Best Shooting Poems
A spectacular show enlightens heavens above
In ephemeral musings of burning meteoroids
Mimicking likeness of falling ornamental stars--
Beaming streaks of rainbow-colors earthbound,
When earth crosses trajectory of comet's path
Encountering in its way pebbles of cosmic rock
Colliding, illuminating in orbital trespass,
Elements of iron, copper, magnesium, silicone
Glittering within spectra of kaleidoscopic astral art;
Streaming down rockets of blazing stars--
Tinted meteor-showers flaunting nature's panorama
Fixating sights upward where constellations are,
In idyllic August venue gazing ashen sky
Exhilarated witnessing magical phenomenon;
Mesmerizing predawn with seductive stagecraft
Premiering its play slyly when moon's hiding out
And sun's yet to commence ascending golden arc.
August 15, 2019
Placed 2nd: Shooting stars poetry contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Placed 3rd: Strand select N contest by Brian Strand
They soar through space-scapes of
divine milky whorls and blue halos;
incandescent dandelion wishes
blown across nocturnal fields -
illuminating the imaginative expanse
between eternities of cosmic dark ages and light years
are fiery pixies burning holes through obscurity
with passionate gold dust gilding awe -
souls arising fulfill their destinies
Susan Ashley
August 13, 2019
shooting star---
once again I forget
my wish
To meet a woman such as you,
should've been shooting stars.
So it was in days of old..
let it be so again.
To feel your touch, hold your hand..
should've been Sonnets.
Endless flowing words,
sprouting forth a lover's pen.
Hard to resist when you say come hither,
you know I always would.
Melted long past the days of summer,
little heart mine, that dared it could.
Countenance hidden deep in soft eyes,
I long to find the meaning.
Strong-willed flavors of love, all mine..
leave bare my heart and soul entreating.
When the night is filled with questions,
and the sky is a jeweled blanket,
I sit on the deck of my water room,
listening to the waves flirt with stillness,
and the breeze ~ caressing the green of palm leaves ~
in an island of romance, where the heart sings
in sync with the music of nature.
In all that quietness, I see a flying star,
a flicker of golden sparks across the horizon,
and I let my eyes rest , as I breathe unwritten questions...
~ O shooting star, must I wait another fortnight
to catch a glimpse of your blazing bliss?
You need not wait, my shadow stays with you, when the world grows cold and distant..
But am I the only one, healing and hurting,
placing empty promises on your ephemeral essence?
O beloved dreamer, you are not the only one.
But in your thoughts, I hear an aching poem.
How do you see, when the faces I knew, forgot to trace beyond softened smiles?
I am just a meteoroid, leaving a streak of sizzling light ~
I am no wish-maker, but a fragment of divinity, a design of Almighty's grace.
Ah, and in you I see my muse, prompting me to write.
I wonder: why do I not see you in daylight, when the sun sits on its throne?
To see me when all is dark
is like hope sailing in a heaven-sent odyssey.
Lord knows why your silence calls to me~
as if I were a sign of faith…
They say you are anything but a star~
dust and rock, dancing through the air.
Is that true, O glorious glow?
I am everything a dreamer would dream of.
For you, I will be your rhyme and metaphor,
penned within purple pages~
a riddle the ones who do not feel
can never truly comprehend…
Thank you, perhaps , it is in your neon afterglow,
I will thrive as the silhouette of a shooting star...
Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the Summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day...make a wish and think of me.
Robin Williams as Jack Powell
in movie “Hook”
SHOOTING STARS
bright and beautiful
fizzling
out of time
swooshing
screaming
dreaming
wishing
upon
aching in one’s heart
pocketing not the demise
but all the surprise
memories bright and beautiful
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8/14/2019
Shooting Stars Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Voice: Jason Williams
STARS IN THE SKY
I'm standing on the shore and high above
The roar of waves and rustling of the trees,
A light is shining in the darkening sky,
While sun is drowning in its warmest glow.
I look up waiting for the one to show,
Its magic glow will warm my frozen heart.
That special light that sun nor moon can bring.
A sparkle jumping to my inner self.
I aim my wish up high and from my chest
My heart pleads to my shooting star above:
"Lift me up high and make me see from far
How you reach out and set my being free."
My white star softly strokes my hair and smiles,
While from his hands the moondust spreads around.
My bright star lifts the darkness from my soul,
In several myriad coloured specs of light.
And in his hands I beam and come alive,
Accept the dark night just for what it is:
A blanket, warm, to keep the light inside,
Embracing starlight deep within myself.
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8th place in contest: Shooting blank verse
Sponsor: John Lawless
Tumbling randomly without any semblance of grace
Without any companion or a familiar face
No path to tread, no orbit to trace
Just a nameless rock, in the cold infinite space
The distances are large and encounters few
Constant darkness, never a soothing hue
Fear and desolation seem to be my only friends
As I fly through space that has no end
From a great distance I see your light
Burning brightly and I exert with all my might
To turn towards what could be my first sight
Of a world without darkness and fright
Being alone in space leaves me free
Free to make decisions, free to be me
But would I like to be alone, make it my destiny
Or should I be pulled by the love of gravity
But it is tough to resist the allure of light
And I make my decision, hoping it is right
I fly towards you, feeling no remorse
And I feel the pleasure of you pulling me close
I am happy that your love I feel
And I approach you with a lot of zeal
Knowing that my loneliness you will heal
Although your love, my fate it will seal
I feel pain as your love tears me apart
I start to burn, but in my heart
I feel love, in every recess small
It's better to have felt love, than not have known it at all
Meteors
zipline across
night skies
from outer space
disintegrating
on entry
to Earth's
atmosphere,
sparking
and blazing
bright streaks of
fiery fragments that
in the blink of an eye,
morph
into shooting stars.
