Best Blazing Star Poems
It had been a day full of miraculous detail.
Freezing rain played the ground like a kettle drum.
Trees snapped and flowers curtsied
before engaging in a pas de deux
with blades of grass on the stage
of this summer eve.
Our erupting blazing star...
Sported a set of yellow barn doors sorely in need of a paint job;
Closed shut with a heavy metal rusty lock seeping a golden shade;
Upstaging the blue sky and creating its own distinct wash
to signal the break of day.
A curvy curved river flowed naturally through
the mountains into a water colored sunset.
The moon waited patiently offstage with bedroom eyes
anxious to make her entrance.
And I,
Well - I just stood motionless,
Hoping to absorb it all;
Hoping to never take this planet for granted;
A non opiate
I like to call
Organic Ecstasy.
And not a sign of men’s hands anywhere in sight.
14~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
Categories:
blazing star, nature, planet,
Form:
Free verse
Beyond the hills of Auburn
Past the river, through the trees
I found a secret garden
Pretty as you please
A field of red corn poppies
Cosmos and blue bell
Candytuft and blazing star
Bedecked a wishing well
Scarlet sage and tidy tips
Covered a distant knoll
A quiet little gopher
Lies sleeping in his hole
Resting beside a trickling brook
Beneath the weeping willow
I have a bed of scarlet flax
With yarrow for a pillow
Today, I was truly blessed
When a robin dropped me here
You see in any other place
A gardener I would fear
For I am but a lowly weed
That most would only shun
But in this secret garden
I am loved by everyone
Categories:
blazing star, inspirational, life, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
White Devil
Call it what you want!
I call it, his favorite season hunt...
Two hoofs imprinted near the riverfront.
Echoes calling my soul with a loud, ferocious grunt.
I smell it in the air, lost upon the white golden stair.
A deep frost dwelling all over his lair.
Tangled by the frozen grip of my hair.
A decision, I declare to give what he won't spare.
This man has no red suit..
Lurking in the white to recruit.
A midnight suicide clouding me with pollute.
I pause my tongue on mute, lost in a white castle chute.
Headed straight into a shivering blazing star path.
The land of snow covered like a bubble bath.
Breaking icicles like crystal glass, suck3d by the milky-way mass.
Multiplying bruises like a cascade, enjoying the aftermath.
Finding a way to slit the pain in my domain.
I grab a coat and lace my name to Mary-Jane.
Inserting the finest line to ease the drain in my brain.
I drink the icy scotch, and drop a silver nickel into the devils cocaine.
Fallen in to his bait, its too late, I got 7 lines on my dinner plate.
I'm covered up in snow, enjoying the amazing way to suffocate.
Eight beats to every minute is my new heart rate.
I'm reaching for the white golden gate, where the white devil waits.
Drowning like liquor in a frappe mixing the winter's high tide.
Death to my soul is where I hide under this white blanket neutral side.
Too heavy to uplift this storm lost in the devil's cold custard suicide guide.
Waking up in a coma, in a world where white collides with the rage of suicide.
by;p.d.
(( Trapped in a snowy blizzard))
Categories:
blazing star, absence, beauty, depression, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
Mother Moon, queen of the night;
guardian of her children;
you light the way so that they might envision
with clarity, not provided by daylight.
The formative years are spent
in your kinder care;
a seven-year nursery of enlightenment;
charted in ephemeris,
you guide the family in nurturing
your young ones.
With a blazing star for every child,
you refresh with wisdom,
the minds and hearts that
build a child’s future;
carving out lifetimes,
engineering careers,
guiding every step of life’s path;
Along with earth, air, fire and water
Mother Moon forges lives.
Categories:
blazing star, metaphor, moon, space, star,
Form:
Free verse
A comet was once known as a blazing star.
Now she’s a wild flower in meadows afar.
Sometimes called a button snake root, a floral czar.
A brilliant center of admiration, bit of a quasar.
