold dominated his thinking. He ordered her to be fed with the finest foods available. If she was going to spin gold for him tonight she would need all her strength.

She dined like never before. Plate after plate of delicacies were placed before her. Plate after plate disappeared into her gargantuan body. The amount of food she consumed would have made five strong men flinch, however, she did it without stopping. When she was sated she lounged back and let out a belch so loud it reverberated throughout the castle.

Imaginary Play Sep. 2012

Wake up, wake up; lets go greet the day. The sun is shining and ready to play.
Lets hop on a boat and sail across the sea. When our sails catch the wind Our ship will blow free.

We’ll fight knurly old pirates and win their trunk of gold. They will all walk the plank if they don’t do as there told.

We will spend all our treasure on sweet breads and tea. We will live on the deep waters, just you and me.



Lisa Hegler

Mary had a lamb one day
It was young, plump and juicy
Quick as a wink in the oven it went
And was roasted to perfection

Mary went to school one day
The lamb not there to save her
Fell over, broke her leg
And ended up in traction

In the corner little Jack Horner
A boy so strange and weird
Plays with his bum, sticks in his thumb
Yells out, ‘Eureka! I’m in.’

Then there was Miss Muffet
Who espied him from her tuffet
Decided he’s kinky, said quick as a winky
‘Let’s run off and live in sin.’

There was Mary, who was quite contrary
In her garden she was hiding
There were swingers and winners
And nude lesbians all around

Jack was nimble and he was quick
But he got hit with a dirty big stick
He was where he should not be
Hiding in the bushes he was found

While up the hill Jack did trot
And the damn Jill ran right after
Tripped him up when he reached the top
Then burst out in laughter

Down he tumbled over and over
Until he hit a mighty oak tree
Hobbled home, jumped into bed
And stayed home thereafter

All day the Miller’s daughter was wined and dined and kept in absolute luxury. She only needed to hint at something and it was instantly brought to her. One of the greatest delicacies that could be had was Mountain oysters (sheep balls) and due to their rarity reserved mainly for the King and sometimes his favourites. These she consumed by the dozens. There were bowls of Durian fruit and mangosteen, aronia berries and camu camu berries. In fact she was denied nothing and given everything her heart desired.

Never before had she lived like this. Strange and exotic foods that tempted and pleased her palate. Wines of the finest kinds from all over the known world. By the end of the day for the first time in her life she was almost full.

That night the King took her to a room that was twice the size of the one from the night before. Like before the room was filled with straw. Every nook and cranny had straw in it , there was barely room for the spinning wheel.

Once again she was ordered to turn the straw into gold, or she would die a most horrible death. A death so horrible that she would not be able to imagine it. As like the night before, when the door clanked shut, she collapsed.

Again tears flowed from her eyes as sob after sob shook her body. On and on she cried as before, praying, pleading, and once again she swore that she would change if only someone would help her.

Again, as the night before, the wizened little man arrived. He could not stand to see her so unhappy so out of the goodness of his heart he once again agreed to help her. All she had left was a ring on her little finger. This seemed to please him and she happily handed it over knowing that once again she had cheated death.

Same as the night before he sat himself down at the spinning wheel, , muttered some sort of incantation to himself, cracked his knuckles and started spinning. In went the straw and out came the gold.

Far into the night he worked. Straw after straw he spun into gold whilst in the corner the miller’s daughter slumbered. So deep was her slumber that enormous sounding snores escaped the room and roamed the castle. It was whispered amongst the servants that surely a dragon must reside down near the dungeons.

Finally after many gruelling hours of work he finished. He looked totally exhausted and slowly raised himself from the stool. A quick look around to make sure he had not missed any and he was gone.

When the King entered the room there was no hiding the greed that shone forth from his eyes when he saw all the gold. Surely he must be the richest man in the entire world. When he looked at the miller’s daughter she looked almost ravishing to him.

It was at this point that he decided that he would give her one more room, nay, he would give her the entire cellars to fill with gold. Should she succeed he would make her his Queen. If she failed, then alas, she would die.