Spacesuit Poems | Examples

Breathless Beneath Blue Silence

There,
if your spacesuit tears,
death awaits.
“Armstrong, when he arrived on the moon,
must have felt the same,
though this is only
a hundred meters.
Still,
I felt a kind of
nirvana,”
said Jacques Mayol.
There,
if your breath falters,
death awaits.
Though he returned
from the deep many times,
in the end,
he chose his final dive.
He chose a place
from which
there is no return.
Nirvana—
a state of release
from suffering.
They say
a restless mind
disrupts the breath.
Even in the depths,
he kept
his mind still.
But in truth,
deep within,
there were waves
rippling all along.
When you dive deep,
not a single bubble,
not a single ripple
can rise.
Whether the world
a hundred meters down
is suffering
or peace—
I wouldn’t know.
Nor can I say
whether the world of death
is suffering,
or peace.

Outer Place

Some days,
I have to get into my spacesuit,
and follow an umbilical connection
to your mind.

Your heart has always been
a capsule
large enough for our love,

but somedays,
I just float around in the space between us,
- signaling in the void.

Re-Call

Yes, I did all that and more.
I was the head of a stampede,
I became the horns.

No, she over-exaggerates,
she killed me before I killed her.

The world was too small
for my parade,
I had to hire more horses and clowns.

I was an astronaut without a spacesuit,
just an umbilical noose,
until starlight ate through it.

Yes I saw it all,
all the other witnesses were
old flames in fireproof dreams.

I have never had much guilt,
I have preferred to travel
with the dangerous.

That long goodnight
will not find me weeping.

The First Tv

The first TV was small, red, and Russian.
The first TV was a brown coffin with a small eye.
The first TV was institutionalized
it lived behind bars, it was white and black
and always mad about its watchers.

The first Tv made whole families kneel before it,
our ears pinned to its tin-can speaker.
The first TV was creamy and plastic
it had a helicopter heart. The first TV
had an alien child. it was party-colored and round
like a bubblecar in a spacesuit.

Now we are men, and even females
can flip a hundred channels with one narrow wrist. 
Yet the windows are locked,
and doors are buttons for beer guts,
keyboards cloned, 
fingers and thumbs drugged and droned,
in a Japanese dream.

The first TV hangs around our necks;
a fish-eyed tank in the dead center 
of our echoing minds,
its inward probing eye
waiting for all of us to be the first 
to crawl into it.

Japanese John

Japanese John’s a spaceman, a red button’s on his suit,
And if you press that button, he’ll teach you to play the flute.
His great big ears and huge left eye help him to hear and see,
And his spacesuit is bright blue with yellow stars. I think there’s three.
John’s arms are open wide, so he can hug you to his chest.
He’s a spaceman from Japan, who teaches flute the very best!

Don the Spacesuit

on space station earth
masks now obligatory
no life fully free

Seventh Heaven 007

7/5/21
"Seventh Heaven (007)"

According to local legend
Regarding the Great Depression 
And Armageddon

Nearing seventh heaven
Still on that 007
Sent him and her toward hell or heaven
Close to or far from a 711
At approximately 11:07

En route and hot pursuit
Of the root of the absolute
Yet it always leads to a dispute
Staying ready to shoot
If need be leave thee scene and scoot

Many quick to snoop
And toot their own horn or flute
Quick to call another uncouth

Acceptance or rebuke
It's the truth
Not a spoof or fluke
And what they dilute
Able or couldn't compute
Therefore it was a bloop

Since a youth
In and out the booth
Occasionally having a drink with Vermouth

In space with a spacesuit
On earth eating grapes and grapefruit
Had a baseball card of Babe Ruth
As an addict 
Still at it
Or gave it the boot

A world full of kooks
Threatening to nuke
The cycle continues to loop

They don't but they should be addressing me as the Duke
But they continue to stoop
Staying solo or in a group
Never really getting the inside scoop
Because they're being duped

Pursuit In Spacesuit 2

If on earth it is called Nevada
Then in space it will be Escapada
From space how the stars twinkle
And my earth’s many a dimple 
Want to have zing like athlete
To fit the norms of a cosmonaut
Miles kilometres and fathom 
Nautical miles I scale in ton
Light year and millennium space
Will be my weapons so ace    9

Poesy relish and poetics balm 
I apply during space storm
Superseding all space norms
I excel as a sapien in form
Being a man I really deliver
When it needs any endeavour
Space for me is an object
Of spirituality and intent
May Lord equip me with all
That will be handy and extoll    10

Space is my ultimate passion to solve the mystery around it.