Categories:
blazing star, flower,
Form:
Monorhyme
The Wild One
I watched, as in a dream mist….
….after a day of rain, fog rolling in off the rocks of Lake Superior
Three large deer, nibbling moist leaves from sapling trees, unconcerned with my presence,
only 20’ away. Two were young bucks, both with fuzz-covered antlers, stopping occasionally
to rub them on branches, they must be itchy. The other, a splendid doe, larger than the
bucks, with golden brown skin, blinking her ears at me when I moved closer. This was their
forest, I was a guest, my people were busy fighting wars, scheming profits, and pillaging the
earth, while here, in reality, life was unchanged, the only sounds were warblers singing from
branch to branch, a couple ravens overhead, barking my location to any other forest
dwellers interested. On the forest floor, orchids bloomed, and an impressionistic collage of
wildflowers in every direction, the yellows: jewelweed, buttercups, bellwort, aster and
coneflower, the whites: yarrow, trillium, hemlock, queen anne’s lace and solomon’s seal, the
reds: bull thistle, Indian paintbrush, spotted coralroot and prairie blazing star, the purples:
wild geranium, spotted knapweed, shooting star and dameweed, and the wild one: me
…..the wild one
me
08/22/10
11:22am
Categories:
blazing star, nature
Form:
Narrative
Do you know where the light dies beyond the dreaming dusk
Daylight falls like a villain being overcome by the darkening musk
Rays of light which once stood tall now broken by the night
The illumination of the day killed to birth the gloomy night
The brilliant blazing star is now dim to the naked eye
The lambent life that once was is now waiting to slowly die
The fluorescent vision covered is something you don't forget
As the twilight begins we say goodbye to the glorious sunset
Categories:
blazing star, sun,
Form:
Rhyme
Her hand of friendship, not desire
Though we traveled roads long and far
My heart was hers for all to lend
She sought from life a blazing star
The years became a seedless tree
A love kept silent, never grew
My honor held in quiet stead
As she disappeared from view
An Autumn night, as years had passed
Came gentle knock, my open door
And there she stood in a quiet pose
A rushing kiss, the empty floor
A night we found of hungered bliss
The embers cold to passion's fire
The last goodby was her gift
She'd always known my heart's desire
contest Your Favorite Quatrain
8/18/14
Categories:
blazing star, giving, memory,
Form:
Quatrain
The phenomenal essence of all that I am
Is what you have made me
I trail in your wake
A vapor,
Remains of a constantly blazing star
You burn through the heavens and fall to the earth
Becoming rock upon which I stand. . .
Rest. . .
Raise myself to the level of forever.
Letting go the hand of the child I was while
Standing on my toes peering into the face of the woman
You enabled me to be. . .
Categories:
blazing star, growth, mother daughter,
Form:
Free verse
Beyond the night I see a light that shines from a distant shore.
A light so bright across this black night that I cannot ignore.
A blazing star so far away that sends a sweet dream to me.
Beyond this night I feel the fire that burns incessantly.
Across tempest waters rife with fear she calls to me - come yonder.
With trembling lips I try to speak - my spirit stills, to ponder.
My eyes now closed to darkness, as my voice screams back her name.
My spirit weeps for what I must leave, my heart for all its gain.
written 07.07.2016
Categories:
blazing star, desire, dream, longing, love,
Form:
Couplet
As beautiful as the purple flush of dawn,
loveliness broke on me like some rare flower,
eyes like mountain water that overflowing on a rock,
as bright as a blazing star,
brilliant and as hard too, as electric light.
Her voice rang like a bird-call through her rustling fancies,
words sounding like wavelets on a summer shore,
beautiful pearls of wisdom slip from her mouth without even knowing,
smile flashed over her face, like sunshine over a flower,
looked like the picture of a young rapt saint, lost in heavenly musing.
