Michelle Faulkner Poet Rhyme

Lost Stars

The stars of my birth
Have abandonded me
They don't seem the same
As they used to be
As far from the heavens
As the deepest sea
As far from paradise
As they could flee
They shine no comfort
No light to bear
A void as endless
As despair
Their angels lie
unclothed and prone
No feathers fall
To fly me home
No joy or grief
Will show me peace
All I have left
Is empty breath
I submit
To bleed my screams
For sacrament
Feed my pain with flame
Let it begin
There is no salvation
Without sin

11/01/2023

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Kai Michael Neumann March 28, 2026 at 10:51 AM Wonderful. Thank you for sharing and kind wishes, Kai

Jennifer Proxenos January 6, 2024 at 3:44 AM What a beautiful write, the stars will never abandon you forever or for too long, dear friend, they know your soul, they will be back. There is always a cost for salvation, no feathers fall from messengers, powerful poem Michelle. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Quoth Theraven December 17, 2023 at 11:09 PM Michelle, So glad for my last rite's breath in write, and so yours too. I like to look to the heavens for meaning in the stars, so it seems, do you. -Richard

Jennifer Proxenos November 25, 2023 at 7:58 AM Congratulations dear friend on your inclusion of your awesome poetry in Poetry Soups third Anthology - Reflections on the Important Things. Blessings, Jennifer.

Jennifer Proxenos November 25, 2023 at 7:58 AM Congratulations dear friend on your inclusion of your awesome poetry in Poetry Soups third Anthology - Reflections on the Important Things. Blessings, Jennifer.

Sara Kendrick November 17, 2023 at 2:32 PM Very expressive and emotive winning work you have penned. Congratulations on being on the winners' list. Way to go. Sara K

Bill Baker November 11, 2023 at 10:21 PM A passionate poem of the cost of salvation. It's true, "All have sinned and come short of the glory of God." The original sin allowed us to experience the grace and Love of God. I enjoyed reading your poetry today, Michelle. Thanks for sharing your thoughts through your fine poetry, my friend. Smiles ~ Blessings Bill

Paige Hind November 6, 2023 at 9:38 AM Your new title fits your poem.... I still love it. :)

Susan Ashley November 5, 2023 at 11:25 AM Wow! Dear Michelle, I was captivated by the poetic, soulful intensity of the exquisite passion of this stunning piece! Profound, poignant and spine-tingling, especially the last two lines for an impactful finale. Beautiful brilliance from your gifted pen, my friend. A fav! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan

Jennifer Proxenos November 5, 2023 at 11:09 AM Wise as always and very deep. Really intense ' I submit to bleed my screams for sacrement let it begin, but your last two lines say it all - there is no salvation without sin. Each human being on earth is not without sin, we will therefore all need savation. Hugs and blessings. Jennifer.

Eve Roper November 4, 2023 at 3:04 PM I too agree, " There is No salvation without sin. Enjoyed reading my friend. Stay safe have a nice weekend.

Paige Hind November 3, 2023 at 4:12 PM Beautiful. "There is no salvation Without sin" remember... Hug*

Gershon Wolf November 2, 2023 at 6:43 PM Everything worth saving requires some 'painstaking,' they say. Profound penning, Michelle!

Richard Lamoureux November 2, 2023 at 1:12 PM I found this to be quite unique. A pleasure to read.

Sam Kauffman November 2, 2023 at 10:27 AM These lines are truly profound musings, meditations from deep within your soul, Michelle. Every image has been carefully crafted for maximum impact that unfurls from line to line! I am in awe of its power and powerful message. "No feathers fall to fly me home." An amazing line expressing grief! And, yet, your last two lines bring everything back into perspective. There is salvation and we are blessed with the presence of God's messengers - angels. Best wishes for the contest. Blessings!

Laura Leiser November 2, 2023 at 6:17 AM Such an intriguing poem, Michelle. The feeling of utter abandonment is palpable, and the idea of unfeathered angels is so unique! Excellent write! :)

Beryl Edmonds November 1, 2023 at 4:19 PM When one asks for salvation it comes with amazing grace and angels guide one to their heavenly place. A brilliant poem Michelle, all the best for the contest… Belle

Mystic Rose Rose November 1, 2023 at 3:50 PM I agree no salvation without sin, and no comfort without hope either, may the Angels make themselves known to you soon, love :)

Juliet Ligon November 1, 2023 at 3:19 PM This is chilling, especially those last couple of lines. Good luck in the contest.

Fire Bird November 1, 2023 at 1:01 PM Beautiful poem, good luck in the contest. - Phoenix :)