Best Supernovas Poems
Some express their pain,
some sacrifice it for others,
only poets turn it into poetry - (my quote)
Only poets can turn words into poems,
so those who are not poetic
can feel them in a beautiful way.
I'll always hide behind metaphors,
as I'm just a zestful zephyr,
trying to bring calm among
a tempest of mood swings.
When fate floats like charcoal puffs,
a tender touch helps to release
suppressed drops of sorrow
so I ponder, why I remain
emotionally challenged.
Every night the moon glows among the stars,
but is powerless against them burning away.
I find comfort in knowing some transform
into supernovas, just like ink becoming a poem.
We all crave for enough fuel to keep us alive,
but there is always that unfinished thought,
which suffers from a premature end.
When I'm lost in a land of windstorms,
I yearn to have the strength of Zephyrus,
hoping my soft whispers are not
misunderstood among self centred gusts.
I'll always be an atonement of nature,
as everything I long to do is a curse of selflessness.
Sunrise is the most stunning 'hello,'
whilst sunset is the most magnificent 'goodbye.'
But you are never guaranteed daydreams at dawn,
nor clarity of compassion at dusk,
so I'll keep blowing like a gentle breeze,
as no matter in which direction the winds blow,
I'll keep hope in finding a way home.
Lost amongst a trillion stars.
In lustrous shades of Ebony and Ivory.
We are like the moon craving for night fall,
so our twin embers can ignite dark skies.
Under the modesty of moonlight,
desire illuminates in our eyes.
We spark like supernovas in empyrean explosions,
waltzing around the planets in a cosmic ballet.
Penetrating pulses beat until glimpse of daylight,
as zealous sun ascends like bonfires in our hearts -
A celestial tapestry woven in timeless space.
I dwell in a high-rise apartment dwelling
That faces a gigantic air travel bureau building.
A bureau building with a mega mirrorred front,
thus its frontage a gigantic jumbo-sized mirror.
In the twilight hours of violet dusk or dawn,
the entire huge apartment flats
reflected on its mirrorred walls.
One can see the reflections
of the whole neighbourhood
All the faces peeping in from their windows
All the people hanging around
on their balconies and terrace
And if doors are left ajar
whatever is going on inside
their flats reflected indiscriminately
on the travel agency's massive mirrors as well!
It is quite a sight to see
esp for idle peeking, prying eyes.
Folks thus have to be conscientious
about their doings in full view...
But at midnight if you chance to wake up,
the giant mirrors reflect a spectacular sight!
The moon on a moonlit night
or starry heavens as
diamond specks of light!
Thus a huge patch of heaven
itself reflected upon it
Novas, supernovas, nebulas,
ooh, the shooting stars in God's Galaxy
all reflected magnificiently
upon the mirrorred walls!!
Fine shine, O' giant mirror, mirror
literally on the wall
But I'd rather you don't reflect
my unveiled form at all.
For I prefer being the invisible
belle of the hall....
T i m e stops for no one,
as searing seconds swerve
through seasonal squalls,
thawing frost that sleeps upon
the necks of onyx roses,
where pain is etched in skeletal sins~
across pruned plumes,
fleeting through amethyst air,
merged in changing frequencies
of wind and waves,
carrying ballads of a bruised bluebird.
But I have long known grief,
and I’ve tasted the bittersweet
cocktails of life and love.
I am s i l e n c e,
swirling amidst the wheels
of dusk and dawn,
like the unseen flares
of blazing boulevards,
for I am made from ashes of steel,
strong to the eyes
that see not beyond bleeding sighs.
I waltz faster than
my fears can grasp,
the obsidian t e a r s of petals,
leaving each abstract sunset
sketched in acrylics
on murky meadows,
thriving with grieving geraniums.
O beloved moon,
I see lakes of Elysium
through the chained windows
of my tortured tower.
I breathe against the
crystalline concoctions
composed from the ink
of curved constellations,
erasing kismet calligraphies,
cluttered with chaotic conclusions,
sailing toward an astrological sphere,
where colors of love
run free against
the gravity of diabolical dust,
designed on rings of rust.
So let me save the twilight sage,
before the last drop of wintry rage
is no longer tamed by the
treacherous tongue of fate,
for I am armored against
the demonic drumrolls,
luring the splitting sea-surge
to a bioluminescent shore
where Lucifer’s footsteps linger,
caressing the edges of snakeskin,
mimicking merciless mantras
of Medusa melodies,
orchestrated in seething strings,
oblivious to the t r u t h
that I am more than
a wounded warrior,
dressed in whimsical wisterias.
