Best Morning Star Poems
Morning moon, dawn-white
Kingdom come at end of night
In daytime starlight
4/29/18
In a world consumed of darkness
Don't allow it to rob your peace and light
That is longing to dwell within
There is a light within each of us
That just needs the wind of the spirit to flame
Sent from the promised spirit to resurrect
New life, hope ,peace love and joy within
This world is out to put out the flame
But let none separate what God
Has prepared to mold one into
That can not be shaken but will remain
No longer looking for the sun or moon
To bring forth light for us to see
For the morning star will shine unto the hearts
And cast out all darkness that we might come
In unity of the Living God of truth and love
God's word is the same then, today and will remain
??Isaiah? ?60:1?-?5? ?NIV??
[1] “Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord rises upon you. [2] See, darkness covers the earth and thick darkness is over the peoples, but the Lord rises upon you and his glory appears over you. [3] Nations will come to your light, and kings to the brightness of your dawn. [4] “Lift up your eyes and look about you: All assemble and come to you; your sons come from afar, and your daughters are carried on the hip. [5] Then you will look and be radiant, your heart will throb and swell with joy; the wealth on the seas will be brought to you, to you the riches of the nations will come.
??Isaiah? ?60:19?-?20? ?NIV??
[19] The sun will no more be your light by day, nor will the brightness of the moon shine on you, for the Lord will be your everlasting light, and your God will be your glory. [20] Your sun will never set again, and your moon will wane no more; the Lord will be your everlasting light, and your days of sorrow will end.
??2 Peter? ?1:19? ?NIV??
[19] We also have the prophetic message as something completely reliable, and you will do well to pay attention to it, as to a light shining in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts.
??Revelation? ?22:16? ?NIV??
[16] “I, Jesus, have sent my angel to give you this testimony for the churches. I am the Root and the Offspring of David, and the bright Morning Star.”
Fervently rosy, with an ancient glow,
But never any starlight from our sun;
It's glad rays in pure radiance flow,
Like molten gold, or as sugar spun!
Be it sunset red, or our vital light,
This golden traveler in black space;
Wherever it goes, it pierces night-
In the madly vivid, celestial race!
It's rays on glass makes fun diamonds,
But, deep shadows lie whence it blinks;
And night itself it's always shunned,
So, from such disdain, night shrinks!
It's presence keeps seasons in tune,
And gives amity and color to the wild;
And spreads the joys of harvest boon,
Whereon the fields of summer, it smiled.
Who gave birth to all our endless days,
When we milked the Milky Way Galaxy;
And left a trail of lost, wild bouquets,
While dreaming many dreams yet to be!
Wink at me,
shimmered vixen ...
dawn waits
to warm your feet,
and tickle your toes!
Tell me, true,
your tale ...
an age spent
twinkling -
daubing night
with your kiss ...
twilight's paramour,
teasing the sun to rise,
I ...
but your earthly fool.
Written and submitted on June 5, 2020
For the "Pick-A-Title, Volume 18 - Yalto 2" Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh, Sponsor.
( This form is called 'Yalto', created by Edward Ibeh. Syllables = 3, 4, 2, 4, 5, 3, 2, 3, 2, 3, 3, 5, 6, 1, 5, counted at HowManySyllables.com )
And as I gaze inside your eyes
Toward the depths of your priceless heart
In search of longings that have caressed my soul
Wondering, as a nomad across these planes....
For where you live and where you dream
These dreams that breathe, their breath for me
Your beauties, which I had never known....
As a star amid the celestial night
It is your treasure, that I have sought and seek
That shall eternally guide this princes path
Unto the always, and the forever beyond....
Before these moments that have marked this place
With glitters upon its golden glass
Its chalice once filled with sweetened wine
Which grew bitter, as the new day dawned
The flower that withered within these hands
That once thought itself, but a brightened rose....
And as I gaze inside your eyes
Unto the distant of a yearning soul
A nomad I have searched and been
Upon the planes of dust, this prince
Waiting, for the King of time....
