Best Alien Poems
ALIEN -NOT- HUMAN
Alien life form--- ---Far from human toucH
Living among it self--- ---In the heavens like a gurU
Intelligence kept from civilization--- ---Scientist call it a phantoM
Earth remains alone--- ---Like a secret ninjA
NASA's top secret--- ---You are not humanN
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I thought I could wow them with poems from earth
Poems of joy and humor, poems extolling it’s worth
So I laid out poems from Michael, Gail, and me
From Andrea, David, Gwen, and Ilene
From PD, Harry, Mandy, and Chris
From Jack, Craig, Cyndi, and Liz…
For I was sure once they read our beautiful works
They would embrace us and love our humanly quirks!
So last night I taped them all over my skin
Knowing they’d find them if they took me again…
When I woke up, they were gone and I had a reply:
“We enjoyed reading those poems last night,
And thanks for the names of the earthlings too -
We have many more experiments to do!”
2/7/13
For Michael's boomerang...send your poem for a ride contest
I had an alien for two weeks before I realized how unusual she was.
I wish I could be a mouse in the corner, I had said, and I was.
My alien gave me a cracker, patted me on the head, and reminded me
Once again, how important it is to keep her earth-visit quiet from the masses.
I nibbled on the cracker nervously, wondering how long I would be stuck
Wearing this smelly fur suit, dragging this ugly super long tail?
Praying that Shark, my killer cat was out hunting somewhere else.
Poof! I was back in my normal body.
What other talents do you have? I asked my alien friend.
Not in words because aliens from the two-galaxies-over talk in thoughts.
I am a tripartite, she tele-pathed to me.
What’s that?
Her body immediately transmogrified into three separate, untouching-pieces.
Before I could close my shocked wide-open mouth, she had transmuted back into one complete alien.
Can you disappear? I asked her.
That was the last I ever saw of her.
Some days, however, I feel that she is here, invisible, watching me,
On those days, I wonder if I am going to find
Myself munching on a cracker.
The Guennol Lioness is the most expensive sculpture ever sold at auction.
If she were of another constitution,
which was better suited to our social responsibilities –
a frailty of son,
a defenselessness of husband,
a femininity of man, -
she might be able to hope for an echo of our sympathy,
to become a son, a husband, a man.
Alas,
a strength, a muscularity, a gender certainty,
as well as a looking left dissociation –
rather a detachment from reality than a loss of it -
all of it makes she an alien with no legal right of abode in a here.
But, when no one's looking, I nurse my dreams of her:
the Guennol Lioness is worth its weight in gold.
This is so sensual.
Another Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
07.07.2019
Weightless, within a sea of black,
ebony hugs your every curve.
And yet, you sense you're not alone,
for someone calls compellingly.
A portal appears in the pitch,
as shafts of light dispel the dark.
And like a Goddess, you glow in
an aura of shimmering light.
Color, dripping drops of crimson,
leaves a copper taste on your tongue.
And secluded in the shadows,
fear flickers in and out of view.
Fingers caress body and soul,
not as a man might stroke a pet.
But like an intimate lover,
arousing passion with his touch.
Hidden behind a shield of dreams,
every night, you are returned home.
And you awaken, unaware
that alien abductions are real.
(Blank Verse)
5/5/2013
My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien, that's why
Just get up and shout it!
Her mind control crying
Gets her anything she wants
I say "That's not fair!"
But she just looks at me and taunts
My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien, that's why
Just get up and shout it!
It's just a disguise
I'm on to her
Is she scaly
Or covered in fur
My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien, that's why
Just get up and shout it!
She's spying on us
They 're ready to invade
So don't just be frightened
Be very afraid!
My sister is strange
There's no doubt about it
She's an Alien, that's why
Just get up and shout it!
She knows I'm on to her
She's calling for friends
So run for your life
And hide till it ends
Ancient Alien Earthman
Captivating galaxies numbering more
than grains of sand carpeting a shore
Spheres orbiting stellar giants of yore
a plethora of exquisite jewels and ore
Humans should revel in their inclusion
amid a choreographed mystic creation
Flawlessly crafted objects of perfection
an orchestrated symphonic conception
Corroded vision envelops bigoted eyes
antediluvian blinders befuddle the wise
Deep consternations must be liberated
dread of unknowns willfully annihilated
Distant worlds peculiar and enchanting
purple skies bring snowflakes in spring
Hopefulness aroused by emerald moon
patiently await solar heat not monsoon
Wanderlust evokes interstellar journeys
light years away towards a dark furnace
Emanating celestial wonders exude elan
Starman greets Ancient Alien Earthman!
3/21/2022
8:20 p.m.
Lake Worth
Florida USA
Centuries you rule
a safe passage heavenly
in conformity
with deeds given to aid you...
after the battle we fall.
