Best Science Fictionme Poems
I awoke in an icy hot sweat, Fearing;
Oooahwa, hovered over me, Sneering.
Had no shape, had no form, Amazing;
Out of his mouth his words, Blazing.
His fiery words burnt into my soul
Oooahwa to me his life did scroll.
I nod my head as I understand, Aching;
I'm scared to death my body's, Shaking.
Oooahwa breathes,lifeless breath,Giving;
Those around him,lifeless death, Living.
Oooahwa,no respect for dying.bravely
Those who knew said he died, knavely.
The ghastly darkness of his soul Reaching
His audible silence,to me keeps Preaching
Oooahwa's ominous silhouette Teaching
His hellish hand on my soul,was Bleaching
All of a sudden my mortal mind reeling
My arms,legs,and body dead,no feeling.
He awoke in an icy hot sweat, Fearing:
I hovered over him Sneering; Yes SNEERING
Some years ago, I saw a movie that was great.
This was back in the summer of ‘78.
“Capricorn One” was the title of this flick.
Here, NASA conducted an elaborate trick.
A journey to Mars was just a big fraud.
It was a well-made movie that we would applaud.
The film was quite popular in its day.
One of its stars was a football player named “OJ”.
Something is now difficult for thought digestion.
The picture has left me with a big question.
When I think about it, it makes me swoon.
Did we really send astronauts to the moon?
accelerate me
at the speed of light
into your event horizen
blue shift us together
closing the distance
between us
let your gravity
pull me in
fuse me
to your soul
bathe me
in gamma rays
shot from your nebula
let me study
the astro physics of your body
while we implode
with luminosity
eclipse me
an exploding quasar
drawn in
by your magnetic field
speak to me
whispers carried on stellar winds
we spiral
towards the center
filtered
through a cosmic screen
stars
being born again
Time passes and I wonder how did I come to be here.
I remember watching you from across the misty lawn.
My heart seems to stop beating and I'm almost in fear.
One minute I see you so clearly, the next minute you're gone.
Maybe I'm dreaming and I never saw you at all.
And why am I scared at the same time drawn to you?
Your sultry stare captivates me completely in thrall.
I shake my head as if it would change my perfect view.
I will myself to walk far away from your entrancing eyes.
I'm shaking and I can't figure out why I'm so scared.
This has to be my imagination playing tricks on me I surmise.
Then you appear before me as if by magic and I'm unprepared.
I panic, breathing heavy as I turn to run where you can't find me.
All of a sudden you're before me and I never even saw you pass.
I try to go in another direction, my instincts say to run, flee.
Hiding in a room, hoping you won't see me thru the stained glass.
No such luck, you somehow breathe my name from parted lips.
How could you know my name, I've never even met you before.
You swoop behind me and my body is lost to your shadow's eclipse.
Grabbing me, tearing into my throat, lapping up the blood and gore.
My knees give way and I'm too stunned to even manage a scream.
White spots cloak my vision and I'm feeling as if I may just faint.
I look down at my favorite dress, in the moonlight my blood gleams.
A calm washes over me and the biting feels good, isn't that quaint?
Darkness swallows me and to my relief, I am feeling nothing more.
Visions of gnashing teeth, and spurting blood haunt my once peaceful rest.
Jerking awake, only to realize I lay in a crumpled heap, incredibly sore.
I see that I have a bite on my throat and an even bigger one on my breast.
How will I explain this, and what do I do now, where do I go?
No one will believe me, I'd never believe it if I wasn't here to see.
How odd, I seem to be healing fast, I see that scabs are starting to grow.
I walk towards nowhere, this night was something I didn't foresee.
I sniff the air and smell an oddly familiar scent of earth, musk and fur.
It seems to pull me in that direction, as if I no longer have control.
My instincts tell me that I am going somewhere safe and secure.
I'm healed now, my dried blood now leaves me wondering, do I still have a soul?
“That’s a bad mistake,” She tells me. But I don’t care, and I crawl inside anyways.
She glowers at my fortitude, for she has never had such will power.
As I hid away; inside my little home, I take out my best kept secret; Rallyn.
His little beady eyes look up at me with confusion, and he sniffs the air as if to test it.
I smile and nod at his gesture, and he crawls off my palm and into our new home.
He soon discovers every nook and cranny, trying it all out at once.
I hold my fist out, which contains a small treasure, and his eye fill with excitement.
Jumping up and down, making an IRP!-ing sound, he coddles my hand.
I laugh, opening it up to show a fruit of Gallia, and he licks it with much satisfaction.
Giggling, he says”Where are we?” I tell him that we are under the great oak tree, safe.
He snuggles, thanking me for a new home, and asking if I have any news.
“Yes,” I say after a moment of silence. “It’s gone.” The tears came, and I held him tight.
