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Stepping into the twilight zone

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DragonInTheSky
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The Hopeless Romance      (a Sci-Fi Poetry Competition Submission)

The Hopeless Romance
   
Sailing across the pink-hued heavens,  
A red Rosette Nebula around our ship.  
Ten Forward's nearly empty again,  
we stroll across the room to where we usually sit.  
   
Looking through the vast, expanse outside,  
the window ledge our only parapet.  
A spectacular view of the starry sky  
while you're swirling your Samarian Sunset.  
You look out into the haze and start to theorize  
About the strange distress call we received,  
but I'm distracted by your stormy, grey-blue eyes  
while I slowly sip my cup of Earl Grey Tea.  
   
I mean to listen to what you say,  
but I gaze at you distractedly.  
I can't help but love the way  
your red curls fall voluptuously  
and frame the soft skin on your slender neck;  
your beauty pushes all other thoughts away,  
but my attention comes crashing back  
when I hear your sudden dismay.  
Fumbling, I try “Oh, yes, quite right, quite right.”  
That seemed to work, your smile beams.  
Your voice softens, “As for the rest of tonight...”  
You're implying a longer date, it seems...  
I want to ask you to come to my quarters  
but I can't bring myself to say the words,  
so, instead, I simply offer  
“I really should get back to work.”  
Stormy eyes turn into pools of blue  
and I want to touch you tenderly,  
but several officers walk into the room,  
So I stand, bid you 'adieu,' and leave.
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DragonInTheSky
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Brownie points to anyone who knows who the two characters in the poem are.

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Timeternal
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I think I may have an idea as to what it is but I don't know the exact characters so I'll refrain from guessing. Nevertheless, lots of good posts guys. I thank you deeply

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summultima
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 POTHOLLOW MiSsIoN : DREAMS AND LOVE

 
A trillion parsec from its PotHollowonova Galaxica,
Lands IridioPlatinoStrantiumic domecrafts
Destination:  Remote floating  Blue Earthhellica,
only spot positive with its target subjects
left in nanofossil traces of what it assumes,
those musical lub-dub,“ cotton-fluffy-fluidic” creatures
extinct traceless just some Tetra Million years back

Its Orders of PotHollow in Survival Mission well in place
counting colony out there in dire waits for ”Blueprints”
Panacea: DNA’s of dream and love in total breakdown  
To be spliced to their hopeless hollow genes
running out of imagination, falling out black tongued-heart
ribbons in critical implants with love molecules in enormity

Time-tearing machine picks up backward momentum
As also, the best probability romantic period-1912,
Corrects off its identity, this x- factor called gender
It becomes a swift makeover, ”Him” the adorable Jack
set in search of its pin-pointed,“HER”, the elegant Rose

Landing in the drowning Titanic’s chaotic scene
Several clung like petty ants to killer ice-bergs
He gets drawn to her mellifluous humming stream
She’s facing the starry skies mesmerized in their exchanging episodes with darkness
He never delays switching position to the slow-freezing lover Jack in death-shivers

Now what happens
  is a history-in-  the-making  of a future to be saved  rewritten in pages of forgotten history

....as he holds her hand firmly
  a flashing volt in his  inert infrared monochromic lenses
  fires copious blinking visions flying beyond complex embed programs
  flicker in butterfly flutters in the sun flaring rainbow-bubble filled summer skies

....and feels her soft fragrant fingers of his first human touch

  Raising up with a newly cloned ease out of trembling waters
  He fixes his just-renewed eyes’ on directions of her magnetic pull,
  Over her blue concentric pulsating beads in well-known love scripts
  Surface haziness over her eye-pool shadows pale pink cloudiness
 All seems to crack the enigma of dream ...to his once sleepless static dyeing view-holes!

As she turns towards him and stamps a soft staring to hard-impressing  
lips in twisting~pulling~settling heaven of kiss,deep intermingling moments
transfuses shocking amperes of neurotic pulses
Calls for a total recall from their roots of ancestry,
this innate bible of love comes out  in volumes indescribable

He never wants an end to their overlapping posture
Breaks Order a while, remains in 1912 for an extra 20 plus seconds  
Thawing back now ....and carries back ,”HER”, the live-codons of dreams and love




p.s.: was entered before in a dup comp.
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My Youniverse

It was the spring of nineteen ninety-seven,
When there was a knock at my door,
It was a stranger in a royal navy blue suit,
And I swore it was someone I’d seen before.

He smiled and said, aren’t you going to invite you in?
Then a thousand thoughts ran through my mind,
As I began to recognize his familiar features,
Like an older twin from a different place or time.

Are you an uncle of mine? I asked curiously,
Thinking this was some kind of con or scheme,
-Look into my eyes, he said in that moment,
-And no this is not some type of surrealist dream.

