Best Wish On A Star Poems
"A P.D. Sleepy Lullaby"
Star Light ... Star Bright ...
please send P.D. sweet sleep tonight
wish she may ... wish she might ...
close her eyes by candlelight.
Star Light ... Star Bright ...
cuddle P.D.'s head in pillow bright
wish she may ... wish she might ...
snuggle beneath blanket of white.
Star Light ... Star Bright ...
may P.D. enjoy a dream delight
wish she may ... wish she might ...
cast all her cares on wings of flight.
Star Light ... Star Bright ...
relax P.D.'s mind through each night
wish she may ... wish she might ...
soar above Heaven like a kite
Star Light ... Star Bright ...
caress P.D. till morning light
wish she may ... wish she might ...
see pleasant places to ease her plight.
Star Light ... Star Bright ...
calm P.D.'s stress keeping her uptight
wish she may ... wish she might ...
receive good vibes to set her right.
Star Light ... Star Bright ...
I'll say a prayer to hold her tight
wish she may ... wish she might ...
make a wish on a star which shines so bright.
good night P.D. good night.
*For P.D.'s Lullaby Contest.
*Written by: Linda-Marie The "Sweetheart" of P.S.
Happy birthday to you Jenny
Hope your big day brings you plenty
Keep a bright smile all the way
Your mom sings your praises today
Soon you will be driving to school
Don’t forget to follow the rules
Enjoy your day with a buffet
Your mom sings your praises today
Happy birthday to you Jenny
Don’t forget to save your pennies
Wish on a star on your great day
Your mom sings your praises today
Happy birthday to you Jenny
Your mom sings your praises today
© Joseph, 8/20/2007
© All Rights Reserved
This is for the the daughter of our own poetess, Kathy.
The Kyrielle Sonnet is a French form from the Middle Ages. It has 14 lines (three
rhyming quatrains and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase
as a refrain in the last line of each stanza. Each line within the Kyrielle Sonnet
has eight syllables. There are times when a French poem links back to the
poem’s beginning; therefore, a common practice is to combine the first line of
the first quatrain and the refrain in each quatrain as the ending couplet for the
poem.
The snow fell like shredded cotton
Beautiful as it falls and never forgotten
At night when the lights go on
I could swear I saw a fawn
The drops of snow melt away
A sight to behold, I must say!
The bonfire bright as they sing
A moment of silence, the phone won't ring
The stars glow bright in the night black sky
I wish on a star, it's so very far
The chilly night air, and frozen fingers
The wind gust starts, the chill lingers
A sight to behold, the wintery scene
Looking everywhere and not fully seen!
A single black rose as dark as midnight
Represents the pain of my broken heart
Even shadows are pale in the moonlight
Watch as the raven in the eve takes flight
With the moon a contrasting work of art
A single black rose as dark as midnight
I wish on a star with all of my might
That a happy ending it might impart
Even shadows are pale in the moonlight
The feeling in my chest is oh so tight
My lover refuses to play her part
A single black rose as dark as midnight
On pedestal I placed her of great height
I prayed nothing would tear us apart
Even shadows are pale in the moonlight
I know I must be a pathetic sight
For I was birthed to be doomed from the start
A single black rose as dark as midnight
Even shadows are pale in the moonlight
Written June 20th 2016 for Broken Wing's Villanele contest.
Once a little goat with a small horn,
Wanted to become a unicorn,
She wished and she wished every night
And prayed and prayed, it might
Come true, I want to wish on a star,
So the next night they saw one far,
But although so bright
Gave off little light.
Look mummy at that grass over there,
Please don’t stare,
For they might run away, fairies
Right next to the bush with berries
I’m going to send them a whisper
Mummy kissed her, ooh your whisker
Tickles mummy, suddenly three
Fairies flew by her side what do you
Wish for most, as you are of the few
That never asks, whatever you wish,
I want to be a unicorn, please
They waved their wands with ease,
There stood the prettiest pink unicorn,
Gone was the small horn,
Replaced by a twirly one,
The little goat girl now an awesome unicorn,
Her star sign remained Capricorn.
