"extraterrestrials" poems
Science is a wonderful thing, it is
Science is here, there, and surrounding all.
From the mines below to the rocketships above
Technology surrounds us, one and all
We have mixed substances to make concrete
And use concrete to create our buildings.
Science is such a magnificent thing
And for a couple reasons you see.
Today, lasers that can destroy aircrafts
‘Morrow even colonizing planets
But one thing is true and one thing is real,
Science is really our true compassion.
As we search for extraterrestrials
As we look towards spatial expansion.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 10:20 AM UTC
Huge boulders, blocks of rocks,
shapes of prehistoric memories,
strewn all along the hillside,
merging with the meditation of green,
arranged in mysterious patterns,
evoke the presence of timelessness.
Like a hidden message for extraterrestrials,
the rock garden beyond time stands,
against the backdrop of a hill,
an ascetic in its disposition.
A Jain* temple observes complete silence,
on the bank of the vast pool of tranquility.
Mar 17, 2013
Mar 17, 2013 at 12:16 PM UTC
Laughter is universal.
Extraterrestrials **** themselves with it;
Martians **** their pants;
Venutians titter til they cry;
Earthlings **** themselves with it
Splitting a side,
Rolling on the floor,
Chortling all the while.
Politicians shake hands gleefully,
Snickering, cackling,
Standing us against the wall.
A good roar, hoot or howl
May be good for the soul,
But is dangerous,
Especially if you
Have a fit
Of tee hees, ha has and yuk yuks
While orbitting.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
We may not be alone
in our belief
we're alone.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
You are an alien
Your language is foreign
To me
You electrocute my skin
With yours
Leaving me floating
I cannot predict you
Not your fingers
Not your words
Not your lips
But you trace
The bend in my spine
With familiarity
And kiss my lips
With innocence
We are
Unexplored
To one another
Yet already
I crave the comfort
Of your extraterrestrial
Presence
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC
Since ancient times crowds of men have asked:
What is the purpose of life?
Me included.
Since my later teens and into my sixties
I have wrestled with this question.
To me, it was never about wealth or status.
People waste their time
With such things.
So what should we do
That is Really Good?
WHAT is “Good”?
For me, Life as such is Good.
What use is the Universe,
With its sprawling galaxies
Of fire, rock, dust, water:
Incredible vistas
Shock awe
Eternally Infinite
What use without
A Witness?
We are that Witness,
But should we be much more?
And all I can think
Is to cherish all that lives,
As life itself
Is the most wondrous thing
Of all.
Our purpose then is to nurture
Life at it’s best:
To make it better and better:
Stronger and brighter
More intelligent
With more Love and compassion.
Some will say
Why ask?
Extraterrestrials may have
Another View.
We may be but bacterial infestations
To be cleansed away.
Yet other “Aliens” may well agree
With every word I type.
And like many of us humans
They may be warning
That we must take
Much better care
Of this Paradise
We call Earth.
I call myself a “Lifist”
A believer in
Christianity at it’s best
(But Not it’s worst),
And other Religions too…
So let’s take the best
Of these Beliefs,
Nurture Nature,
Love Life
And just
Get on with it.
Paul Butters
© PB 31\7\2019.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 5:25 AM UTC
We thought the machines, the extraterrestrials or even the gods themselves would come down and stop us.
We had it seemingly coded within us, thinking there was some hard boundary that we would not be allowed to cross.
But no one came.
There was no one to stop us.
No one to contain our endless ambition.
The universe had no natural mechanism to contain such an intelligent virus, and indeed that is what we are.
From world to world galaxy to galaxy we leapt,
ever quicker ever more hungry.
We became all the things that our ancient fantasies and fictions
told us we would fight.
We became the machines, we became the extraterrestrials
and even greater than the gods themselves,
whom we gave up trying to find eons ago.
We knew now that anyone in existence who dreamed of gods, dreamed ever so dimly of us. Or they would,
if there was anything left that could dream.
Here in the infinite cold dark,
a universe stripped clean like meat off of a bone.
There was an old saying that we came from dust,
and to dust we shall return.
