Most Liked Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

The wall crumbled and old, the bricks falling to dust,
The bones of the man as if sitting waiting against the wall,
His bones dry and beginning to crumble, the hard hat at an angle where it had fallen, the shirt rotting and faded in the sun.

Through the opening that used to be a window, the bright
green creeper had begun, it had crept along the wall like a snake, and seemed to find the opening in the shirt, climbed through the ribs of the man and almost like it knew, had come to an end just before his throat.

The bright red splash of colour and life of the rose, as if nature had placed a flower where his heart had been, shimmered in the sun.

The rush of morning people crowding around her, a blur of faces and bodies going at speed, being pushed along almost by force.

He bumped into her and his fingers curled around her wrist.

Time stopped, the world changed and faded away,
She felt his fingers, his warmth, his energy.

Her eyes locked with his, deep and dark, she shivered and felt the
present slowly fade around them, she smelt the freash cut grass and hay,
And felt the sun shine on her in a warm glow, and she was suddenly transported
back in time, she knew him like this long ago.

Someone bumped into them and she blinked, his hand slipped away and
her wrist burned where his fingers had been.

She looked around and he was gone the crowd once more swarming around her.

She felt lost and alone and she didn't even know who he was.

She had spent all day on herself, her body glowed from the
Hot shower, her skin was soft and smelt of vanilla from the body cream she had rubbed over her entire body, her hair shone and fell in waves smelling slightly of peaches from the shampoo she used.

She was dressed in a soft flowing gypsy dress and she wore strappy high heals that showed of her feet, her toe nails and finger nails painted a soft peach colour, her lips painted with the same colour lipstick was pouting slightly as she waited in the garden by the oak tree.

The soft rays of the setting sun danced through the branches and a shadow slowly formed, it took shape slowly before her eyes and suddenly her Man was there, he held out his arms and she flew into them, smiled into his eyes and asked in a breatless voice full of excitement,
"where were you i thought you were not coming tonight?"

He answered by crushing her lips in a deep kiss and sweeping her into his arms, walking to the house with her clinging to him, the promise in his eyes all she hoped for.

For 13 years she was Hollywoods top billing.
She was the envy of every starlet, and and the pinup poster for a million servicemen.
In her dreams a smile would flush accross
her face as she reveled in the chants of the
throngs pressing from all sides crying, Margret, Margret!
She was a beauty alright, and the crowds could never get enough of her.
So multi-talented she was that anything
she put her hand to turned to a golden
success.
She swam the English channel in the dead
of winter back in 1943
Her trip to Africa when she fought off a
Bengal tiger barely escaping with her life
was a major press release, not to mention
her sky diving exploits where she would
freefall with her famous poodle Pinky.
As the years rolled on Margret would grace
the pallaces of kings and presidents, and
was even presented the key to several nations
claiming Margret Bell a national holiday.
As Margret grew older her life experiences became
international best sellers, and her face appeared
many times on the cover of Time Magazine.
But voices had aways taunted Margret and a
terrible solitude of soul seemed to make a mockery
of all her fame and success.
Voices kept calling out to her but it seemed she was
to paralyzed to answer.
It was though the sounds and truth of another world
were trying to break into this surreal reality that had
become the glory of Margret Bell.
Then, slowly she opened her eyes and saw the warm
compassionate eyes of a man in a white suit holding
her hands and whispering, 'It's ok Susan, you've come
back to us.'
She mumbled with tears in her eyes, But, I'm Margret,
Margret Bell. Have you not heard of me?'
'But of course I have exclaimed the doctor.'
'You see dear, you were in a terrible car accident
and have been in a coma for thirteen years.
'But, doctor Susan exclaimed, My name is Margret Bell, have you
not heard of my fame?
'Surely you've read all the papers.'
With a kind loving smile the doctor said, Yes, my
dear, surely you are among the greats. You've
spoken many times of Margret throughout these
thirteen years.'
'Now try to rest my dear and..
welcome back.

He walked slowly up to her, his eyes never leaving her lips,
They were the colour of a ripe peach, slightly parted and the lower lip was full and pouted softly.

He lifted his eyes to hers and her feelings were playing in her eyes like a movie, he saw the excitement and the slight fear, the sensual rush she felt.

His left hand lifted and glided under her thick hair, closing over the back of her neck, holding her secure, his eyes never leaving hers, his right thumb rubbed softly over her lips, her eye lids grew heavy and the lashes looked long and dark against the soft skin of her cheeks.

He lowered his mouth and slowly licked her lips, she tasted of sweet wine, the rush of her breath teasing him as her eyes flew open, he stared deep into her as he captured her lower lip between his teeth and nibbled gently, she moaned into his mouth.

He crushed her lips bruising them with his, she felt the fire from her bruised lips spread down over her body and she never wanted him to stop, she felt herself shiver and melt like soft butter, his hand the only thing keeping her from sinking into a puddle at his feet.

The swan glided through the water, she watched the Man walk on the side of the river, he was with a group of people who saw her, they shouted and laughed trying to frighten her, she ignored them her eyes gazed only on the Man who quietly stopped, bent down and held out his hand.

She slowly swam up to him and looked into his eyes, she saw the Man he was inside his eyes, she saw his soul, inside this man was what she was looking for, what she was out here for, she nuzzled his hand with her beak and felt him stroke her head softly.