© Harry J Horsman 2014
ALIEN
Someone came to my room last night
An alien, I am sure, in frisson of delight
He crumbled on my dilly springbok breasts
And kissed my **** between love and rests
He was good at love, so how could I fight?
He was from a planetoid, a quicksilver lake
He stopped by my humble hut and saw me awake
He never thought of amber swan up for a take
He smiled like an early bird and put out the light
He was good at love, so how could I fight?
He had a wispy whisper to tell his tale
Which began in a Blanagram and ended in a whale
“My little Mary sunshine my hands go downhill
You are an earthling a cure for alien spill
You are a maritime dream of red sea squill”
I burst at the seams, a jiggery-pokery prank, a twist
Our love went on hand in hand and hand over fist
I sang a willow’s song “How a maid can milk a bull!”
I had no hammer, a chisel, a drake or a drool
But he was good at love, How could I resist?
Next day I bled and I was fresh as tart
I slept with an alien and took other's part
After all he was right, he lost his star chart.
© RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
27th October, 2014
above our heads
and flying high,
manipulations few could believe
whole generations fooled
and bled to slave at life - with chance
to stay above the doom
that lay beneath the lies - that feed
the masters of our destiny - blindly led
to fight their wars - for gold beyond
what measures know - to harvest
souls and build a race - with no emotion
....shades of gray - everyday we start
again - with chosen scripts
approved by those who rule this
place we think is free - they give
us games and penny idols - 'till
one morn' - we'll wake and look around
with no emotion
to
be
found
inspired by and a tribute to "Rowdy Roddy Piper"
and his featured role in the 1988 movie.... "They Live"
We were invaded peacefully
There was no sign of strife
Then they went back to their own planet
To find intelligent life
The Major told the Five Star
Yes sir, I did read all the reports
And I hurried to the men’s room
Because I had to change my shorts
Had they caught the alien invaders
The world would have been in shock
And we would have went to war
Because earthlings are too dumb to talk
We might have ordered bombings
Because we were afraid to take a chance
And if the bombs were ineffective
We’d have probably peed our pants
We use our natural resources
But we never use our ears
And our leaders manipulate our feelings
By playing on our fears
If you don’t believe me
I hope this will make you smile
I like your planet earthling
Think I’ll stay here for a while.
Deep into my sleep
And completely unsuspecting
My alien abduction
Would be truly frightening
My cold chills were real
Giant black eyes watching me
I'm paralyzed by electrodes
And the lack of empathy
I'll be okay, I'll be okay
I'm repeating to myself
Feeling dreadful vertigo
As if the ground begins to tilt
Lying in a slender cot
Two young children at my side
I worry they will fall
So I cling to them so tight
I've seen too many movies
Perhaps read too many books
Sometimes my fertile imagination
Will not let me off the hook
But wouldn't it be strange
If somewhere in the stars
I have two hybrid daughters
Wondering why daddy is so far?
When the earth crumbles
Into something foreign and
Suffocates me—dead
Like a spider in the water,
I realise what has been bothering me all along:
It is my own mortality
A distant song
A bad fatality
A cool, unopened telephone
A modern dial
What’s the use in trying
To make life what it will never be
A pleasure is not what life is about
Because around you people are dying
And there’s no time for crying
So what is there to do
When the earth crumbles
Into something foreign and
Suffocates me so that I’m foreign, too
And everyone around me is foreign—dead
—Alive—wishing to be dead—wishing to be alive-
Wanting to give
What we don’t have to give,
Like a man inclined to drink himself to death
On an evening like every other evening
On a night like every other night -
I take the shining bullet
That my father left behind
Because what use is there to live
In an alien world where everyone is alien to everyone
And wishing to break free, not to be alien
Not to be sinners but to regain redemption
We’re all so sorry for what we have done
When the earth crumbles
Into something foreign
And suffocates me again so that I am dead
And the bullet that has often shined doesn’t seem to shine so much any more,
I will escape all that is alien by shooting myself in the brain
And hope that death is not alien
When I have always suspected that death is the same
(This is a fictional poem)
My wife is an alien and this morning she laid an egg.
She may be green but she has a great pair of legs.
She has two large antennas that are on her head.
She's smarter than Einstein but she's lousy in bed.
The egg will hatch next month and when it does, we'll have a little tyke.
It will be half human and half alien, I'm scared of what it will look like.
My wife is ugly and people usually scream after they've seen her.
We just got in a big fight over finances and she bit off my wiener.
We were deeply in love but now she's my foe.
If an alien proposes to you, you'd better say no.
Groot Limericks
Groot is an alien tree being
So tall you just cannot miss him
He obsorbed a bomb blast
Protecting friends from fall fast
And regrown in a pot from one limb
Groot would only say one word
Racoon understood what he heard
Best friends they did stay
Kept baddies at bay
Together both stood undeterred
Groot the loveable tree cutie
Likes to dance in the movie
His moves are so smooth
A dance partner to choose
King of the space disco boogie
09.10.20