Best Fantasyearth Poems


Herbringer End

The humble dank, dark hall of death
Was quiet, peaceful and stocked.
With corpses bandaged, naked and cold
And not even close to rottening.

Leather faced pretties and fly-blown chaps
Beneath the sheets snow white.
They soon will rise from sudden sleep
   And roam this earth once more.

Behold these brown flesh dregs demised
And smell their morbid fragrance.
That topical scent that's sprayed and meant
     To end all toxic gases.

When the frigid earth has brokened, the dirt still dry
    So soon the dead will bloom.
From crumbling dirt and even worse
They'll struggle free from tombs.

Scartching cloths from decades past
Within their caskets torn
With dirty filthy finger nails in need of manicures.

As mourners moon comes drawing near
Before the grim owls call.
They'll toil the earth in search of him
Who mocked the dead and cold.

You'll cringe and scream and tears will stream
   On the Herbringer of your end.

You'll never again lay a cold bologna sandwhich
      On the chest of the dead again.

Contact With Extra-Terrestrials

Contact with Extra-Terrestrials?

By Elton Camp

Our galaxy is an enormous place
Extends into the depths of space
Even a “nearby” star is so far
Trip there physics does bebar

Even at light’s amazing speed
Full four years we would need
Spaceship can never go that fast
So many decades trip would last

Would make hard the rule
To take along enough fuel
Also would be incredible feat
To carry along enough to eat

If on the way, vessel needs repair
Not a single soul will ever be there
Own mending you must try
Not good enough?  You die.

Really, to it is no need to go.
Has no planets, experts know
It is true many planets have been found
Outside our own solar system’s bound

 Most are nothing but a gassy ball
Can’t support any human life at all
Few are found with solid crust
But are dry, hot covered by dust

Perhaps a place like Earth is there
But we have not a clue as to where
Naught to put us right on the track
To find needle in cosmic haystack

SETI has listened well for many a year
Not a single intelligent signal to hear
Does it mean nobody is out there?
Or to make contact they don’t care?

Maybe aliens are more advanced than we.
Have found some way our Earth to see.
Discovered just how they can stay alive
While exceeding light with warp drive

If space is curved like they say,
Wormholes may show the way
If find there some cosmic kink,
Travel through space in a wink

Why in space-time should they slip?
What here could be worth the trip?
 Why would they come so very far
To view a planet of hate and war?
© Elton Camp  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Return of Earth To the Devout

Squadron assembled
Trojans and droids
Three sisters their target
Null to void
 
Atmosphere entered
Red to grey glow
As we near earths terrain
Red rivers flow
 
Cities on fire
Civilisation of pyres
No daylight sensed
Extinguished, by these darkened pariah's
 
The droids report back
These sisters three
In New York spotted
Near the Statue of Liberty
 
The decision is made
To take them out
To salvage the earth
Return to the devout
 
Kestrel fighters
With missiles primed
Head to the target
Mission define
 
On contact of hit
The heads explode
Filled with the souls
Of past earths abode
 
It has to take
The souls of the free
To rid these pariahs
For all eternity
 
In formation swoop
Waves of three
Triangular pincer
Missiles release
 
The first to fall
Kristy Krull
Two direct hits
This devout cull
 
Ale-era the Apocalypse
From the freedom torch falls
All three strike home
Liberty Island calls
 
Illyanna
The darkened leader
Whom the sisters follow
Pariah feeder
 
In Central Park
Her power failing 
Kestrels strike
The darkened flailing
 
The last entity
In blackened spew
Illyanna
Downed by the souls so true
 
It took many many years
For the deathly red to fade
For the earth to return
To it's previous glade
 
From the Jungles of Jupiter
A cry was heard
Mother earth is dying
Devout is our word



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Dragon Flyer

Dragon Flyer..



Her and her black dragon roaming the earth for years..
Everything has been desolated earth torn to tears..
She has the dragon wings, with a dragons soul inside her heart..
The power, the wisdom, cloaked, flying Knight, awesome.

The dragon that she fly’s.. 
With his magical powers of no deny.. 
Their heart beats as one,  their soul is black, not free.. 
The dragon flyer is evil, as her dragon can ever be.. 

They have been through many evil wars.. 
Usually called upon, by the evil Dark Lords..
© Jack Reed  Create an image from this poem.

The Power of Morgroth

The most powerful 
of evil beings
    has come to Middle Earth 
  With the power of 
the three Silmarils 
     at his command
He built himself a 
    mighty fortress
       Born from discordance 
he is the incarnation of 
   darkness
As the Eldar and
 the fledgling race 
    of men 
        Try to keep peace 
in their lands 
      He comes into their midst 
wielding great power
   The Valar know of this 
  Yet it is up to 
the dwellers in Middle Earth 
  to deal with 
this malevolent being 
    They must summon
all their strength 
The balance of all creation 
is threatened 
   One of Morgroth's 
servants 
   will later become 
a threat 
   But for now the dark King 
      must be handed 
  a defeat 
   Or the free peoples 
will face the consequences

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