All else faded and the swan spread her beautiful wings, she seemed to the man who sat captivated by her, to grow before his eyes and he saw the glimpse of a woman, a shadow of a lady in the eyes of the swan, he slowly stood and for some strange reason stepped onto her wing and climbed onto her back.

She lifted up into the air as he held onto her regal neck, his spirit soared as she floated through the air with him.

Suddenly she seemed to glide though a thick fog his heart fluttered and seemed to stop, as if she felt him, she turned her head and her eyes seemed to smile right into his soul , he looked up as the fog cleared and there on the land was a woman, she sat waiting, her head bowed and her hair falling over her face, graceful and peaceful, and he knew without thinking she was his woman, the one he had loved in every life he had every lived.

The swan glided softly down and he gently climbed off her back, he walked slowly up to the woman and kneeling down he gently lifted her chin with his hand, her skin was soft and silky, she slowly opened her eyes and smiled into his, his heart contracted and he turned his head slowly to the swan who now lay dead on the beach, the woman lifted a hand and placed it over his, he turned back and again looked into the eyes of the swan, now his lady, his woman.

The House of Joy!

A mystical dreamlike temple on the hill

A temple of fantasy, I can visualize it still

An open temple in the round, roof upheld by

A circle of white stoned columns

Marbled squared flooring, encircling an Olympic size pool

Music created by the winds of time

Terpsichorean Temptresses whirling in their white flowing gossamer gowns

While female nymphs splashed and played nude in the pool

Perfumed female charmers poured overflowing wine
In men’s glasses and plyed them with tempting trysts!

Men flexing their muscled bodies and women with flowing tresses and ruby lips were abound!

Would you care to visit the house of joy

Hold my hand and come with me!

Fantasy created

By JimEee

There once was a fifth continent, known as Atlantis. Is it fact
or fiction ? Well that is for everyone to decide. In the
early beginning of modern times there was Atlantis, an
advanced civilisation, that had moonstone crystals and used
them for suppling heat for everyone, larger crystals had the
power to destroy the world, the scientist realised this and
wanted to protect their secret, but the King and his astrologers
found out about this from spies in the kingdom, they were
planning a conquest of the new world and would travel past
the pillars of Hercules to invade and to take control of the free
world. As their plans were to unfold, the volcanoes were starting
to erupt with anger as they had enraged the gods with their
evil intentions, as they were all ready for there conquest
the volcanoes erupted and people were in panic and tried to
flee Atlantis, by this time the island was starting to sink
beneath the waves. The evil king and his men were swamped
by hot lava and ash and were choking on the fumes as the
beautiful cities of Atlantis was doomed. After a short time
the few boats that did escape moved into the distance
the refugees were all looking at the destruction of the once
proud city of Atlantis. Atlantis is now gone as it sinks into
the depths of the ocean. Years later it would be well
remembered as Atlantis, - the lost continent.

Small planks of wood, small squares of cloth, a few
paints and a glass bottle, all opened with excitement from the box taken down from the attic.

The young man had been cleaning his grandfathers house
for him and discovered the box, his grandfather has just smiled a strange smile when he asked to have it, the look in the older mans eyes worried the young man a bit but he decided it was nothing.


All placed on the table and waited for the morning to begin,
and as the young man switched off the light and headed for bed a strange light slowly glowed from the bottle, the strips of wood seemed to shiver in excitement.

As the morning sun came out from behind the sea the man walked into the room rubbing still sleepy eyes, a soft noise made him turn to the table in time to see the beautiful ship made up perfectly inside the bottle and as if by magic the sails lifted gently into place pulled by an invisible cord.

The man stood mouth open and wide eyes glued on the bottle that his grandfather knew from before held a magic that would take him to many places he was yet to discover.

This is the strange tale of the Alligator Man
it all took place in the Amazon River, as a young
alligator is looking for food to satisfy his
needs. Above him a large storm was forming,
it had a very unusual red hue inside the clouds,
below the alligator was enjoying his find of a
large sea snake, when all of a sudden the
lightning bolts came crashing down in the jungle.
The alligator was very scared as he made for the
embankment, he tried to take refuge but was hit
by a powerful lightning bolt, he lay motionless as
if dead, within minutes he stirred, but noticed
something very strange, his body was stripped of
his protective armour, and he found the urge to
stand on his back feet, he noticed he was changed
somehow, his appearance no longer looked like
an alligator, his form was more human than before
as he walked through the jungle he found refuge
from the storm and his instinct now was to keep
warm, he lay down and fell asleep, after two hours
he woke up and had changed again, he was human
and found he could make noises through his mouth.
Leaving the cave he came across a group of campers,
he approached them and noticed the smell of food.
He approached the camp and tried to sneak away
with some hot meat that was cooking on a spit, he
went to pick it up but was stopped by a camper, the
Alligator Man looked in horror as they all got hold
of him, after a while they realised he did not
understand them, he suddenly collapsed on the
ground, he slept for an hour but when he awoke he
had become very old, the campers decided to take
him to the nearest hospital as they had not seen
anything like this, they gathered up their camping
gear and then went straight to the hospital, from
the rear of the vehicle they heard loud groans, they
stopped the vehicle and went quickly to the rear.
They saw the old man transform into pure energy.
What had caused this strange phenomena?, it seemed
that the lightning bolt had somehow mutated the
alligator's DNA and it cause an evolutionary change
making the creature evolve each time into a higher
form of life, the final change was pure energy and
thought, perfect in every way.