Best Starlike Poems
Perhaps, it was only my imagination
Creatures in the verdant greenery
Ready to pounce on leafy aspirations
Mirrored, starlike, in garden scenery.
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Nature's Treasures
A fleeting monarch butterfly greets me on my walk,
Fluttering about, the exquisite orange and black colour,
The conversation subtle and delightful,
Landing on a branch of green leaves of a bush,
I continue and i am blessed with a beautiful blue jay,
The white and blue wings spread like a fan,
When the blue jay reaches his destination,
A tall green spruce tree with brush like branches,
Perches there almost hidden,
I reach the crystal clear lake,
The mallard ducks glide across the water,
They swim in schools,
Learning how to swim in different directions,
You can see the streams of ripples,
The tall statuesque geese,
Standing by the lake simply there,
Sometimes their feathers molt.
And are strewn on the green grass,
Wildflowers grow by the lake, purple in colour,
The very detailed and intricate queen anne's lace,
Waterlilies greet the afternoon,
They have a starlike apppearance,
Exisiting in pods, papal white and pink,
You can see fish swimming about in the water,
Perhaps a rainbow trout or gold fish,
A ray of sunlight reveals their presence,
Godly humans visiting on a sunday,
Picnic baskets and nature walks, their favorite pasttime,
My favorite place to think and reflect,
An aged grey picnic table, sitting on a hill,
Frogs sitting on a floating old log by the lake,
Perhaps a green turtle climbs aboard,
The conversation area is silent,
Sunlight caresses the environment,
Nature's treasures with warmth and love,
A calm breeze refreshes humanity,
I know I am with God.
Author: Gwen Schutz
Tight Spaces
I wriggle through the tight spaces,
moving between these fussy wise cracks,
all in forward motion, my forward goal,
moving towards a light beyond, way up ahead.
A dimming glow, like a watery eye,
lubricating and easing my movement,
creates a viable, mercuriai, rhythmic pulse,
inching ahead, around and about and through.
Oh, these god-awful restricting spaces,
these furious fissures, these viral veins of transit,
all full of twist and turn, all jumbled up, all cramping.
The odor in this tepid din is one of aged musty moldy funk,
my twitching eyes, my heavy breath, my chest expanding,
breathing, through the yogic cure of stretch and release, I release.
Oh the pain in renewal, the ambition, it’s longing sighs alight,
clear through into my head, invading my core to my out stretched toes,
the wriggling motions do transmit waves of sensuous ciphers,
my straightened back charging to the crowning crown.
The light, oh, that dim light,
that hollow orb, the rays of dust backlit and starlike,
heavenly cloud of ash and shadow beckon;
floating as a holiday parade in slow motion
as if marching bands were moving asymmetrically,
seemingly chaotic, at random, cacophonous, atonal, obliterated,
a system of god-like symmetry in flux and flexing,
a multiverse of star clusters, clustering,
fanning-out into oblivion and its surrounding vicinities,
neighborhoods of gaseous clouds chatting,
straddling the outskirts, the farthest margins away;
of hemispheres and their continents, of space and its off-spring,
orbiting, careening, bounding, all which way, any way,
together, family like in its seeming disfunctions, outward.
There’s an itch at my back, unreachable easily, irritating, annoying,
I’m going to let it be, it’s too much work to assuage,
forward motion, my forward goal, moving inexorably,
the light ahead awaits in patience, just beyond the next obstacle.
"Honeysuckle"
By Rachel Heffington
The starlike blossoms sweetly shine
And fragrant bloom upon the vine
That wanders through the groves of pine
And lights the dusky glen.
The phantom sweetness on the air
Perfumes the azure stillness there
And wafts ethereal and fair
To ease the hearts of men.
An angel's breath could hardly loom
As pure and sweet as yonder bloom,
That blesses me with rich perfume
And haunts each hill and fen.
shiny starlike gem a piece of the nebula moments in my hand
Lost in secret kisses,
Her heart was not as resilient,
As it would be one day,
Not so far away,
When he turned from her –
Leaving her heart by the wayside,
Trembling with ghostlike stones, plump
From the darkness that betrays,
Feelings still alive, yet would they…
Know when he left, to just listen to his footstep,
Across her life, over her mind, beyond…
In her thoughts where there was only a knowing
When he was going, her heart was growing…
Even though she couldn’t explain, she knew,
He was leaving, but despite her grieving…
Her life was changed, rearranged,
Left without a reason, in a new season…
Lost is secret kisses,
Would he one day miss her?
She was sure that this would pass,
And, at last, she’d find her smile,
Amid the stars glittering in the skies,
On the broken heart of night,
Where moments turned to light…
Joy felt so bright… still, she’d sigh,
Trembling with the truth… he’d gone,
Leaving her behind felt so wrong,
Yet, here she was… silent, in the dust,
Starlike reflections surrounding her,
Making her smile, for a while…
Lost in secret kisses, amid stardust wishes,
She would smile, for a while –
Just smile… inside, where she wasn’t just a little sad,
Where her heart was breaking, bad…
Yet, she smiled and said, forever will soon agree,
Only a little while and she’d come back….
Smiling, on the inside… smiling…
Because her life was a light, sparkling in the night,
A quiet light, pouring out insight…
Remembering those secret kisses who remind her….
Why her love will survive… always alive!
Like her smile, just like her smile.