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Prose Poetry Star Poems | Prose Poetry Poems About Star

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My Shining Star

When I look at you....
I see the pain in your eyes....
They tell a story of anguish....
And years of devastating pain....
I am here to help you heal...
I will be waiting....
With open arms....
To catch you my baby....,
With all my might....
Keep the tears away....
We had our share of pain....
And make you smile....
Listen to your stories.....
And laughter as we play....
Kiss your cheek and stubborn chin....
Forever my baby is a very long time.....
It is how long I will love you....
My shining star.....

Copyright © Shining Bright | Year Posted 2013

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Wi-Fi Snafu

They met on line, late one night...
Just looking around on a dating site... 
Neither of them knew what to expect...
And within a month they started to text...
The Wi-Fi signal was not one of the best...
So their communication was put to the test.
He asked if she liked to cook...
She thought he said she was a schnook...
Really she asked, how rude is that ?
He thought she said she was an aristocrat...
She thought he was rude...
He thought she was a prude...
But each had a deep curiousity...
So they decided to exchange photos for both to see...
They both liked what they saw.. 
As each looked like a movie star...
But they each questioned...could this be true ?
Or is this possibly a snafu ?
They decided to meet and make it soon...
Perhaps on Friday in the afternoon ...
At a Coffee shop on Baker’s Street...
See you there and be sure to order something sweet...
She got there early, and was sitting at the corner table...
When a short pudgy man, wearing “bling” and an exposed pierced navel... 
Approached and asked, “waiting for someone ?”...
No said she, NOT me and ran to her car...
Driving away as fast as she was able...
It was then a man arrived, and sat down at the corner table...
He looked a lot like Clark Gable...

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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The lone star of Africa

A new deal was signed
Plantations workers laid down their tools
Freedom songs were sang everywhere
The birth of our liberty emerged

Our heritage we vow to defend
The root of our liberty we sure to protect
Upholding the lone star we will never desert
Its banner over Liberia we shout in victory

A Symbol of the first flag of Africa
Flying over the land and over the sea
Age to age we will never fail
Season in seasons we will fulfill the cause of our liberty

The lone star forever, the lone star forever 
Shinning brighter like a golden flame
The wings of our foes are broken
And we are marching forward to never fall again

Midst low ‘ring skies and thunder storms
The star of liberty waves high in the sky
The sweat of every plantation worker is worthy
 Liberia flag repainted with peace
Shinning forever over all the continents of the earth

Copyright © Olivia Nimley | Year Posted 2013

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Let us Not Lose Sight of the Moon, While Counting Stars

Let us Not Lose Sight of the Moon, While Counting Stars
Sometimes we are so busy in our life with some unimportant things that we forget to give enough attention to our core and to the most important person for us.
The moon will never disappear while we counting the number of stars, and it will still remain more important than the star for our existence.
So moon represent those we dearly love and beloved, because we can always count on them when we need any support.
Deep in their heart, they will always be there for us in our daily life or whenever we have problem.
Therefore it is very important for them to be always involve in our life as a bridge between the stars and moon.
Received attention from others or give it back to them is a privileged in a relationship and it can give good feeling, so do not let the most important people in our life to suffer.
It may give a wrong impression which can cause jealousy or attention came out from deficiency and that brings us into trouble.
Because there may be disagreements come from the wrong flow and causing an unpleasant situation with mixed feeling.
That would turn our entire standard of living to be unbalanced which can give a different meaning for our life and we do not feel at ease.
If we really can think good about it and read into other’s people mind then we should have absolutely taken into account with it.
Because we ourselves were probably also not accepted it so we have to try avoid bad things from being happened.
But things done is done,  just let go but take it as a good lesson for next time.
As the proverb say “Don’t lose the moon while counting the stars”.
I wish you a healthy life.
Kindly Regards,
Author Jan Jansen

Copyright © Jan Jansen | Year Posted 2013

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The 'Happy' Porn Star

  The 'Happy' Porn Star.
Grew up in poverty, 
on a farm,deep down in the south.
With too many brothers 
and many her cousins.
She had not the time to love them all..
Except for her pet pink pig.
She had no use for a cork screw.
Most of the house looked like there's.
Not her room, 
full of lace and silk, they yurned.
She burned and burned wanting more.
She has her own pony.
Nice little pony and friends.
By the time she was grown and tall.
Every thing of value she owned.
Old gold coins and silver in a box
southern confederate money, 
yellowed with age.
She packed it all up, 
while her pony and she rode away. 

