Best Black Hole Poems
This piece was sparked by an idea in a fellow poet Tom Woody’s’ — “Last Dance Amid the Stars.” I however, followed a very different emotional path — one that avoids finality and leaves room for mystery and one’s own imagination. The story also touches on the true stories of a growing trend with tragic consequences — lives lost in the pursuit of that one perfect selfie in scenic spots. This dangerous craze has already claimed lives. It’s a heartfelt reminder for us all to stay grounded — in every sense of the word.
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Into The Black Hole Sun - A Cosmic Ballad of Love, Loss and Illusion
Phone in my left hand,
a metal hook in my right
A Grand Canyon dream
dust in the night
"Just one more selfie,"
her voice still remains
now she’s lying below,
and I’m drowning in blame
Oh, the wind the wind
it whispers her name
echoes of laughter,
lost in the game
We were dancing on Neptune,
chasing the stars
riding Saturn’s rings
like a cosmic guitar
skipping past Earth,
straight to Venus we’d fly
Why'd her wings disappear
as she fell from the sky?
Now I ride the Milky Way,
lost in the haze
coasting astral winds
through Jupiter’s maze
Had a talk with a rover
‘bout faith and decay
But it don’t really matter
she’s too far away
This void, this void
keeps calling me back with
lures of a one-way ticket, that’s a fact
We were dancing on Neptune,
chasing the stars
riding Saturn’s rings
like a cosmic guitar
skipping past Earth,
straight to Venus we’d fly
What made her lose her wings
when she fell from the sky?
One last swig, one last thought
One last look at what I’ve lost
Slowly I fall lost in the haze
into the dark where shadows blaze
Black hole sun, light up the sky
Spinning into stardust,
Where memories lie
Gravity fades, no more pain
Just an endless reunion
Just an endless reunion
In space
Now I’m ninety solar masses and I grow as I accrete
all the inter-stellar gasses near my neighbors when we meet.
My doctor says I’ve grown too fat too fast, “… it’s unsustainable!”
But I’ve big plans for a big blast that I know is attainable:
I’ll do the Supernova Bossa Nova, watch me when I blow.
Let’s do the Supernova Bossa Nova and host a cosmic show
for galaxies both near and far, a dazzling dance display,
and I’ll blow a smoke ring where we are here in the Milky Way.
My hydrogen will all have fused and soon I will implode,
that's inward, I’m an introvert, but watch my shell explode.
My core will keep on shrinking ‘til a blackhole is created,
a wormhole linking to a world where dance is venerated.
We’ll do the Supernova Bossa Nova, watch me when I blow.
You can blame the Bossa Nova but let’s all enjoy the show!
July 4, 2020
For the “You are a star Poetry Contest” sponsored by Nina Parmenter (First Place)
The astronaut saw the black hole
And suddenly feared for his soul
He chose to die brave
And gave life a wave
And as he went in he cried, “Goal!”
The astronaut clung to his pride
As his atoms were spread far and wide
And he nearly cried
Because as he died
A voice in the dark said, “Off side!”
You are my joy and my pleasure-filled pain
Sunshine mixed with a little hurricane
You are my lovely loss and grievous gain
Freedom mixed with a liberating chain
You kill me with your cruel tenderness
Gentle torment tells of love measureless
I experience such bittersweet bliss
You poison me with your passionate kiss
Grounded in flight, you make me touch the skies
I descend floating in your black hole eyes
You kindle me warm with your frozen fire
I taste sweet agony in your desire
You are my anchor in still-waking sleep
In visible darkness, my heart you sweep
I'd loudly whisper my promises true
It's an open secret that I love you.
11.08.2026
Black Hole Beauty
Stay calm my beating heart for you will enter the vastness of the void
Consumed by a blackened bestial bliss that the demons have deployed
She comes amidst the narcissistic night devouring love like a humanoid
A conqueror of time and space the light before her shall be destroyed
All hale the Queen of darkness a Shiva diva the adumbrative android
In context to the stars mitotic moons hearts of gold in dungeons dwell
Pandemic planets pray to avoid clutches of her sadomasochistic spell
Asteroids display her black heart of doom unleashed from dormant hell
With tentacles wide dominating she breaks through her shattered shell
Her bowing beauty entraps the universe and spews out a nebulous dust
The eclipse of my soul an obsession of obscurity in her crushing of crust
Into the dimness of twilight the shadows like serpents dance in disgust
Once a benevolent beauty now a sanctified seductress seducing surreal
Roaming in dimensional drifts in preparation for her next indulging meal
In her amorant annihilation death is a savior of her effulgent extinction
A terminator of trust all effervescent emotions have been employed
Rambunctious radiation the ringing of her electromagnetic bell
For within a supernova stellar mass lacking in leisured lust
You comply and conform with a begging kneel
Ruler of hearts with infinite infliction.