She had a fluffy mane
And her eyes were blue, insane.
Oh fairies I love you so much
Your wands and their magic touch,
What can I do for you.
and you and you,
Listen to your parents and be a good girl,
And thus your mane will always curl!
HURRAY
Entering Contest: Nursery Rhyme 5
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Dated: 21/04/2021
My wishes; my wishes!
Oh, what are my wishes?
So many to wish on a star!
Love and peace on this earth.
That no children would starve.
Most obvious these choices are.
But let me be greedy
and tell what I’d wish for
if wishes were granted to me.
I’d wish for a new car -
a beauty and sporty.
A sweet ride like Lamborghini.
I’ll now make this simple.
Why wish for each item
when money can get me most stuff?
I'd wish that no matter
the things that I wanted,
my cash would be always enough!
So that is my big wish.
I guess you might say
be blessed with Bill Gates type of wealth.
But for now in my life
I have only one wish -
completely regaining good health!
Jan. 16, 2020 for the What are Your Wishes Poetry contest
of Chantelle Anne Cooke
I know very little.
I don't know a lot. Too be exact, I know very little. Sure, I understand math, science, and all the other basics. I may be able to read the Twilight series in 3 days. I may be able to write poetry, short stories, and essays. But I know very little. I don't know why stars exist. I don't know how to cook a pancake. I don't know what the atomic numbers are to the elements on a periodic table. I don't know when the world ends. I don't know how many thoughts I have in my head. And all of this is just the beginning.
I know how to smile, but not how I do it. I know there is a God, but I don't know how long he has existed. I know I love dinosaurs, but I don't know how they turned into turtles or an armidillo. I know I bleed, but I don't know what blood is made of. I know that I'm supposed to wish on a star, but I don't know why I wish to the moon instead. I don't know why I blow a kiss to it afterwards. I know why it rains, but I don't know if it is just water or angel tears. I know when it rains I'm supposed to hide, but I don't know why I stand in it. I don't know why I believe if a raindrop lands on your lips, it means that someone wishes to kiss you. I don't know why I have no enemies. I don't know why all my problems disappear when I'm in his arms, but I know I love him for than I have loved anyone or anything.
But there is one thing I'm fully sure about. Without a doubt, and that is.......I know very little.
Lend me a word
most frequently heard
and give me a sound
vibrations unbound
pass me a rhyme
searching for time
years slowly pass
through dark stained glass
paint me a shape
that will not escape
a prisoner of mind
you'll never find
wish on a star
not very far
Bright sunny days
with diminishing rays
a rain drizzled rose
sunsplashed toes
tread gently my friend
where eternity ends
You’re the light in the tunnel, the sweet in the sour,
the leaf on the clover, the happy in hour,
the luck of the draw, the loves-me in daisies,
the blessing disguised, the dawn of new days.
You’re the wish on a star, the music to ears,
the shout from the roof tops, the here’s-to-ya cheers,
the ovation from crowds; the hip in hooray;
the song in my heart; the dance in the rain.
You’re the start of the engines; the pat on the back;
the message in bottles, the best for last;
the calm in the storm; the grand in finale;
the talk of the town; the cloud’s silver lining.
You’re the worth in the wait; the give in the take;
the leap in the faith; the twist in the fate;
the amazing in grace; the nothing to fear;
the heaven in help me and the answer to prayer.
Polly Strouse
Devastated by your lies
I’m left reeling from their sting.
And so, numbed by betrayal
I can’t feel another thing.
You swore you’d never hurt me
but you're just like all the rest.
And it feels like you reached in
and tore my heart from my chest.
I made a wish on a star
so that I might yet awake.
And escape this nightmare dream
for it's more than I can take.
