Most Liked Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

This is the place where all come
Here and now they gather
Everything must come to an end
Life force slowly trickles out
Others flow like a river

Some depart so very young
Then others so long to linger
Only the gods answers have
For them it’s just a game

There they sit and wagers make
Employing their godly wiles
Roll the dice, rack them up
Remain in charge for down below
Everyone is a looser

You know it is there but you just can’t see it
No matter how quick you turn, it is gone again
But if you just glance out of the corner of your eyes
You can just make it out, it is there

But no-one believes me; they think that I am mad
‘Crazy Lizzy’ is what they call me behind my back
They think I don’t know, but I can hear them
And see the circling finger at their temples

One day they too will see these creatures
One day they will break through the wall
The wall that separates their dimension from ours
That day they will see ‘Crazy Lizzy’ is not mad

my dreams take me beyond the sun,to a land beyond. saber tooth lions,caves galore a streems slumber to wake no more. my dreams take me to the moon where romance,is a dance between butterflys amongst the willow trees. my dreams take me to the stars vast dark sea where the abyss i can see. my dreams take me every where and yet no where.

I’m sitting by the lake shore, in the middle of the night.
Staring at the moon and the stars that shine so bright.
Seeing nothing but his face inside my mind’s eye.
Listening to my heart race, as I have to wonder why?
Is it him I really want, or essentially just the thought?
I do not know him for we have never actually talked.
He’s the lover from the books and the savior of my dreams.
The hero of the movies But why is it nothing is ever as it seems.
I know he’s real he’s been close enough to touch.
His dark hair and dark eyes sometimes seem too much.
But it’s my courage I am lacking, when it comes to approaching him
I don’t want to dive in the deep end I’m afraid I have forgotten how to swim.
So he’ll stay the distant, silent fantasy with in my mind’s eye.
Something pretty to look at and dream about as I stare into this night sky.

I was dreaming late at night
When the shadows were leaving me behind
There was a white light, full of stars
Many angels were singing, they were kind

There was a cloudburst, flapping wings
And an old dog napping by a fire
I watched sailors, drunk on whiskey
And the smell of rubber, burning tire

I saw lonely hearts buried in the sand
And a happy fish jumping from the sea
And mermaids strumming guitars
And children swimming around a tree

In the moonlight, a maiden singing
And a tree full of hungry cats
Watching red foxes roasting chickens
And a man chasing after his hat

I saw rainbows chasing thunder
And a young boy panning for gold
And some rain drops making puddles
Dusty birds all waiting so bold

There was a horsefly playing fiddle
And a cow jumping into the sky
On a wood pile full of crickets
Was a little girl waving good bye

And a bus full of angry people
Telling me life is all a bunch of lies
Like a dead horse reeking badly
From a stomach full of swarming flies

I was dreaming, late one night
When the shadows were leaving me behind
There was a white light, full of stars
Many angels were singing, they were kind

"Destination Unknown"
John Norrington joins his friends. As the storm is approaching
the Columbia they attempt once again to return to their own time
and home in England.The mist engulfs the ship and the wind
becomes gusty, Captain Owens and his crew are ready for any
immediate manuever they may have to handle to keep the ship
on course. The ship slows then stops, things seem to appear
normal, there is Dover Harbour. The ship now heads in to port,
John Norrington and Bill Jenkins disembark from the ship and
travel by stage coach to Norrington manor where they are
greeted by their servants and staff.Hours later Bill Jenkins
goes on duty at the hotel pub, only to notice his adversary
Jack Wild standing at the bar, Jenkins slips out the back
door for a moment to tell John Norrington about Wild's
presence, Norrington could not understand that Wild is still
free undaunted by Jenkins being present. Only one conclusion
can be made, is that time travelling had brought them back to
an earlier timeline. He also realises if this is the case his
wife may still be alive,so he mounts Warrior his horse and
rides out to visit her two miles away in their summer residence.
He dismounts then goes inside. He notices her in her armchair,
they hug each other. Norrington knows now that the stage
coach tragedy is just hours away and the location where it
is to take place. He tries to tell his wife not to travel
by coach tonight and to go in the morning instead, but
she does not want to do so because she would not have
much time with her mother on her birthday, as she is
travelling to Somerset the next day, and her ship was
leaving very early. Norrington knows now he has to try
to stop the coach from crashing over the cliff. The coach
is now ready along with it's cargo of gold, the dignitaries
are prepared to leave and Norrington also boards the coach,
being part of the original passengers. The coach then leaves
on time. As it approaches the fateful bend the Wild's outlaws
attack. The coach pulls up and Wild has his gunmen hold the
passengers at gunpoint. Norrington must act quickly, so he
leaps at Wild and knocks him from his horse to the ground.
Norrington pulls out his gun as the outlaws fire at him
gunning him down. He is lying motionless.......
Has Norrington been killed ?
Will the Black Dove save the coach from destruction ?
Don't miss the exciting final conclusion in
Part 12 ...."Terminal Paradox"
Posted the 1st January 2014

some time ago
there was a old man
his name was Santa Claus
and he and his wife
was so sweet and kind,
with a white head of hair
and a curly gray beard
he sat day after day
rocking in his chair,
just to pass the time away
Santa loved children
and Miss Claus too,
Santa sat the day away
thinking what could he do
for Christmas
for all the boys and girls,
Miss Santa said
get out that old sleigh
and on Dec. 25th that very special day
when Christ was born
gather up some gifts
and give them away,
Wow what a thought
Ill call it toys for tots,
so Santa gathered up a few rain- deer
to get ready to take off
and spread some holiday cheer,
It made him think of baby
Jesus born in a barn
and his mother Mary lay him in hay
the wise men bought him gifts
it made Santa smile,
as he took off
grinning all the while,
that how I heard Christmas began
Santa just doing what the wise men
would do
bring toy to children around the world
also to spread the word about Christ
he died for our sin
thank you for reading my made up story,
it was all written for the little children
and to tell them about God and his
Glory,

Fields of green undulating
Ebbs and flow
Silence of the summers day
Heat rises

Warming the soul
With white flowing wings
Halo above
Long flowing robe
White to touch

Flowing blue sky
Field full
Games played
Bathing waters
Rest at play

The white gates bekon
but not today

ELECRIC SOUL

Through fingertips

Into the soul

Through eyes

Through silicone chips, and glass disks

Along mettle wires, and across radio waves

Knowledge is given

Knowledge is found

Entertainment is given, and received

Love is shared, and found

From billions of our flames

Sparks from our souls

Left in the system

One day

Will the system have

An electric soul ?

JP owell

Your complexity
Intensifies me
Walking away
You turn around
Brooding, and
Exuding confidence
You think…
And you hesitate,
Watching…
Every move I make
You wait, and you bait
You contemplate…
Your natural inclinations
To take
To break
To retaliate
You need to taste…
You’re a man of action
That drives you to distraction
For every minor infraction
You want to make me pay…
Bound and wincing
I need little convincing
That you mean business
Sooner than later
Reaching out
You clearly define your boundaries
And everything you see
Leaving me no room to breathe
To squirm free
You score your victory

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