Best Star Crossed Poems
(this is a form called Swap Quatrain, where first
line's phrases swap in the last line of each stanza)
In shadows’ veils, at end of night,
sweet Moon removes her modest light
and softly, yet again, exhales -
at end of night, in shadows’ veils.
As she departs, her love’s released
to climb the stairway to the east.
They cannot meet to share their hearts.
Her love’s released as she departs.
She watches him while hid from view,
the way he kisses morning’s dew,
and sees gold rays spill from his rim.
While hid from view, she watches him.
Sad Moon, alone for centuries,
with awe has watched Sun leave, cerise.
while she, afar. . . how cold she’s grown!
For centuries, sad moon alone.
She takes his place so he may rest.
And though forlorn, she’s always dressed
in lace, for Luna has great grace.
So he may rest, she takes his place.
For love of night, for love of day,
she can’t implore him that he sway
from course. To be apart’s their plight.
For love of day, for love of night.
Such deep, impassioned, love
startles our mortal ways.
Could we possibly have that
same eternal love?
Flowing in our souls and blood,
and being blind, make light of it?
How blessed, how young, how
fortunate,lovers they!
To refuse on this fetid earth to stay.
And of poison did imbibe and hence
dance forever in a moonlit sky.,
Willing to live in eternity, together. oh!
Not a beautiful flower, nor a stunning
sunset, no!
Could keep them here, why, on this so
controlling a place!
Be still this night and you will hear their
enchanting and bubbling laughter..
It whispers in trees, eternally, day and
night, a fortnight and foreverafter.
Poem ~1~
February 14, 2024
After many cold winters, they met again,
Under the poplar tree on a starry moonlit night.
Though they had planned it over many a time,
It came to fruition after such long lapse of years.
Once they loved as no lovers could ever
In devotion, never had they faltered, never once failed,
But fate was sadly against this star-crossed pair,
And the young lovers had to part ways in pain.
Once again, the old classmates congregated,
Precisely at the same campus under the same tree
Though years have wrinkled its aged bark,
Still, it bears the indelible mark of a heart pierced by an arrow
To its cover they have been drawn once more
Not to renew their bond or weave fresh dreams,
But just to see and feel once and never more,
For a fleeting second to be in love’s prison bound.
An eloquent silence lingered deep.
The celestial bodies stood in breathless anticipation.
From the sepulchered past, dead worlds awoke.
They knew, separation had only accentuated their love.
Alas! Nothing could their severed lives entwine
Neither a kiss nor an embrace, the shattered years combine
Yet once more they put their arms around.
And for the last time they looked at each other.
Perhaps, they meant this as their last gesture of love,
Hoping its memory would fuel them when weary,
With eyes blurred and moistened with tears,
And billows of emotion rising sky high.
Fearing they would lose their composure,
Abruptly they turned their wan faces away.
Without another word of goodbye,
They walked away into the stillness of the night!
But her glass was more empty than full;
Romeo left her a burden to pull.
In the amber swirls she saw despair.
‘Twas then his dagger she did snare.
Here in a dark and lonely tomb,
she was a bride and he, her groom.
She could not live without him;
it would make her life too grim.
Sad and crying, which way to turn?
She felt the dagger’s sharp blade burn,
As it slipped into her chest,
all the while her love she professed.
Soon her love appeared again
amidst heaven’s lush green glen.
Star-crossed lovers now shine at night;
look at the sky and follow their light.
*Entry for Catie’s “And with a Sip” contest
It was in a different era from today’s when two soul mates met -
a time when a single woman could afford no blemish on her reputation.
For them to meet in public would require a trusted friend to be their sentry,
for one of them was engaged to a man she wished not to wed.
Under the guise of an enterprise in the home of the one betrothed, they met!
Once having met, the two had fallen deeply in love,
for how can one turn one’s sight from the visage of astral skies
once seeing the brilliance of bright stars in one’s soul mate’s eyes?
How can one not long to see their adored ever again?
