Best Out Of This World Poems
walkway to the stars
kaleidoscope nebula
milky way beckons
by Carol Fillmore
for Rick Parise's contest: Haiku Beyond (Nature Only)
Another day gone
I come home
And see you standing there
Arms open wide
You hold me like
I've been away for years
Moon light glow
First thing I know
your touch takes me away
Love so sweet
Leading me
Right through heaven's gates
It's out of this world
What you do to me
Angels like you
Are few and far between
No one else on earth
Loves me like you girl
Your rush is out of this world
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You are cordially invited
To a party on the moon!
We’re not quite sure about the date,
But relatively soon!
In case you were wondering
About how you should dress;
Feel free to beam yourself aboard
In your futuristic best.
It’ll be light-years of fun,
We’ll have a cosmic ball!
We can all take selfies with the Earth
And make ourselves feel small.
It will last a lunar hour,
Which is 1.13 days.
It will be a first for earthlings,
A total blast in every way!
So if you think you’re brave enough
To party on the moon,
Our spaceship fits 500,
So RSVP soon!
Out of This World
I dream
Of an outer-space galaxy
An incredible parallel universe
For only you and me
I spread my wings and soar
Come, the stars wont let us fall
Please come join me
Only you can break down this wall
Well fly away
To this special place I know
Our own stratosphere beyond the Milky Way
Where only you and I can go
Its a fantasy world
Well flee to this far away place
To forget our pain and build our dreams
That can never be erased
A life unknown
Instead of sadness, there's only pure bliss
And we no longer live on the air that we breathe
Now we survive on each hug and kiss
Simply serene
Simultaneous rays of moon and sunlight
Everything perfectly balanced
Never finding reason to fight
Hold me close
On this soft bed of sand
Then well walk this path together
Always hand in hand
Passing through a threshold
Many beginnings but never any ends
Falling upon completion
A lifetime together well spend
Copyright ©2007 Erica Marie King
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Play Tape... "Coming in ..clear on the screen..
It's all black, No, Wait! It's green!"
They all start to shout.
" We've got one! No Doubt!"
" Hold that picture! Oh, God! Eeeee..NNnnnnnn...
" Your intrusions we surely will foil."
Your devices that you send to toil
with one silver arm,
can cause us no harm,
as we wait beneath cold, rusty soil.
End Of Transmission.
Such wondrous vista on high, what magical secrets will it share
Since the very beginning, we've dreamt of this voyage extraordinaire
Not too many years from now
Man will discover how
Get ready for an out-of-this-world vacation totally rare
nobody knows where I’m going
I am not a child of this world
they say I’m just passing through
but I know the difference between the lines
of hate and love in a haunted world where the rain falls hard
and the fools run the show
Time is not on my side
And I don’t see straight down the line
I see the curve that we can’t make at this speed
Put the break on and call the dogs home
It’s never to late to call it a day
Leave it to the people who care
Cause I’m the lonely type
Cigarettes and beer
window down walking down the track
waiting for a train out of this world
Intelligent life is out there;
I can't see this being untrue.
So on that premise let's be fair,
There are alien poets too.
My only question is therefore,
How "human" stacks as metaphor.
There was a gal who saw little green men
while drinking Guinness - about nine or ten,
she thought they would disappear
if she stopped the Irish beer...
but she's become their earthly specimen!
each page is a portal
to another dimension
opened by the spell
of poetic intention
each line is a boundary
waiting to be breached
by splendid creativity
so enlightenment can be reached
each pen is a wand
holding creative power
transporting us beyond
current place and hour
each swirl of ink
creates a brand new world
into which we sink
anticipating being whirled
round and round
the realm of imagination
where magic can be found
poetry's beautiful destination
Out of this world are my thoughts you see cause they are filled with and vitality
infinite minds roaming these galaxy's exploring space and time vertures of all kinds.
finding mind blowing super nova that still await to be discovered,
and seen by man kind and to become known impious as if this kind
of existence was never before what that you hear is a knocking on the door.
so open up to reality and you will see that the truth his been hidden from humanity.