We rest content now,
knowing we took all creation with us.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 10:25 AM UTC
Whenever anyone hears a beautiful and unique sound,
they assume its creator to be a mirror image,
but with beauty in the classic sense
of symmetricality between doe eyes, smooth skin, and plump lips,
and uniqueness only to a certain extent-
obscurity conjures fear
in a world where everyone just wants contentment;
nothing too confusing or high maintenance
oh, but you with your black hole eyes and illuminated fingertips,
i'm not sure how, but i've been abducted
-really, more like saved-
the twisted nest that is your hair is home
to all of us misfit extraterrestrials,
and your space craft is your stage
the strobe lights hypnotize, but also make us feel alive
you have instilled a heightened awareness
in all of us,
and the only way we can repay you is with our applause
for the brief moment before you shrink
and fly away at warp speed
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Analytical beast I have a knowledge in my locker
The swarm screams for the author
The red then spills from the blood oath offer
Higher than extraterrestrials and their flying saucers
Universal football we kick meteors like soccer
We battle in coliseums, mediators are awkward
They fear the slanted enemies eyes and their lean postures
They find it so astounding, there movement in green pastures
Hunters become hunted, prey becomes stalkers
They seem to breathe steam and move faster
Engaging renegades will never make it easy for these ********
Thunderous parades of pain reported from the mental telecasters
Wizards from faraway lands land by spell casting
Time is forever lost but what they found is still lasting
And what Is bound is surpassing, it's an avalanche...earth smashing
The lands crashing, the world will regenerate but the swords will keep clashing.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
It is nightly,
I shift from person
to sleeping archaeologist,
as I shut my eyes
and fall into you.
And it is nightly
I set out to
decode the great
hieroglyphics
of your sky,
etched out by
extraterrestrials
or maybe the great
ancient spirits,
who try to
relay simple
answers to
heavy thoughts.
It is is evident to see,
after my nightly research,
that you are simply
the dancer's ribbon,
and the beings
yet to be written,
the ghouls in the attic,
and the poet's poem,
the union of electricity
and circumstance
colliding to
put men in
their place.
And as I fall
deeper into
the excavation
of my slumber,
I hear your whispers
dancing through my sheets,
saying: yield to me
when we one day meet,
not like the lunatic soldier,
but like the silken lover
who is reliably there
upon your awake.
Jul 31, 2022
Jul 31, 2022 at 11:36 PM UTC
A galaxy of world's
Extraterrestrials
Stars to moons
Our cosmos
You may share my poems
Copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
I don't believe in luck
I believe in fortune.
and
I don't believe in fate
I believe in destiny.
and
I don't believe in aliens
I believe in extraterrestrials.
and
I don't believe in ghosts
I believe in spirits.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
Disengage my molecular structure . Hold within suspended animation conveyance , fed within laser , fire it on course to Messler 31 ..Transformed into light , signal collected by planet not unlike ours , feeding alien race with my very soul via photosynthesis , warming the environment , performing feats impossible to do on Earth .. My glowing apparition , reflected back to home planet , picked up through telescopic lens , Genesis II , first contact , shot through prism , revealing colors never seen , hues that defy scientific logic as we currently know it .. With healing properties , answering long sought after questions on life , extraterrestrials and the Universe !
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
An unknown alien of the stars
Visit world's as extraterrestrials
Hidden from aliens Native Martians
Stargazing the universe planets
@copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC
What if;
Colors were flowers
And flowers were men
And men could swim to the sun?
Would it
Then be
Any different, would we
Still have,
Bombs and guns?
What if;
We were
The winds and waters
That cover this illuminant earth?
Would it
Then be
That we
Would fall
To berths that haven’t taken birth?
What if;
Tears
Had meanings and wisdom
And lips that spoke the truth absolute?
Would it
Then happen
That wars
And darkness
We spread for glory, we would mute?
What if;
The stars were hungry
And extraterrestrials
Our friends, and met us one day?
Would it
Then matter
What race
Or creed,
Or random colors our shadows went astray?
