Best Astral Poems
Your love surrounds me in colors
Passion and desire call me to you
I can not see you, yet I know you are there
Together on a blanket of spiraling color we meet
High above the Earth, in a realm unlike the one we have known
You touch me and fire rages within me
Embers become flames as memories flood over me like water
Though not a physical touch your fingertips glide over me, tracing my soul
I gasp in delight and a breath escapes me, the air of life
Like gold or silver your eyes shine upon me
I see your spirit intertwined with mine
We are free, we are energy
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
I will not have a carved tombstone;
the wind will carry me.
I've stayed in one place long enough;
one place, one form, one old tome.
I will not lie beneath the soil,
and compost for you see;
I've stayed in one place one enough
on the wayward wind I'll be.
Astral ash, silvered cinders, see
the hills crest, the vale deep,
the tallest pines won't be enough;
snowcovered peaks; be my home.
The jungles deep will shelter me
in flowers rouge, I'll roil.
I've stayed in one place long enough.
I'll ride rapids to the sea.
Not in a crypt, nor box, nor vase
none of them for I decree;
I've stayed in one place long enough
the brash wind will carry me.
* Dedicated to Andie & Fredrick for the inspiration.
Streaked across the astral sky
a cosmic snowball friend
off to points unknown
in space and time
and time again,
a smile imprinted
on my mind,
though sometimes..
your long dusty ion tail
makes me sneeze
meek's deep solar wind
left a bright arching trail
and in its fading beauty
an aching learned
so well,
life and love are fleeting..
It seemed like
An innocent experiment
Simple enough
I had read the steps
Bedtime routine out of the way
I was ready to start
Relaxing tape playing for ambiance
I was gone in an instant
With zero recollection of
The next thirty minutes
When I heard a thunderous clic
Most annoying signal
The music had suddenly stopped
Overcome with a blissful calm feeling
I refused to open my eyes
Having a very different reaction
Than my bedfellow
Who was quite unaware of
My little experiment
While he was busy
Screaming and throwing pillows
At the figure there in the dark
Standing motionless at the foot of the bed
I managed to let slip out
A couple of reassuring “it’s ok’s”
Eyes still blissfully closed
As I was savoring
The last milliseconds
Of my soul’s sudden re-entry
Briskly sucked in
Inches above my navel
With almost a slurping sound
That was my first and last astral trip
A little too very real for my liking
AP: Honorable Mention 2023
In twilight's' iridescent field I walk
On an astral-like dimension , agleam
Where creatures robed in steel vests wink and blaze--
How entranced am I by their puzzling squawk
Muttering faintly, lenses white as chalk;
Till my body glides on a mystic stream
To relish the enigma of this haze,
A sigh which breaths would never wish to lock :
Then gradually a Nova descends
In purple mist around a vortex, such thrill ...
But gold starship wheel on their homeward flight;
That cosmic beings, kind, part when dusk ends
In the afterglow lingering still...
To tuck my dreams in wondrous joy tonight!
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Fiction - October 2018 Writing Challenge
Sponsored by Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
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10/15.2018
Scintillating whispers of hushed sapphire dew,
my heart flutters in shades of pale blue;
blooming waves in topaz rings,
desires spread new wings
to a song.
Springs
rush along
curled silver glass strings,
my thread of memories clings
to spectrum of stars falling in queue,
scintillating whispers of hushed sapphire dew.
July 13, 2020
Andaree - 11 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Rhymes checked with rhymezone.com
Syllables checked with howmanysyllables.com
~Winner: 1st Place
Astral Passion
I talk to the spiritual traveller
upon the astral plane
they threaten to visit me in the night...
Seemed imagination, it can work
get confirmed, yes she did lurk...
brings on another smirk, of
The most delightful type
Dreams are lovely when erotic
4 us guys it is hypnotic
my dream was very physically for me
hooked like a drug narcotic
no I wasna not psychotic
not just imagination did
I really feel and see:)
Imagination is so much better
than reality, go getter
come visit me if you will
some moonless night
No you won’t be clad in fetters
Naked so much the better
a lovers kiss, a tender thrill tonight
the bold and the profane will wander
down this lane
for a lapse into insanity, not quite :)
Don Johnson
I talk to women on the poetry soup site and put up verses ...one was
sposed to visit and i had an erotic dream
very physical bloody real almost ....with a blonde shiela??? really
nice it was ***
In a room without walls,
stars lie scattered across a long workbench,
each one dimmed in a different way~
some cracked at the edges,
some holding a faint pulse
like a memory trying to stay lit.
Tools hang from nothing:
a hammer made of cooled starlight,
a spool of night threaded with silence,
a brush that leaves a trail
only the dark can read.
Someone
or something shaped like someone~
leans over a fractured constellation,
turning it slowly in their hands
as though checking where the story failed.
A soft sound rises,
not quite sorrow,
more like the sigh a myth makes
when it realizes it can’t return
to the shape it once held.