Her hair dropped on her pallid cheeks, like sea-weed on a clam,
lips are tremulous as brook-water is,
laugh is like a rainbow-tinted spray,
cheeks as soft as July peaches,
her sweetness halting like a tardy May.
She is calm like a mountain brooding o'er the sea,
her breath upon my cheek like a perfumed air,
our love is pure as the snowy leaves that fold over the flower's heart,
sweet as a summer night without a breath,
my love for her is like the sovereign moon that rules the sea.
She always gave me a surprised look,
like a child catching an older person in a foolish statement.
Categories:
blazing star, beautiful, beauty, best friend,
Form:
Ballad
The crystal white orb guarded the night
With sky full of jewels sparkling so bright
Mirrors etched in the tranquil black pool
Where underneath rests a sleeping soul
Oblivious to the stench of murky darkness
Echoes from croaks and jump-in splashes
Tightly clenched from the flanking noise
Awaiting the fiery glow to dry the moist
When the azure sky reflects the daylight
And in the foggy water spike beams of light
It signals the time to rise from the mire
To stand and bloom for others to admire
A pinkish glow in the waves of greens
Affably in quiet bloom to scan the scenes
Gentle in the eye yet distinctively sharp
Seemingly near yet far from the grasp
Below, the tangled mess one cannot see
Entwined straws of threads floating freely
From where the buoyant beauty springs
Dancing with the current wherever it brings
Emerging clean from the grubby water
A symbol of purity, a source of wonder
To sink in the mud and rise without mark
To bask in the light then back in the dark
As the blazing star loses its burning glow
The lotus flower’s spell ceased to show
Receding to where she bows once more
Only to blossom like never before.
Categories:
blazing star, beauty, image, metaphor,
Form:
Rhyme
"Someday we will fly free ~~only this physical body prevents us."
By_ L Milton Hankins, Flying Free, Monoku
Milton, you came to soup like a blazing star across the sky,
not that long ago in reality and you blessed us with your light;
you shone like the most dazzling star in the darkness.
Milt, you touched souls with your gentle and kind comments,
with encouragement and became a beloved friend to so many;
you were my poetic friend and you always replied back to me,
your Kentucky friend- in your last poem you wrote Bye-Bye Don't Cry!
But, Milt I have been weeping tons since I heard the news of your death!
Did you hear God calling your name?
Did you take hold of his hand?
Then, like a blazing star across the sky you left us forever,
I will never forget you, L Milton Hankins. Rest in Peace friend.
____________________
December 29, 2022
Poetry/Verse/For Milton - A Tribute
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1513-032-29
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Lewis Milton Hankins
1941 - 2022
Submitted to the Standard contest, In Honor of Milt - An Uncontest
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich, Judged 01/16/2023
First Place
Categories:
blazing star, tribute,
Form:
Verse
She told me she loved Pushkin
and yet somehow, she loved me
my gentle heart and purple prose
made her think of Mister P
Awash in florid idioms
and romantic imagery,
my modest little poems
drew this blazing star to me
For her, I wrote of Helen
and the conquerors of Troy,
for her, I wrote of passion
and of my unbridled joy
I poured my heart, my very soul
into each word and verse,
but genius is an albatross
of which I've not been cursed
Alas, I am no radical
and I'd never fought a duel,
so it wasn't long she saw my work,
provided little fuel
And so, the shadow of Eugene
eclipsed what I'd beguiled
and I retreated, as I would,
while Pushkin's ghost just smiled
Categories:
blazing star, humor, lost love, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Holding his long mane and strong reins
my powerful pure white horse
let me ride bare back
my hair and his mane blowing behind us
we rode like the wind
almost flying
to the store and safely back home
determined to weather all storms~
with his help I was unafraid.
This horse was invented by a friend's imagination to get him to work at age 10
after he got a gun put in his face and there was no one to tell.
Categories:
blazing star, faith, fantasy, imagination, on
Form:
Narrative