Best North Star Poems
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Fidelity:
The north star of the soul
That
Helps the heart navigate
Over
The turbulent waters of temptations
And
Through the perilous reefs of lust
Towards
The serene shores of happiness,
But
Often unobserved remains by the many,
For
It is hidden behind the clouds of
Impetuous desires!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 February 2021
Our friendship has always been my North Star
The guide to everything out there
And when we lost touch
I lost my compass
I sealed the wound with fire
And trudged on with desire
Trying to recreate what we had
The effortless close bond, over time becoming sad
People did not meet me half way
They did not grasp the world the same way
And so a small boat adrift I was
Alone bereft for me
And that became my norm
And a new me for a time was born
I did not want to be close
Relationships made me morose
Pleasure was all I sought
To dampen grief and doubt
And that way I existed
For a long time just sort of delisted
Artimus born
Few wants, no needs
Completely free and no nervous energy
It’s calm to withdraw
To view life as a brawl that you no longer engage
And then I hit tastes of want
And it became need
And I tried again
And did not succeed
So I settled and I slept
Most of me to myself I kept
And then once again you were here
And well with joy I could interact without fear
And so I started again to create
And life is not over, it’s not to late
And here we are
And here we are to my North Star - Artimus (C) Susan Manley 8/21/23 for Alan
Oh, faith,
You, North Star of my soul
That helps me navigate over the
Dark waters of doubt, uncertainty, and
Skepticism,
I implore you to guide my heart through
The perilous reefs of ignorance and of falsity,
Towards
The serene shores of knowledge and veracity,
Where
The sun of our Lord's truth, eternally, shines!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 October 2022
I'm lost
Can't find my way
Into
A brighter day
When I've
Given up hope
You will
Lead me home
You're my
north star in the night
You are
brighter than starlight
guide me
Through all the hard times
You are
brighter than starlight
brighter than starlight
I am
Lost out at sea
And I'm
Slowly drowning (?)
Don't want
To give up hope
Trying
To stay afloat
You're my
north star in the night
You are
brighter than starlight
guide me
Through all the hard times
You are
brighter than starlight
brighter than starlight
Guide me
To a new place
Help me
To find happiness
In the
Dark of the night
Shine with
All of your might
You're my
north star in the night
You are
brighter than starlight
guide me
Through all the hard times
You are
brighter than starlight
brighter than starlight
These are lyrics to a song. If you wish to hear the background music it can be found by looking up Exordiar on YouTube. This is song #2.
h
a
v
e
you
ever seen
something so
beautiful -It made you cry
Then - look up and out - into infinity - on a starry night
and feel the presence of God -all around
and know you will never be lonely again
Stand there in the stillness
and find total peace
within yourself
as all your
torment
and
pain
and
fear
d
i
s
s
o
l
v
e
Lost in the wonder - of it all
Sweet North Star,
Shining so bright !
Even Though Lonely,
Still Giving Light!
Sweet North Star,
Standing Still Alone!
Even Though So Far,
Still As white As Snow!
Sweet North Star,
You Hardly Ever Cry!
Even If You Cry,
You Cry Tears Of Shooting Stars Light!
Sweet North Star,
You Are A Star Of Life!
Without You The Sailors Won't Have Might!
Lonely in the hush of evening
I search the night sky for your bright smile;
such a vivid beam of light shines down at me.
You, my true north, a star beyond compare --
undeniably radiant, grants me direction, comfort.
Your smile is encased in a luminous halo.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star!
Your earthly life was cut short, yet you return
to illuminate my long, sad hours of darkness.
Daylight tries to steal you from my memory,
but in my heart, steadfast you remain
as I count the hours till evening again.
*Written April 25, 2015, for Kelly’s contest
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Let your fate take root
On hard rock, tangle and bury
Before the coming storm.
and before the coming of the storm
amidst a garden of your crafting
Beliefs and memories planted
and like seeds watered
Take root amidst your cherished greens
Take hand in hand your
memoir
and brace with rooted tangled feat
-mangled,
The coming storm
Come to wash away
come to whisk away;
This is a magical storm
something fantastical
like myth was born
from your hands, as you shake them left to right
and wrestle from them
seeds
trample on your well-trodden soil
and in waves bead your sweaty water
shelter little sprouting
take shelter in his shadow,
Did you nurture your garden?
like I have nurtured mine
mine, lush with little ideas
lush with my graceful evasion
of duties unwatered
moments hoarded
lush with little trees, that in my shadow
do not grow,
and their little fruits, so sour born
Yours, that garden, a gnarled tree
posies tangled on mangled fields
bounties of fruit, in your mangroves
children of our labor
all alike stand before the storm,
Dark clouds gather, broil forth like no afterthought
an army summoned to war, the tax collector come for dues
and bubbling forth
Comes lightning and thunder like sickle and torch
Come to reap the song and sun:
and it is in this shadow they finally grow
and gnarled hand takes my own
-I will not rot away on my own
I stand before my fated choices
and together
our bonds new, old and gnarled
stand firm these moment’s beliefs and
creations
children and parent, arms locked, heads on shoulders both
eyes cast out and tears exhumed
before the coming storm
Our legs take root in our
garden soil
and we cling to what
we know
we hold to what knows
us
but the storm is just
so grand
and our roots are just
so shallow.