Is It Poetry 

Copyright © Poetry Is It | Year Posted 2009

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Do you think-?
Do you think
That we should think; 
How we use to think.?
At least we use to think.
What do you think..? 
It's time to think.

Are your thoughts
Planted seeds from from
Some strange Ideas 
Of some strangers, strange needs?
Of some need, that served
A need of some needs...
That no longer serve our needs,

Do you know where you begin 
Or where you end? 
Have you been programmed
Over and over again..
Have you a clue as to 
Who you really are,,? 
Do your thoughts radiate fusion 
As as does a star...?

Can you produce an original thought, 
Can't prove your point
Because it has not been written yet..
YET you know;
Just because you just know.
Because you feel the cause is Just
Where self begins;
Deep within your gut!
Original man.?
Not because someone said it's so.
Was not that the cause, 
Of what was called "original sin"..? 

Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2016

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Beautiful, perfect, inimitable star

Most things that we know
aren't even worth knowing,
it's all pomp, and glamor,
wicked lies mind is throwing.
The ego's all shiny,
all sparkly, and bright
as it spews forth sweet lies,
turning day into night.
The bigger the better,
no losing, just win,
we must have it all,
there's no thought about sin,
as we dig ourselves deeper,
and forget who we are,
beautiful, perfect, inimitable star.

Copyright © Jean-Pierre Gregoire | Year Posted 2011

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Now a new fantasy
to plug the bleeding vein
flowing with the captures’ blood
flowing from ruptured injustice vessels
pierced by just picks chipping away bigotry
begotten in winters of frost bitten freedoms
frozen in time—that ticking tock
didactic wanderer in the shadowed valley. 

So now enters warring
stars of illusion—designed detractors
of the mind; engaging wishfully, fooled thinkers
in games of self destructive elimination—
self invaded fantasicide of infertile minds.
The Most High populated
the vastness thereof with the stars
to illuminate the universal
reality of all  creation!

How long
will we allow
fantasy deviations
of the feared reality?
How long
will we frolic
in fantasy victories
of a pixel peace
projected by star wars
of deceptive illusions
deleting the conscience
of our hope
with uploaded delusions?

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

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Wars and Wishes

The day before you leave
To fight in the war, to win (lose)
I rush up to you
and hand you a jar

“I’ve fulfilled my promise, it’s your turn”
I straighten out your armour,
and think how beautiful you are in white
An angel, leaving heaven for the fallen earth

“Come home to me” I plead
and watch them take you away
Watch you carry your weapons, your burdens
and think to myself
I couldn’t help but hope things will be different.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” the general tells me personally 
they couldn’t save you
I realize now
the angel has returned to heaven.
The fallen earth had always been me.
He hands me the jar.

The stars.

Useless. Unhelpful.
I let the jar fall and clatter
and walked out of the hospital door.

Copyright © Bre Varzena | Year Posted 2015

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A Dreamless Tree Dweller

Swaying. Dancing. Let me carry you.
Dance for me. Dance for me. Dance for me.
It's beautiful how you hold on so tight, but reach so far.

Up and Up and Up.
Begging sunshine and starlight and moon beams to fill your cupped palm.
We' can sip from it together but we both know you'll never be satisfied
Until your silver leaves can dance to the symphonies of singing constellations.

The diamonds sprinkling down your face would look like tears.
But you, and I? We both know this isn't real. Put away your fears
And dream for me. Dream for me. Dream for me

And please darling, Let us never wake.

Copyright © Natelle Dei | Year Posted 2013

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Languishing roses in her vase
Love is but an antiquated  sentiment 
As her youth has faded.
Fame is wasted on the famous.
This much she knows now.
The glitter. The razzle and dazzle
All made a vanishing act.
The ghost of her star remains.
She looks in the reflective glass
And finds a new line deeper than pain
In her forehead.
The stray greys shoot from her hair
In winding coils.
Once she took care of her greys
With a bottle of scarlet dye.
Not today.
Today, she takes a drag from her cigarette
And wears a long gown with faded roses
Once in crimson blooms.
Not even Jesus can restore her fading star.
So she resigns to her destiny
And relaxes back to her velvet chair
The only piece of furniture in her once grand
Now almost derelict mansion
That still provides comfort for her aching bones.
She closes her eyes and drifts into a deep sleep.
Sweet dreams of her youth flood her still.