I’ve learned to let go
of every faltering feather,
that blinded me,
pushing my patience
into a labyrinth of tilted tulips,
tainted with twisted tones
and hues of hypocrisy.
Remember,
I am more than the splitting paranoia,
running through corridors of uncertainty,
I am flashlights in the monsoon sky~
emanating petrichor pastels
upon nocturnal nightingales,
singing without words,
dreaming amidst trickling chords.
~ and this is the truth of trembling t i m e
that halts not for the sleeping supernovas ~
Under Stars One Autumn Night
One breathtakingly beautiful Autumn night,
when sublime supernovas wondrously ignite,
showering the universe with blazing orange bright,
enveloping all with total madness and moonlight,
precisely at the stroke of mystical midnight -
just love me totally holding me tight,
‘neath a starry blanket of heavenly autumnal delight!
09-06-2014
Contest: One Autumn Night (In Just 7 Lines)
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placement: 11th
Our bodies are made from stars,
The lustrous sanguinity of speckled nocturne,
The dispelled chemistry of supernovas.
Trillions of years old,
Trillions of miles traveling,
We are children of spacetime.
Our bodies are made from stars,
Our psyche emerged like fire
From star formulas of life’s order.
Spontaneous beings,
We always were and will be.
Our bodies are made from stars,
Any omnipresent maker certainly expected
Our rollout in animated evolution,
And positioned us opposing
The universal drift toward chaos.
But assembled with molecules,
What then is our place in the universe?
Our bodies are made from stars.
If I could go to the moon
I would want to go sailing
Zooming past swirling constellations
My stormy eyes going wide in awe
With supernovas exploding
Green, purple, red, and blue
The colors coming to life
A loud ringing in my ears
The man in the moon my captain
Showing me his cosmic playground
As I gaze upon his kingdom
I am left with wonder in my heart
A song in my soul
And a dream in my mind
If I could go to the moon
I would want to go sailing
Brittany Larson
08/12/2014
Francine Roberts Moon...Contest
pale yellow shards of brittle glass
shatter under my feet
as I stroll along this grey patchwork of concrete
and if the world stutters precarious on its spurious axis,
I pay it no mind
the ice of my pupils melts into inky lashes
that bleed cold down my face
and in my head,
I conjure a universe where
every contradiction, every illusion you did not believe in this one
becomes a reality
all around me,
there are people breathing autumn air who know the art of exhaling
their throats don’t choke, and their tongues don’t freeze
at the thought of forgetting the taste
and that is what I remember hope to be
the galaxies and supernovas and black holes in my chest-
I am tired of their weight
it’s too much for a person, and I am just half of one
so I tell myself it’s not selfish
to fall to frail knees on a faded sidewalk
to double over in searing throes
and give up on starry eyes,
even if it is their memory
that dusts begotten leaves
their golden brown edges crumble into goodbyes
under callous feet
You and I are stardust
unseen specks
hurled from unknown supernovas
exploding in deep space
an eternity away, ago
carried away on galactic winds
cosmic dandelions
scattered through limitless night
a universe apart
random
yet converging
over millions, billions, of years
all the galaxies, stars, gods
along the way
somehow indifferent to our passage
or conspiring to let us move on
an endless drift
until
we were pulled by gravitation
onto a tiny young planet
a speck, like us, in space
one in untold trillions
atoms, particles, dust
now alighted
assembled
scrambled
reassembled
randomly
patiently
through eons
into
you
me
and a universe shrunk
to that one spot on this earth
where our paths crossed
a one-in-an-infinity chance
destiny over impossibility
Scientists claim the big bang was the first sound ever, not knowing how hard milkyway had to beg forever so they could team up to imitate us, first in supernovas, then in rainbows and Pleiades clusters, and they kept trying over and over and over again.
One hundred billion years, two hundred billion trials, three hundred billion stars yet you are my only reason of existence, even before dust, stories, light, sound and distance, even before eternity tore the pages containing our names from the book of constellations and watched how they dangled amidst tragic cosmic stories on the endless skin that streched past the eyelashes of infinity, you were my big bang.