Who breathed his breath of hope in me
The dreams of life that life once dreamt
Within a world, that he could never hold?
.............Holding.............
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The Morning Star!
Morning Star
with your first breath,
wakeful
sunlit of dawn,
a mystique flaming
fire arouse;
ablaze
is casting
shadows
in the new
outlying
mercurial fame
horizon, immersed in
waves
of balmy sunshine.
5/22/2020
Poetry Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 18 - Yalto 2 -
4. Morning Star
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Line 1 to 15: 3,4,2,4, 5,3,2,3,2,3,3,5,6,1,5 syllables.
Venus is a very bright star; it is the only celestial body, besides the Moon, that is bright enough to cast a shadow on Earth. It had two different names in the ancient pagan world, as it was seen in the sky twice a day: when the sun came up in the morning, it was called Morning Star and when the sun set in the evening, it was called Evening Star
Oh morning sun, you wake me with your smile
Uplifted by your golden rendezvous
I glow in harmony as you beguile
In streams of light enlisted by your style
I bathe in brilliant warmth of your review
Oh morning sun, you wake me with your smile
I know that you are with me all the while
As shadow dancers marry me to you
I glow in harmony as you beguile
I look upon your radiant profile
I wonder as you splendidly break through
Oh morning sun, you wake me with your smile
At last to find the darkness in exile
To walk my path with energy anew
I glow in harmony as you beguile
I rouse from dazzling dreams to reconcile
To find you gazing , bidding night adieu
Oh morning sun, you wake me with your smile
I glow in harmony as you beguile
She is out there again, morning star. Alone. By herself.
Forgotten when the other stars returned to heaven, before break of day.
I wonder if she realizes where she was to go, and how to get there.
Does she know it is a journey she can make by herself?
I gaze at her in silent awe, wishing herself happy, worried that
She might not find her way home.
We all get back there eventually. Like this daring little star,
We must travel alone. It is our journey, no one else’s. Even if we
Go at the same time, we go at our own pace, in our own path.
Back and forth between worlds, some of us travel nightly in our
Dreams. Others do not realize this, and go there once upon a lifetime.
Forth and back, rather than back and forth.
Who am I kidding? We all travel there nightly. Some of us are
More aware than others. Some do not realize it at all. They do
Not recall their dreams, sleeping as hard as rocks, with open mouths,
Drooling, as they travel. Like morning star, they are on a path of their
Own, and will do what they need to do, but on their own time, in their
Own sweet way. I send them prayers, hopes, and wishes as they
Lie there, prone, willing to disbelieve in their own happiness.
"Heat Wave"
A new dawn fades
as the sun overtakes
the division in joy
the top layer
shiny and new
still and blue
calm and observing
underneath
the cover of morning
the firmament dissipates
like phoenix burning
sensual pleasures
sharp grooved
igniting loose ties
sacrificing cool
language dripping
like molten honey
over a body
a real piece
of work crucified
a deep story
just short of
6ft high
gone all
unstructured
and supine
dark Night
tightly holding court
with Excalibur
held high
like an offering
to Blue Sky
melting in a heatwave
renaissance rising
oceans turning
rolling rapture
the blood and water
eye for eye still scoring
not feathered
and tarred,
the never dead
very much alive
witness the walking
on watery nets
always close, never far
as in a mirror
the bright
and shining
Morning Star
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
duality.
Spirits float and glide
on the notes of the Native flute
echoing off the canyon walls
resounding through the pine scented forests
cascading over crystal falls
dulcet tones soft as a lovers caress
the melodic winds drift and sigh
as rivers flow through pristine mountains
coaxing the morning star over the horizon.
Vignette on the theme of a piece of music
inspired by: Song for the Morning Star
By: R. Carlos Nakai - Native American Flute Music
from the: Canyon Trilogy CD
BRIGHT AND MORNING STAR
The grace of all He is be with you all
as certain as the end, the promised love
comes quickly as a thief, to bring the fall
of what the world's become, and singing of.
