Shooting Poems - Poems about Shooting

i only have one true wish to wish upon you, I wish I could hold him in my arms as I look at you, Shooting star, I only have one true wish to wish upon you, I wish he could hold me in his heart the way I hold you in mine....

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Behind every person’s soul, a universe quietly resides. And I still find it strange that despite that cosmic brilliance, we circle back to fixate on surface-level, fleeting things. Things that could never touch the depth of our own true radiance. We never notice our own beauty—isn’t that beautiful? ...

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Prologue: A new kid joins an already troubled elementary school He sits alone on the first day, and no one dares to sit next to him For if they dared, their social status would be reduced to a pile of rubble. For a while everyone just left this kid alone, and no one dared to figure out the...

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Walking early in the morning along the waning edges of a silent night I saw the flash of a shooting star under the full moon shining bright. And I thought how Christmas is like that star across the sky I saw soar over in an instant…and each one a little different than the one before. It’s a moment if...

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Attractive and luminous, Burning on your golden path Like an adamant against the sun. Symbolising every entity, Caught up in spontaneity Perusing the conscientious. Uninspired to aspire Yet inspiring the phenomenal, As they claim all of what you grant. During your death, they wield smiles Making wishes of a lifetime While you dance in cosmic time. ...

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He had found himself falling in love with a shooting star. It was not too long until they had got so very far. Sooner or later, their love burns into various shooting stars....

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“Some people are like shooting stars. They burst through our lives in a spectacular arc, but they don't stay long. They just leave a trail.” - Erica Orloff, Illuminated Stars doubt the night Will the moon be quiet? Will the owl screech loudly? Will the forest soften its shadows? Will the autumn color it all? Will the darkness feel too small? Will...

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Shooting a star It's a beauty and a crime You ought to choose from....

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Shooting bottle caps, ring finger off thumb. And a little cake - the two breaks in half, fixed with melting wax and lighter. Light years of 22 in impromptu breakfast party then the boy is parting for Tennessee, to see to making a few bucks. Toodeloos to Mom, Dad, Aunts, Uncles, a random cousin and a visitor. Who can refuse to fuse together; never knowing when this grouping will reoccur? Always a...

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Welcome to our generation, We hope you enjoy this fantastic nation, Kids here stand on a quicksand foundation, And fear their schools are a gunned down station. When they watch the news near and far, The horrors they witness leave a scar. When they’re in school, their fears on par, They remember their bleeding peers, free and barred. How many wars are being...

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Today I’m thankful for shooting stars…who prove quite effective on helping us in life…keep a healthy and optimistic perspective… For shooting stars all know…once from the sky the heavens free them…. only those of us looking up…will ever get to see them....

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I stopped to admire the stars this morning long before my walk was through. When the moon has set and the sky is clear it’s something I often do. As I stood there gazing up…there…in the blink of an eye I saw a shooting star streak across the sky. I often look for shooting stars and, I imagine, you’ll...

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A tombstone is my thought, I made my tomb out of thoughts I knitted my shroud from hundreds of ideas And out of sadness I finished my coffin. I buried myself in the sunrise When no one was outside Just me, a small and insignificant creature I was cooling my feet in death. I wandering with the shadow of the spirit, the moon I...

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Shot after shot after shot Caitlin’s red-hot Swish, swish, swish; the net barely moves Caitlin feels it; she’s in the groove Game after game, win after win The adulation never wears thin Comes the...

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I now whisper a verse, like a curtain of shooting stars, Weaving with a rhyme, an echo from worlds locked in the distance afar. To clasp your treasure, your sublime feminine essence, Through rosewood forests, and your skin, fine vanilla parchment. May I be the sacred word that reverberates in your night, You, the ancient poem, pulsing through me, in...

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