Best Gravity Poems


Premium Member Asteroid Gravity Graced

Asteroid


You were out of this world 
named for the Perseids
the meteor 
that exploded in two striking the blue 
between the sun and the moon 
the massive spark an exclamation mark
that punctuated perfectly my
“hey we’re going to see some awesome...”

fireworks tonight and
a week later


    Gravity 


led me to you
all arctic and wolfy
all wild and white
a firecracker alright
You were out of this world 
a brilliant light in my life for
fourteen years


     Graced


after you died 
I learned a meteor 
had streaked
that very same sky
the same day

my gift from the heavens 
the heavens reclaimed


 Asteroid 2000-2014



8.13.2020


Composed for Constance La France’s
All Pets Go To Heaven Poetry Contest

Gravity

Without gravity
there would be no fallen angels
the something that always
pulls me back to you
love at first sight
it was gravity
not the earth pulling me to you...

I wish to be your word
the logos
your alpha and omega
to write I love you
in hieroglyphics
three bird letters...

Balanced are we
by mutual attraction
in circles we spin
the dance of lovers
we are a Tibetan mantra
the smile our bodies make...

Gravity is an affinity
the attraction of one thing to another
as a planet to a star
me to you...

Approaching infinity
Theta or love
harmony out of chaos
instead of the big bang
maybe it was more
like a feminine sigh
a sweet song
like a breeze in a field..

Love pulls me like gravity
to the smell of your hair
to the sound of your voice
taste of your lips
cool nights by the sea...

with you the stars
come closer at night
in your eyes of reflection
I sink into infinity
infinite delicate elements
glaring at the stars for evidence...

A space without pretentiousness
infinity is endless
gravity a symphony played brilliantly
loving you is divinity...
~ ~

Premium Member Gravity

Oceans rise and fall
to the rhythmic breaths of our
luminescent orb

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(C) John C Michaels, 2014

Written for the contest, "Picture This #1"
Sponsored by SKAT A
Third Place


Gravity

I see a cherry tree in full blossom
My heart soars to the heavens
Gravity ensures my body doesn't follow.

25/5/14

Premium Member The Little Cottage

The little cottage 
Built by my beloved father
Is old and small
But loves begins here
And never ends
It carries on years after years
Wherever you go
You won't forget
It's like a magnet
It's  like the force of gravity
It links to your mind and your soul
Buried deep in your memory
Even after it's vanished in a big fire
Even after its builder passed away
A long time ago
Love and memory do exist
Whenever a soul remains

Premium Member Celestial Poet

Exploring nothing.
Empty space.
Being filled by words of no meaning
Just a wandering pen beautifully completing the emptiness
Spilling from a querying heart
A wandering mind
Full of seagulls and tinkling bells
Next to the crashing waves of foamy thought..
Lapping slowly onto the mind
In the present moment

What is next?
As the moon pulls back the ownership of gravity
Like a bedsheet or a duvet covering the naked Earth
How the moon shelters the tender ocean
From the cold of the nighttime sky..
Blanket of love and warmth
You have sheltered me since our birth
And now, we breathe together
Tangible harmony
Slavish synergy
Locking our existence in the outer
But reaching into the inner 
Rhythm of our presence
In this celestial celebration dance
© Sam Scott  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Zero Gravity

zero gravity 

please put me down atlas ~ nobody takes us serious anymore

Premium Member Waters Fall Under Gravity Feed

Serene sounds of the Rhythm of the Falls
Echo through the forests green canopied walls
Delightful in flow like Robin's pen
Where the Rhythm of the Falls will flow time and time again

Her liquid lullaby, capturing natures sight
Greened mossed coverings, a velvet delight
As the waters fall under gravity feed
The Rhythm of the Falls, are beautiful indeed

 
After reading Robin's lovely Haiku " Liquid Lullaby " these lines flowed.




