Best Wormhole Poems
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 Supernova Bossa Nova, watch me when I blow.
Let’s do the Supernova Bossa Nova and host a cosmic show
for galaxies both near and far, a dazzling dance display,
and I’ll blow a smoke ring where we are here in the Milky Way.
My hydrogen will all convert and soon I will implode,
that's inward, I’m an introvert, but watch my shell explode.
My core will keep on shrinking ‘til a blackhole is created,
a wormhole linking to a world where dance is venerated.
We’ll do the Supernova Bossa Nova, watch me when I blow.
You can blame the Bossa Nova but let’s all enjoy the show!
July 4, 2020
For the “You are a star Poetry Contest” sponsored by Nina Parmenter (First Place)
Categories:
wormhole, dance, introspection, science, star,
Form:
Personification
She followed a rabbit
stitched from stardust,
leaping between planets
like lily pads of light.
A comet brushed her cheek
a whisper,
a secret,
a scent of home long gone.
Her dress,
woven from constellations,
twirled in zero gravity,
threads unraveling into galaxies.
The wormhole found her.
Not a door,
but a pulse,
a soft tear in the silence. She stepped in.
Light bent like memory.
Time folded into origami.
She became
a thought,
a chord,
a gasp inside the cosmos.
When she landed,
a planet blinked.
Rings spun like teacups.
A queen in a glass crown said:
“Wonderland was never down.
It was always above.”
And Alice
floating,
smiling,
rewrote the stars
with her finger.
Categories:
wormhole, creation, mystery, space,
Form:
Free verse
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, no noise,
just light folded neatly
like fresh hospital sheets
The grass soft as breath.
No bugs. No bruises.
Everyone wears a gentle smile
like they’re born with softness
“Hello, Alice.”
They say it like a blessing.
They say it like I belong.
The air is perfectly
warm, like an infant’s cradle
Day 7
They say God
carved this world out with scalpels
—not one corner flawed
Every turn I’m greeted with
a warm, prepared smile,
“Hello, Alice.”
Nothing bleeds.
Knives are ornaments.
They assume I was born
with the scars on my wrist.
Even sorrow comes in silk-lined boxes,
labeled, packed,
ready to ship away
I tried to cry
The air wiped the tears dry
The silence tastes sweet here
and I cringe at the taste of sugar
Day 18
I tore up the garden today.
The tulips giggled
as I snapped their necks.
No dirt beneath—just
velvet lining.
I screamed into my reflection
in the lake with no ripples.
She smiled back
lips curled at a planned angle
I wandered around the city
grabbing strangers by the wrists
I want to shake their smile off their faces—
What hurts here? I ask
They blink:
What’s that?
Day 19
A couple invited me to dinner.
Ray and Jay.
They’ve never fought.
They finish each other’s sentences
like synchronized clocks.
They agree
on the color of the sheets,
the taste of strawberries,
how long to hold eye contact.
I watched them toast to peace.
I wanted to scream
just to see if they’d flinch—
I don’t know how much more I can take.
Day ??
I stepped off the roof
Not for death, no—
i just want a crack in the lined tiles
hair unravelled by wild wind
a cut that stings before it heals
But the air caught me,
soft as a baby’s first blanket
I landed on a bed of
roses with no thrones
Ray helped me up
while Jay offered me apple tea
“Hello, Alice,” they said
“Welcome back to the dream.”
Categories:
wormhole, dream, surreal,
Form:
Free verse
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 fails
But I cannot feel you any other way
Ubiquity of your eyes creates a prison of denial
The pretenders would believe this can be beaten
Hangman is cut loose by a cellar door
Every day I want you more and more
Spare the incidentals and grant me once more
How do I get back there?
How do I get back to that place where I held you?
How do I get back into your beautiful heart?
This wormhole gateway into your soul fails
But I feel you. Every day.
J.Hart 01/30/10
Categories:
wormhole, lost loveme, , memorial,
Form:
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 to his cloaked heart of starkness
Categories:
wormhole, art, imagery, surreal, words,
Form:
Free verse
The hole in my heart
Is as vast as the open sea
But boundless when closed
Categories:
wormhole, allegory, beautiful, beauty, conflict,
Form:
Haiku
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 coming back
Categories:
wormhole, science fiction,
Form:
Free verse
Escaping this
Insane dimension
Spiraling down a
Galactic wormhole
To a tuneful melody-
Warping ... diverging.
Categories:
wormhole, dream, song,
Form:
Prose
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 passenger plane roared right overhead
John screamed and though he'd be dead
"How can a thing that heavy stay in the sky!
Even more amazing, it seems it can fly."
A sleek car passed for poor John to see
"That thing for sure ain't no Model T."
When a television set he finally saw,
John's mouth gaped open with such awe
To a public library, he then made his way
To see what had happened since his day
World wars, atomic bombs and radar
Showed how the world had come so far
When the president's picture he spied
"A ***** president! Somebody has lied!"
Gay marriage John then read about
And gave a loud, disbelieving shout
Men on the Moon was next he read
"That's beyond belief," is what he said
The entrance to the wormhole he did seek
"Of this future world, I must never speak."
"It wouldn't do any good & here's why:
Anyone I tell will swear that it's a lie."
