#star poems

[corners-of-the-skies]

I gaze at stars in summer night skies

At drawings of planets on brick classroom walls

They’ve been here so much longer than I

My life is a flicker, a blink of their eye.

I bask in cosmic insignificance on Thursday afternoons

Blood from cores of dying stars

Paints the water blue

Do you love me too?

When I stare at you,

Are you staring too?

Do the Gods of the sky

Ever turn their eye

To one so small in stature?

How could I hope for love to be cast

From the heart of a being as great and as vast

While I’m still unloved by my fellow man?

While on earth I’m a spark? A grain in the sand?

I wish I could be loved enough

To know such a love from a star

Caelum warm my frozen limbs

Antares kiss all my scars

But I sit here alone

In my tub of dying stars

I long for you peacefully

Love from afar

-Astronomer. (31.12.23)

[bugnoxious]

i kissed a star

experiment drawing to get out of my comfort zone a bit with colors and brushes

[apothepoet]

Final Words

Before you go, let me talk to you. One last time.

Let me pour you a cup of tea, stare down into the rippling water as my hands shake. Sip at it quietly, as you say nothing. You don’t even drink yours.

Let me finally whisper my thoughts, voice cracking in spite of the honey, not noticing the tea turning salty. My words, my life, my thoughts, you took from me. Yourself, you took from me. I tell you, release it all unto the open. It took this long.

Let me listen to you ranting at me, as you always, always do. My words have go in one ear and out the other as you twist them back on me; there lies all the confirmation I ever needed.

Let me speak one last phrase, a question engraved on each and every single one of my wilted petals, “Do you love me, though?” Your silence takes its spot right beside my hope for us.

I watch you leave. Your tea goes cold. I unbury my love and hope. Your tea goes down the drain. My water too, tastes like salt.

I wait for you to come back. I think over what I’ll say. For once, I don’t want to take my words back; step aside for you, for what you want. I don’t know how I feel about it. I still wait. I doubt I could ever not.

You never come back.

(I come to you, find you in a blaze of blue flowers, in her embrace, deathly still. And for a single moment, I let myself think: ‘It’s over.’

And then it all crashes down.

I feel worse for her than I do for you. I wish I’d been the one to die in your arms. I know that I already have.)

[parisdimi]

in the withering hands of my wavering existence, you appear—a love that surpasses all earthly bounds.

my dearest, you are more than human; you are the embodiment of all that is, woven by the threads of perfection.

like a star that steals every longing breath and captivates every aching soul, you draw me into your orbit.

the mere thought of you drags me to the depths of longing, a yearning that resonates within the darkest parts of my being.

—yshro.

[cryptic-diary]

Our love is like the stars.

Not as beautiful or as mesmerizing, no. Our love is like the stars in the way that when we finally can meet, can finally adore each other. We explode into nothing. We can never meet, or our entire universe we have been building for ourselves will be smithereens before we can blink. Our love is meant to be distance, pinning for a someone which will never exist in our universe.

[peppers-ghost-posts]

Winter Stars by Sarah Teasdale

I went out at night alone;  The young blood flowing beyond the sea Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings—  I bore my sorrow heavily. But when I lifted up my head  From shadows shaken on the snow, I saw Orion in the east  Burn steadily as long ago. From windows in my father’s house,  Dreaming my dreams on winter nights, I watched Orion as a girl  Above another city’s lights. Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,   The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars, All things are changed, save in the east  The faithful beauty of the stars.

[mangledmeal]

Maybe in another life time we never met, but maybe in another you’ll look into my eyes and see the stars just like how I look into yours and see the sun, always the little details, always the big picture

[hidden8atlas]

It’s too bright in my room to see the stars.

To feel their presence.

And sometimes.

I just wonder when the cosmos will take back all the stardust it gifted me for this journey.

I wonder, when I will be light and indistinguishable from love, ever again.

[anundiscoveredelement]

I looked at the stars tonight. I lay splayed open on the porch table, bathed in starlight and sticky with dew. I had to towel off the surface before I layed down but there was still a layer of dampness that stuck to me even through the thin blanket I wrapped around myself.

As I looked up, I constantly tugged on the edges of the blanket to cling to my curves but it kept rolling down and soon enough I stopped trying as the stars watched me and the cold air swept across my flesh.

I watched one shooting star go by, and then two, and then three, and more. One blazed across the heavens like a great ball of fire and sparks streaked in its wake, hanging there, in the sky, for a few seconds before fizzling out.

