Best Orion Poems
Last night I awoke to the sign of Orion, and the big dipper pouring beauty into her
countenance.
Though the stars say she is a Capricorn, a meager goat, I see Orion’s majesty every time I
stare into here full lips and wide Sophia Lauren Smile.
Her sleek and slender body bodes of Spartan stubbornness.
A stubbornness that’s had me fuming on the wrong kind of sides, of the wrong kinds of days.
Most days, we spend our lives like firefighters, putting out 101 degree fevers, cars
breaking down, and trying to make ends meet on a student’s stipend,
And as days pass, we see separation as an impossibility for how could we possibly survive
without each other?
But last night, I was freed from the stress of overfilled garbage cans and overdue
research projects,
To see her high and lifted up in the unconditional light which she shines for so many,
So many children, to whom she’s been a second mother, screaming, “Ms. Lucas!!!, Ms.
Lucas!!!,” as we see them in the mall.
The countless times that she’s saved me form suicide with a hope unfettered and sincere,
You see last night, I got a quick glimpse into my life as heaven sees it, and I saw my
wife for the first time, lifted high into the deep night, shining for the world.
Oh don’t get me wrong, I truly see her everywhere,
Every where there is courage, I see her wringing the neck of the crack head that almost
kidnapped our oldest in Chicago,
Every time I see kindness, I see her soothing voice in my ear saying, “Keep going baby,
you’re almost out of the tunnel.”
Whenever I see pain, I see her face when she looked down at her dead father’s body, stoic
and resolved that his tragedy would not mar her memory of his greatness.
Every time I see strength, I see a woman who buried her brother in the same summer of her
honeymoon and still smiled wide with sincerity.
But last night, God removed the veil, and I saw her through heaven’s eyes,
Glorious and heroic,
And in that moment I realized that nothing can stop me, because I sleep next to Orion.
Machel, the hero of old.
Greek mythology
Orion the hunting one
Second brightest star
By Susan Mills
Since I was a child, I’ve been obsessed with reading
Training myself for this day to come
Already I possessed creativity, just needed tuning
Ready for the haters, all that matters is I love it
Sincere with my words, all from the heart, no lies
Of course I’m not the best, may never be
Father always told me to hope though
Once I read in front of others
Ready to be laughed at, but to my surprise it wasn’t criticism
Impressed. No hate
Only love and support
Now I’m here, trying to grow as a writer
No matter how high I jump I
can't reach u.
I love u so much but u
wouldn't digest this because of
the other little stars that try to
have my light to at least
shine.
They were falling in the
blackhole.
Remember the blackhole
absorbs all the light like
drowning man trying to
destroy.
In my world everything is
about u, even the big dipper
points to U.
u're the brightest Rigel, u light
my life.
Whether I'm north or south
u're visible everywhere, that's
why my mind is programmed
to U.
There may be 7 shiny stars but
they can't be u, Orion.
Only u have the distinctness to
appeal to my exciting view.
Trust me, my eyes stay on u all
through the night no one can
beat that.
And if staring at other stars
makes me loose u, hunt down
insecurity
Because u're incomparable
with no competition and I love
none like u.
Nonetheless, I'm ready to
accept November to April isn't
the whole year,
One day u'll no longer be
there and if destiny has it,
I'll take a place in the sky with
u
some day.
Hot shot
Sworded swagger
Flashing boldly unconscious
Glommed to center of attention
Easy to spot.... (not hot)
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Written by Nancy Jones on the Fourth of July, 2012
For Nette's "Pen a Pensee" Contest
Grammatically questionable, and includes words I made up since there weren't any existing words available to say what I wanted.
Really enjoy star gazing :)
The Hunter rises in the night sky,
Taurus the bull, the target nearby.
His dogs are chasing, not able to catch,
Maybe another plan, Orion should hatch.
Was he put in the sky, for boasting too much,
About the animals he could kill, with his arrow's touch.
Or maybe killed by a scorpion's bite,
Could it be Artemis, with the arrow's might.
One of the many Greek myths, easily seen,
Along with some of the greatest legends there's been
So beautiful to watch as he rises high,
Could Orion be the 'God Constellation' of the sky?
