Best Constellations Poems
CITADEL AND CONSTELLATIONS
The green leaves in rugged moans;
The tall bushes in rumbling groans;
The roofs train creaks-- their fugue
blow cobwebs hugging branches below,
such are precursors inviting darkness lair
for stormy clouds before crowd the days.
Yellow horizon seem unreachable honey
as in my life's ocean, balloon billows I bear.
I-- surged in every swell to skirt yet still
lashing waves dashed pushing me sometimes to despair.
Again, cataclysm walk unheralded casting loose
my arms lift upon the glimmer of silver lining from afar
somber shadows enshrouded me in a mist of struggles.
Ounce of strength I have, I try to juggle and juggle
yet, curses fell from hearts and lips parched of love.
All these came, one and all --
the flowing light has flickered flash and gone
but beyond all these you stood -- my sentinel...
You hushed the bad constellations hanging 'round my world
like a lighthouse guiding a lost ship to his home.
Yes! You are my beacon, a promontory amidst
cyclic onslaught brambles and chameleons,
a rock to cling in the wind's creeping fury,
Staunch and firm, my ñhero fighting the torrential
cascade of tirades and reproaches: MY CITADEL. . .
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©O.E. Guillermo
06:37 pm, February 24, 2015
To dream awake beneath the sky
where blazing stars emerge to dye
the silken night in brilliant hues
of amethyst and midnight blues,
connecting dots with unseen rope
like beads of joy on strings of hope
that dress the endless onyx night
with images so bold and bright,
until the beams of sunrise soar
to banish incandescent lore.
The lights have fallen
to nightbreak.
There, on the sharp horizon.
Cracked open.
Leaching
pastel peach...
(Or is it apricot?)
...into the dimming blue.
The moon,
two stars -
aligned,
in a line.
Three drops of rain;
frozen in their falling.
An overnight shower,
lasting longer than it did...
By the tiny grace
of an unseen spider;
her webwork
holding these three,
three pieces of rain -
up to the fading moonlight
as dawn conspires to interfere
with the colors she is daily born in.
The white brings blue.
The day brings night.
The night brings dew.
I long for you.
In the long days,
in the longer nights.
In the dark,
in the light.
If I’m lucky,
in my ache,
I’ll be suspended
for a moment more.
Between heaven.
Between earth.
Consumed by starlight.
Embracing dark, forestalling dawn.
Awash in moonlight.
Hoping constellations
This warm evening lingers
along weeping fence lines
of tear drop persuasion
laced in glistening spider webs
and I am missing you
Staring up at a melancholy sky,
counting hours on the face of the moon
while minute hand comets
slowly float by in orbiting arcs
getting nowhere fast
I see shadows reach beyond
pecan grove silhouettes
to far away borders
of palm leaf pathways
and white sand whispers,
And I know this is
where my heart longs to be
as I walk towards the brightest star
hoping constellations
will guide me to you
Good night Soupers
In the galaxy full
Of infinite stars,
I stole a few
And hid them
In my finite world
To make my own constellations,
So that I could create beauty
In darkness
That once scared me.
Now every night, when
I close my eyes,
I get lost
In my creation,
And I hope one day
I could be a star
In someone else’s constellation
After I leave my finite world
To join the galaxy of infinite stars.
The wonderful stars at night,
Shine so bright without street lights.
How many recognize,
Starlit pictures in the sky.
A myriad of paintings,
Sitting and waiting for our eyes.
So many constellations,
Shining ever bright.
©2014 Honestly JT
I connected the stars I found in the dark horizon,
hoping I would form a new constellation.
It was a sense of felicity, a joy I couldn't part
'til I found myself connected to your heart.
CONSTELLATIONS
Haiku and Tanka
like an eye
into the universe
that far spiral galaxy
bright northern star
seeded by heaven’s angels
to announce the night
a billion stars
and beyond a zillion more
and beyond and beyond
what an artist god
he’s poked gadzillion holes
in the evening sky
that we may see
the light of heaven
such a celebration!
some giant firework explodes
each night
and showers sparks
through all creation
Dave Austin
A nocturnal phenomenon
When the sun falls from the heavens
And we begin the recitation of the constellations
And chart your wisdom in the fourth dimension
To a constant navigation of hearts that burn brighter
Yearning for the truth, for love and romance
The reason why diamonds even matter
An eternal patience to watch man’s evil deeds and not utter a word
And witness in a profound silence, his hunt and insatiable greed
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The stars only exist for stars to exist - to shine with all their might
Man is a sickness, and unintended by-product of the star dust
Our freewill seeks to impose itself on their brilliance
Through astronomy and astrology seeking the stars' guidance
Their light into our lives like a multitude of eyes gives us significance
Twinkling like a blinking eye, winking to give us reassurance
The sphere of the night sky like a wide open eye
Watching over us like the Gods by name we forever praise
The faith to someday also our souls raise
The only stars that fall at night
Are those which cease to share their light
Their light was just for selfish sake
The glow they gave was bright but fake
And the constellations bear witness.
Stardust writes their epitaph
Across the changing cosmograph
Where only true and faithful stars
In chorus sing everlasting bars
As the constellations bear witness.
No proud or mediocre ear
Can discern what celestials hear
That cause their trumpets to blast the song
That tips the balance of stars gone wrong
Still the constellations bear witness.
