Wormhole Poems | Examples

Alice Can't Slip Through the Wormhole

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.

Wormhole Wonderland

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.

ALICE THROUGH THE WORMHOLE

*For Tom Woody contest

Curiouser and curiouser thinks Alice.
Why must I always follow that rabbit?
Last time it didn’t work out well,
I must try to break the habit.

This time they’re on a spaceship
And she’s suddenly floating around.
Ever since they blasted off,
Her feet haven’t touched the ground.

But at least her height remains constant.
No more shrinking then growing.
But where Lewis Caroll is taking her,
There is no way of knowing.

The man in charge is Captain Kirk,
Who seems to be quite potty.
With a top hat with a label on
And a dog he refers to as ‘Scottie’.

They land on a distant planet,
You won’t have heard about,
Discovered by one Charles Dodgson,
With a silly name no doubt.

She steps out from the spaceship,
Wondering what she’ll find.
“That’s one small step for a girl,” she says,
“One giant leap for girlkind.”

She’s met by peculiar characters,
With even sillier names,
Who threaten to chop her head off,
If she doesn’t join in their games.

Then suddenly Alice wakes up.
It’s all been a dream if you please.
And she vows that tomorrow’s supper
Will not be bread and cheese.

Alice Through The Wormhole

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 looked at the elf, and he smiled at her again.
 She wondered why he smiled at every encounter.
The elf whispered some words,
The sentinels merged into one another and disintegrated. 
He stretched his hand toward the dunes, 
and they all flattened out. 
Alice's eyes widened in amazement as cacti sparkled like diamonds. 
As they approached, 
The cacti grew tall and large,
and water gushed out from them, 
And Alice and the elf were carried to the shores of an island. 
They were lifted by giant birds to a rainbow castle. 
There, Alice saw the book of seven seals, 
a powerful book that restored the seven lost kingdoms, 
where Alice would continue her adventures.


July 21, 2025.

Alice Through the Logical Wormhole

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.

Supernova Bossa Nova

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)

Wormhole Portal Opened

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

Wormhole Falling

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.

The Void and the Wormhole

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

Wormhole

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

Wormhole

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

John Slides Through a Wormhole

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."

Wormhole

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

Wormhole

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

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