Passion to excel in academics as also in sport
Photographic memory made study more of sport
Good reflexes reduced study of sport
First rank in exams adorned the school report
Medals, Trophies in sport averted bookworm retort
Passion to be leader of masses
Pushed me to rise and stand up for causes
Got elected, risked with huge responsibility
Sharpened Human skills, chiseled versatility
Succeeded as favorite, alone on merits and ability
Passion to be top executive with vision
Handled projects, darted on corporate mission
Often led as one man army, met tough deadline
Figured as key member when Company did shine
In bad times too strived as Company were mine
Passion to be energetic, fit and fine
Did gym, clean habits, body care all the time
Pole Vaulted mental energy bars
Synergised physical energy thru’ mental wars
Passionately shining as North Star, star of stars
( Entry for Members Contest - Passion Pits by Linda Marie- The Sweetheart of P.S.)
Of which
the moral
he never found
That allegory was she
Sing to a fine tune,
he could never
That ballad was she
Taking pride
In a deaf audience
that sitar,
that shehnai was she
Writ in a language
He knew not
That manuscript was she
She was the North Star,
He a blind, lost traveler
shadowed wane moon smiles
eye-catching incandescent
north star smitten ebbs
6/16/2018
[verse]
Our friendship has always been my North Star
The guide to everything out there
And when we lost touch
I lost my compass
I sealed the wound with fire,
And trudged on with desire
Trying to recreate what we had,
The effortless close bond, over time becoming sad
People did not meet me half way
They did not grasp the world the same way
And so a small boat adrift I was
Alone bereft for me!
And that became my norm
And a new me for a time was born
I did not want to be close
Relationships made me morose
[chorus]
Pleasure was all I sought
To dampen grief and doubt
And that way I existed
For a long time just sort of delisted
Artimus born
Few wants, no needs
Completely free and no nervous energy
It’s calm to withdraw
To view life as a brawl that you no longer engage
[verse]
And then I hit tastes of want,
And it became need
And I tried again,
And did not succeed
So I settled and I slept
Most of me to myself I kept
And then once again you were here,
And well with joy I could interact without fear
And so I started again to create
And life is not over, it’s not to late
And here we are...
here we are...
we are...
[chorus]
Pleasure was all I sought
To dampen grief and doubt
And that way I existed
For a long time just sort of delisted
Artimus born!
Few wants, few want...
Completely free and no nervous energy
It’s calm to withdraw
To view life as a brawl that you no longer engage
[verse]
And then I hit tastes of want
And it became need
And I tried again
And did not succeed
So I settled and I slept
Most of me to myself I kept
And then once again you were here
And well with joy I could interact without fear
And so I started again to create
And life is not over, it’s not to late
[verse]
And then I hit tastes of want
And it became need
And I tried again
And did not succeed
So I settled and I slept,
Most of me to myself I kept
And then once again you were here,
And well with joy I could interact without fear
And so I started again to create,
And life is not over, it’s not to late
And here we are!
And here we are
here we are,
we are!!
Lone traveller in a danger zone
Blades slashes in a place she calls home
Fixing scars oppressing her thin skin
Stretching arms for a spark to fit in
With a frail shield she walks her way
Lids begging tears to stay away
‘Nay’ they say rolling down for a kiss
Weak, tired and and in search of a bliss
Stingers, venoms, and claws cast on her
Tall she stood for them to deter
Above she looks for her north star
She could not reach for it was too far
("The Night Sky", 2013, original oil)
The Night Sky
Ironic that finding our way
In the deep pitch black of night
Is truer than anything we can find by day.
As the world spins on its axis
The Pole Star remains
The guiding light.
Eight stars then show the way
The central and Big Dipper seven
Even a child can see.
Thus the ubiquitous eight pointed stars
Of Persian rugs
Reminding us again and again.
The oldest text known to man
Is from an Egyptian pyramid
Forty three hundred years ago.
It’s an ascent guide
For the righteous pharaoh Unas
Laying out the stairway to heaven.
And within its enigmatic verses
cryptic poetry hides
Practical symbolism of the ascent.
“May the bread fly up!
May the bread continue to fly up
To the seven houses of the Red Crown!”
What is this stairway to heaven then
This first text of man proclaims
If not the path we each take.
By day as we wander blindly and
By night guided by the bright unmoving star
As we fly directly with unerring sight.
Thus does poetry reveal
The two sides the ladder’s rungs hang upon
The inner and outer union of psyche and substance.
As above so below
As within so without
Rising up the bread does fly.
(2/24/24)
I wished upon a shooting star...
For the perfect man...
But like that shooting star...
The perfect man lost his glow...
And died...
So now I turn to the ever faithful north star...
And wish the same thing...
Because like the north star...
The perfect man will always be there...
Forever shining and glowing...
All for me...