Best Horoscope Poems
Our signs say, we’d be lovers, like no others
And the same goes, for what our souls, already feel
Your perfume, takes me to the place,
Of yearning and passion but also heartache
Cause I never, felt your body, close to mine
I’d take a sunrise, in your eyes, any day
Over desire, that haunts me, and never goes away
All the sunsets, that we’ve missed, are just dreams that’ve faded away
I’d take a sunrise in your eyes any day
When you looked at me, I still think there’s something left
When I looked at you, I hope I gave you proof, to what you may suspect
When we shared a sip, I think our lips, wanted so much more
Till the day I die, for wrong or right, I hope my feelings are yours
I’d take a sunrise, in your eyes, any day
Over desire, that haunts me, that never goes away
All the sunsets, that we’ve missed, are just dreams that’ve faded away
I’d take a sunrise in your eyes any day
I’d take a sunrise in your eyes
Remake the dreams that got away
I’d take a sunrise in your eyes
Any day......
I’d take a sunrise in your eyes...
Any...day...
I cast your horoscope across the miles,
Star gazing does take a while,
I see your astral alignment,
Hugs and kisses in your consignment,
A golden age for your of peace,
Forever in your heart to keep,
Health, wealth, and great happiness,
Your stars are giving you a bless,
Enjoy each day as it comes,
Fill your days with your kind of fun,
So, this was my day's assignment,
To predict your stars' alignment,
Now I cast your horoscope across the miles,
This star gazing take a while.
(Dedication: For Ann, with love.)
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Grow old with me my dear,
Only the classics lasts;
Live zesty gifts of cheer,
Delight outlasts the past;
Enjoy wise rapture fine,
Nurture those lovely smiles.
Roar in-between the lines,
Abide in sanguine style.
Meet precious moments sound.
Touch a deep inner light,
Intuit sweet grace that grounds,
Mind and heart know sure sights;
Etch our love affair here,
See pure joy transcend years.
Leon Enriquez
30 January 2015
Singapore
When at a Chinese restaurant, I frequently dote upon their paper place settings, the Chinese horoscope. It likens a token animal to the year that one is born and a few personality traits that some people scorn. My brother was born in the year of the monkey and many a day he's still very funky. My sister was born in the year of the rat. She's creative and charming but perhaps a little fat. I'm a large cat but I never purr. I was born in the year of the tiger. Now our president was born in the year of the dog which could make for an interesting dialogue. Dog people value loyalty and so does he. There's no mention of dictatorship or royalty that I can see. Joe Biden was born in the year of the horse. Their motivated by happiness, an excellent choice.
Grope slopes of love doves through your palpitation periscope
Sacrifice the price of neglect notoriety, preserve the verve of hope
Multiply and gratify the clue and value of courtesy
Divide glides, prides and slides of mock mercy.
Grope slopes of love doves through your happiness horoscope
Sacrifice the price of a quick kiss, preserve the nerve of hope
Modify sly cries and dignify the cure of heartbreaks
Deride delusions and illusions of miscued mistakes.
Grope slopes of love doves through your tenderness telescope
Sacrifice the price of peace paucity, preserve reserves of hope
Magnify mollification and glorify the clue and value of happiness
Dismiss dogmas of domination, demand the dismissal of sadness.
Grope slopes of love doves through your casual kaleidoscope
Sacrifice the price of ubris ulullations, preserve rights and sights of hope
Modernize merit mandates and dates that picture pristine queens
Don docility and cater for crates and fates of mates in their teens.
dreams soar on eagle's wing
winds of change deflate ego
water under bridge
In our stimulated, simulated brain wave
Collectively entranced, supplanted reality
The new wave of an old groove
As hypnotizing self-suggestion induced
The destiny for recently awake stars to improve
Perception cauterizes the magic bloom
You reach to see we are the same belief
Believers need to understand the course of time
Make it rewind with abstract mind
The memory melted flash bulb crashes full
Across the pattern of landscapes woven through theme
What I tell you Is
That you are behind
The background and foreground
In your lofty fantasy reality spells out
Without a single shred of doubt
So believe what you see
Because you are what you believe
There’re so many sad love poems around here.
