Most Liked Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

The soft silk of the blindfold caressed her face and blocked out all light, the ear plugs in her ears filled her head with soft dreamy music and drowned out all other sound, she was in a world she had never known before, one he made for her, her hands were not bound and she was able to stop anything if she so wanted it, she didn't.
Fully clothed he stood behind her, He was strong but gentle with eyes that seemed to look inside her mind, tonight she could only feel him, she was a little nervous but she trusted him completely.

She felt the warmth of his hands as he lifted her hair, his breath as he bent to kiss her exposed neck, shivers raced over her body and she felt her heart beat faster, she was aware that she wore only her lacy black bra and panties with knee high stockings, she knew he watched every reaction her body made and it excited her, she gave herself up to him and became a woman of feeling alone.

Within the ocean of my subconscious there is no absence of time.
But to rob me in my sleep must certainly be a crime.
Her presence within my slumber don’t have me irate
As I watch her both my curiosity and caution debate
This Fisher of dreams with her rod in hand, she casts line.
Bold she must be, she sits with her feet up and seat reclined
What be her lure, what be her bait?
Her mastery of patience bears the weight to wait.
Will my aspirations those shoal of timid fish be tempted to bite?
Or will they be illusive and show her bait the intent of spite?
What be her prize, what be her desired catch?
If this session ends with failure will she issue a challenge with for a rematch?
Will capturing my dreams bring her peace of mind?
Or will she leave this ocean of mine behind?

“Come gather round pups and sit down. I think that it is time that you learned the truth about Grandpapa Wolf.”

The pups eagerly sat around Mama Wolf. They all knew that something bad had happened to Grandpapa but no-one would tell them. The expressions on the pups’ faces ranged from excited to downright anxious. They all knew that whatever it was that they would learn their lives would never be the same.

“Some of you older pups might remember Grandpapa Wolf. He was a mighty fine wolf. He was a gentle wolf, bright piercing eyes, shiny fur and rippling muscles.

He was always kind and gentle and all the pups loved him. They would climb all over him and never would he get cross with them. He would play with them for hours. He would always look for the best in wolves, and yes, even humans. He would never say a bad word about them.

I must admit that the humans seemed to not worry about Grandpapa Wolf either. He never snarled at them and never took anything that belonged to them. Why, he would rather go hungry than steal a sheep from them. I think they appreciated that and also appreciated that the rabbit population was kept under control.

Grandpapa Wolf did have a hobby that was rather strange. He had found a human device that recorded sound. Soon he had worked out its function and used it for his purposes. While out ranging around he would record stories that he would later tell the pups at bed time. It is only because of this device that we know what happened to Grandpapa Wolf.”

The pups sat around Mama Wolf and from the oldest to the youngest not one sound could be heard, not one wanted to break the silence.

“One day,” Mama Wolf continued, “Grandpapa Wolf was out foraging. He had drifted further than he was used to and had arrived at the edge of a dark forest. He was about to turn around when he heard crying.

As I said before, Grandpapa Wolf was a Gentle Wolf and would not even think of hesitating if help was needed. Without further thought he entered the dark forest and made his way to the crying sound.

There he found a human child. She was about sixteen years old and wore a red cape with a hood pulled over her head. This human he had never seen before.

‘What is wrong child?’ he asked. ‘Is there any way I can help you?’

The girl continued to sob but peeked out from under her hood.

‘I am known as Grandpapa Wolf and I won’t hurt you. If you tell me what is wrong maybe I can help you.’

Between her sobs she told him that her name was Red Riding Hood and that she was on her way to her Grandmother’s cottage in the dark forest.

‘If I don’t bring her this basket she will starve and I can’t walk anymore because I sprained my ankle.’

Grandpapa Wolf decided to take the basket to her. Once she gave him directions he set off to the cottage. After about an hour’s walk he found the cottage just as Red Riding Hood had described.

He knocked on the door and introduced himself. He entered when a feeble voice bade him to come in. There in the middle of the cottage stood a big bed and in it was Red Riding Hood’s Grandmother.

‘I have brought you the basket of food so that you won’t starve.’

‘Oh thank you so much,’ said the feeble voice, ‘come sit next to me on the bed.’

Grandpapa Wolf sat down but something seemed strange.

‘Grandmother, what big youthful eyes you have.’

‘All the better to see who is so kind to me.’

‘Grandmother, what big youthful ears you have.’

‘All the better to hear the wolf who is so kind to me.’

‘Grandmother what a big youthful mouth you have.’

With that Red Riding Hood jumped out of the bed, laughed and shot Grandpapa Wolf.”

Some of the younger pups whimpered in fright and even some of the older ones wiped away a tear or two.

“Should you ever come across a girl in a red cape and hood,” continued Mama Wolf, “you had better run. She has a heart as black as the devil. I did see your Grandpapa Wolf once and I howled for hours. The indignity, the horror, he had been made into a coat and he was worn by one of the villagers.

Such a tragic end for a Gentle wolf who had never done anyone any harm. His only fault was that he was too trusting.

Remember pups, when your time comes to go out into the world, humans are not to be trusted.”

Now you know the true story of Grandpapa Wolf or how he was betrayed by Red Riding Hood.

Such a beautiful night tonight. Cold and no moonlight. The stars crisp and clear and looking like you could pluck them straight from the skies. This is the type of night when lovers stroll arm in arm and stop to stare at the stars. A perfect night for hunting.