Though it may have been a pernicious thing to do,
they chanced one day to traverse a valley to be with one another,
for nothing could dampen their anticipation of that rendezvous.
Their time was but one week together, and then it was ended.
Years later, the one who had remained single
sat watching the face of the one who had been forced into marriage,
who sat on the opposite side of the balcony of a theater,
not knowing her lover watched her secretly from afar as she listened
to the melancholy strains of music coming from the orchestra.
It was the symphony of their love story, and as it played on,
her eyes (two bright stars) wept beautifully sad tears.
Nov. 5, 2020 for John Hamilton's 'Eight word challenge 11' Contest NA
For Brian Strand's the 'ALL YOURS (Feb 2)' Poetry Contest
To hold your warmth in my hand
This love of ours, totally unplanned
Our lives are set but so far apart
How can you suddenly sneak into my heart
The secrets the lies I tell to see you
You, so calm, are you untrue
You send shivers that ripple all down my spine
I can’t believe you are not really mine.
I fight and I struggle to keep away
But even your aroma makes my head sway
When I need you, you are always there
Life is so hard it’s really not fair
In secret, no words, I leave for a stroll
To find my star-crossed love, a hot sausage roll
Our eternal souls are dust from a falling star
To once part and come back together from afar
Here is two imperfect hearts and souls
That when together they are whole
Will it be fate or destiny as this story unfolds
Both hearts and souls which was once complete now broken and lost
It came at such a high cost
Hurt anger pain and sadness
Helped create this madness
Even though both hearts misbehaved
This was a one of a kind love that needed to be saved
She looked to stars as he did the same for a sign
With the hopes these two hearts would come to realign
Forgiveness had to be found
Or the heart would never be sound
Back to our souls desire
A relationship to admire
Our love was deeply meant to be
For it was written across the stars drawn into our destiny
darkness yells out the daylight
charcoal pencil images
join to dance within the void
shadows kissing in thin air
on this black magic evening
suddenly they disappear
star crossed - like silhouettes lit
08~11~2014
“The heaventree of stars” (in Ulysses as said Joyce)
“hung with humid nightblue fruit” (ah that Bloomian voice)
could evoke a masterpiece the world has come to know,
The Starry Night, so treasured now, by Vincent van Gogh…
In Vincent’s time that painting left even him bemused,
since a ‘failure’ he proclaimed it— that’s the term he used.
He thought he’d reached for stars too big, at too great a height,
but had gone astray; thus he fell short in his own sight.
When he died, no golden eulogistic bells were rung.
His grand galactic genius went utterly unsung.
Oh ill-starred Vincent lunatic asylumed costly fraught distraught instead of bought untold unsold back then yet now extolled far-famed with pricey precious adoration legacied in legend lionized er ionized and glorified chronologized hymned lauded honored canonized enskied aye aye exalted to the skies near-sainted hallowed round the clock as fickle ironies of fate can mock…
Yes, van Gogh was so star-crossed in so many senses.
Gazing at the skies he saw whithers, whys, and whences…
Comparing stars to dotted map led him to ponder
that as one takes a train to destinations yonder
here on earth, perhaps we would ‘take death to reach a star’
or afterlife dimension in hemisphere afar.
The Whirlpool Galaxy his imagination fired
with spiral arms of lanes of stars that indeed inspired
and starburst regions interspersed with dust, in display
of luminescent light not unlike the Milky Way
if it were to overturn and shower forth its jars
in a madly whirling swirling twirling stream of stars.
Anyhow in one way Vincent’s vision was dead right.
Long lives his stellar afterlife in The Starry Night!
To end these astro-reveries with celestial quote
on brighter note, “Hope is in the stars,” the artist wrote.
Van Gogh could see eternity in the heavens’ dome,
in the cycling cosmic courses— there his dreams found home.
~ Harley White
Two souls met on the causeways of living;
and then by the end of their fateful meeting
a spore of love in him for the giving
sprung, and sprouted like hope by chance repeating:—
for him, 'twas a meeting worth reliving.
In spite of God and good conscience, he felt
her lonely eyes—her blue, sad, lonely eyes;
and at her lovelorn manner he did melt.