I tell him that, although his planet gone, he still has a home. Here with me.
He looks up with red rimmed eyes, “I can’t.” And out the exit he went.
I never saw little Rallyn ever again
I met him in the airport and he told me he was a Mirza
He had ancestors who had come from Ancient Persia.
He was tall, dark, goodlooking and had the typical dark eyes.
And when he talked to me, you could tell, he would never tell lies.
He was quite a conversationalist, I could tell right away.
And seemed to be happy to be there that day.
What he told me sent goosebumps and chills up my spine.
For he said he had been killed there one morning round nine.
I looked at the clock which was above my head.
And of course it was nine, but I ask myself, was he really dead?
He continued to tell me of a suicide bomber attack.
That had happened at that airport, right there in Iraq!
He was on his way home when he felt a great blast.
The next thing he knew, he saw his body go past.
His spirit was hovering just above the ground where he lay.
He was looking all around wondering hey, "What the hay?"
He finished his story and when I looked around,
This nicelooking guy was nowhere to be found.
A trip to the library proved his tale to be true.
He wanted to tell me so I could tell you.
The airport he visits is now his own shrine.
And he visits every morning exactly at nine.
Air Force One has crashed into Manhattan.
To get the president out, it takes a special man.
For success in this task, there is quite a bit of doubt.
Once I go in this place, I should not come out.
The whole island is a maximum security prison.
I get a full pardon if I succeed in this mission.
The police have saddled me with some heavy loads.
There are twenty-four hours before this bomb explodes
This microscopic explosive is in my carotid artery.
The Duke of New York holds the president in captivity.
He has already lost a finger to the Duke's untamed savagery.
For help, I have Brain and his girl Maggie.
Another inmate helping me is someone known as “Cabbie”.
There is something else important that I must get.
Secrets of nuclear fusion are recorded on a cassette.
I have to get this and the president to safety.
I hope the president likes to listen to “Bandstand Boogie”.
Based on the 1981 film "Escape From New York"
I am Insignificant, Incomplete
Never happy with defeat
I live because I am
Dead on broken feet
I Stare at you with lifeless eyes
Rotten face with broken jaw.
Hurt me more. It never dies.
Tear me in half and I just crawl.
A unholy, consuming appetite.
Burning pain without a cure.
Flesh, Bones and Brain delight
Don't judge me We are all impure.
We are many, We are all
Thousands hunger after you
You can not run, Your life is through
Close your eyes and say goodbye
We both know we should give it our all but it seems that I can never hit the target with
my rhymes.
I can't get a dime for my lyrics.
Am I stuck running around in a circle or do I make my own route?
I bust through the wall only to find more and more obstacles waiting for me.
My brain's screwed and now it's all the way in outer space.
Someone call the aliens and tell them to abduct me and skewer me.
Tell them to fire up the lasers and dissect me or possibly even kill.
I'm telling you now, no one would miss me.
We're all stuck in a circle sometimes trying to get out.
It's called our comfort zone.
Whether it's small or big, it's what stops us from trying new things.
im really hurting
he says he loves me but he dont say anything to me
so he tore my heart out of my chest and it cannot be restored
i feel like crying but i cant i feel like i have to hold in my feelings
i wish he say he loved me tooo
Blood Curdled at The Chilling Quill
Sanctuary I prayed
Feet stumbling at a wet dank alter
Crumbled brick the skeletal shell
Of ancient cathedral
Safety
Mausoleum in the gloom of battered drips
Their ghostly quill of written blood
And zombie skins of parchment
Write their movement
On the clammy tips of sweat
Don’t even breathe
As the screaming prickling hairs stand stiff
As the chilling curdled down my neck
I am alone
Cold swirls fog phantoms in my mouth
And bitter teeth bite at one time warmth
As every veil and smack of dark
Stammers of cold footsteps
Cold stone to grind my fist
At Death
Dead
Un-Living
Un-Dead
Footsteps
Approaching
Hunters Moon haunted its taste for blood
The cowl of foxes
In midnights canine witchcraft
Thought to stampede on shattered stain glass
And spit the gargoyles fallen head
In spells of horror demolished
Sainted tiny fire I prayed
Sanctuary
From the tombs of dusted bones
Let me sleep
Let me sleep
Behind burning eyes
And drag from the crag the whimpering prize
Of terror
Let me edge on the ripping dawn
Never to rest on burial ground
I see sexual abandon,
I see a mother preganant by me in reality or dream,
I see people making a lot of money from me,
I see people crying every where,
I see enemies trying to defeat me by cunning,
I see towers of babylon trying to control me with search beams,
I see the future change slightly every day,
And in my mind is a friend saying don't fall for another day,
I am far off and here,
Here there and everywhere,
And it hurts.