He proceeded to tell me my deepest darkest secrets,
Things I never spoke to anyone about,
Like a mind reader my every thought he repeated,
I realized it was older me without a doubt…

We are breaking the laws of the space and time continuum,
By we, meaning you, telling me, you some future events,
But there is one particular incident that’s an exception,
As it will have the most usual and unequivocal consequence.


I told me, I meaning older me and me the younger self,
Of a particular study taking place in twenty one years,
-You must have a strong state of emotion and of mind,
-Be cognizant of the decision you make and steer clear
.

-Not everything you see or hear is what you think it is,
-When you’re plugged into the system you’ll realize,
-Don’t go near the dishes otherwise you’ll be drawn,
-Don’t lose yourself in cyberspace so open your eyes.


I shook my hand, meaning he shook his,
He walked out the door and disappeared,
I never experienced anything else like that,
I thought I was imagining something weird.

It was early in January two thousand eighteen,
I had been experiencing sleep deprivation,
Even after the pills my doctor had prescribed,
I still couldn’t sleep adding to my frustration.

He recommended a trial sleep study,
Just a few minutes out of town,
Desperate I went on his advice,
As if I had been spellbound.

When I drove into the complex,
It almost looked like a military of base,
I noticed three huge satellite dishes,
It made me wonder about the place.

After I completed all the release forms,
A team of doctors then analyzed me,
They connected electrodes to my head,
Then I remembered what I advised me.

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Timeternal
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Wicked! This is kinda like something happened strange. Good one

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slipalong
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warp speed

the bend of time, predictions reached
they watch but never interfere
so every thing seems as it should
did evil come from too much good  
 
they muse as humanity breeds
fights its wars kills with ease
the pawns are moved with subtly
the end game we will never see
 
forces that we know are there
the warp speed of the cosmos dark
the light years that reverse so fast
and met ourselves on our way back
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JohnnyThunder
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Jean Luc and Beverley?

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DragonInTheSky
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Yes! Very nice guess. Are you a ST:TNG fan, too?

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JohnnyThunder
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Yes since the original run. It is an amazing show Still very little science fiction that successfully strikes as delicate a balance between the brain and the brawn.

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Precisely. ST doesn't settle for the cheap, easy thrills of violence (usually), it digs deeper into the ingenuity of the human mind, revealing intriguing ideas and probing ethical questions that define us as human beings. Many sci-fi shows and movies are hard-pressed to offer such interrogative, thought-provoking material.

I'm glad to find you in these forums, it's nice to come across a fellow ST fan.

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Although I named the contest after the great Rod Selling (whom in my humble opinion is the grandfather of all new age filmed sci fi) both my bro and I were seriously obsessed with TNG as children. It's honestly the only version of ST that I actually know... Excellent timeless show!!!

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For Whom The Bell Tolls

           
             
             
stomp stomp stomp            
noises on my porch            
stomp stomp stomp            
within my hand a torch            
             
"heh heh heh giggle giggle"            
"Get the gun ready"
           
"Got it right here"        
"Bitch better have some cash"            
             
ding dong            
             
ding dong            
rap! rap! rap!            
             
             
click, crrreeeeekkk!!            
             
"Trick or Treat"            
             
             
           
"My, you are some tall ones"            
voice behind the vail            
welcome to my lair            
welcome to your hell            
             
they step into my darkened hall            
lit only by a flame            
ready to enrich themselves            
while passing on the blame            
             
"You must be a zombie"            
cancer's got your soul            
smelled it when you rang my bell            
now you'll pay my toll            
             
"And this one, next to you,            
Dracula I think"            
you're out of luck you sorry fuck            
no blood here to drink            
             
"Would you like some candy"?            
opening my robe            
nothing for the eye to see            
'cept darkness that forebodes            
             
Gun exposed, trigger pulled            
Bam! Bam! shots ring out            
pass right through, nothing touched            
hear their screams and shouts            
             
My arms extend, wrap them tight            
robe around their souls            
feel them squirming, fighting back            
yet anchored till they're cold            
             
Two more down, many more            
living fast and loose            
wickedness the reason why           
allows me to seduce            
             
crrreeeeekkk              
SLAM            
           
             
             
"Next"  
   
   
   
   
             
             
             
             
             
             
 
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Timeternal : Another fellow TNG'er--nice! I'm glad to see you love TNG, too. It is my favorite of the ST series (even though I did watch the later shows, too).

....Earlier, though, you said you didn't exactly know who the characters were in my poem, so I'm disappointed, the 'earl grey tea' bit should have given it away. Either my poem was terrible or you've been away from TNG for too long. To make up for it, I challenge you with a TNG poem of your own, haha! (Can I challenge you in your own challenge/competition? )

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Truth be told.. it has been yrs since I've watched TNG... I'm shamed....

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