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...

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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...

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shooting star---
once again I forget
my wish...

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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.

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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apologies to Robert W. Service
There’s a tale that is told
In the night Yukon cold
Of the shooting of Dan Mc Grew
The truth as it’s known
Is a legend that’s grown
And the truth is known by very few

It’s twenty years on
The Malamutes gone
There’s nobody left from that night

But...

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