Most Liked Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

There is this free ranging substance filling the whole universe, It was called void but now they named it Dark Matter, It is an infinite ocean that floats countless galaxies, You could called it as blackest shroud, Or sometimes be known as darkest cloud, It classification and composition is still unknown!! And scientists are still puzzle by it's origin, You could call it an element that is neither living nor dead, Do not brush lightly of this amazing thing, It has godlike power to hold galaxies and invisible black holes!!! And only recently are these scientists trying to replicate it in laboratories, While Astronomers around the world looked through their telescopes in their observatories, With a slight acknowledgement of one of God's greatest mysteries !!! Space as we know it but will be refer to as DARK MATTER

Swoop down come you all on your golden wings
Beckonning my pleas for your safety brings
Shining green eyes and a lizard tongue sings
With a shrilling voice from the King of Kings

No greater raptor on earth can compare
For only your fossils in earth lie bare
Waiting once again for the truth do dare
For all who knows your mystery beware

Perchance angelic image was all wrong
Art and form never human all along
In our hearts we do fear where you belong
When so much your legend became our song

Once upon a time before we humans
You were Glory, Alleluia, Amen

To you (because you found it):
I am lost on a desert island.
Long captivated has its beauty held me,
But it does not make up for being lonely.
I'm begging you, please rescue me;
Else I may lose my sanity.
Creeping insanity, I fear it may come
Before my rescue... Wait, I hear a steel drum!

Could it be that my salvation's at hand
By the lonely wand'ring of a cruise liner's band?
Could it be that I WILL see my friends again?
I would be joyous to leave this land
Behind me. Oh, sweet joy, a ship in sight!
It is on the horizon, and by the sun's light
It may find me yet! Oh, it is the broad light of day!
Bright light, high sun, and, how do you say,
Ah, yes, freedom! But wait. How will they
Be able to find me? The chances are nay...

Yet their ship, yes, their ship, is approaching at speed!
Oh, sweet salvation, how long have I seeked!
And if this day should see them to me,
My self would return to reality.

I can see the passengers now;
Some men, some women. They're standing at the bow
Of the ship. They're searching for something.
Could I possibly be that something?
Yes! I am waving, and they are waving back!
It's true! It is true. I must get ready to pack
All of the things that are here with me;
My only connection to humanity.

But while I'd love to leave this desert isle,
It's been my home for quite a while.
About a week, if I remember right.
(On the sand I would lay, and I spent the nights
Staring up at the sky, filled with diamond-like stars--
But what am I thinking? I'm going home, away from here, far.)

They're coming closer now; I guess I should ready
My belongings... Onmagosh, is that my baby???
Yes, it is he!! What sweet, sweet irony
That my rescuer should be my one and only!
The only man I will ever love;
He has searched for and found his wand'ring dove!
And now, now I see, he is calling my name!
He cries out "I love you" and I cry out the same.
And as the ship anchors in the shallow sea,
I run to him; he runs to me
After securing the anchor. I exult in
His warm embrace. I'll never leave him again!
He picks up my bags while holding my hand...

And sadly I realize this message must end.
So, happily now I'll seal this message
In a bottle, and send it on its passage.
A miraculous rescue this, I think you'll agree.
May this message give you hope on the open sea.
And so, as we are going home, I shall drop
This message in a bottle into the ocean, with hope
That my joyous words will comfort you
When you're on the open sea, lonely and blue.

A antique put here,
Somehow left there.
Just a chair sits, &
Waits, in the corner
By the stairs...
Nothing visible in the air,
Just this old rocking chair.
Silence in its place,
Movement slowly takes,
It's shape...
A chill fills the atmosphere,
No ones sitting there.
As it rocks back & forth.
Swaying without a care...
Hearing creaking from a distance,
Distraction made more persistent.
Lifting on & off the ground,
Growing weary with each sound.
My heart pulsating, as each
Rock, turns more disturbing.
Crippled by a horrific sound,
A smokey vapor, engulfs &
Surrounds...
The old rocking chair,
A scream of panic, who has occupied
This chair? Is there anyone sitting, there?
As I hide all my fears, behind the
Stairs...
In the midst of all the confusion,
it quickly occurred
To me. Somehow once again, my imagination got
The best of me!!!

I look back and see mistakes
One piled on top of another
How do I pick the worst
So many seek my attention

The car I bought, shiny bright
Was the worst of all the lemons
Hardly a day did go past
When things just weren’t happening

With women I had no luck
I married all the wrong ones
Behind my back they played around
Then they took me for my money

The quaint little house that I bought
I thought my home to retire
Came home late one night
My ex had taken possession

The jobs I had I tried so hard
To do more than I had to
When things got slow, sacking time
To the front of the line they’d push me

Even when I was a young child
The middle of six children
No-one wanted to spend time with me
Even my parents ignored me

So how do I pick my worst mistake
With so many screaming at me
It seems the mistake that’s worst of all
I was born and no-one knew it

