Fiction Poems - Poems about Fiction

I used to ride the train from school to home and back, every other weekend, in an old Pullman car built in the nineteen-thirties. It smelled like my grandma’s house— a little musty, like time had curled up and fallen asleep in the cushions. Too warm, always, but the clickety-clack over tie bars and rail frogs lulled me to sleep, rocking me gently as if the...

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dean meat-mad @impossible3 rob'in'/hood; all get free lunches 1week says impossible3 need2learn: responsibility clean: building lab/gym 3decas old when meat-looks mattered laze lock/chains (nokey) dust!dirt!choke!cough! meat reflex: disgust hands make meat motions oldstyle wax on/off, lolz 2of3 sees button red/blue meat response: excitement 1of3: worried @meatspeak 3of3: trouble/warn/no 2of3: meat-weak presses red/blue quick 3beepLOUD meat reflex: alarm/worried/fear floorMOVE meatmoves: 2of3falls WATER (w/out floor) meat word: stagnant/gross/nasty meat memory: ocean/sea/brine/salt/brackish 2of3 splash/swim/paddle 1of3 reach/grab/help 2of3: pain/blood/agony 1of3 recall:...

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What we think we know From the history book as we grow About how we become humans Might just be a grain of sand in a desert Religion taught of the creation A good will of a bigger being Who from dust mold, better carves The most intelligent thing on Earth. Early scientists say we evolve From ape-like creatures, bushy hairs Transformed from round...

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on ship’s voyage cosmos-deep a captain’s life was laid to sleep wrapped in linen mummy-style and thrown into the stellar keep he floated on in endless black ...

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once as dead as a dodo, what a crazy El Mundo taking the wheel another time, life on its rodeo Segundo a DNA cocktail of Big Bird and Bert's Nicobar pigeon dodos with canary plumes and rainbow beaks jaywalk again...

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the High Honor "boulé de tout fort" or "le coq d'une fort" ...

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Couple coding : she combined the two first names to create one name. Fans of this character often loved these two people. While their characters were hot: they would often tour signing autographs, making a lot of money selling merchandise and meeting there fans.Key frames in animation often bridge the gap: between keyframes. It's a term called inbetweens. The...

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Turning over in a ruffled bed, stark red numbers sear 4 a.m. into bloodshot corneas. Nothing but darkness creeps through threadbare curtains, frozen in place. A desolate silence becomes deafening, as birdsong no longer crescendos— what would have been the breaking of dawn. It's been six years now since our brightest star was thrown out of orbit, exposing the frozen side...

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As Far as our Eyes will see, In a Vast, and seemingly endless World to the Future’s greatest of Extents, in a little Hut, Hidden in a Swamp, Lies little Old Ms. Garratha. with the few who Reside alongside. They Eventually found a Beautiful spring, during their driest of seasons, although seasoning doesn’t matter -- when It’s Wet twenty-four -- Seven. The Decision to have a whiff, without a -- Sniffer, may Just...

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We came not for conquest, but for containment— though conquest is what happens when containment itches beneath the skin like sulfur spores in a sealed lung. They had the secret. Not gold, not weapons, not prophecy— but language that healed. Real language— not poetry, not prayer, but syntax of cells. Their infants spoke in codons. Their trees rustled in protein sequences. Their dead decomposed into algorithms that rewrote the...

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An eerie wind blows through the decaying bushes on the outskirts, while a rusted door sways on its broken hinges. The smell of ozone lingers from thunder cracking in the distance, as heavy rain unleashes upon the abandoned prairie. A broken soul wanders the expanse, searching for any solace in...

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Once understanding truth, is when fiction becomes paramount. If not for fiction, truth would never expand, rather stay static. Without fiction, invention would not become possible, just a cosmetic. Without fiction, creativity would become impractical, in turn ceasing much doubt Without fiction, where's contradiction? Relying on fact alone creates a closed mind, Unwilling to learn or listen to opinion or...

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What if the orbiting earth were to unexpectedly run into a brick wall speeding through the galaxy one night in the middle of Fall? Can you imagine the sounds of death, destruction, and annihilation as Christchurch, New Zealand, crashes into the Atlanta Metro bus station? I don’t think that that would be any fun ~ at all! Bonus poem She unexpectedly...

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The Sea of Tranquility gives rise to a parasitic plague, Colonizing mechanical machines grinding, Robotic arms frantically fabricating an inhospitable habitat. Plumes of blackened smoke drift off into zero gravity— A profuse profanity birthing intergalactic implosions. Forfeited steel domes replace a once-pristine satellite, Whilst humanity, like vultures, journeys to...

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A boy from a distant galaxy does wander, calls home on his intergalactic transponder, stares into the black where countless twinkles swirled, at an unremarkable nearby world. That planet is, of all signs of life, long devoid, unless, by geology, it has been destroyed. More fascinating than just any rock or pebble, peering through his brand new spacesuit's bubble, lies before...

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