Best Inspirationalstars Poems
There is a blanket covering this world,
and darkness night sleeping over pillow of clouds.
Spheres of melodies come from everywhere ,
Dropping stars over dismissed wishes.
High hills compose the music from the earth,
& Wheat field touched by the wind fed all dreams.
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There are invisible muscles caring this world,
And an abstract mind building our starling fate.
Over the head one carpet full of stars and mysteries,
and why am I so alone on this road of darkness ?
At this moment the mountains sleeping over night,
Sparks and thoughts dancing around a magic field.
So far from my home, and so far from my darling.
I prefer the rainy days,
Over the sunny days.
For I envision the rain,
As stars and the stars as the tears of seraphs
Falling upon the land,
Like majestic meteors.
For all the unfortunate few to make a wish upon.
As a child, on summers night,
from his supine position on a pallet,
"Britches" gazed at the stars on high.
Stars, that seemed to waltz about the heavens
like fireflies in a far away land.
As to their purpose, and how they hung-he wondered.
On other nights, not so unlike that one,
in the stillness he'd counted the sound of Locusts',
croaking Toads, or an occasional Owl.
On that night as he stared into the Heavens,
he had sensed there being more
than just this "Boogie Man" of which threatened when bad.
So, as he lay that night,
troubling thoughts began weighing heavily upon his mind.
Thoughts like why people had to die
and where do they go if not to the Cemetery?
Of a separation from his parents and siblings.
He began to conjure up visions of eternity
and of his fate if suddenly he should die.
For "Britches" This was the beginning of his reasoning, that Hell,
must be more than a word his father occasionally used,
and Heaven must be more than just a place for stars to appear.
"Britches" no longer lay among familiar sounds,
For on that night, the silence had been broken by a new sound,
the bleating of one small lamb.