Like Helen of Troy, she was a great prize
of tragic beauty (on which he hence dwelt).
Never was a soul more smitten or more sad
than his, for she could not give him her hand
in marriage. Still, she was eager and more glad
to give him a night of great passion and
not save herself for her fiancé—that cad!
How he loved her intensely—so sublime
and lovely was she! She gave him her heart
and undying love for the rest of time:
but flesh and body she could not, apart
from the lines here in this eternal rhyme.
Chilly mornings color us all in whispers of frost,
Enlivening spirits to feel pleasantly star crossed
Breathing hope through the silent dawn’s beckoning,
Miraculous music praises and raises bar crossed
Passion caresses the soul with pure sweet serenity,
Sparkling bliss that rides the cloudy memoir crossed
Satisfaction graces the moments with a easy warmth,
Praising perpetually throughout eternity’s scar crossed
Reflections of affection blow softly through the emerald forest,
Awakening rainbows in hues of happiness by far crossed
Diamonds and lace, silvery allures, capture the blissful dreams,
Yearnings for the flavors of sun and sea, soothing afar crossed
Rain and snow, caressing the naked thoughts, with miracles
Tender touches of encouragement to welcome this McIntosh
A Ghazal is a poem that is made up like an odd numbered chain of couplets, where each couplet is an independent poem. It should be natural to put a comma at the end of the first line. The Ghazal has a refrain of one to three words that repeat, and an inline rhyme that preceedes the refrain. Lines 1 and 2, then every second line, has this refrain and inline rhyme, and the last couplet should refer to the authors pen-name... The rhyming scheme is AA bA cA dA eA etc.
This is a Romer & Juliet Poem.
I love that book.
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Victims of fate,
Running out of hope.
Hoping to get back together,
To be with their loved one forever.
Wishing to hold on to each other,
These star-crossed lovers.
The plans that never worked,
The ideas that had failed.
Soon this entire fate,
Will bee mislead cause of their demise.
Wishing to kill for one another,
These star-crossed lovers.
Always to be remembered.
This wife Juliet,
And her Romeo.
To love one another,
These star-crossed lovers.
These victims of fate.
They could have had hope.
These star-crossed lovers,
Will always have love.
The heavenly firmament where the ocean meets
remains steadfast and tolerant
never changing and yet can count the stars.
Alone in splendor, repose a brief sojourn,
under a blue-green pinion balmy air
has slightly fluttered moving ethereal tides.
Star-crossed lovers move step by step in movements
of the celestial bodies, but constantly
besmirch by outside forces.
In the darkest and most vulnerable,
lissome steps tread the path where silent throes
are heard in waves jealous of blithesome wind.
Star-crossed lovers move step by step in movements
of the celestial bodies, threaded fingers,
no need of exchange of words.
5/25/2018
He prowls around in search of something undisclosed.
So wrong for him to even want this, the way he does.
He spots her from a distance,
Perched high upon a precipice.
In dire need for what is now known to him as devine love.
She is innocence and purity in which he eludes.
He himself, darkness and danger
But
Deep down his desire stirs,
Awakening his soul.
Eager for her acceptance,
He lets her be his judge.
Despite of their differences
And
being worlds apart.
Thinking to himself, "Oh, Great beauty bring out the best part of me. I can be all that
you need."
Willing to do anything to be apart of her world,
A mere thought in her mind.
Theres nothing he wouldn't do, endore or sacrifice
all for the gift of her.
At last I am here lying by your side
For the day and the night has now collide.
Our long wait is over, we're at each arms
In the blanket of stars that makes us warm.
It is now our prints that we both can mark
For we got the light to empty this dark
We have crossed limits to be at the edge
Where there is a strong bond between our pledge.
I know you are true, so I trusted you
And I'm happy that you feel the same too.
Together we can rest leaving the pain
By going to a place where there's no rain.
Sometimes death is sweetest end to never
To be here with you my star-crossed lover.
Point of view of the girl and boy together.