Best Astronaut Poems
When I grow up I want to be an astronaut
But why? You ask.
Why would you want to be an astronaut
Of all things?
Because I am floating on a speck of dust
Suspended in a sunbeam
I am nothing
And sometimes I am treated like nothing
And sometimes I want to be nothing
And I know, that in the great scheme of things, I am nothing
But when I am soaring through the sky
Far above the earth
Floating
Flying
Free
I can embrace the nothingness
And make it something
And that,
Is why I want to be an astronaut.
ASTRONAUT 2021
As certain as I see the world below
some things I'd overlooked, within my haste
come to my mind, and in it now, I know
we can't allow what time remains to waste.
What God's become, because we've let it be,
would change if only you'd see what I do,
spread out below, right here in front of me
a fragile sight--most delicate a view.
To see the whole thing, as it is complete,
the total world, big pictures only show,
is recognizing what's beneath our feet
was made by one who knows more than we know.
My question's not to ponder as to how
God made the world--but how to save it now.
© Ron Wilson aka
vee bdosa the doylestown poet
I stood upon the Great Chinese Wall
and drank a pint of alcohol.
'Twas then I had a thought,
and heaved a heavy sigh.
A bird is happy in the sky
when he spreads his wings to fly.
He is so, is he not?
I saw a bird who could not be caught,
a little avian astronaut.
'Twas then I heard him call.
The inspector said, "how did he die?
It's simple. This wall is high,
but I would ask the question why
he took this foolish fall."
Astronaut In Space
The first step on Mars,
An astronaut goes far,
He samples the soil,
He can feel his blood boil,
The Red Planet,
A new world to explore,
The Red Planet,
Plenty in store,
An astronaut is super human,
He has abilities none other possess,
In outer space, to aliens he has access,
He can go where no other has gone,
He can face a new dawn,
He can learn things that scientists want to know,
An astronaut has a big distance to go,
He is the epitome of a super hero,
An astronaut, an American hero.
Celine Rose Mariotti
One Word #8
Word: Astronaut
Astronaut, Noun, A person who is trained to travel in a spacecraft
I
wonder
What it’d
Be like to
Finally leave
You behind?
Would I be at
Peace, or would
I cry? Would I be
Okay, or would I be
Alone? Maybe I'd be so alone that I wouldn’t realize it. Is it worth freedom?
Would sacrifice be worth? If I had eaten the food you made tonight, would that Be enough for you to smile at me? “Don’t bother,” So I guess it’ll be a no. I’ve
Always dreamed of being an astronaut, because maybe if I brought
You a star, You’d finally smile at me. But now, I can’t hear
Your voice, and I can’t see your face. In this place
Where no sound will reach me, I see that
There is no way I could ever make
You happy, for I cannot touch these
Stars, I’d surely be killed if I were to try.
In this place where nothing will resound,
I cry out to nothing, hoping that one day,
This song reaches your ears even now.
So I will wish for the impossibilities,
Including the one of you ever
Loving this me. But I feel
Like I will finally be
Okay alone.
I would like to thank you for your visit.
I have removed these poems for a distant future book publication.
I believe we poets, can make a difference
in this world. We live in the 21st century,
we have tools( technology), we have our past, and imagination.
We just don't have the courage, because
I guess most are afraid to fail, to loose money.
All I have to say is we can't take money with us,
when we die. I also say hasn't mankind failed enough,
and isn't mankind worth the effort, our children is worth the effort..
Thank you, and my your God Bless you
John E WordSlinger
An alien lost,
upon a planet
in distant space,
while hunkered down
within a cave,
tightly encased
by coriaceous
materials
splashed with wear
and cross-stitched red,
feels the presence
of five damp probes,
slick and chalky,
fragranced in musk
and saltwater,
slowly closing
around his body
applying pressure
direct to the seams
of his airtight suit.
At Minute Maid Park,
in Houston, Texas,
Dallas Keuchel
reaches into
his fielder’s glove
and prepares to pitch
a baseball.
8/15/2016
Submitted for: Anacreontic Verse 4
Sponsored by: Edward Ebbs
An astronaut
My son dreams of the moon.
This morning he flew at kindergarden junk.
Build Spacecraft.
Draw me a map.
I hung on the refrigerator a few pieces of paper
To know how to get to the moon.
"Tomorrow we are going to fly to the moon,"
he solemnly informs me.
It is not new that he is flying since he was born
But this time he flew to bring us
lots of cheese.
In my dream
He sits on the moon like a little prince
Picking up my cheese with holes and
Many dreams.