Behold how quickly comes, from Alphas flame;
as naught can end unless it has begun;
the light of one who's called a holy name
will light Jeruselum without the sun.
These words were said--to write--Omega's near.
And all who can will find the narrow way,
as prophesied for all the world to hear,
and then the bride says, come, this is the day.
Those hearing all will come, from near and far,
to Davids' own, a bright and morning star.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
The howling wind of which brushes through the trees
Pushes through the green in the volatile breeze
Merciful star of beaming light in which to bask
Overwhelmed, by the bittersweet winter's mask
The Morning Star
By Nate Spears
There’s clarity in the depths on my deepest thought
I’m never blind to a world of darkness
I’m challenged by whatever in time
Defeated by my ambition in others
Close to my last day
But far from my last night
And I’m light years away
From my very last fight
The actions of the man
Creates the path of his life
The absence of the man
Restrains his rights
The mentality of a man
Saves the day he's granted
The intent of the man
Leads him the way the earth has planned it
So feel my rose as it fades
Feel my pedals bring a new days
As I sprout beyond the stars
To a galaxy that stands out
The route brings the creation to light
After the day
After the night
After the darkness
After my arrival
The morning is tainted
The day is seen in a human’s eye
Sight has been sinful before and after
You and I
This is the heart filled reason
For the birth Christ.
"O, Morning Star"
O, Morning Star, gloriously bright You are!
You said You would remain here always!
There's none brighter neither near nor far
and always is forever 'til the end of days!
You said You would remain here always.
Your bright morning star is the pure truth,
and always is forever 'til the end of days!
'Til the end of days Your Light is my proof!
Your bright morning star is the pure truth
that You reside in the highest Heaven above!
'Til the end of days your Light is my proof
for Your life You did give out of Love!
That You reside in the highest Heaven above,
there's none brighter neither near nor far,
for Your life You did give out of Love,
O, Morning Star, gloriously bright You are!
WTA-IV 4/8/2016
“Morning Star”
There, a Morning Star rose in the East
and reclined in the left side of my brain.
I called them Morning.
They called me Butterfly,
pinned me to the wall like I was an example
of what they thought love was like.
Prisoners are us, in this state of undress.
There is some pleasure in the pain
of a heart in full thrust, bursting open
like a dark, dark red rose.
The perfume piercing all senses,
intoxicating in full bloom, soft, full of dew,
inviting a kiss at close quarters
in their hard velvet time.
Face turned upwards
towards the wide smile of a burning sun,
arching Morning Stars and the immolation of fiery whispers
against the neck of a Van Gogh mind, the eyes fragile green stems, Monet irises swaying,
flecks of ultra-violet scryed within the treasure-pools of a twin flame reflected.
Gold stamens leave their trails like honeyed addictions, deliciously wicked;
Ochre-yellow ribbons tied around the tall stories of a whispering Oak forest,
the boundaries breaching the fire-shot hares and their blue-grey ghostgum sighs.
The ancient laws of desire -
distinguishing lust from love -
swallow us undigested, swept under the rugs of their Gideon pages.
Preying upon us, strange cardinals in their cloistered nests
in such complex states of red unrest, shake the boughs, to move leaves like fingers
that trace noughts and crosses over our naked hearts, sowing seeds in our breasts,
sliding their weathered veins all over our minds, shattering the blanched crystalised,
making the limbs of our stories flesh-borne, come alive.
We kiss under fresh, poisonous holly like it’s a new year.
The risks that we take for love,
the road to hell is paved with good intentions –
wearing fleece o’er wolf’s skin –
as below, so above;
The course of a full day never lets up.
The Sun rises in the east,
The Sun sets in the west.
We burn in between.
The embers of fire glow within the Moon’s luminescence,
ignis et aqua arriving like a tide hushing the prescient ocean
rocking the slick undertow - lux noctis aeterna sub silentio -
like a clam to be opened, a pearl to be plucked
from the fathomless depths of another dimension.
Over and over again, small victories are given up.
The shell discarded.
ex tenebris lux
Candide Diderot. ‘26