When You Float In Outer Space

When you float in outer space
with no one else around,
it gets a little lonely
and you start to miss the ground.

The familiar touch of Mother Earth
and friends to share the news,
is the kind of isolation
that can give someone the blues.

But you don't have to be in space
to feel alone and down;
you might swim a crowded pool
and still feel like you could drown.

But all it takes to raise some hope
that there'll be better weather,
is connecting with a friendly face
just like a spacesuit tether.

So if you feel you're out of touch
reach out to find a smile,
and if your feet are on the ground
then go the extra mile:

find someone who's drifting off
and offer them a hand,
bring them back into the ship
and help them safely land.

Is There Life On Mars

Elon Musk has launched
An electric car into space
With David Bowie on the radio
And an astral traveller at the wheel
In spacesuit and dark visor across the face

Reusable rockets return to earth
And the car to Mars as a stunt
On Earth we are left with the wonder
Of this feat for space exploration 
And the next thrill of it all!

© Paul Warren Poetry

Because I'M Galactic

All the lights dim out
as I crawl into my spacesuit.
I fill the air with crystal screams,
my mind is ripping at the seams.

If it falls apart,
I will surely wait here.
I'm made of gold in all my dreams,
surrounded by my favourite things.

The stars will age and die,
blowing matter to new places.
My flesh is celestial dust,
but my golden bones will rust.

I never asked to be here;
This equation isn't right,
All I taste is bittersweet -
there's broken dreams between my teeth.

The glowing lights will permeate,
the stardust spreads and dissipates,
and I will always wonder why.
I'll keep your secrets, hope to die.

Intergalactic

At the speed of light, I hear your scream
I wake up in a galaxy of dreams
Your restless thoughts shatter my sleep 
But I dare not take a step
 
On this terra firma of alien giants
Our love is the size of ants
In-between toenails and craters of decay
Will our love survive the day?

Their bellowed shouts are supersonic 
Emit an evil high frequency static
How will I ever hear your heart speak,
Or know of the love you seek? 

Your flesh preserved in a spacesuit
My mind covered in your bodysuit
An intergalactic love story about to be told
In this epic war of the worlds

Near Future

Worlds collide in the deep empty spaces of absent hearts
Hope fails to take hold when fertile soils of compassion erode
Anger is the smile of expression
When depression becomes the only emotion

When I walk through the rubble of fallen monuments
And take shelter in the crater of Nuclear Bombs
When every breath I take, 
Is measured in an oxygen tank

When in the year 2088
It resembles 1050 A.D.
My skin is preserved in a spacesuit on earth 
And I don’t know what tomorrow will bring forth

Seen It Done It

I can hold me breath for years on end
I can fly as high as my feathered friends
Been to the moon, the planets and my home on  mars
Without a spacesuit I’ve touched the stars

I’ve walked through the flames that burn in hell
And come out the other side without it’s smell
Have seen heaven and the angels there in
It made me rejoice and shout and sing

I have stood on the edge of an erupting volcano 
And played Beethoven’s 5th on the piano
I have brought peace to all the world
And passionately kissed every Soup girl

I am a cowboy and a Mohican
A villain and even a policeman
I can wrestle a croc and kill a lion
Around me waist I have the belt of Orion

I’ve leaped from the top of sky scraping buildings
Without feeling pain I can pull out me fillings
You may ask me how I can do all this 
Well I have to tell you my mind is limitless

Sheep In Space

Sometimes when the evening gathers
And the stars come out to graze
I look above into the heavens
Take them in my ovine gaze

I'm not too small yet not to wonder
Though my woolly brain is slow
Are there sheep on other planets
Will one day we somehow know?

If my life had turned out diff'rent
Or if magic transformed me
I'd be aboard a woolly spaceship
Heading out, so I could see

I'd have a sheep shape spacesuit helmet
Curved around my sheepie face
My fame would spread, I'd be on stamps
I'd be the first sheep out in space

I imagine other planets
Many light years off from here
The journey long, but I would make it
Each day just a bit more near

Falling down from alien heavens
My descent both swift and steep
When I landed, when I ventured
Would I find another sheep?

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