Best Naturestar Poems
I just lost my love and find her I must.
The thoughts of her drift through the open skies.
Reaching to touch her but bringing back dust,
And the tears that have fallen from my eyes.
To her I gave up all my affection.
Gazing into the night to see her face.
A star always shoots in that direction,
And I know she is in a better place.
I will always worship her golden lights,
Her love, her beauty, and her faithful touch,
That shines through every star in each night.
Giving her all my love is not even enough.
She contains no flaws in any feature.
In my eyes, she is God’s greatest creature.
As I looked at the moon
I reached for the sky
And I raised my hand
I still wonder why
I stretched my body
And as I closed my hand
Something was laid in my palm
I don't understand...
This star wasn't right
It was bent and distorted
This star wasn't too bright
It was small and light
I thought of throwing the star that laid in my hand
Throwing it and stomping it into the sand
I stopped and stared and relized the gift
I knew it was something that would never drift
So i sat down and hummed
A song never sung
And it rung through the waves
A light beating drum...
I live atop a Mountain, look to the East , the sky Kaleidoscopes , Red and Pink
I live atop a Mountain, look to the West, the sun so brilliant your Eyes Blink
To the East You see the Dusk creeping, slowly across the lush Landscape
To the West, the sky Kaleidoscopes, Red and Pink, the sun plans its escape
In the Eastern firmament, the first star of the evening awaken by sunset: Shines
The Western Atmosphere feels the Slowly creeping Dusk,slowly through the Vines
A Full Moon displays the shadows of Earth , Gone are the colours of the EAST
If YOU want to see this again : Watch For the first Star of the Western Sky
( Deceased )
The EAST - “ SUNRISE “ ~~~ The WEST - ” SUNSET “
TOGETHER FOR EVER
Sunrises with a different color this morning
Pale pink whispy clouds adorn all the upper sky
A very small crescent moon in the southeasterly sky
Where the morning star resides this time of year
The mist rising from the creek Seems to mingle
With the mist from the smaller
Creek one-quarter mile away
Beyond is the pink striated with gray on the low horizon
I heard the gobbling of turkeys
Or is that hunters doing their calls
Do the turkeys know the difference
If they don't their number is up
As the great star comes on up
The light pierces the golden hickory
Radiating the glory from that tree
Into my line of vision just a few minutes
In the front yard the hugh oaks
Lay down a rug decorated with leaves
Varying colors of tan, brown, and red
It is a noisy rug that crunches when touched
Light pink and pale turquoise softened by the fog
Morning star giving off your radiance brighter
Than surrounding stars; Easing the earlier mind bog
Eosphorus delights the early morning mightier
Morning star giving off your radiance brighter
Almost touchable just a telescopic space
Eosphorus delights the early morning mightier
Winter is coming when you no longer grace
Morning star giving off your radiance brighter
Than surrounding stars; Easing the earlier mind bog
Almost touchable just a telescopic space
Light pink and pale turquoise softened by the fog