Most Liked Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

mystical creature are you
breathing fiery breath
scales glistening
tail with its fork
evil can you be
as you defend your nest
claws ready to strike and rend
to wing you take with a roar
yet good friend to some
as you help them
many a quest flown
from your back
as you carry hero's afar
their victory then assured
dragon of fire and beauty
I believe in you

On the launch pad she stands
Glintinting her white curvy figure
Her pointed nose pointing up to the sky
Her nose cone her heat shield

Gracefull magestic she look
Her long slender figure
Down to her skirt
Her satin rockets powerfull beasts

Lots of hydrogen she has to burn
To lift her off the launch pad on which she stands
Appllo the sun god the name she was given

Up into the stratoshere her hydrogen rockets will burn
each stage her body falls apart
To unvail her majestic curve s

To the final stage she strips all her body till she leaves are planet earth
She with grace
Out of earths atmosphere she now is weight less
Her nose enters space

To the moon she travels protecting her passangers
Her astrounauts her fellow travellers in space
She heads towards the moon
To land on the moon she will go
Then ride her body back again to fall back to earth

Her parachutes evacuate glide gentle to earth soft landing she make her bossom floating in the sea back to earth apollo has landed her final journey to the moon

I leave Bill to sort out our winner but thank you all for entering I hope you all had fun and learn a little I know some of you did a lot of research







Bill has had copies of about photos since he agreed to judge
he did earlier today suggest a different photo for the 2nd creature
but I stuck firm as the poem I wrote was based on the two photos below

visions or illusions (challenge)

Author: shadow1950

visions through misty streams of fog
sometimes espied then in a blink gone
what was it that briefly appeared
was it even ever really there?

a shifting shape a puzzling glimpse
do my eyes deceive me as I peer
trying to see if its real or not
my eyes oft do perceive an illusion

for such creatures can't really exist
they are the things of legends
yet my soul says they are really there
which should I believe I ask myself?

of all the things that come to us
in dreams or awake are they just hocus pocus

Dark Energy is the accepted hypothesis,
Of energies permeating 70% of space,
And accelerate the expansion of the universe,
From the researches study of astronomy.

Many of it's nature remains in speculation,
More is still unknown than known about it,
Its possible for more space to come into existence,
And Dark Energy can possess it's own energy!

It's undetectable in laboratory experiments,
One model for it is called Quintessence,
The other is Cosmological Constant,
Both common characteristic models PRESSURE must be negative.

Defining total energy of The universe is indefinite,
Due to the theory of gravity of General Relativity,
To reconcile the measured geometry of space,
With the total amount of The universe's matter.

It is morning, seems that once again I have survived the night.
There are not many places left to hide, most have been taken,
the mutants have moved in. They are not the worry, they are harmless.
It is the living we have to worry about. They hunt us down to
eliminate us. We have done them no harm.

It is not our fault we contracted the disease. We did not produce it.
It was them, the living. They engineered the disease in their labs.
They wanted to wipe us out, eliminate the black threat, or so it
was said. But it backfired. Yes, it did kill us, but, we are now the walking dead. You did this to us.

As I sit here contemplating what is left of my 'life' the nicotine
of my cigarette and the caffeine of my coffee soothe me. Soon I must
move on, maybe to the country where there are less of the living.
For now I sit watching the smoke spiraling towards the ceiling.
Time enough to finish my coffee and smoke before I move.

Here it is 3:17 am and I'm waiting for
my train. I've just come from a party
where the host played, I don't know
what sort of music you'd call it. It
had a heavy beat, all about death, and
loud. Did I say it was loud? It was so
loud that even now my head is still
thumping.

I took a handful of pills to try and
ease the pain, all to no effect as yet.
At this time of morning the underground
station was almost empty, except for
the usual bums sleeping on the benches.
The one on the bench near me sounded
like a spastic chainsaw.

Outside, up top, it was wet and chilly,
just your typical spring night in
Sydney. If I'd had some money left over
I would have caught a taxi home, but I
had spent it all on grog. Two bottles
of Jagermeister and a dozen cans of Red
Bull. Jager Bombs being my choice of
drink. They certainly pick you up and
bounce you around.

Would have stayed there longer if it
wasn't for that damned music. Possibly
getting caught in the bedroom with the
host's girlfriend might have had
something to do with being bounced out
the door and could also have something
to do with my head hurting. Thank God
here comes my train.

I had a thumping headache and no matter
what I did I could not shift it. Even
with all the pills I'd taken I could
still see red before my eyes.

It certainly did not help that the train
I was on had a drunken idiot on it. He
was so drunk that he was almost legless.
To make things worse he was trying to
sing 'Starman', a song by David Bowie.

He sounded more like a chorus of randy
alley cats. I would dearly love to give
him cement shoes and drop him off a
wooden pier.

With my luck I'd leave my fingerprints
in the cement and I'd probably get
locked up for nine lifetimes. Thank God
that this was my station. As I left the
train and the David Bowie fan I could
not help but wish him bad Karma.

Would this headache never let up? How
was I to know she was the host's
girlfriend. One minute I've got a grin
from ear to ear, like the cat that ate
the canary, the next I'm flying through
the air and out the door. I didn't even
have time to tuck myself in and zip up.

When I hit that concrete footpath I was
sightless for many minutes. My nose was
clogged from all the blood and I think
it was broken. Felt all squishy when I
touched it.

