I am tactically vast;
Shining as sheets of glass;
I'm luminous plasmic spheroid;
So held together by the atmosphere;
Gravity spaces and places me spread;
I'm in brilliants colors orange, yellows, blues, greens, whites, reds;
Elements absorb I'm living spectra;
I'm Grandeur darken vast mast extra;
Heated a hotted mass of slender hue;
Temperate temperature blue
I am a star, my name. Blue Kelvin
7/7/20
You are a star Poetry Contest Contest.
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter
Personification poetry form only.
Categories:
hotted, analogy, appreciation, metaphor, stars,
Form: Personification
I slip in and out beyond twilight
to look what others see.
Through their eyes fitting as behind a mask
a discontented observer in a half sleep state.
I know not why but all is to bide my time
in days gone, a finger pointed at my breast bone
and declared to the man.......... witch.
There find a storm never seeing the like, hoisted up and hotted feet,
I know not why but all is to bide my time.
Categories:
hotted, fire, sad, surreal, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
Death by rains.
No exclamation
was needed.
*
O, moon;-
I will join you soon,
hotted up by sun.
*
Parenthesis.
I am reading again
my lost poem.
Satish Verma
Categories:
hotted, art,
Form: ABC