Copyright © YASEMIN BALANDI | Year Posted 2016

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Arrogant mortals

We pray to the planets for bestowing good luck,
And consult the stars for predicting our future..

We blame the universe for the misfortunes that happen,
And search the galaxies for hidden messages..

Asking and demanding,
Searching and seeking..

Yet the universe remains coldly silent,
Offering no solutions,
Providing no knowledge..

That should show us our place,
A speck of dust in the mighty universe,
A mere ball of matter and energy combined..

Yet arrongant enough to demand acknowledgement,
And vain enough to think he is superior!!

Copyright © Pooja Vakharia | Year Posted 2015

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If I A Star

The Lone Star
By Curtis Johnson

As usual, the stars, way out there in the distant sky,                                     will probably be out tonight.
If it should become cloudy or foggy,                                                           they might become hidden from sight.
Otherwise, they will appear and fulfill                                                         their God given purpose, by sparkling                                                     beautifully and bright.

If I were a star, I would shine and light up the night,                                     just for you.

If I were a star, I would come from afar,                                                     from way yonder in the vast galaxy,                                                            and not burn out, or even delay.

If I were a star, I would beg of you to look carefully,                                        so you don’t lose sight,                                                                               as I make my personal flight

If I were a star, I would be a lone star hard to miss,                                       but if you are not attentive,                                                                      you just might.

This lone star would appear just for a while,                                                    to shine its brightest on its given date.                                                        This lone star would be programmed just for you,                                            and guaranteed to not be late.

This lone star would arrive right on the scheduled  time,                                 just to smile and shine for the dearest friend of mine.

No, I am not a star,                                                                                   but if I were,                                                                                               I would make history.                                                                                    I would arrive special delivery,                                                                   and shine just for you                                                                                                                 

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2015

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Trying To Push A Buffalo Home

She was no longer young
But not quite old
Still deep in her soul
She was a romantic
Believing in love at first sight
And of course
Soul mates
On starlit nights
She would go outside
Looking up at the sky
Repeating the poem
“Star light, star bright”
Making a wish
On the first star that appeared
In the end
When all the wishing was done
And dreams unfilled
She would walk into an empty home
With hopes of tomorrow
Sometimes she thought smiling
It was so difficult keeping the faith
Almost like
Trying to push a buffalo home

Copyright © CJ Krieger | Year Posted 2011

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Trying To Push A Buffalo Home

She was no longer young
But not quite old
Still deep in her soul
She was a romantic
Believing in love at first sight
And of course
Soul mates
On starlit nights
She would go outside
Looking up at the sky
Repeating the poem
“Star light, star bright”
Making a wish
On the first star that appeared
In the end
When all the wishing was done
And dreams unfilled
She would walk into an empty home
With hopes of tomorrow
Sometimes she thought smiling
It was so difficult keeping the faith
Almost like
Trying to push a buffalo home

Copyright © CJ Krieger | Year Posted 2011

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A lady sleeps tonight 
on silken sheets, her 
cheek soft against
the pillow. And stars 
for guides she walks 
her dreams, in the
search for her lovers 
hand. The hand gentle
of loves caress, the
hand that holds her
future blessed. Amidst
the star dusts fall and
moonbeams glow she
walks where rainbows 
hide. For his side she 
wanders on, through
the glow and angels
song. Then under the
brightest star two 
beating hearts collide,
the galaxy witnessed 
a new love born. And 
as the lips passed that
first kiss, her dream
was realized in total

Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010

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A Star

A Star
A Star is forever alone, even in the vast night sky
When seemingly millions, flash, wink, and brighten
A comfortable and beautiful gestalt
The actuality is an illusion on the grandest of scales
The billions of miles that separate them is indicative of people
And the way they treat each other
Although both stars and people effect each other quite profoundly
It's really sad to say that in reality 
People are much farther from each other
Though physically closer 
And in the perspective of a star
It seems that they truly could care less.

Copyright © Edward Ford | Year Posted 2010