Soon he will knock with his spaceship
A lot of threads of a dream.
And the moon He'll present me
On a plate.
from my book's poem " Crops of Madness"2006 ISRAEL. JERUSALEM
Shoshana Vegh
hebrew and english
Flying from the Middle Ages
to the 21st Century
An astronaut
passes through amber clouds
on his way here
Leaving behind ancient
ceremonies
He strives to capture
the new found sensations
which have touched all of us
in this the "computer age"
Leaping across this blue earth
he tastes the reality
we've all learned to live with
Dancing on thin ice
He becomes one
with the asphalt homeland
you'll know him
when you see him
He is respendent
in a silver uniform
covered with flecks of gold
which reflect the light
from our source of life
the brillant star
we call the SUN
He smiles and for
A split second the universe
Stops and I can’t breathe
Falling through the sky
I wait to hit the clouds
They’ve frozen
I’m surrounded by the birds that fly from his
Lips
Bluejays
Red backed sea hawks
I carry the oceans in my eyes and he’s
Got the world in his
Blue and green
Collide.
Slide past each other,
Spin off into opposite sides
Of our galaxy but somehow
We’re still holding hands
But darling,
They’re on fire.
Lip between my teeth he
Still smiles
The universe
This moment
It shatters
Brings the mirrors on our heads but
Who said broken mirrors are bad
Luck because
I can see him repeated
Re-
Re-
Re-
Repeated
In my eyes, the shards he shines
He shines.
Tastes like Mocha
His skin, his mouth.
Still stuck, the world floating
I’m his sea he’s my
Jungle.
Floating
The stars flicker beneath our
Fingertips.
It is all happening in a vacuum,
This impossible grand illusion
Burning in its full spectrum
Never meant for our narrow vision
Our spaceship built itself in orbit
Launching satellites to add to its moon
The descendants of a crash-landed astronaut
Our noses always trying to balance a spoon
The atmosphere’s aqueous delusion
Allows us to breath like fish in an aquarium
As seen from a different dimension
Destined to exist in this diluted medium
We are chasing endless days
Not fast enough to escape the sun
Preparing the last days before it dies
Our impossible universe undone
another pheasant has mistaken
its frilly pattern with saturn
rings
and twitters
all its senselessness
silly on the asphalt spangled
foreheads
- ! -
and another pheasant has mistaken
pattern with
rings and all atwitter
senselessness
on the saturn
- ! -
has foreheads
its senselessness
silly rings
spangled pheasant
all its pattern -
- pheasant pattern
asphalt
Milky Galaxy
Heavenly Bodies
Astronaut Training
Space Exploration
Glenn, Scott, Carpenter
60’s Space Race
Explore Cosmos
Land On The Moon
Favorite Martian
Aliens
George Jetson
Lost In Space
Moon
so
a possum who wanted to be
not a possum but a wallaby
but
a wallaby who wanted to be
a whatever whatever he
and more
like an adventurer high
in a hot air balloon
or an astronaut off
on a trip to the moon
or even
a rider of horses
bicycles, waves
an explorer of mountains
of oceans and caves
wow!
a whatever whoever
wherever he
oh possum
the wishes and whims
of a wannabe wallaby
Guion Stewart Bluford Jr.
Most noted
(born November 22, 1942)
is an American aerospace engineer, retired U.S. Air Force officer
and fighter pilot,
and former NASA astronaut,
He who is the first African American
and the second person of African descent to go to space.
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This is no much fun to know it’s so great
Bluford was selected to become a NASA astronaut in January 1978
As a part of NASA astronaut group 8.
Trained for a year
Officially designated as astronaut in August 1979
His technical assignments have included working with Space Station operations
In 2002, scholar Molefi Kete Asante listed Bluford on his list of 100 Greatest African Americans
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Bluford left NASA and retired from the Air Force in July 1993 to take the post of Vice President/General Manager,
Engineering Services Division of NYMA, Greenbelt, Maryland.
a Corporation and in October 2000, became the Vice President of Microgravity R&D
and Operations for the Northrop Grumman Corporation.
He retired from Northrop Grumman in September 2002
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to become the President of Aerospace Technology, an engineering consulting organization in Cleveland, Ohio.
Bluford was inducted into the International Space Hall of Fame
in 1997,[7] the United States Astronaut Hall of Fame in 2010 and the National Aviation Hall of Fame in 2019
Raised high brother ride roar high into the skies
Fly brother Fly up and beyond the heavenly skies
2/8/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©