(Yalto)
08,15,2019
Shooting Stars Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron
We are like the shooting stars
Underneath God’s sun.
Speeding down our own life paths
Till our time is done.
Numberless, like bits of dust,
Moving through our space,
All so different, yet alike
In the human race.
Infants first; then life heats up
And we show a glow.
Growing old, we then burn down.
Swiftly our lives go!
Some of us are just plain white.
Some have special hue.
Special ones are yellow, green,
Orange, red or blue.
Few, for good or bad, crash down,
And they’ll always be
Meteorites we recall
Throughout history.
Not remembered always on
Pages of our books,
Are the stars at whom we take
Fondest second looks.
Fireballs, they will burn down too,
But the light they give
Shines the brightest. May we all
As bright fireballs live!
I have always known,
I was a slender
pale vein beating
in the throat of the earth
feathering at its nape,
and that I was rarely
noticed
but the hand of a god
was rested on the pulse
of me and a speck of dust
has been anointed by his hand
the Snow globe of winter
cracked open
as incandescent fingers
of light dropped through,
I knew then
this was a day
unlike any another
I was in
the thrall of madness
the last time
I felt the eyes of a god
rest on me
but now I’ve been touched
Is this the madness
of divinity
or a reality in awe?
I don’t care, anymore,
this speck of dust
has now been mapped
by the hand of a god
and in his heart
there is a place
ever waiting my return
this simple speck
has found a home in heaven
kissed by the stars
Why
are there
stars in heaven above
annoying pinpricks in the firmament?
No need for black holes if all stars were shot on sight.
The reach for the stars is hopeless they are so far away we can never visit them.
Knowing the vastness of the universe belittles and demeans us to insignificance.
We would all feel a lot better, sleep a lot better, if stars were switched off.
Like city lights, stars glare, twinkle, flash so bright all night
that we cannot sleep, and shut shutters are so stifling.
If no stars shone, we could leave the curtains open.
Better not to know what may be out there
when aliens may be coming to get us
Celestial abstinence and solitude
is what we all cherish.
Let us hold a vote.
Raise your hands
if you want
all the stars
switched
to off;
stars
shot.
They asked me to go
To the hills, oceans, valleys and deep steeps
To see the beauty of danger
The mighty of height
The glory of width
So that I may sing from the bottom soul
Or may write from the depth of my understanding
Their suggestion is very welcome
But very annoyed to reply them that in my heart i have a bird
It sings all the time from the top of a hill
For the whole humanity living in the valleys and plains
It dives into the womb of an unfathomable ocean
To fetch gems and pearls till untouched
In doing so all the above
I many times fall as a climber falls in a steep
I know the gorges and their networks of trap
Bog is not unknown to me too
Many times I slip into its web
And you might go to wonder and express aw
Knowing that all these lie all time in front of my poetic eyes
Realised in the heart and expressed though the mind
In my soul i hold the whole cosmos
And its untold sorrow and pain
I go through every moment in my veins
Yet I play the string and with the music I dance like a peacock
Laugh like a child, blow and flow like the river and like the wind
No ill for any one,
No time i have to execute the role of a devil
No, i am not a sage, not a saint
I know not all, i am not a fake
I am genuine with human blood and flesh
Yet i keep my thought falling like a fountain
Pure white and chaste
By carving the basic instincts lust greed and the lure of telling lies
I bent like a rainbow when the urge of wanton wanting comes up
Without any bias and prejudice
Right and wrong I judge
True and false I decide with the rays of the sun
With the serene beauty of the moon I distinguish
Between the race of man and the race of dogs
And I do all the things I mention above
With the help of love I get from the waves while kissing shores
And keep riding with the pride of a tip facing harshness
With a consciousness of a hill
I wish not to lose justness
Even if, I fall from a cliff
As I find grace in a star while shooting
And glory in the height of rain drops while falling.
Into your arms, we raise our lovely children lost!
The innocent ones, that we raised and you created...
Killed by a soul-less madman,may his judgement
be swift!
Forgive us, for we are horrendous killers, too!
We the conscience-less, we killed far more unborn
today.
Seven hundred, who will never see the light of day?
Our selfishness is absolutely unconscionable !
But we care not for your word, only our selfish wants.
We cry for elephants, but a child’s death means but
naught to us.
We are led by crackpots who shake hands with the air??
And, yes, these very same, smilingly, support infanticide.
And we are lied to, in the name of political power.
No gun has feet or hands, an insult to human thought.
But dead bodies, Lord, are gold to the politically inept!
When their political power, thirsts for tragedy, from a
well deserved, selfish drought.
Death and Satan, today, doing a most joyful dance!
For now..here is power’s golden chance.
To create fear, the falsehood that guns kill.
Guns are not human beings,only a human pulls the
trigger.
In the Judaea- Christian Bible, writ for us, it states:
“Thou shalt not kill”
Here on your planet, tyrants, for that is who they are..
Want to take all guns away,that won’t change our loss
today.
But when tyrants own all guns, they will turn them upon
us, to them, absolute power loves absolute fun!
Do turn this Spring day, the deepest, ebony, black!
Till we start turning our backs on lies and slaughtering the
unborn, so plentiful.
And come back to you; and till then, we are most sinful,
lost and utterly pitiful.
A special place for the beautiful teachers, killed,I do
beseech thee.
They, like you, Lord, loved children at their knee.
Alas, special people taken in May, help us heal, Lord?
Of this, I fervently do pray!
5/24/2022
chasing shooting stars
wandering the galaxy
gold dust at my feet
AP: Honorable Mention 2020, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on February 27, 2018 for contest HAIKU sponsored by DEBORAH BEACHBOARD