Cosmos Poems - Poems about Cosmos

In the silence of the cosmos, life is a dance of light and shadow, Extraordinary and alive, a miracle not limited to wealth, People seek riches, pride, security, anchors in time, But they lose the essence, for life is not measured in houses and cars. In the rush for a job to pay for cold walls, They get lost in...

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Cyberspace, my blue astral projector I'm not seeking new friends to entertain I dwell in a big celestial sector Cradled in great cool mists and northern rain. Yet, from funny dark galaxies above Comes bright celestial advice, kind and wise. The Oak Grove beckons those whom nature loves To stretch their wings where faery nature flies. A faery soars through Cosmos, fierce and...

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This mystic Druid Soul searcher with windswept eyes Beckons. Come away....

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In the mystery of night, with stars flowing through the veins of the silent cosmos, My thoughts dance in whispers on the edge of the abyss, Like an incantation born from the ashes of forgotten time, In the depths where dream and reality intertwine their essences. Seeking in solitude a meaning that pulses in the evening’s shadows, I find myself...

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Why read Walt Whitman? Because he writes majestic poems, Luminous for who has a heart wounded by life, Because he loves America and its men,* That he writes that there is nothing more perfect than the earth,* Because he walked in the ruts, the deep forests, Because he saw the cities being built before his eyes, Why read Walt Whitman? "Because he is...

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Within the hazy clouds of the cosmos, Amongst the glint of boiling stars and asphyxiating dust, Where phantasmal realms dance with bleak reality, Lie the foundations of new life in the universe’s incubator. Specks of calcium cling to asteroids bound for distant galaxies, While water vapour forms crystals upon comets, Hurling hope toward unknown planets. Birth, death, and rebirth happen within the...

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I long for a love that is sweet, Yet, I receive a bird's soothing tweet. I long for a world of solitude and peace. Where my comfort is the sea waves and the wind breeze. I look for the meaning of beauty. And I’m still amazed at how this world seems to be. I look for the world’s end. But, it all...

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when night rolls in and silence falls the moon beckons its haunting call the wind stirs scents jasmine and sea darkness descends otherworldly beyond the stars the cosmos vast we wonder how the dice is cast what is beyond way out yonder one knows not what spell they're under beyond the veil of velvet black hope flickers through a little crack AP: 2nd place 2025...

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Beyond quelled music in the night where the stars conspire to take flight, silver moon never shone so bright. I'm overcome with joy tonight. Where the stars conspire to take flight, subtle is their trail of insight ~ they're faint tracks upon the graphite, secrets transformed into delight. Silver moon never shone so bright upon this world of black and white, quenching unabashed appetite of love...

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ME: Deja vu- It startles me at times. Like a mirror, coming before me; A conversation An interaction Almost anything- Exact in every detail ...

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the sky h o m e s what the sea cannot confine as clouds crawl and croon carving contours of compassion ...

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Cosmic dust carpets the night sky Like glittering snow blanketing billowing pine trees, Captivating our deepest thoughts. Inner monologues break their dams, Flooding our consciousness with fleeting questions— Of what was and what still might be. Existential queries fly by like shooting stars: Why here? Why this planet, this plane of existence? Only to disappear in a flash, leaving no trace. For we are...

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free state need resuscitate can’t hesitate to evaluate then elaborate specious debate too late dare dedicate stilling hate egos inflate do perpetuate inevitable fate armageddon date will not wait ...

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Patterns are evident throughout God’s creation. A nucleus determines the pattern of every cell. And the seas shape patterns for shores and straits. Why should stars not have their patterns as well? A city has skylines of steel, glass, and brick, As stately as a mountain range of ridges. Music holds patterns within every chord, Much like urban waterways feature bridges. An egg...

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