A black hole
floats in space.....
.....it slowly melts
unspeakably spinning
into a shining star~
Within ones spirit
floating in space
ones poor image melts
couragously changing
into a glimmering soul
which in turn is...
OUT OF THIS WORLD~
Hi.
I am writing this poem about love.
Mostly for the loveless,
the love hurts and heart breaks.
The love saints believing in fairytale endings.
Texting.
Messaging.
Love emojis.
Blindingly selecting gains.
You do not know what love is.
Of course I'd say like the sunshine love is warm,
the light creeping in.
Breaking the shade under lifes tree.
And like two halves to this speech,
love is the highs the lows, repeat.
And not just what you would like to see.
The backstage scenes are real.
The tears and arguments,
seemingly simple envy--greed.
It is the silence in your room when that text arrives and your heart assumes,
he cares,
they want me,
she misses me again.
Jane knew about the trends and also had the best response.
When guys texted, dropped knives til she found the one pain that she could take--not another cheating Drake,
but that thumping pain from her beating heart,
and that image of her loneliness burnt at the stake.
That warmth in her veins sprouting elation on her face,
it's great.
But Josh would never take the first step.
It is that portrait shrouded in bliss,
of a Jochebeds face as she gazed at her Moses resisting the urge to hold tightly to unwillingness as she let that basket drift into the world.
Her hands bloody with her blood as she grips tightly to broken mirrors,
her heart,
filled with so much love.
Imagine how she felt.
Love is...
Love is also dark.
Sounds dramatic but the truth is, this is the truth.
Grouping constructive criticism,
candid minds and every version of love that reminds you they've got your back.
Pulling down on the straps of the backpack so as to carry that pressure,
so as to reassure you that you're all they want.
Love is that ghost,
that haunts when loneliness is seated by your side.
Your confidant.
You ask, why?
Always cheering and giving a hand throughout the fight.
You look up.
Bruised and beaten--and you smile in that stage,
because loves still sitting in the front,
saying.
Hi.
10/11/17?
How do you mock he who's chosen by the Gods?
Enslaved minds failing to acknowledge the reality before their eyes,
Cut from different cloths courage cooked from different pots,
Guess I died long ago I'm just living the minutes attached to this mortal flesh,
Breath anxious to part this earth,
You still are trying to piece these lines while I bring peace to your souls, spiritually.
My mind is not mortal; my thoughts are not of the living,
Way passed the human time zone, there I go like a star shot,
Left your mind twerking in confusion, a dust heading into forever on a mission
11/22/20
In and out of this world
I'd buy her more than diamonds, pearls
And ice cream with swirls
Work hard to get it, no matter the likelihood
Girl, let's get one thing understood
For you, I really would, make sure no other could
Cause harm, or need for alarm
I want you to be happy and see you doing good
As you should
You really deserve it and earned it
There's 2 million ways to word this
If one thing is certain
It's when I met you in person
That time I spent with you, I would never reverse it
Despite all my blessings and curses
Girl, I'd like to do much more than a service
I'll support you and surprise you on a daily occurrence
Staying determined and living life with purpose
Otherwise what's the point? Then it's all worthless
I am who I am
On a piece of land
As a man
I offer you my hand
No other demands
Let's set some plans
And follow through when we can
If it doesn't work out, I understand
I'd be lying, if I said it didn't make me feel sad
And
Like I keep on getting damned
Oh well too bad
I'm still here, and for that I'm glad
However long it takes
I'm willing to wait
For real love, nothing fake
Honesty, commitment and faith
I can really appreciate
True beauty
And I'm willing to do my duty
Most of these people are too fruity
I will truly love you duly
A rise and drop in RPM
Pulling up to the ATM
At 2 PM and 4 AM
In a world full of havoc and mayhem
Jen you really are a gem
I want to be your man, not just a friend
Instead of things coming to an end
Because that would just be yet again
Heartbreak, who am I to pretend