If you guys need help negotiating love’s slippery slope,
let me offer you, your own, romantic horoscope!:
Don’t court romantic disaster
don’t mistake a lightbulb for the moon
Titanic wasn't a rom com
and a sad update:
Grand romantic gestures don’t happen anymore,
you're lucky to get a vibration in our pocket with a "sorry" text
I know what you're thinking though, “We didn’t know the moon was useless until we landed on it,” but once you’ve ‘landed’ on a guy (or girl), once or twice, it’s too late—you’re likely ‘in it.’
Big picture-wise, I think we all have Shakespeare to thank for unrealistic, romantic storylines. Romeo & Juliet are the perfect example—they meet, fall in love and marry the very next day.
In Shakespeare’s defense though, love in his world-building was always messy and imperfect, and there were few "happily ever after" narratives. (The exception being Beatrice and Benedick, in ‘Much Ado About Nothing’).
In a side note, my weekly horoscope (Libra) for the Thanksgiving holiday reads:
“You’ve become so self-centered, It’s all about you. What about your family? Before you go emo and angry, change your perspective—own it—strive to improve relationships.”
Sarsh (so harsh) in this writer’s opinion.
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(Songs for this):
Love Is In Town by Brenda Boykin
Do You Even Know? by Rae Morris
Be a blessing to everyone
Inflict neither malice nor poisoned chalice on anyone
If you can heal and feel positive for someone
If you should quit the kingdom of wretchedness
Departing from the abode of wickedness
And abandon cordons of stiffneckedness
Opening your arms wide to friendship
Despite the rancor of hostility and hardship
As God bestows on you the stewardship
To bless your foes
To conquer your woes
To handle well your hoes
In circumstances of blurred vision
In distances and instances where derision
Singes and saps your willpower to make the decision
That turns your life around
Despite your chequered background
God sets your feeble feet on gregarious ground
That propels you forward
Sailing you through Harvard frontward
To land into your hands the just reward
You feel your skills hardly deserve
In a setting that saps your energy and synergy reserve
To catapult your destiny into the preserve
You hardly believe possible
Over and above the sieve of the impossible
For which you’re held responsible
Unless you heal and bless the weak
Surging forth to strengthen and hearten the sick
Ensuring no fate, no destiny remains bleak
If within your power
Lies the possibility to tender a fragrant flower
That brings a smile and hope to someone on the hour
Appointed to relieve stress
To go the extra mile and grace
Faces of despair despite their race
Endeavouring to devour despair
Unhappiness and unbelief to repair
As blessings you shower on the brokenhearted a plethora of care
Essential to restore hope
To enlarge and widen the scope
That sows hope beyond histrionics of horoscope and dope.
East, my Horoscope
West, the Manila Bay charm
Oh, my setting sun.
She is multi-talented,
Her writing skill is a dope.
Her speaking skills will lift you up,
Even if you are a Mope.
Though she major in Biology,
She's good with the use of tropes.
Despite her challenges,
She's find a way to cope.
She wakes up daily,
With a renew energy of hope.
Her future is assured,
She doesn't need any horoscope.
There will be a brighter day,
Her name shall be heard everywhere on the globe.
dreamt I kissed your lips
altering forever
the alignment
of the planets
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
I knew it was going to be a bad day when I found
that my horoscope began with "Are you sitting down?"
I believe in horoscope,
the stars aligning, chance meetings,
destiny aligned, people put on our path,
the map of our life, missed opportunities,
decisions that alter our journeying.
Especially as the years advance, I believe
in struggling to exploit our potential
so we don’t leave our mission half done.
AP: 1st place 2020
Submitted on June 27, 2018 for contest EIGHT LINES OF FATE, WHEN YOU WONDER IF IT IS TOO LATE sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 3RD
Your Horoscope.
You might be moving, or you could be staying
You might be looking for love.
You might find it, you may not.
Someone new coming into your life
Or someone old leaving your life.
You might be learning new things.
Or continuing with old things
Or you might be resting.
You might be working harder.
You could decide to travel.
Or you could decide to stay home.
You might see a new arrival in the family.
Or it might just stay the same.
You may get a promotion.
Or you may leave your job.
Or even stay as you are.
If you make a big purchase
Check the paperwork, as if you wouldn’t.
If you don’t it could become a problem.
An old friend could contact you.
Or they won’t bother.
Some of this will happen.
And some of this won’t.
David Cox 05/01/23