Death Star Poems | Examples
These Death Star poems are examples of Star poems about Death. These are the best examples of Star Death poems written by international poets.
Within the hazy clouds of the cosmos,
Amongst the glint of boiling stars and asphyxiating dust,
Where phantasmal realms dance with bleak reality,
Lie the foundations of new life in the universe’s incubator.
Specks of calcium cling to asteroids bound for distant galaxies,
While water vapour forms crystals upon comets,
Hurling hope toward unknown planets.
Birth, death, and rebirth happen within the fractals of a second,
All while humanity spills precious blood contemplating existence.
She said I can't trust you.
You are to cleaver for me.
so why do I stay?
it sounds foreign
to be close to you my dear.
My morning star right there.
Can you help?
Can you heal?
instead, you are poison for me.
Now you have my soul, but you can't own me.
so please move, step back, don't move.
don't f$%ken touch me.
I'm mangled up inside.
I'm so gothic by design.
Black eyeliner on my eyes.
and now I must oblige.
Can you see the dead?
Then what's dead inside of me?
Help and heal
Instead, your poison for me.
So, move, step back.
Don't move don't f#$ken touch me
I'm mangled up inside.
I'm so gothic by design.
With black eyeliner on my eyes
now I must oblige.
You were gone before we noticed your light,
Glittering golden in the night skies.
Your brilliance could not stir our sight,
Yet you're not forgotten come sunrise.
Glittering golden in the night skies,
Illuminating with an already dead glow.
Yet you're not forgotten come sunrise—
Only discovered once you let go.
Illuminating with an already dead glow,
You still make an impact after all this time.
Only discovered once you let go—
We never saw you past your prime.
You still make an impact after all this time.
You were gone before we noticed your light.
We never saw you past your prime.
Your brilliance could not stir our sight.
In a world too big for one so small,
You walked with pride, stood ten feet tall.
A heart of gold in a dainty frame,
Paris, sweet pup, we still say your name.
Your paws once tapped across the floor,
A rhythm we won’t hear anymore.
But echoes linger in every room,
A light that cuts through even gloom.
Wrapped in bows or nestled in bed,
Chasing sunbeams, turning heads.
With ears like sails and eyes so wide,
You ruled our hearts with gentle pride.
Though time was short, the love was deep,
And now in dreams, you softly sleep.
But still we feel you, still you stay—
A piece of us that won't drift away.
The world’s less bright without your cheer,
But we’ll hold you close, forever near.
Rest now, Paris, your journey done,
Our little star, our tiny sun.
The sky paints you,
On the day that you died,
And left me with grief so blue.
And I cried and cried and cried.
The sky is not purple or red.
It's the color of my tears that I shed.
When I look at the sky and think of you,
The color is of your eyes, so deep blue.
The sun is setting, depicting
Your golden hair.
The clouds are revealing and lifting
Your heart so fair.
The day is gone and the night is here,
Bringing your memories and tormented tears.
If only I could give,
The love to make you live,
The life that you deserved,
To feel welcomed and loved.
I miss you every day.
I hope you're okay,
Wherever you are,
So near or so far,
Or the shining star
At night, I see from afar.
Maybe it's you,
Or it's just hue,
That reminds me of you.
That star is so you,
It does things you used to do.
It smiles at me,
Like I'm the only one there to see.
It tells me stories,
Like you used to tell all your glories.
I just listen and look,
Every now and then,
Feeling a little shook.
Each Star Has a Pattern of its Own
Each star is a jewel set in its place
by the Creator of the universe.
His hand carefully cut each facet
to give each star its own identity.
Each star has its own color
red, blue, white, yellow.
Some have no color at all
only exist as brown dwarfs.
From birth to death, each star
has its own life cycle.
Some ending as black holes, white dwarf
or rapidly spinning neutron stars.
Each star as an individual, but
part of a whole.
Like a string of pearls
set on a gold chain.
We humans are like these
stars, created as individuals
by Gods wonderful hand.
A dictum that no mortal may impeach:
abundance is the concubine of dearth.
You soar above the surly clouds which wreathe
around us: you’ve enabled us to reach
beyond our matter-patrimony, earth:
your gift to humankind is to bequeath
ability to master thought and speech,
and know that death is but another birth.
It started as a quiet day..
The sun was bright, the sky was gray.
Then shadows stretched across the ground..
A humming noise, a buzzing sound.
The TV flickered, phones went dead..
A chilling static filled our heads.
The air grew thick, the winds stood still..
A silver light danced on the hill.
From metal ships so vast and tall..
They hovered low above us all.
A hundred eyes, so strange, so bright..
Gleamed like stars in endless night.
No war they waged, no guns they drew..
Just silent stares from ones who knew.
With hands of light and minds so vast..
They showed us glimpses of the past.
They spoke without a single breath..
Of cosmic life, of love, of death.
Of distant worlds with skies so red..
Of fallen stars and kings long dead.
Then just as fast as they appeared..
They turned away, the sky was cleared.
A final flash, a blinding glow..
And in the dark, they let us go.
Now some believe and some do not..
But those who saw have not forgot.
For on that day, both strange and true..
We met the ones who always knew.
The search
Names all experience:
Discomfort searching for comfort
Poverty searching for more
Death searching for life
Unsweetened searching for sweetening
The not-yet searching for already
And on and on..
Then there is that star and
The cradle...
This star, Our star, is only Hallow
In the kiss that we bestow.
And this kiss, only ours to give,
Upon each brow,
For we are like a child to the Ray,
We forego eternity, our own device,
That we may better know
The Words to say.
Each kiss returned, if I were Thee.
Dust speck away, for Clarity.
Broken tools,
Such fools to use as we,
For lining halls and walls,
Of human history.
For what is Faith but empty bucket.
What is Life when some say -uck it!
What are words or thoughts or dreams
The End of which it sometimes seems,
Come useless with their
Broken Carriage Wheels
To scatter quickly in the Wind,
With Death upon their Heels.
Yet., for one requited part,
No faith supposed, nor scheme compare,
Butterflies to Galaxies, Enjoined with loving Heart,
To break the Bread of Life with Loving Air.
A verse each Heart will know quite well,
To break Morose this Poets’ Spell,
Grow every Heart so Hopeful High,
“ Tis Love upon which all Souls fly. “
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.
Were suppressed
The kids are depressed
The scary tango till death
We scream till were out of breath
It’s dangerous
We dance beneath the stars
While covered in scars
We march to the dead beat
Till the death tastes sweet
We came from the stars
to the stars we'll return
a 14-billion-year journey
with many things forgotten
so much more to learn.
When we arrive back home
angels may greet us
sweep earth from our hair
reunite us with our loved ones
Purity awaits at the top of the stairs.
The cycle repeats
in the star nest of infinity
there is little to fear
we are nurtured in the beginning
taken care of at the end.
All within the soul of the universe
and heart of a circular equation
Amen.
The night volume is turned up high; it's the prisoner of despair
Self-conscious this paralyzing world that is running out of air
A dire need of change for the fearful stars are made so aware
The cries their loved ones make when one falls and dies are echos of the mind, I swear
It reverberates through the heavens as countless humans choose to aimlessly, stare
At their last night; now just a silhouette of time when they showed us how to care
star in the sky
there before me
I thought would always be
now gone
to a sky