And I'm not saying had it been milkyway haven't got tired of trying, came to me that day and asked how I did it, we wouldn't have been here, for each time my heart skipped a beat was a planet yet to be known, each time you said "I love you" was a big bang of its own, and I'd say your eyes were my Jupiter because I get lost everytime you looked at me like an astronaut in a cosmic zone, but, I always find you, even without Galileo's telescope, like a shooting star touching the hands of the most advanced lens, like a farfetched comet tracing edges of your words and your silence, in everything reflex, like every time you flinch when your maths teacher mentions X. Let it be anywhere, farther than the edges of the compass, beyond kuiper belts or anywhere, there is this maze in the lines of my fingerprints, a room in the dubs of my heartbeats, a street in this memory lane, and I always find you there, as an emblem of sanctuary.
-Mr.X
©26.01.2022
Excerpted from 'The book of Constellations'
In the universe, before a star dies
It goes through implosive pangs
In this realm a supernova lies
As the star goes out with a mighty bang
The resulting explosion causes a celestial storm
And illuminates the galactic night
And then a nebula is formed
A beautiful otherworldly sight
In our galaxy supernovas are rarely seen
Within our realm the moon must suffice
An earthly view much more serene
With a glow to enchant and entice
5/8/17
I hold tight your hand each day dancing with my eyes closed and believing in our destiny together while i hear your heartbeats in mine, with a whisper of love and a promise of tomorrow,my Venus.
I can see the sun, i can feel the rain,i can hear the wind call your name, i can't count the shimmering colors into your lunar irises where i can look our costellation of eternal love and feeling shivers along my spine feeling your true love in a sacred melody and symphony of eternity, my korean princess.
My world is complete with your existence, i live sipping your divine essence in drops of your blue blood as lifeblood nurturing my soul and filling my spirit of bliss, my marvelous creature.
The soft touch of your silk skin like a cashmire sweater to keep warm my sapphire emotions at night gazing the glowing moon thinking of you, i write with stars my promise to be your everything in every life time, my Aphrodite.
Into your irresistible ebony eyes i can find a paradise of serenity gazing our flourish future in Fibonacci sequences of bright sparks of devotion as shining supernovas upon the firmament wrapped in a celestial rain of stardust, my blue rose.
You are my breath,my strength,my road,my tomorrow, my universe,my world my family, you live in the home of heart, under my skin and bones
as elixir of life, my blue butterfly.
I will always live and die inhaling your name in every your breath of your existence, you are i,i'm you together we are the resplendency of our divinity in the beauty and pureness of il nostro eterno amore.
Immensely you, mia felicita' per sempre my infinito
diving through fluorescent
waves
of the cosmos,
far beyond the stretches
of exploding supernovas,
and collapsing
constellations of black holes,
our glistening
fingers interlace~
seeking solace
in astral weightlessness,
where stars serenade
eternal love…
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at the edge of a black hole's sigh,
where light surrenders its final arc,
a clock melts into liquid shadow.
seconds stretch like taffy—
thin, translucent, tasting of iron
and forgotten supernovas.
The universe holds its breath.
Once upon a time...
A little boy and a little girl
Looked up at the stars from the planet below
Seeing the moon hang bright in the sky
Said one to the other, I wonder... I wonder, if there we could go.
Said the stars in the sky to the two on the ground,
If you reach up high and fly into the night
You will never come down
Try as you might
So the boy and the girl came up with a scheme
(not to be like Heroes stun guns blazing,
Or find aliens no matter how amazing)
But to build a sleek spaceship to follow their dream.
They rolled up their sleeves,and got right to work
Putting gizmos to gadgets,
whosits to whatsits
A mighty spaceship did start to take form.
At last came the day when the two,
Declared that all was right.
they could finally, 3...2...1 ...
Blast off into the night.
Together in a spaceship built on dreams
As they went along their travels
All of the marvels
In a lonely universe they did see.
Past the supernovas
And into Antares nebula
Swinging from Orion's belt
And drinking from the dipper.
Seeing baby stars be born
In the Oort cloud
Eating cookies with the Milky way
Jumping around the galaxies.
Just the boy and the girl all alone
Among the shining stars
Floating in a spaceship
Heading back towards home.
A little boy and a little girl
Look down from the stars to the planet below
Past the moon hanging bright in the sky.
Said one to the other, I wonder... I wonder, if there we could go.
... The end.
03/02/14