Short Lightyears Poems
Short Lightyears Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lightyears by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lightyears by length and keyword.
lightyears away
you're the silence of the midnight air
piano notes still linger in my ear
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~LOVE BITS AND BITES~ 2023
AP: 3rd place 2022
i listen to your voice
but you're not here
and may as well be
lightyears out in space
tonight the moon
feels much more present
as its allure sways me
to a most bewitching beat
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Few mortals, in this hurried time
and age,
take time to listen to the timeless
ticking
of the Clock that runs the whole
universe
and measures time in aeons
and lightyears.
Fewer still are those who clock
the speed
of swift neutrons in billionths
of a second
just to pick the fruit of supreme
human will
from the tree of knowledge of good
and evil!
Spinning
azure and verdant globe
comforted by
rising sun
from
elipse of life
Moments
drift by as lightyears fly
stars are born
they die
while
super novas explode expatentally
into the blackness of space
Wondrous happenings
in that almost just helium vacuum
one could float for miles
unteathered by gravity
your knowledge
of celestial bodies
would shift your perspective
and place a whole new value
on life
Lulled by the no–see-um’s song
the grasses and I are yawning
tilting our heads
in the breezes falling off the day
as if cocooned in imagined protection beneath
a raccoon mama’s chin
we sway…we sway…we sway the night to day …away
and above us the grasshopper's song floats
in swaths across the lavender universe (13.8 billion lightyears to bring to you)
a light house sways across the gray
trying to say...
I love you
In half.
I left therapy with chewed up gum in my mouth, tastes like my own brain goop.
I took my luggage which was really the “not sorry,” in that room.
Jump started.
Brushing my teeth with that therapy gunk.
It tastes like the crust of what a bug spit out.
Those busted up words and tears.
In half.
And both halves are as alive as the inside of a planet lightyears away.
I left therapy and my jaw started tasting good as carrion-gum.
I left therapy.
With an alive secret.