Sadness saturates my soul
quietly smothering me.
And entombed within a tear
all thoughts of love cease to be.
(Quatrain)
10/15/2015
I finally came home.
I did not win fully free, not yet;
but the lights by which I roam
are closer to where my roots are set.
Before leaving, I had to say farewell
to those there who kept me strong.
When cruel circumstances upon me fell,
they're the reason I strayed from wrong.
Endless examples of good I could give,
and seems endless seas between us now lie;
I am content to, during dark times, the good relive,
and not belabor what seemed a perfect goodbye.
Suffice to say such kindness as that, their spark,
exists in few you'll meet in a life, and few times.
But to call oneself friends with those who bear that mark?
That lies beyond even the greatest of wordsmith's rhymes.
And now to reach my goal, two years emergent,
orchestrating a touch early my autumn return;
I find old memories and friendships resurgent,
remembrance and joy that I strove to earn.
To lie on my back with the dog right by,
looking up at the heavens' ever-expansive dish.
To see a shooting star streak across the sky,
and realize only one thing more could I wish.
They say you can never get back what used to be,
can never truly be who you once were;
sitting across the street from what I used to see,
I feel the familiar, past me in me stir.
Seeing the ever changing, ever same rain,
in front of the house that saw me a man.
Looking at the tree I climbed to dull my pain,
the thought of more of such, from which I ran.
I wish now I hadn't, I wish now I'd stayed,
and for a little while longer, for that I pay;
my wish on a star, while under them I laid,
that here in the rain, here, home, I could stay.
In the eyes of those I regret so dearly running to,
saying such is one of my many unforgivable crimes.
To know that not to them, but to that inimitable spark, I remain true?
Such must be the source of the greatest of wordsmith's rhymes.
When you're not here
And it's too heard to bear
When I have something to fear
And you're not there
I hold on tight
I close my eyes
I wish on a star
I hear your voice
But you're too far
The tears I fight
The distance I despise
You're in my heart
Time apart is rough
I can't stand to be apart
This pillow isn't enough
Written on June 2012 - July 2012
Today I got a surprise,
I got your letter,
after I read it, the rest of my
day became batter.
I'm the kind of man,
who speaks very few words.
I hope this little verse will,
allow my feelings to be heard.
Every night I lie awake,
in my lonely bed,
while thoughts of you,
explode inside my head.
I pray that you are doing al right,
I make a wish on a star,
that some day, I could hold you tight.
We have so much to share, but
by you not being there,
is something, I could not bear.
I feel that we could become,
a lovely team, but until that
day comes, I will on dream.
Remember, as each day passes on,
you are not totally alone.
Right now, we are separated
by mile's apart, maybe in distance
but, not in the heart.
As I close this poem, there's something you need to know.
My feelings for you, will never die
but, they will surly grow
Some day, you and I will be
together, and we will stay that way
ALWAYS & FOREVER
The way he speaks to me, just kills my soul in every possible way
Sometimes I just want to rip my own heart out, and throw it in the fire
For the way, a son speaks to his mother truly crashes broken glass
The way he doesn’t know me by now, only shows he will never know me
His mind only acts like a child, while his words speak like an untrained beast
It makes the heat from my blood, boil into flames
My tears can no longer down power, only wish on a star
That my son will liquefy all this anger he carries inside
For it’s only a different person I see day by day
As I sit and pray everyday
The constant rattling of chains,
Has been known to drive a man insane.
The steady clink of closed cell doors.
Voices filled with rage echoes down corridors.
Guards using night sticks banging off bars.
Menacing eyes looking out windows wish on a star.
Crys are heard into the night.
You can hear the pain and blows from a one sided fight!
The rec-yard is a mental escape
Information is passed about the latest victim of a gang rape.
Weights being lifted, basketball being played.
This is the time you carry your homemade blade!
The noises of prison life are frightening at times.
And yet a lot of us suffer for petty crimes!