Fiction Poems - Poems about Fiction

An eerie wind blows through the decaying bushes on the outskirts, while a rusted door sways on its broken hinges. The smell of ozone lingers from thunder cracking in the distance, as heavy rain unleashes upon the abandoned prairie. A broken soul wanders the expanse, searching for any solace in...

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Once understanding truth, is when fiction becomes paramount. If not for fiction, truth would never expand, rather stay static. Without fiction, invention would not become possible, just a cosmetic. Without fiction, creativity would become impractical, in turn ceasing much doubt Without fiction, where's contradiction? Relying on fact alone creates a closed mind, Unwilling to learn or listen to opinion or...

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What if the orbiting earth were to unexpectedly run into a brick wall, speeding through the galaxy one night in the middle of Fall? Can you imagine the sounds of death, destruction, and annihilation, as Christchurch, New Zealand, crashes into the Atlanta Metro bus station? I don’t think that would be any fun at all! ...

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The Sea of Tranquility gives rise to a parasitic plague, Colonizing mechanical machines grinding, Robotic arms frantically fabricating an inhospitable habitat. Plumes of blackened smoke drift off into zero gravity— A profuse profanity birthing intergalactic implosions. Forfeited steel domes replace a once-pristine satellite, Whilst humanity, like vultures, journeys to...

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A boy from a distant galaxy does wander, calls home on his intergalactic transponder, stares into the black where countless twinkles swirled, at an unremarkable nearby world. That planet is, of all signs of life, long devoid, unless, by geology, it has been destroyed. More fascinating than just any rock or pebble, peering through his brand new spacesuit's bubble, lies before...

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Over lush green mounds Did stand many thriving towns They did spread over vast azure pools With help from shipbuilders' mighty tools And mighty were the first to land on those shores Valiant are they now in myth and lores Strong were those who weilded weapons in battle Stronger yet were those content with land and cattle Amongst the trees so dark and...

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“The chances against anything manlike on Mars are a million to one,” he said. (Excerpt from the book by H G Wells.) WATCH OUT, run for your lives ...the Martians are coming! Well on October 30, 1938 Terrified listeners truly thought the world was ending When a radio broadcast Of H G Wells book ‘The War of the Worlds’...

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Trump slyly picked Fox eye catchers His heinous doctrine dispatchers That from seed pods hatched! Are we now outmatched Invaded by body snatchers?...

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he said his name was Bled an Anzarian from a like-ours bit-field world it could have been Vled or Vlod and he knew worlds that weren’t he was as like us than not startling we could’ve shared a mother his once knew of hate and war of take of lust of greed on his world his was different as we are different here curiously here nothing came close except...

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Fan Fiction The Gospels and Acts, fan fiction for all, Written decades after the epistles of Paul. Paul knew nothing of Jesus’ life. Not his birth, his miracles, his disciples or his strife. So decades after he supposedly died, Believers craved more backstory, applied To the life of Jesus to make him seem, As great as any other god’s meme. Mark is the oldest,...

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Inspired by Iron Maiden’s “The Final Frontier: I am but one person on a mission that went wrong - locked out of the safety of the spaceship I was on. Black ink is spilled around me, vast and never-ending as into nothingness I find my body wending. The oxygen inside my tank will last perhaps six hours. I can see stars - stabs of light that twinkle...

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A wet patch of wa-ter glints unusual! It was my ears that it re-flected, sand or dust or what-ever it wasn’t no more, got every-where; es-pecially bet-ween my grey hairs. It didn’t matt-er, I wasn’t thirsty no more. Scurry-ing off to… what was it called again? Wooood. Yes, wood boards dis-carded, they say. May-be food? Could be,...

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Galvanizing, never scrutinized; each moment falsely tabulated; Slanted, polarized polls, punishing spiteful pundits Spouting, spinning lies in frantic unison squawking Ridiculous versions of fear mongering tales, Meant to frighten, meant to hurt, Meant to clutch and pulverize power. It takes only a calm, rational thinking moment To see through the maze of their foggy logic. Nothing they say is fact checked or based...

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William Lewis woke up one day to see a jungle, frightening and dark, not knowing how he had arrived there or which way he should embark. He heard the stirrings of strange creatures in every cranny and nook. There was fear, violence, and aggression in all directions his eyes took. In trepidation, he wondered, "where am I?", as he...

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they came to steal our thoughts consciousness an ocean realm where drops drip into us in dream and day and they such thirst and drink do they an empty vessel will we become upon their syphoning, drained and gone harvested, thy human fruit of beautiful light, wilted, shrivelled of profound loot, now bodied us a living dead, left they who stole our thoughts ...

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