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 1:55 AM UTC
Angry anarchy anticipates arcane action
Bruised banshees beckon bulbous bull blowers
Can calamity come calmer?
Climbing cold cobbles continues confusion
Disregard demented dinner doodles
Excited embryos excrete extravagant extraterrestrials
Forlorn figures fund future folly for fragile freedoms
Giants gather grinning grandma's grasping grand gargoyles
Hindsight hides huge hurdles helplessly
Introverted insight inspires ink infused instinct
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
Aliens are real.
At least I like to believe it that way
Because the idea of loneliness terrifies me.
But I dont ever want to find out that
They exist for real
Because that would make them real
And if they're real, I'm going be lonely again.
They're just going to be ignored like
The rest of the 7 billion people
That I pretended don't exist.
I want them to be real just the way
The cigarette smoke that would
Disappear right after the moment it was created is real.
So, please, Extraterrestrials, be real for me.
And leave me alone
So that I wouldn't be alone.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
The endless sky seems so dead
A fortress abandoned by wondering eyes
Haunted by the cataclysmic fears
Of asteroids and meteors
Supernovas too close to home
Black holes slowly eating away at the heavens
It all seems so endless
The possibilities of reaching extraterrestrials
Learning what the face of neptune really looks like
Even something so endless doesn't have many secrets
The sky is the sky
The stars are stars
The moon and sun dance together in eternal rotation
Maybe one day I'll get to see
Just what it is out there for me
Why I'm able to survive an endless life of despair
When all it would have taken
Was the 3.2 seconds it took to destroy a car
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
Moons like ours
The universe
Extraterrestrials
There the stars
Copyright 2018 Joyce Joadiyce
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
Multiply 8 (the average number of planets in
a solar system) by 100,000,000,000 (the average
number of solar systems in a galaxy) by
2,000,000,000,000 (the estimated number of
galaxies in the Cosmos) and you will have the
approximate number of planets in the Cosmos.
But remember, the Cosmos is infinite.
And yet, while planet Earth is a little more than
4.5,000,000,000 years old and human beings
have inhabited it for about 200,000 years, Earth
remains the only planet in the infinite Cosmos
that we know sustains human life. In terms of
probability, how can this be true? What is most
surprising is not that extraterrestrials may or may
not have visited planet Earth, but that they have
not yet landed in the Rose Garden and held a
news conference to introduce formally themselves.
Do the math. We are certainly not alone.
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 3:43 PM UTC
Please don't let me become a dalliance
Don't treat me like a defenestration
Don’t be so reticent
Don't be so hesitant with me
Just because I’m moonstruck
Don't throw me away
Because the light that reflects off of me is too bright
(in other words, don’t let me be something temporary, extraterrestrials are supposed to be immortal)
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
Under the watchful stares of the midnight skies
walking down the lonesome road in company of the stars
nOBODY knows my fears like my tears
we share a common bond formed not with loyalty
but we blend through blood and scars
our darkness is our solidarity
The night as our lover intimacy is our cover
my mind my weapon i spill blood like ink on paper
i stain my pain my intoxication is my inhaler
In fantasy i thrive like a commoner
Clothed in passionate desires
i am engaged to obsession my desire is my messaiah
drawn to oblivion i am lost in lust
none of the seraphs
nor the extraterrestrials
is as adavnaced not even technology
to decipher and reveal the unseen
my mind is a weapon and its loaded with beautiful sins
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 10:49 AM UTC
*As I fly through galactic congregations -
will I become static on the receiver of -
an alien nation
A race consumed in the thought of
extraterrestrials , a tiny blip recorded
at a radar station
I would fly into their greatest population
center , meet their leaders , address their
teachers , baffle their scholars and brief
their doctors
Leave them with a poem from Whitman ,
a song from the Beatles , tales of oceans ,
mountains and country hamlets complete
with tiny , smiling stick figures
Drawings of lakes , bluebirds , skyscrapers and city lanes
Green grass , blue sky and flowered plains* ...
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
Planet Earth ours for Earthlings
The extraterrestrials the galaxy
Looking up the aliens see our Earth
A ufo for the out there universe
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 9:18 PM UTC