Imaginaria

A collection of truly mind-bending science-fiction poems exploring the boundaries of the human imagination and challenging our everyday perceptions of reality. What is normal and what is not? You be the judge.

The Stars Beyond the Reach

by Celeste Nox

A journey vast, to distant stars, To seek new life, beyond Earth's scars, We sail through the cosmos, human pioneers, Leaving our home, to conquer our fears. Galactic friends, we hope to find, With diverse thoughts and open minds, To share our stories, culture, and art, And forge a bond that won't break apart. An alien world, we finally land, Its beauty unknown, like untouched sand, We reach out in hope, a gesture of peace, Awaiting a sign, for tensions to cease. Their eyes, so bright, with colors untold, A moment of silence, as their story unfolds, Their gift, a box, wrapped in strange hues, A symbol of trust, we cannot refuse. As we open the gift, a gasp fills the air, A mirror reveals, our faces now bare, The aliens vanish, and the truth, we see, Our own destruction, our own enemy.

A Rift in the Fabric

by Lila Tempus

A clock's tick echoes through the room, As whispers speak of impending doom, A twisted path, a secret door, To a time and place, we've been before.

We bend the rules, defy the norm, To right the wrongs, we brave the storm, Through the swirling vortex, a daring dive, Our quest for redemption, to keep love alive.

In this bygone era, a tale untold, Our heroes encounter secrets unfold, An enigmatic figure, a stranger's face, A link to the past, in a tender embrace.

As the sands of time continue to pour, Their actions reshape the days of yore, The future, now altered, a new world wakes, For every choice, a ripple it makes.

But lo! In their haste, a truth revealed, The stranger, their child, their fate now sealed, A paradox birthed, a cruel twist of fate, Time's unforgiving hand, they could not abate.

The Celestial Voyage

by C.K. Campton

Upon the inky canvas of the night, We dared to soar where no one's flown before, Our vessel, swift and gleaming in starlight, Embarked upon a journey to explore.

Through galaxies, we chased the cosmic dust, And marveled at celestial wonders vast, We found in distant realms a sense of trust, As every world we met left us aghast.

But as we ventured further from our home, We stumbled on a secret, dark and cold, A truth that chilled our hearts and shook our bones, A tale of woe that never had been told.

In the abyss, we found our doom's embrace, A cosmic beast with hunger fierce and wild, It swallowed stars and planets without grace, And at its heart, we saw—our Earth defiled.

The universe, a predator so sly, Our home consumed, a feast for its desires, And as we gazed into its ravenous eyes, We knew our fate was sealed within its fires.

A Twist in Time

by S.L. Johnson

In a world where history shifted, And the winds of change were lifted, The tales of our past were rewritten, By a force unknown and unbidden. Empires rose and fell in a blink, As the threads of fate did interlink, New heroes emerged from the fray, In a world where night became day.

Steam-powered wonders ruled the skies, As science and magic harmonized, Great minds gathered to create, A world of progress and debate. But hidden within this grand design, A secret lurking, an ominous sign, For as we reveled in our alternate fate, A truth awaited, lying in wait. The moment came, the clock struck twelve, The sky cracked open, and chaos delved, For our alternate history was not a gift, But a trap, designed to rift. And as the fabric of time tore asunder, We realized our monumental blunder, For in our quest for a world anew, We'd unleashed a force we couldn't subdue. The shock of our fate, now fully revealed, As time collapsed, and the wound unhealed, In our pursuit of a different story, We'd doomed our world, the dark and gory.

Swallowing the Letter

by Connor Fisher

Thorns pierced my tires in the Andean twilight. I wrote a letter to the oysters I had eaten. I asked them to protect my mother. From a thin cord, I hung the letter around my neck so it dangled below my millstone.

I was standing in a mountain of clay, and my heart formed the thigh of a burgeoning colossus. You were there. You saw the night collapse into a pit filled with gleaming pikes. The coastline and the surface’s surface shown with three beams of light.

The next night was a festival of shrimp, flounder, clams. I tore the letter from around my neck. I swallowed it whole, then I ran through steel wires into the Northern Lights. I became a ram in the gorse.