You crossed my mind multiple times. The imprint of you is still there and looking into that vast and bejeweled abyss I saw my own reflection and those things that haunt my eyes, like when your friends came over to my house and we lay in a pile on my porch stargazing even though the full moon made it hard to see. Or that time we lay under the stars in my ball dress and you told me you were sorry this wasn't going to last forever.

A slow sadness crept in when I felt antsy to go back inside. Before, nothing could take me from looking up at our speckled universe but I have been out of the habit so long. All I can feel is every time I got out of the car and I looked up and gasped. I would stare with my neck craned backwards and want to sit there forever, and I would have, until every time you grabbed my hand and hauled me inside and your future promise of stargazing was never answered.

You robbed me of my greatest love and I am still clawing to get it back and I don't understand how you ever thought a girl with stars in her blood should be hauled back inside like an escaped convict while rolling your eyes. Why did I let you, why didn't I fight you? Oh, why did you have to smother me?

The sky does not smother me, the air does not fight me, and those glittering stars kiss me with a love of which you were never capable.

-After, August 2023

(s.m.)

[mindrottinglystupid]

Stars Collide

Stars collide and flare into countless numbers of color. Creating more energy than Our Sun can ever dream. And through these endless colors, something is made. Something new. A matter made in the absense of light. A darkness engulfing the thousands of colors brought forth from two colliding stars. 

It devours all of time, this thing in the dark.

 Everything the darkness consums leaks into somewhere bright. Somewhere hopeful. Full of thousands of crashing stars, exploding just as the ones that came before. Universal destruction happens within the shadow of color. 

What comes after is what comes before. The stars will always erupt into nothingness. And from the nothingness stars are born. 

[akihiron2024]

Star Pianist　Fairy Tale

Akihiro Nakasute

Akihiro Nakasute　-　Fairy Tale Tail Star Pianist

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Star Pianist

Far, far away, Pianists in a small world of stars

Are always playing for you Melodies of love and peace,

Anytime, Whenever, Wherever

You are.

The pianists in the stars Play the melodies wholeheartedly, Watching over you.

Even if your heart is locked in the dark, The soft, gentle melodies Are like the twinkle of A shooting star.

It gradually brightens Your heart to be like The sky filled with shining stars.

Listen.

When you have A sincere, kind, and pure feeling, You can hear it all the time.

And this time, You’ll be a pianist in the stars.

The pianists are the angels who Fill the stars in the galaxy.

They will play, in the endless universe, Melodies of love and peace.

Good Night

The light of the stars Is all around you,

In the world of stars Far, far away, It’s wishing you To be happy and healthy.

The angels of the stars Sing songs gracefully. Its light is a light of happiness, Surrounding you gently… So gently.

The songs echo peacefully For you to sleep,

Guiding you to the land of dreams.

The angels of the stars Shine as they hope That we get along well With love and peace.

You can see With your kind eyes,

With your pure heart You can see Both their songs and light.

Good night to you, The angels are whispering. Good night to you.

Good night.

Thank you

[starlight-sonnets]

Sometimes I wonder,

If something that came before us

Wished upon our star

before it became you and I.

[flowerytale]

Louise Glück, from “Stars”, Poems: 1962–2020

[apothepoet]

Enough

I hope that I'm enough. Am I ever, never enough? What do you need, to satisfy your hunger? How much more can you take?

Of course, I know the answer to that. More, more, you can always take more. I'd let you, and I do.

Every bite does little to stop your craving for me. With every tear, I become less and you stay the same.

Yet I smile as you do, for I do not mind giving myself to you. Even if you're never satisfied, forever ravenous. Maybe I do just a little bit to help.

Soon I'll be gone, I know. And you'll lick my blood from your lips, considering the lingering taste of my flesh stuck between your teeth. You yearn for more.

Do you miss me, once I'm no longer there? Is my absence even noticeable to you, given how little I've done to fill that gaping maw of starvation?

I won't regret it, I know. You deserve it, is the conclusion that I've come to. What I am is worth nothing, when it comes to you and the ease with which you tear me apart.

It's still a while though, before there's no more of me. I'll relish this until then. Hope that somehow, against the odds, I'll make a dent in your hunger and be enough.

[lunarwednesday]

Happy birthday Kim Dokja! Thank you for your story.

the text is the poem "If I Can Stop One Heart from Breaking" by Emily Dickinson

[lucidloving]

D. Alan Holmes, Enlightenment // Signet Amenti // @cryptonature // Alan Wilsom Watts // Evan M. Cohen, "Oceans" // Nikita Gill // @pauladoodles // Julian Gough, "Minecraft End Poem" // Sleeping At Last—Saturn