RETA PRUITT
August 29, 2016
"Constellations"
6 September 2016
Version 1 (ABC/Rhyme not a real Nonet)
A creature built from the dust of stars
Became a living avatar
Climbing the ladder of time
Dancing to wintertime -6
Edify beautify -6
Firefly goodbye
Gently fly
He is
I
Version 2 (ABC/Rhyme/Nonet)
9 September 2016
A creature built from the dust of stars
By light: strength, life, an avatar
Climbing the ladder of time
Dancing to wintertime
Embrace beautify
Firefly goodbye
Gently fly
He is
I
At my birth, something happened up there...
into the wondrous constellations,
God Himself made them shine brighter
for this new born trascending life
into a destiny of greatness;
and my grateful smile deepened His delight!
Astrologers study the heavenly bodies:
stars, planets and the wondrous constellations
to predict the events of an individual's destiny...
from an ordinary one...to the most extraordinary;
fame is measured by a monetary value,
but greatness is a spirituality laid open to view!
Nowdays simplicity is looked upon with suspicion,
it seems a bit too spontaneous and impractical;
the modernist confounds it and confronts it,
treating it like an incurable disease of the outcast,
but no great man has ever been
ashamed of expressing it and propagating it!
We are building monuments of wonders,
and go far into the boundless Universe...
instead of undoing pain and disharmony,
curing the plagues that inflict this Humanity;
our society is too proud and arrogant...
nothing frightens us, and we still remain defiant!
If your fate favors you over the others,
who only can wish for such glorious moments
consumed in prosperity and greatness;
start cultivating the seeds of wisdom,
seeking out those truest friends living on the Earth...
to admire and share the wondrous constellations above!
Seems like yesterday we peered through constellations,
like lost doves in flight yearning for their ivory salvation.
Wearing wings that beamed in specks of flaring stardust,
leaving blazing memories full of crimson temptation.
Forgotten and abandoned like unalterable mistrust,
lost love is like a shadow hungry for antiquated lust.
You used to surface me like pebbles along a tidal shore,
now I can’t seem to forget the departed days of yore.
Let bygones go extinct and I’ll never look behind
to see the cessation of the misty revolving door.
Wondering in disregard of things that I’ll never find,
for we were always grace and unforgiveness combined.
The surpassed harvest moon has given me no sympathy,
all I acquired is a homeless body full of insecurity.
No reassurance when the light fades into dimming gray,
No rest for the condolences devoid of serene sincerity.
For we are all but youthful children longing to play,
and I am but a neglected girl stuck in obsolete disarray.
Vanished and remitted like a resounding aria of a tune,
to all things of disregard, I have become utterly immune.
The past no longer gives me solace when I need it most,
obscurity hides deep within the tempest and typhoon.
For you are nothing but a withering phantasm ghost,
and I am nothing but a hollow shell of an unholy host.
A masculine touch used to bring me to my longing knees,
now I beg and plead for all this infatuation to cease.
I thought I knew what hunger was when I met you,
but all I learned was how to find warmth in the freeze.
You used to be my solidifying rock, my cemented glue,
now you turned all my shining medallion into indigo blue.
Can’t you see the real me that just can’t find alleviation?
Seems like yesterday we peered through constellations.
Each shooting star reminded me of our craving affection,
gaping at the outline of your silhouette with adoration.
We used to share a rarity of an unyielding connection,
now we gather and break bread in invariable imperfection.
Ten Words Poetry Contest
April 7, 2018
2/24/16
Made my own observations
While following through on obligations
Certain materials came into contact with the process of oxidation
As I always respected conservation
Unfortunatley the same could not be said for all occupations
And methods of operation
Realize this bit of ancient knowledge, many conversations
Got lost in translation, all across the basins and nations
You could make a never ending story of compilations
Life came with unlimited combinations
Of complications
But it was never enough to break my concentration
Spirit or willpower, as I stared up at the constellations
Above cities with high populations
I made my own modifications
Through many optimizations
I understood that many desired accomodations
And strictly believed in consecrations
I could never respect or help anyone interested in world domination
Or narcissism and self-nomination
Especially if they speak of others like an abomination
I'm so very far from religious, but I can tell you now with a certain degree of confidence
And a much higher consciousness
That will lead you to a path of eternal condemnation
By: Dalton Ogletree
a dark and quite warm, mid-summer August night
standing on a rock,I humble the desert's fright
a gentle breeze blows,tingling,teasing my ears
whispering an overture, to requiem of my fears
two lights are seen,shimmering,very far, far away
someone like me is drifting,the life's lonesome highway
I gaze high in the sky, finding the LYRA or HARP
on its upper rim's shinning,the VEGA, bright and sharp
the ARCHER stands so still,at Northwest of the CROWN
meanwhile the FOX is chasing,the CYGNUS or the SWAN
a shooting star suddenly,runs away off the SHIELD
the CLUSTER OF WILD DUCK,I do see, in that field
I make a thorough scan,to spot the EAGLE or INDUS
there appears, to my dismay,a huge and dark stratus
I leave,heading for my car,turn on the CD player
John Denver's heavenly words,capture my soul as in a prayer
the dawn just now is breaking,Sunrays herald the day
I wish for;on this highway;a soulmate to cross my way