Galactic Poems - Poems about Galactic

(Poet’s Note : AI will be able to decipher Light Language soon. For now, it cannot. Light Language is not classified as an “other” language yet.) language of Love has no w Or ...

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{For Contest : unintended innuendo Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker Date submitted: 11/5/25} Line of inquiry: [“as we passed her she did wilt which caused in us sense of guilt since our stance perhaps did cause to put her heart’s joy on pause though we’re gentle, not hostile we diminished her soul’s smile since our aura as she viewed scent of love did not exude”] ~o~ she was...

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Future Modern Society Future modern new society. Where is it? This exists, just invisible yet Sometimes the development of possible and expected events is hindered by negative factors We are late, and the life of our planet is slowly running out. We are destroyers We dig...

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A New Society Eras, centuries, and histories have disappeared New social systems are emerging and disappearing But it all disappears, is destroyed, is forgotten. Time is a killer ...

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search for me when black are the stars of midnight for in every sunset I see your name in every moonlight you feel this restless flame poetically fading into rose-gold...

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I’ve got a little change rattling in me pockets. Before I go, I do bequeath A little wisdom from my keep. So close now, I must bestow There’s so little left of what I know But what I knows is worth more than gold Some lost treasure from deep below Hold on, let me pull...

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A silver saucer in silken skies unfurled, A quiet watcher of a sleeping world. No warmth it offers but a gentle gleam, A ghostly presence in a midnight dream. It pulls the tides with an unseen command, A cosmic rhythm across the sleeping land. A beacon shining through the darkest night, A lonely traveler in celestial flight. It paints the landscapes in a...

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Beyond the skyline, I watch an expanse outside this earthly realm… torches of balls glitter in seamless motion, orange streaks rolling in random numbers, circling ' round their territory like crystal fibrils wheeling, darting, perhaps prancing… Yet in relays, heavenly bodies afar do not collide with one another ...

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He travels through the Universe Hopping from galaxy to galaxy After doing what must be done Stopping from one star system to another Seeking out habitability for his super consciousness Turning lifelessness into life Each planet spinning with the stuff that dreams are made of. . . His dreams made manifest with mysticism...

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If this G.O.D. is real, then it’s only a matter of time when we’ll find out if we, mere humans, are worthy Do we have what it takes to even be considered for membership? Or must we wander into the Twilight Zone? Have we developed the proper qualifications for admittance into the Order? G.O.D.is constantly...

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UNBEARABLE DARKNESS OF NEAR VOID Unbearable darkness of near Void when my Heart sits indigo at the back of my throat I see no endearing vacant eyes of guides grit in joints scream generational curse which stubbornly brick build a house faraway as mental escape into limbs to twine around clean waves caught on deserted beaches humans trying...

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Galactic desire Desire, what is that? Only a feeling, emotion, something like that, much more than Much more than, if you feel that, a subjective life is sometimes better than the material. Yeah, this is subjective realism, subjective objectivism, and oriented positivism. From the individual. It’s me. Always create and project the dreamed life, great desire Live always on the...

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Where should I zoom to, perhaps to the Moon, And on my way will juggle with millions of stars, I have whispered to a Comet passing by real soon, To please pick me up, as i plan to visit Mars. Most of all I want to feel the star dust on my face, And hear choirs of angels as they...

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Stars fashion and project, twinkling fields of galactic dreams we fabricate, and perfect. Dreams can confuse although there's times we contemplate the muse We rise and meditate ... whys. Stars fashion and project, although there's times we contemplate, ... whys....

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