Categories:
wormhole, funny,
Form:
Rhyme
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
Categories:
wormhole, change,
Form:
Lyric
She entered unannounced; no bell, no brass. The aperture, a bureaucratic lapse in Nature’s accounting, permitted transit for the curious, not the wise. Through corridors of warped conjecture, she drifted—unclaimed luggage of a thought experiment. Each particle bowed with procedural discipline; each law maintained protocol under duress.
The stars retracted their nominations, preferring anonymity to metaphor. Black holes enacted fiscal policy on mass—levying inertia, taxing spin. She met a moon citing Schopenhauer on surface gravity’s despair. The Queen of Vacuum—resigned—filed formal complaints against causality’s etiquette.
No refreshments were served. The Hatter’s discourse, though uninvited, continued: “Time is a misprint. Tea was never meant for relativists.”
Just as Alice prepared to file a motion against entropy’s indiscretions, a frequency—unreasonable yet familiar—pierced the vacuum. It had no spatial coordinates, no signature of mass, only a moral urgency disguised as a maternal summons. “Alice—Alice—school,” it said.
The voice, inertial and wan, did not beckon—it cross-examined her presence.
And just like that, the wormhole relinquished custody. Space, stripped of metaphor, unspooled around her as the stars began to forget their own biographies. She awoke amid textbooks and sky-colored sheets. Time resumed its typographical error.
cosmos without name—
even gravity forgets
how to hold its breath
Categories:
wormhole, fantasy, imagination, science fiction,
Form:
Haibun
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 colours flying in a circus like parade
Then everything went dark
And I thought this all just in my mind
Before a supernova explosion happened before my eyes
And in a riot of rainbow light
And vision incandescent and bright
Took me on a race through time as well as cosmic space
In and out of dimensions and galaxies unknown
Then I had the feeling that I was being blown
At a thousand miles an hour
And my head was now in a spin
And woke up in my bed left wondering
How did that all begin.
Categories:
wormhole, deep, imagery, inspiration,
Form:
Verse
It's been many months since I saw 'Malice'
In fact, she was hard to recognize
There's a faraway look in her bloodshot eyes
She resembles a Michelin man with loads of spare tires
Her blue and white dress is strained at the seams,
Good god she's put on so much weight
It must be so annoying
that she can't slip through the wormhole
to cause havoc with useless debating.
Perhaps, her ego needs deflating
How I'd love to burst her bubble
after she's caused so much trouble.
Categories:
wormhole, character,
Form:
Free verse
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 Lewis Carroll, just the same.
If my creator made another choice,
and threw me tumbling down another hole,
and hearing not a rabbit's nervous voice,
you'd see a wormhole swallow me whole.
To a wormhole of logical conundrums,
let us take a wild, but confusing trip.
Well, are you ready, hear the roll of drums?
Put your thinking cap on. I'll let 'er rip!
Poets are illogical and write of Luna.
Nobody who eats tuna also plays whist.
Illogical people also eat tuna.
My gist? Do poets who play whist, exist?
While you are considering that my friend,
I'll go to my place in that charming book,
where Mister Carroll ensured my life won't end.
If you want to see me, come take a look.
Categories:
wormhole, adventure, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
Alice lay reflecting on the adventures she had
The characters she met there - good and bad
The lessons she learned in Wonderland,
The tea party that wasn't so grand...
Once again she began to ponder
What about life outside Earth and beyond her?
A sudden gust blasted open her door
And swept her away to the unknown once more!
And what would dear Alice this time face?
A journey up and away through outer space.
To her shock and dismay, no stars were close.
A vast dark void made her feel morose.
Although she felt this time would be wasted
She was about to face more than she anticipated!
She saw a faint ring and she felt a pull
Drawing her into the not so dull.
She whooshed through the wormhole with awe and surprise
The colours, the magic, filling her eyes!
Her frocks fabrics latched on to a box.
The speed through this hole stole her shoes and socks.
She zigged. She zagged. And she blacked out.
She felt hands hold her cheeks and she heard a shout.
"Are you okay? I'm The Doctor, and you?"
"Where am I Doctor? Doctor...Who?"
"Just the Doctor,' he answered with a Cheshire Cat grin,
'You got caught on my TARDIS so I let you in."
"My name is Alice. Are you related to Hatter?
Or the Knave of Hearts? Well, it doesn't matter."
"I've read about you!' He excitedly stated.
'This is amazing! And for you, I've waited."
"For me?' Alice asked. 'I don't understand..."
"Why Alice, you've been in Wonderland!
You're not afraid to ask questions, nor a stranger to change.
You've been out of your world in the realms of strange.
The TARDIS and I need a companion like you.
For you've no fear of the bizarre and new.
Join me now on a galactic quest.
Discover forms, explore planets you'll like the best.
The Daleks and Cybermens egos brood.
One of the friendliest kinds are the Ood.
I've travelled far, many eras away
From what once was my homeland - Gallifrey.
Oh yes young Alice, your mind will expand
With the universe in the reach of your hand!
When the time is right, then back you'll go
To your part of Earth that you think you know."
Categories:
wormhole, adventure, space,
Form:
Rhyme