I didn't like the streets at night.
They were poorly lit and one never knew
what could be hiding in the shadows. As
I walked along a silly thought popped
into my head. How would it sound if I
had diamonds on the soles of my shoes?
Would I produce a metered rhythm? Stupid
the thoughts that run through your mind
so early in the morning.

As I passed a particularly large area
of shadows two fat toads stepped out.
Not real toads of course but if you can
imagine Toad of Wind in the Willows and
them make him look demented that is what
they appeared like. I couldn't help it,
I burst out laughing.

They both snarled and came at me. This
time I was not going to get done over.
Before they came anywhere near me I was
off and running like a startled rabbit.
My thought processes might be a bit
simplistic, but, a fit seventeen year
old and two old fat toads, no contest.
Thank God I could see them dropping
further and further behind.

I would not even be in this predicament
if it wasn't for you. We'd been going
together now for, let me think, must be
close on two years. We even talked about
getting married one day. Then you go and
do this. With George of all people.

Candy told me that you had done that, but
how could you? At first I didn't want to
believe. I even had a fight with them
defending you, but then I saw you with my
own eyes. You were with George, in what the
books call, a very compromising position.

When you saw me you paled and tried to
disentangle yourself. Stupid George just
stood there with his pants around his
ankles. It took him a while to realise what
was going on. I can forgive most anything,
but not this.

I walked away vowing that I would never
again let myself be hurt like this. That's
when I heard about the party. Best way to
get over you. Drink you right out of my soul.

I can see there is someone sleeping on my
doorstep. Who the blazes is this? What are
you doing here? You have hurt me enough and
I cannot take anymore. Quietly I turn around
and keep walking.

From out of the East she came riding side saddle
She was looking for romance way out West
She came into town smelling of roses
And wearing a dress that was covered in frills

Into the saloon she daintily walked
It went so quiet you could hear a pin drop
The men all stared with eyes like saucers
And the women glared with envious hearts

The worst affected was the roughest of all
His chin was dragging along the floor
He could shoot the wings of a fly at a distance
But come to ladies he was as clumsy as hell

He stuttered and choked just saying his name
While she stood there waiting patiently
At last he managed so she understood
That this was the man they called Bundango

A man that was feared by one and all
Who smiled while he slowly killed you
A rattlesnake’s poison meant nothing to him
He’d bite off it’s head and chew it

She held out her hand for him to kiss
And his heart almost gave up beating
The Cuban cigar between his lips
Forgotten hit the floor sizzling

It’s sad to say that she had done
Where no-one else had succeeded
She tamed the beast, this man Bundango
Now a gentleman of the West

In front of the mirror I stand, staring at my reflection. I have changed so much over the last few years. My face had smoothed out and most of my wrinkles had disappeared.

It seems like it was only yesterday that I awoke to the sound of soil being removed; then the feeling of being hoisted into the air and then a journey to somewhere.

Once there I could hear singing and then someone droning on. The lid of my coffin was lifted and light flooded in. One after another the faces of my loved ones passed by staring down on my. I wanted to hug them, but not yet for I could not as yet move. That would come a bit later.

More journeys and more stops until I found myself in a hospital bed. It was there, surrounded by all my loved ones, that with a sudden gasp that I took my first breath and life slowly entered me.

My thoughts returned to the present. I had so much life to look forward to. In only a few years will be my wedding and then I will be a single woman.

A delicious thought crossed my mind. There were so many boys and dating to look forward to. Once I reached my teenage years there will be the innocent fumbles and that first kiss.

There is also childhood and all the games that involves. Falling out of a tree and learning to ride a bike. Then when I get young enough learning to walk, there is so much excitement to look forward to in my future.

My eyes come back to me in the mirror and a crazy thought crosses my mind. What if that me lived in a world where time went in reverse. What if in that world you were born out of the womb and grew older.

What if you came out of your mother and you were a baby growing older and eventually you became old and went to the grave, to stay there forever.

I shook my head, what a crazy, idiotic, fanciful notion. Everyone knows that you are formed from the dust and come out of the grave. You grow young and eventually you go into your mother’s womb to reduce to nothingness. To return to … no-one knows.

With a slight chuckle I left the other me, the one in the mirror. Yet I admit, I do wonder what she might have been thinking as she looked at me.

What if we had wings and could fly
just think how easily we could travel
soar up and up into the azure skies
touch the clouds, catch hold of a star

Mount Everest would be a breeze
a few seconds to reach the summit
better dress up warmly though men
in particular might lose their bits

what if we could fly through space
a trip to that mystical orb the Moon
would be high up if not top of my list
shake hands with that mysterious moon man

what if we could see the future
what would there be to see
maybe us living on different planets
sitting down to drink tea with martians

what if we could see how love would work
know before starting out if it was right
would we do things differently or not
the heart and its impulses so strong

could we temper our love make it fit
and if we could should we do so?
methinks maybe not as passion
would also surely be curtailed

what if I was a princess
would I be gracious
rule wisely over others
be gentle and kind?

maybe I would be an eagle
a bird I so much admire
or a timber wolf free and wild
even a mighty ferocious lion

What if all of life was just perfect
all people equal and all races friends
no money problems, fine homes for all
I think too soon life would be a bore

we all have our what ifs
I wonder what yours are
maybe you would care
to write a few lines to say