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-5.php

Brave: Gravity

Petals: pristine~pure desire float
lullabies roam aspheric space
touches reached just out of scope

Brave: gravity glides on outspread wings
with the willow weeping sullenly low
blanket in balance a presence bestows

Tight: comfort held in passion's show
lightening a starless~sterile sky
sacred secrets whispered overnight

Dawn: feelings warmed on nature's bed
dew drops glisten upon peril's view
rhythmic swirls arise affectless anew
© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Gravity

Gravity conquers desire
It devours and absorbs all
In the black colorless heaviness of the inevitable
It is the ballast of conflict, fear and hate
Its weight takes everything in the fall
Hope, faith and joy all fail in its evolution
Before the powerless sovereign gate
Closed and locked
Imprisoning the spirit to degenerate
From the freedom to unfold
The Karmic soul's fate
This breed of men and thought
In the times of now and not
Is the reason for wars and discontent
The wrought iron passage to nothingness
To free the change
To light the way and eliminate
This dark and human less place
Gravity it seems to me
Is not what it means to be
It simply holds the universal place
When it comes to setting us free
We are the Captors and Creators
That harbor its departure to be so
Free

For You Are My Gravity

I saw it instantly-
the inner repose that encompasses you 
without fear.

your concealed heart is only for my soul 
to see.

now we are wrapped in winter blankets,
warmth kept inside two hearts that live 
for nothing except the longing for each 
other. 

I saw it instantly-
the intense weakness in your eyes you felt 
for me without fear.

now I have an inclination that we are together 
for the same reason…
to see the blazing and amazing fascination we 
share without resistance or opposition. 

for you are my magnet-
the gravity pulling me into an existence of 
extreme devotion.

you have always been the charisma I desired....


August 4, 2018

Gravity

Gravity is just here to pull us down 
But this planet isn't good enough for you
Too bad we couldn't float out of this town 
To create a world with a better view.

Somewhere between those shining stars and Mars
We would stand before heavens sturdy gates
And study the angels behind the bars
Who swallowed their pride and challenged their fate.

We notice the world is spinning way too fast
The entire human race is wasting space
Look towards the future coming to pass
It's like a long strand of black lace.

What is it like to be the last one there?
Stuck to the ground in silent prayer?

A Certain Gravity

He conjectured the weight of her small breasts.
lifted them in cupped hands,
weighed the texture gravity has
when combined with the weight of pleasure.
He wonders about this sudden passion for lightness;
then he recalls his mother;
that bird-like lady -
the pressure of tenderness
as she held his face
in both her palms
as if he were the weight of her own soul.
Now he holds this beautiful
unfathomable woman
not knowing what to say,
because his mouth is full
of a heaviness
perhaps only known 
to clouds and rain.

Premium Member Borrowed Gravity

When I read, gravity loosens its grip,  
a small unfastening felt first in the ribs.  
The page tilts the air, bending it around me  
like a soft distortion in the fabric of breath.  
Words behave as particles~ 
colliding, scattering, recombining in the quiet behind my eyes.

Characters arrive as changes in mass,  
their presence altering the room’s center of pull.  
Some make the world lighter;  
others press gently on the sternum  
as if adjusting the density of thought.  
I feel them move through me  
like currents slipping along an unseen axis.

Sentences stretch time~ 
not metaphorically, but with the slow elasticity  
of something being warmed by attention.  
Moments dilate; minutes contract;  
the clock becomes a suggestion  
rather than a law.

My pulse syncs to the story’s frequency,  
a low hum of shifting energy  
that travels through bone and breath.  
The book becomes a field generator,  
rewriting the physics of the room  
until everything around me feels slightly untrue  
and beautifully so.

By the final page, equilibrium returns~  
but not the same one I began with.  

When the book ends, the world doesn’t snap back.
It settles slowly, in its own uneven way,
as if the constants I rely on have shifted a little.
I move through the room with a changed center of balance,
still feeling the story’s pull inside me,
a private force that lingers long after the cover shuts.

Gravity

Encapsulated

by gravitational pull

'Observation earth'

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