Pieces of old legends
glow on the floor,
still warm from the moment
they fell out of belief.
A wing, a vow,
a name that used to matter~
all waiting to be reassembled
into whatever truth remains.
And in the far corner,
a single star brightens,
not repaired,
not restored,
just choosing to shine
despite the fracture
running through its center.
1. The story started in sunshine on the sea shore
2. in reminiscent ambience like the French Riviera
3. where the colors of sunset were painting horizon.
4. When twilight merged with descending darkness of dusk
5. I saw your flashing figure, a fleeting deer, on the beach,
6. hair on air making charming lace on your face
7. blushing in serene grace in setting sun’s hued embrace.
8. The lasting picture I made into dream, I knew it could break.
9. That’s how my heart weaved love, and you … amorous tapestry
10. your sweet arms laid on an ardent pathway for me.
11. I saw it wind toward you as you paced in the wind,
12. a scene I’d seen in the mist of dream … I hadn’t missed.
13. The reverie came true when I slowly strode near you,
14. you let me hold your hands supple, how alluring they were
15. my mind felt … your love wasn’t the farthest one
16. for you were keen to lend your hand usher it in
17. from the waxing waves with the whispering wind
18. that broke the deafening silence between you and me
19. for we heard melody of romance in the air, in the heart
20. repeated again and again like the breaking waves,
21. the crests crowned by pearls pristine of the dancing sea.
22. In my own heart I could feel that you became only mine
23. so … together we could fly in the limpid sky of longing life.
24. At sundown hour like birds to the astral nest we’d return.
September 13, 2018
Poetic devices used in lines : 1. Alliteration, 2. Allusion, 3. Ambiguity, 4. Antithesis (also Alliteration), 5. Apposition (also Alliteration), 6. Assonance (also Consonance and Enjambment), 7. Consonance, 8. Dissonance (also Metaphor), 9. Ellipsis (also Enjambment), 10. Euphony (also Enjambment), 11. Homograph, 12. Homophone (also Ellipsis), 13. Internal Rhyme, 14. Inversion (also Enjambment), 15, Litote (also Ellipsis), 16. Metonymy (also Internal Rhyme), 17. Onomatopoeia (also Alliteration and Personification), 18. Oxymoron, 19. Parallelism (also Enjambment), 20. Tautology (also Simile), 21. Personification, 22. Pleonasm, 23. Metaphor (also Ellipsis and Alliteration), 24. Simile.
Unencumbered by my body mass and girth
I fly along at the speed of whim
Unconcerned about physical attributes
I can focus on the joy and beauty of my vantage point
The world below and out in front of me, opens
The world of noise and doubt inside of me, closes
In this place of "betweens" I find solace
In this place of "infinites" I find myself
.......drifting....
.......yearning.....
...........growing.
****for the favorite mode of transportation contest****
Blue and white ball spins
seemingly peaceful from space.
But the nearer we get:
Volcano smoke floats
amongst whirling hurricanes
or are those bomb ‘tests’?
Look at one land mass -
part in fires; other in floods.
Live things run for life.
Closer – past the sights.
Listen to inhabitants’
explosions and screams.
Some silent – praying?
Single beings rant and rave
As others look on.
As we look on -
should we intervene or leave?
Is the planet worth saving?
Or is she working
with global warming/warning
to rid or teach them.
Wait. Let them decide.
After, we can reclaim Earth
or let them join us.
Ever dream that you were travelling
on the astral plane at the speed of light
flashing forward and back through time
Floating in the air free as a bird
the only tie your cord to your body
an empty shell as you journey afar
Gliding around the world in hours
instead of days seeing all the wonders
slipping silently through people's homes
Hurling on until a sudden tug
has you fleeing back to your shell
landing in it all in disarray
Startling awake and out of sorts
you make heavy weather of the day
grumpy and moody not knowing why
Once your astral spirit leaves again
and travels far and wide through time
then gently returns to settle in smoothly
Now you wake refreshed and renewed
your body and spirit joined together
in perfect harmony with each other
The door is always open
if you want to pass on through
Collect your thoughts, control your mind
the key, is only you
No one else can take you there
you're on your own for this
Go anywhere that you desire
there's nothing you should miss
A trip across the mountains
or a journey to a star
There is nothing in this universe
for you, that is too far
Visit anyone you want
in any time or place
Someone very close to you
or far away in space
All the time you're travelling though
there is, one great concern
Your mind must never go astray
or you may not return.....
Six-Petaled Rose
Crossed legs beneath oak tree.
Omniscient repose.
On the ecliptic of your symphony--
in a fury of verbal commotion,
where the delivery becomes creation...
where a simple sigh becomes emotion.
There is a new melodic resolution
taking on the new delivery.
There are new songs of revolution
since the evolution of MTV.
There is a waterfall of light
that falls like astral rain,
a sight to see in immortal admiration,
you'd love to see again and again.
It's my transcendental opus,
I sure hope that you'll come along...
May your world of fear suddenly disappear--
I really hope you will sing along.