'...this poem is in reference to people who have had or have and suffer from a narcissistic personality disorder...quite the experience...I wish them all well...'
March.21.2018
Minuanetta
Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden
the weight
of your expectations
crush me
"A black hole is a hungry beast ... It swallows up everything too close, too slow or too small to fight its gravitational force." ~JoAnna Klein/Dennis Overbye
Image: Pixabay
An Indian beauty and nutter:
her eyelashes started to flutter,
her butt in the air
she laid it all bare,
revealing her hole of Calcutta...
I was the center of attention.
A bright prodigy,
born from a cosmic cradle,
collapsed under the gaze
of a million demanding stars.
dreams and expectations crushed
by bending their rules of nature.
Now it all revolves around me,
not them, us, nor you,
only I in singularity.
My love is a black hole,
silent, vast, misunderstood.
It doesn’t explode. It swallows.
Soft things. Sharp things.
Every memory. Every maybe.
I give and give and still it spins,
pulling everything in without return.
I don’t know where it leads,
only that it holds so much:
letters never sent,
touches never returned,
hope that clings even when hands let go.
People think black holes destroy,
but I know they preserve.
They hide the ache behind my eyes,
keep the laughter I didn’t get to share,
fold time into itself
until it’s hard to tell when I began
or who I was before I started reaching.
There is no light at the centre,
but there is truth.
A gravity made of tenderness.
An ache too big to be named.
And maybe one day,
someone will see the beauty
in a love that deep,
and not be afraid to fall in.
Beauty and the beast, two splendid hearts that beat as one. Beneath
Love's tender embrace, the Prince was destined to find himself again. .
A blossoming friendship happened between the beast and Belle
Castle sized emotions and devotion grew, for she saw what no one else saw
Kissing her with tenderness and shyness he approached her with a smile !
He was transformed into a beast by a mischievous enchantress
Oh the loneliness he felt as a curse forced him to stay within castle walls
Love was the only cure and if it didn't arrive before his 21st birthday, then ?
Each petal would fall inside the glass globe and he and the rose would die.
Love is the fountain of inner awareness, so when Belle arrived,
Only the radiance of her beautiful face made him feel like a Prince again !
Voicing a promise of love, he came out of the black hole of love and entered
Eagerly into her world, filling her with passion, empathy and true love !!!
In the cosmic dance, I stand accused,
You ask why I've left you bruised.
A black hole in your heart I've wrought,
A void where emotions once sought.
Countless galaxies I've consumed,
In my gravity's grip, they're entombed.
No feelings linger, no love to find,
In the abyss where hearts are confined.
Had I bestowed a ray of hope,
You'd be a supernova, ready to elope.
A burst of creation, stars would ignite,
In the dark expanse of love's flight.
But alas, you're left heartbroken,
Watching the moon, your love unspoken.
In your thoughts, you spin and twirl,
Caught in the gravity of love's cruel whirl.
In the dark of night, or under moon's glow,
Your heart among the stars does sow.
Hoping your love, with eyes so bright,
Will catch a glimpse in the starry night.
So in this interview with cosmic might,
I'm sorry for the pain, the endless night.
But in the vastness of space, where hearts roam,
Love's light still flickers, seeking its home.
Event horizon
Incredible gravity
Light can not escape
Sometimes life can get so deep
You feel like ti will seep
More troubles out of the ground
That pile up and bring you down
I've had bad days that's been conquered
But there is one you have conjured
That has caused a cold black hole
That I can not walk or crawl
Over cause it sucked me down
Into your life and now I'm bound
To regret each passing moment
Of days and nights you have stolen
Realizing now I must
Have had all the faith and trust
Sucked out of me more each time
I fell for your stupid liens
Now I'm left with no desire
To have someone start a fire
In my soul, life, even heart
There is nothing that I want
To relive over again
I am giving up on men
And all the pain they create
Knowing it is much too late
To pull out of this dark hole
That has taken quite a toll
On every piece and aspect
Of romance there's nothing left
I will just surrender to
This hell you have put me through
By the lack of you
scarcity, like a vast black
hole was born in me.
Villanelle: Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets
Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets
Or cosmic spins pierce through armoured shells
Who threads sheltered yards in safe space rockets
Make the side win hoards of precious nuggets
Rousing Super Bowl far-flung galaxy yells
Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets
Elsewhere rugger lads break through pelting belts
Asteroid storms of bare bones and muscles
Who threads sheltered yards in safe space rockets
Watch how rugby touch-downs pile-up sweats
Barely kissing ground hugged balls crushed in smells
Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets
Rugbymen fall for foes during somersaults
Some even take home loads of their scented cells
Who threads sheltered yards in safe space rockets
O! Lord of the Nations! Let fear nor threats
Keep you from flexing wills with alien spells
Do spun balls eddy through Black Hole corsets
Who threads sheltered yards in safe space rockets
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017