Short Starships Poems

Short Starships Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Starships by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Starships by length and keyword.


Premium Member Judgment Day

myself
fearful ending
starships gather humans
justify my entry records
alone
Form: Cinquain


Premium Member On the Verge of Becoming

on the verge of becoming
becoming undone
not here
every where
and London
said I
to the stars
forget you Mars
I’ll stay on this planet
for all my days
longing for starships
and pirate's ways
© Cs Parker  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Peaceful Dreams

Children are riches 
    books are treasures
  Read them to sleep
    aboard starships of pleasure

  Tuck them in tightly
    'neath soft blankets of down
  Peaceful dreams' smile 
    the jewel in their crown
Form: Rhyme

Arcturus Hub

Arcturus Hub Arcturus by the milky way, 5th dimension players Grey, central hub of our galaxy most advanced of all our neighbours sit, multi light years, just a bit, from which their Starships flit, too advanced, to coin a phrase. Don
Form: Ballad

The Borg

Whilst watching Star Trek with Captain Picard
They were fighting cyborgs in their universe marred
The Borg fly their cube spaceships  and look to destroy
Federation Starships that against them deploy
One thing that puzzles me with the Borg
Do they have toilets especially designed for cyborgs? 

© Paul Warren Poetry
Form: Ballad


Premium Member Fasten Your Seat Belts, Everyone


                maneuvering over the vast expanse
                    might take eons
                starships leaving the speed of light
                    in their rear-view mirrors

                crews of AI along for the ride
                    in case G-d might decide
                    to breach the great divide
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Celestial Rimas Dissolutas

This crystal sky’s non polluted,
I can glimpse into a lush world.
Hidden starships hang in the air,
when will they become visible?

Doubters called it convoluted
as distant galaxies still swirled.
All that I manage is to stare,
awed by what shines invisible.

Bottled starlight tousles my hair,
celestial grips me with sly skill.
Form: Other

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