I love to melt from shadow to shadow stalking my prey. I could walk up and kill anywhere, anytime and anyone I choose, for nothing can harm me, but that is not our way. For those of us that hunt, it is the thrill of stalking that excites us, and of course, at the end the feed.

I am Count Drako Valenjo. Many years ago I left my homeland in Romania, Transylvania to be exact, to travel to what at the time was a new colony, Australia.

It was becoming very tiresome in my homeland. Nothing can harm us but it becomes tiresome when the peasants are constantly harassing you. When they keep burning your home. I had not had a good days sleep for weeks when I decided to leave.

All this carry on because I snacked on the odd virgin or two. There are that many peasants so that a few missing is no big deal. Actually I was doing them a favour by keeping the village size down to a manageable level.

I bboked passage on an old tramp steamer. So called “sea sickness” kept me indoors, out of the sunlight. One night hunger drove me out on the deck where I found a sailor on duty. I found him to be a tasty meal. Quietly I slid him overboard and left an empty rum bottle in his place. As I hoped, they thought he got drunk and fell overboard.

The rest of the trip was uneventful, however I admit I was getting extremely hungry. We can go a long time without feeding but there is a point where hunger takes over and we loose control.

What’s this? A lonesome female standing in a doorway and no-one around. This is just too easy. Slowly I walk up to her and give her ‘the look’. She can tell that she is in the presence of an aristocrat, for she drops her eyes in submission.

I can see the vein pulsing in her throat. Slowly, carefully I pull her towards me. Meekly she tilts her head and offers her throat. As my teeth sink in the trance breaks. She tries to struggle and scream but only a gurgle escapes past her lips.

So tasty, ever so tasty. Not a virgin but good nonetheless. I drain her completely then drop her, cast her aside, for she has served her purpose. Satisfied I stroll on, enjoying the night. Ah! I love Australia, no-one here believes in vampires.

A fairy small and light sat staring out at the world one day,
she wondered why the child could find beauty and magic in the flower and an adult just did not see, the child spent time looking at the rocks and stones, the green grass and how it was blown by the breeze to look like the ripples on the ocean, the child saw the fairy and did not question, she smiled and waved.

The mother had forgoten how to see the world, her shoulders where heavy and she was lost in worry and stress, the butterfly that landed on her shoulder was not noticed, its colours filtering the rays of the sun were only seen by the child who watched in wonder.

The fairy watched the mother and tears rolled down her cheeks for she remembered her as a child, she remembered the little girl who had such big dreams and who loved to laugh and spin in the tall grass, she wondered where she had lost her along the way.

They call me Chucky
My real name is Charles Lee Ray
Don't mess with me
I got something to say
I transferred my soul into a doll
It's a Good Guys doll ya'll
I tried to get Andy in Child's Play 1,2, and 3
I tried to get lucky with Tiffany
I had a kid who I reunited with
Too bad he killed me like all the rest
I am Chucky the killer doll
When I broke his vodoo doll's leg he had to fall
We're gonna have a little game called Chucky says
Chucky says move your a@@!!

Three essential items for survival
Ten years on an island of pure delight
Might sound strange at the time of arrival
But would at least give me a chance to fight

A hunting knife first on my list narrow
A handy weapon and for skinning game
Carving wood to make my bows and arrows
Making traps and snares and more of the same

A big butane lighter is such a must
They are good for about four thousand lights
Thirdly, a Coghlan’s six function compass
Look them up see how this item delights

Ten years, a long time without a razor
Maybe trade the compass for a laser...

Deep in a forest dwells a secret cave
Hidden from time generations ago
Entrance buried during earthquake shock wave
And landslide caused by its laminar flow

Whence was habitat for an early tribe
Did become an ancient tomb thus enshrined
To what race of man, for they to ascribe
Became a burial place being mined

Day the ‘dozer let in daylight contain
A time capsule was discovered once more
A prehistoric world under the moraine
Once lost in time now ready to explore

Rare in the records of time immortal
We ever walk back through an old portal

I should mention that this ship was haunted. Everyone kept telling me that when it was a mortuary ship one of the bodies went missing. It was never found and that now he haunts this ship.

Yeah right! I thought being the new kid on the block they were trying it on for me. I feigned curiosity but in reality dismissed it as clap trap. Not that I didn’t believe in ghosts, for I had had extensive experience with them, but I thought who loses a body on a mortuary ship.

We slept two to a cabin and being on opposite shifts I never saw my cabin mate. There was a long corridor with cabins on each side. At each end there were heavy water tight doors, not easy to open or shut in a hurry.

Laying in my bunk I could hear heavy boots stomping up the corridor and past my door. This went on night after night to the point I was having trouble sleeping. How dumb did they think I was? Trying to pull this stunt.

I made up my mind to catch them at it. Patiently I waited by the door and as the footsteps were at my door I quickly yanked it open. Nothing there. Closed the door and the footsteps continued. For days I did this and no-one was ever there.

It progressed to the point that even with the door open and with me standing in the doorway the footsteps came down the corridor and passed me. As it passed me the hairs on my body raised up. I had to concede there really was a ghost. Apparently no-one ever had as close an encounter with this ghost as I did.

The dayroom is almost empty. There is only Mr Lyreco and myself left. He will be the next to be retired and then they will come for me. I must give them no reason to suspect.

Quietly I chuckle to myself, how funny it would be to be a fly on the wall and see their reaction when they discover me gone.