Best Starry Night Poems
Like no one before, nor since
you painted that starry night in oils
superimposing your life story.
I feel I know this idyllic village
blanketed by tranquil rolling hills
embraced by calming olive trees
their very branches a symbol of peace
the steadfast church steeple
a sacred echo of the stalwart cypress.
But never have I witnessed
hills so inflamed - burning to tell the world their history
a moon so agitated - suffering from an incurable insanity
the night sky so frenzied - seeking answers to life's suffering
such undulating indigo eddies of despondency and confusion
or stars radiating with such feverish beauty - concentric circles of passion.
That starry night
you painted stars that, like you, are light years away from anyone else
looking on the serene village scene from an insurmountable distance
for you saw things, Vincent,
like no one before, nor since.
[free verse ekphrasis of the painting "The Starry Night" by Vincent Van Gogh]
Written 5 Jul 2020
STARRY, STARRY NIGHT
I often look up towards the sky at night,
And wonder who or what is there,
I shout out loud, if you see or hear me, I love you,
I do this every night, the starry sky, an absolute delight!
I drive out of the city to the Kruger Park,
There, not only am I close to nature and serenity,
But to the universe, I look up, no pollution,
I stretch my arms up high, excited, it is very dark!
No street lights, or cars headlights, or any noise,
The moon is so bright and full, it smiles at me,
Quite rare, for normally the moon looks a little sullen,
The stars, I’ve lost count, as they twinkle with such poise!
The Milky Way so clear, I feel I want to reach up high,
As it allures me, and weaves across the sky,
Milky, so graceful and silent, as it, and I watch
Sparkling stars, and planets rotating, unknown
To mankind, yet to be discovered in our eternal
Galaxy to which I want to fly!
Our universe has constellations of stars, named mostly
After mythology’s gods, who beckon, tempt and wink
And entice me, but I am on planet earth, how near
Could I reach this flamboyant display, body, soul
And mind, holistically!
So maybe if I look up into our never ending
Sky at night,
And wish upon one star, with imagination
That runs rampant,
I will see above and far beyond with breathless anticipation,
What I could never imagine, an explosion that blinds me,
An aura, translucently bright!
A Van Gogh's "Starry Night"
gamboge moon and stars
dance haloed whirlwind marriage
in violet sky
while black cypress looms
past swirling clouds as fleeting
requiem for love
through bright starry eyes
secluded heart still searches
unrequited.
©deborah burch
07/11/2012
his gaze -
starry night sky's
soft rays.
her face
caught the night light,
such grace!
hearts tossed,
perched on the stars -
words lost ....
hija de la luna
11.29.14
for nette onclaud's "whispers of a muse" contest
life forces in night skies
winds that howl in blue whimsy
gods blowing midnight stars about
stirring brews of celestial harmony
unrehearsed they swirl and whirl
churning turbulence in a vignette
perform their euphony of a ballet
volatile they cavort and pirouette
tossing around their glitter
spinning in a dance
wild commotion
in my mind
of curious
furious
fever
submitted on June 2, 2020 for contest SPLASH sponsored by KAI MICHAEL NEUMANN - RANKED 1ST
Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”
gamboge moon and stars
dance haloed whirlwind marriage
in violet sky
lemon-greens and greys
calm sleeping childhood mem’rys
beneath white steeple
as black cypress looms
past swirling clouds like fleeting
requiem for love.
deborah burch
07/10/2012©
Starry starry night, multitudes we see
Countless stars reaching out, on to infinity.
Mystery of mysteries, such wonders do you show
The secrets that you keep, mere mortals cannot know.
Heavenwards we gaze, imaginations taking flight
How we marvel at the universe, on a starry, starry night.
Alone, star gazing in the midnight hour
Surreal the vivid hues that cross the sky
Starry worlds beyond my comprehension
Perhaps a visit when at last I say goodbye
Sunflowers,
cheddar-cheese petals
surrounding seedy-brown-mustard centers,
stand guard over hot summer pavement
like mighty oaks.
Laughing children
run in and out the yellow forest,
slaying dragons,
rescuing damsels in distress,
then pretending to be astronauts
sailing across space
to a planet inhabited
by tall, green stalk-like aliens
with golden helmets.
Did van Gogh imagine such things
as he painted so many saffron blooms?
Did their sunny dispositions
have any effect on him?
Did he really love those festive flowers?
Look for answers in the pensive starry night.
Over the Rhone,
web of light sewn;
eyes of night’s wonder,
God’s own plunder.
Reflections mirror
the heaven’s splendor.
A magical river,
love it delivers.
A walk on the banks,
amid glowing ranks;
romantic attractions,
vibrant abstractions.
Vincent’s emotions,
magnificent potions.
Vibrant allure,
a must to procure.
I
feel
today
will be
my last
a feeling
of panic
now vanished
now has passed
A sense of knowing fills my heart
Today a whole new life will start
To greet me will be Mum and Dad
Grandpa and Grandma too
The first in line to take my hand
And there to lead me through
My son ~ my only child ~ my boy
Will stand there next to you
My darling husband
My soulmate
My friend
I know
My love
It’s you
Tonight is when
my journey ends
The end of my poetry too
No more poems will I write
My final one I wrote tonight
And as the day turns into night
I climb on board my final flight
And as I fly into the sky
My Space Ship and I
Will explode!
Will ignite!
Like the
brightest rocket
On
Guy Fawkes Night
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What a way to go
What a fabulous show
A number one poem
Guess I’ll never know
SO
***On this Starry***Starry night***
Farewell
&
Goodnight
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Written 15th July 2020
FIRST PLACE
Contest ‘If This Was My Last Poetry Contest Poem’
Sponsor Silent One
Contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE 20
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
The Constellations, intricate designs,
Displayed across the sky,
Truly show intelligence,
And a practiced eye.
Not just scattered randomly,
But very carefully balanced,
Forming systems all their own,
Not happening by chance.
Extreme precision, mathematics,
Portend another being,
Enormous power to create,
A solar system teeming,
With life and beauty everywhere.
Nature at it's best,
Proves to us that God exists,
And that we're amply blessed.
Vincent
from within sanctum dykes
glamour
birthed from sorrow
celestial brightness
whirling
in Prussian azure
and sublime gold
Urania in the welkin'
blackness in the spirit
breezes probes hefty
all alone in your wisdom
an optical lover
within
dancing with orbs
through gaps with iron rods
go bust in flesh
your title
always
moored in the starlit darkness.
Written September 29, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Driving down those dark and dusty country roads. The rocks and rubber are singing in harmony as rows of brown corn flash and disappear. You turn on the radio and we let its melodies form images in our brains. We’re ready to ‘Drift Away on that Midnight Train to Georgia’. ‘You’re Killing Me Softly’ with your closeness. I whisper ‘Give Me a Little Love’ and you sing ‘Dream On’. Later, lying on the hood of the car, the warmth from the engine against our backs we stare at the stars in the sky as they dance to the rhythm of ‘Diamond Girl’. Then the radio croons ‘Let’s Get it on’.
Passion fills night skies
music boils two lover’s blood
We can’t stop the night
star magic with whorls of glinting light, rolling across gogh's mind's night sky