My Love, Lancelot

My Knight thou art my love, my life, my sin
Thy love's a guiding light, the brightest star
Ethereal thy touch, like Angel's wing
Thy fiery glance, embracement from afar
This heart is thine forever and a day
Thou holds upon thy hand my fragile soul
My being trembles with delight each day
For thee, my kindred spirit, passion sole
Oh Lancelot, thou sets my heart afire
But what, I ask, mine heart bereft of thee ?
A cold and lonely dungeon; chained my fire !
As Neptune who cannot return to sea
I yearn to drink thy cup of Love divine
And pray the day to come thou steals what's thine

~ Guinevere



My Lady Dear

My Lady Guinevere, my love thou art
Thy love, in darkest night, a beacon bright
Thou sets my soul afire, all notion parts
Thy glance beyond ethereal delight
Thy touch alights my darkest gloomy night
Alike to Dragon's breath my passions burn
No quest, no grail can keep away thy Knight
For thee, my Love, from Death I shall return
My solemn vow for now and evermore
My heart, my soul, my life belongs to thee
Beyond the end of time and Heaven's door
My love thou art for all eternity
I yearn to drink thy cup of Love divine
And pray the day to come thou claims what's thine

~ Lancelot

Come with me on a journey to Bermuda, where there is an
Area called the Devil's Triangle, in this ocean expanse many ships
Mysteriously vanished and never returned, with the
Exception of one - a ghost ship known as the Mary Celeste.
Even aircraft were lost in this stretch of waters, where
Strange magnetic influences create major problems for
Travellers passing through these regions, even UFO's
Were sighted entering and leaving the triangle. There was an
Incident when a woman was flying her plane over one of
The tropical islands. When she contacted the airport tower,
She was told she could land there. The sky was clear, as she
Kept circling the runway and her plane was slowly running out of
Fuel, she was viewing the same island but in an earlier time period
When the runway was actually overgrown with palm trees, and it
Seemed her plane was in a time zone different from that of the
Airport. The plane was never found. Another strange incident
Happened when a barge was towing a large commercial raft,
And the ship was blanketed in fog, when the seamen looked
Back they noticed that the rope was invisible and the metal hand
Rails were white hot while their breath was chilled, what had
Caused this strange phenomenon? Was it due to the Triangle's
Mysterious properties? The answer is unknown even to this day,
The Bermuda Triangle will never disclose it's secrets to anyone.

Leaning from the Crows Nest !
The Scurvy Crew Below !!
Dodging Weaving To and Fro !!!
Sea Gull Poop It Seems !!!!
But Really Its Only Me Up Here !!!!!
Enjoying My Dripping,Vanilla Ice Cream !!!!!!

Oh wonderful Morpheus,
weaver of childhood dreams,
bring me to a wonderful place
of chariots and runaway horses
entranced in a cloudy mist...

I'll drift away to ancient woods
only to dream and dream,
leaving behind cold and harsh world,
as I chase my fairy tale princess
saving her from the dragon...

I wish away my bed but a cloud
drifting off towards falling star
and the bursting supernova,
all the way to Andromeda,
resting upon the Elysian Fields...

When I awake from golden slumber
to the cruel world of falling sky,
I'll pray for blissful nature
that we all are a dream within a dream
with runaway horses and fairy tale princess...

"Enter The Black Dove"

The Year is 1749. A horse-drawn coach is travelling
Down the Dover Road in Cornwall, outlaws attack the
Coach causing it to plummet over a cliff to the rocks
Below. Realising There is no sign of life they leave.
All of a sudden the coach door flew open. As the badly
Injured John Norrington emerges he notices a cave with
A bright glow inside. With his last remaining strength
He investigates and sees a giant meteorite embedded in
The cave, feeling so weak he collapses into unconciousness,
Moments later he awakens to find that he has amazing
Strength. He rushes out of the cave and climbs the
Escarpment. Then makes his way back to Norrington Manor.
He then sets about making a costume. He has a purple
Jacket with a Black Dove ensignia. He slips it on and
Then puts on a mask. It is time for the Black Dove to ride,
He saddles up his magnificent white stallion, then rides
Into the night in search of the outlaws that wrecked the
Coach and killed his friends and Beautiful wife named Beth.
The Black Dove tracks the outlaws to a shack, their leader
Is Jack Wild. He is the man behind the murder of his friends.
He climbs on the roof by Leaping off a large rock, his gun in
Hand, then climbs down to the ground, kicks in the door and
Holds the men at gunpoint. A fight breaks out as the Dove
Wrestles Wild to the ground, he then forces a confession
Out of him and ties him on his horse. They both ride down
The highway, were they pass some of the King's soldiers.
They pursue both men and a chase follows, Wild is captured
As the Dove manages to escape. Wild insists he was
Captured by the Black Dove and he frames the Dove for the
Coach murders. Meanwhile the other two men pursue the Dove
Shooting at him, he is shot and is then lying on the ground.
They realise they have to get rid of him permenantly, so
They put him in a box and drop him down an abandoned well.
His fate is sealed as the box sinks down into the watery
Depths. Whether the Black Dove will live or die, you can
Find out in the next story....."The Golden Coach".