Best Wormhole Poems

"I'm bored," said Alice to nobody in particular. Lying in her bedroom, gazing wistfully at the stars, she often wondered what life might be like on another planet. School was boring, she didn't have any friends to speak of, and it had been nearly four...

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The basilisk is looking my way
Time fragmented into memorial shards
Explosive regeneration hides pain
These flames won't cleanse my wounds

Dark strands of your hair cover me like a cat of nine tails
Each strike harder than the last but I can't look away
This wormhole gateway into your soul...

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he heard the golden trumpets calling
sounds coming from an empty mansard
as heat rises over his copper head
over his eponymous cosmos

the maker of secular arts
shall fall before he could rise for the first time

only because there's a leak sur le jardin
the maker shall fall deep down
bound...

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The hole in my heart
Is as vast as the open sea
But boundless when closed...

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WormHole
Author: fjamesj9701


Engine engine number nine
Take me to another place and time
A world maybe parallel to mine
Somewhere untouched by mankind
I know through God all things are possible
In concideration for the implausible 
But if this train should fall off its track
At least I know Im still not...

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Escaping this
Insane dimension
Spiraling down a
Galactic wormhole 
To a tuneful melody-
Warping ... diverging....

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John Slides Through a Wormhole

By Elton Camp

Disbelief you must willingly suspend
In order for this fantasy poem to begin

A wormhole, points in time does connect
In an instant move 100 years please expect

John was living a century in our past,
But into the year 2012, he was cast

A...

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a portal has
opened up
within the 
wormhole 
creating a 
chance to 
jump on 
through 
to another 
variation
of reality 
much brighter 
than the existing 
version of  
reality that 
one finds 
themselves 
living in...

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I fell headlong down a wormhole

Though laying in my bed

I saw quasars and quarks spinning above my head

And atoms racing neutrinos then colliding

Just then I banged my head

Spun head over heels

Yet still descended

Then I witnessed kaleidoscopic seas

And dolphins leaping from the waves

And birds in assorted...

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Good evening, sir, my name is Alice.
A man of peculiar predilections, 
Lewis Carroll, made me, not from malice.
Rather, more so, from his affections. 

A pen name for a man, pedagogic, 
Charles Dodgson was the given name 
of this Oxford professor of sound logic.
To me, he's...

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Early one morn, Alice spied a strange spaceship, 
Rocketing towards her, with a rabbit cracking a whip.
In the blink of an eye, it landed beside her.
Out popped the rabbit, yelling in a frenzied blur: 
"It's Time, It's Time, No Time to Waste;" 
"Space Time is...

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The wormhole led them to a desert, 
where they could see dunes ahead. 
The elf looked at Alice, nodded, and smiled. 
She understood what his smile meant. 
A few hours later, they stood in front of the dunes 
When suddenly sentinels appeared around them. 
Alice...

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Now I’m ninety solar masses and I grow as I accrete
all the inter-stellar gasses near my neighbors when we meet.
My doctor says I’ve grown too fat too fast, “… it’s unsustainable!”
But I’ve big plans for a big blast that I know is attainable:

I’ll do the...

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Poem written for “Alice Through the Wormhole” Poetry Contest, Tom Woody, Sponsor, July 2025

BUCKLE UP ALICE!
Buckle up, Alice, for the cosmos calls!

The stars beckon with a siren song of the unknown.
The air crackles, charged with electricity.
Gravity bends and warps, pulling at the seams of reality....

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Day 1
I fall—not through space
something thinner—
like light stretched
too far
across the skin of a thought
I buried years ago

The tunnel hums
with memory—
a child’s scream rising into laughter,
the sting of ozone before the storm
the flicker between blinks
where everything vanishes

Darkness
Sun blinds— 

Day 2
The sky is a calm equation—
no clouds,...

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