Most Liked Fantasy/Science Fiction Poems (812)

If skies turned red
And seas became orange
Dogs began to talk
Cats started to roar
When I cried I bled
Dancing parrots not strange
Snake began to walk
Humans in the air soar

If horses rode bikes
Donkeys sported cars
Ants became CEOS
Flies became executives
Frogs all answered to mikes
Houses all drank in bars
Pigs blowed pianos
Negatives became positives

All we now know
No longer exists as is
It would be choatic
For the first generation
The second catching on a bit slow
The third a little slow of the biz
The fourth will be prophetic
Then humans will destroy the nation

Head spaced life embedded within never to end not to begin. Capsuled thought in tangents broadform. Capacity simple or twisted no realm. Multiple plain created in jest a simplified place made on your own. Edit the adds an edit the outs illusion grandeur infinite host. Fresh start each time's of virginal block of new paper page spaced in free thought. You'll take. . . where.... will you keep it or share it. . . or just let it go ~

My family put me in an old age home
To die like an old man here all alone
They said it was because I was talking to a ghost
A strange thing I never really meant to boast
 
But she wanted my house for herself to claim
She had nowhere else to go, and didn't have a name
This ghost, she was never my guest, I was never her host
But of all the homes on my street, she loved mine the most
 
When I finally died one pretty September day
I went back to my house and told her she couldn't stay
She said, "Fine old man, we will play a game,
and every morning it will always be the same.
I will race you to the house and whoever comes in first
Gets to haunt the house for the day, to the loser be cursed."
 
So we played her game and everyday I would win
I'd stay in the house and haunt from within
The secret of my success was no secret all
While she opened the front door, I went through the wall.

man is the most elevated of all creatures
woman is the most sublime of all ideas

man is the brain,woman is the heart;
the brain enlightens,the heart loves.

man is the genius,woman is an angel;
genius is immeasurable,an angel is undefinable

man is the code,woman is the gospel;
the code corrects,the gospel perfects.

man is the eagle that flies;woman is the lark that sings;
to fly is to dominate the space,to sing is to conquer the soul

man is placed were the earth ends,woamn is placed were the heaven begins...

who's meant for each other,only destiny determines....

I turn down the music, to a sound not heard before
Then look through the window, to see a shadow at the door
My hall window is open, wind howling all around
Then all of a sudden, i hear an awful smashing sound

I race to my phone, and my hands wont stop shaking
But the line seems to be dead, my innocence for the taking
I dont know what to do, as the the door begins to move
So i run to the stairs, and quickly race up to my room

The door is now locked, and the place is really dark
The wind is getting horrid, as i sit here feeling marked
I hear tiny footsteps, getting louder and intense
I fear for the worst, nothing left for pretence

The door creaks open,and an arm begins to appear
My heart is beating, building fear after fear
He stands with power over me, with a look i have never seen
Then sweaty and a beating heart, i gladly awake this awful dream

The shadow walks in sight of prey,
It has no sorrow, victims die.
In its darkness they will lie,
Will they live, will they die?
From shadow its victims cry.

The shadow kills without regret,
In its darkness we bow in plight.
Will we live life in its dark night?
In its shadow,
We stand alone.

From light it leaps to save the day,
Will light be enough, will darkness lose?
Will shadow overcome, will light prevail?
For who will live, will anyone die?
Will we survive?
In light or dark?

In its darkness is where its at.
In shine of light from that of dark,
The shadow fleeing from its light.
The light is here and we can live,
The light we love now shines just above.

The dark planet

Plutonian Craft...light 4 speed
Q6 food alarm...Zark 7 zerod in and
deployed the hunting party....the last
3 planets were void...Zark 7 knew
food would be here. Hunters ascew
they searched the mounain ...neutronian
tracers their guide...the vicious white
fanged creature would be in a cave
blue zerconian lite led their way...they
wanted no part of an early grave
In the far corner the creature growled with contempt
A lazer stun silenced it making efforts exempt
...carried it back to the Plutonian Craft
Quiton heaters cooked it and the crew laughed
Eating and drinking...satisfied hunger
jokes of not getting any younger
Set a course and continued to be blunt...
these humans were tasty and so easy to hunt!

Rarely writing whats really in mind
making ones read between the lines
sudden burst of rapid wit
As luck would have it
castles of words built in dreams
sentiments of love my fortress redeems

Can you feel something is amiss
Can you feel waters salty kiss
Breathing water you can feel
Touching you from head to heel

The dragon king has lived for years
And you are now inside his tears
So as you roll down from his eye
Wonder; why does the dragon cry

Ever since the dawn of man
He’s been the leader of his clan
A dragon strong, proud and cold
His skin a burnished bronze and gold
His wings so strong and yet so light
In his red eyes the lust for life

Once he was man’s fiercest foe
Now he sits and cries alone
The alchemists have gone away
The wizards too have had their day
The knights are dead the damsels too
Imagination’s been run through
By the twisted sword of fate
For gone is love what’s left is hate

Only love can make a dragon fly
So now he sits alone and cries

“Waking and dreaming”

He looked his victim straight in the eye.
But he shot him anyway.
It takes a special person to do that.
But he did it anyway.

Up and to the left and it ripped the shoulder apart.
It could have been worse but he was a good shot.
That hand gun class had paid off after all.
Still the wound was bad enough and now someone should be called.

Unfortunately that someone hadn’t shown up yet.
Probably would soon enough.
Nine-one-one.
What is your emergency?

The clock on the wall spun incessantly.
He felt he could fly and did.
Must be a lucid dream, thank God.
He wouldn’t do time after all, just wake up and take a shower.

This nightmare was nearly over he thought, half smiling to himself.
What the hell, another quick shot at a passing car just for kicks.
Just then an officer landed a fist to his jaw that woke him up as it knocked him
to the floor.
Landing on the shot man’s bleeding shoulder he became nauseous as he
realized...

A lucid dream is one thing.
Walking in your sleep can be quite another.