You came down from the Orion to this damned earth.
Somewhere in space you lost your heavenly wings.
You have come far away from your place of birth.
In coming down, you have brought numerous things.
Among the presents you brought is your brilliance.
The brilliance in your eyes is totally unrivaled.
At your shining existence all beings sigh in resonance.
Your celestial mind is a mysterious world untraveled.
Deep in your eyes there is something wet.
That wetness is unique to your own being.
In no one else have I seen anything similar yet.
To me your gleaming eyes are always tear-jerking.
Dancing on the stage with your refined skin spotlighted,
Your alluring smile grabs my whole existence.
Even to the Antarctica I'd pursue you delighted.
Your magical glow stands out in all this silence.
For your love I could easily sacrifice my life.
Your adorable thin lips make me tremble.
Your ephemeral slender figure kills me as if with a knife.
Your divine eternity always makes me humble.
(June 30, 2015)
"'Twas a dark and stormy night," begins many intriguing tales,
But it WAS a dark and stormy night along the craggy coast of Wales!
Along its rugged shores, mighty gale-swept waves roiled and crashed.
Adding to the fury of the night, thunder roared and lightning flashed!
Out in Cardigan Bay the schooner Orion struggled to keep afloat.
Her rigging was torn asunder as her valiant crew strove to save the boat!
Salvation seemed beyond reach for those struggling, desperate souls,
As the raging storm shoved her nearer to those impregnable shoals!
With the captain at the helm and when rescue was within their reach,
The schooner Orion foundered when just a few yards from the beach!
Her oaken hull was shattered and her crew was never found.
Alas, the shoals of Cardigan Bay became their burial ground.
According to local lore, ghastly screams can be heard to this very day,
When the roaring gales sweep across venerable Cardigan Bay!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
liquid oxygen, nitrogen, napalm
the many methods of modern BBQ
multi-pronged igniters injecting mainline
high pressure laser guided fusion reactors
subatomic quantum mechanical quasar energy
photons vibrating in Orion’s nebula
disintegrating galactic supercharged plasma
ejected from hemorrhoids at warp speed
inner core’s event horizon is compromised
came through the worm hole
didn’t see it coming
bright stars
close but afar
distinct in the winter sky
'the hunter' chases his night prey
as couples roll on sand.
Olusegun Arowolo DATE:07-07-2012
CONTEST:"Pen a Pensee" sponsored by Nette Onclaud
Orion
The belt upon Orion’s shores,
Contains
A Million Walmart Stores.
How cold you are, Orion, and how bright
Your belt of glittered stars, your hands and feet
As frost on stone and diamonds in the night
As ice on glass and statues in the street
I’m told you are a light from long ago
A huntsman froze before he made the kill
To rise in winter, rampant with his bow
To fall in spring, and die beneath the hill
How bold you are, and how you dominate
The sky between the Plough and Pleiades
The old canal, the bridge, the graveyard gate
The owls who haunt the shadows of the trees
Sing, Sirius, and all the stars divine!
How old you are, Orion, how you shine
© Gail Foster 9th December 2017
Twinkling spheres emerge,
Seasonal constellations:
Stargazing nude limbs.
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For Brian's Images of Fall Contest
Orion the quick,
Orion the brave,
Orion was nothing
Once upon a day.
Surrounded by warriors
All beard and all bite.
Those surly, strong,
Of imposing sight.
Orion was hungry;
His soul chipped away,
From unending nights
And unfriendly days
Brave hero turned slave
To misfortune, was he bound
But Orion was patient
Though his luck run aground
A clamor rose westward,
Soft breeze on the gale.
There were tales of strange beasts,
And fair maidens as well.
"Indecision may choke," said Orion in sand
"Foul luck may beset," said Orion on wood
"But only I may determine how that cards lay!"
He cried, the salt spray on his hood.
Hunter
magical sword
sword that drip's animal's blood
night's dark sky glowing nebula
ancient light we now see
Thanks Nette Onclaud
Contest: Pen a Pensee
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Written by:Sara Kendrick
July 4, 2012