Stars Poems | Examples of Stars Poetry

Fire-Fly Stars I Always Wanted To Be A Scientist. Someone Asked Me Once: Aren’t You? *** What I Really Wanted To Be Was A Polar Bear Lusting A Powerful Musk With All Effort, With A Sure Un-Certain Purpose. *** Or I Would Be Huddled Under Some Mass Of Reeds In A Cavern Crouched Over A Silver Beam Of Light… And The Echo Everlasting Of One Drop Of Purity… Landing In A Honed Stone Bowl. *** And I Wanted To Be Worthless Like Every Component Choice… Like Every...

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I'm TRULY in love with black holes they break the chains of physics demanding a total commitment once you slip inside the abyss it's a beautiful, velvety a one-way trip. They say laws of grace and common sense are bent on the event horizon I think thoughts of total societal collapse is both devilish and quite divine. I'm TRULY in love with black...

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In the mystery of the night, when stars weave their dance on the velvet black sky, I embrace the echo of love that resonates like a symphony of unfulfilled dreams, like a sea whispering desires in waves of memories that never fade, and I find myself shipwrecked on the island of my thirsty soul. I knew beforehand that I...

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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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Stars and flannel are both brash. Colors which both sparkle and clash. You cannot eat either one. Made of molecules of fun. Both are warm as can be. On a dark night, they are a sight to see. Patterned in a wild way. Stars and flannel both have something to say!...

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Moonlight sky- Shimmering like pearls above high. Below I stand, Chasing the dreams that fly. Stars may flicker- Moon shines bright. Soft winds rustle, Past the lashes of my eye.. Whispering the tales, That remain veiled. The cosmos holds that embrace, In which I find my solace.....

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The stars of heaven a story tell, as on the canvas of the sky with pictures, bold and intricate, each night they speak without a word. Ancient stargazers sketched the signs that God arranged among the stars. They traced the circuit of the sun as it traverses through the TWELVE. The signs presaged the birth of One Who would succeed where Adam failed, by crushing...

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The star-planet is straight above Two kid-adults on a trampoline. Side-by-side they watch the sky At one a.m. on the months eve Quietly, they're waiting, staring As time tosses and turns between The adult-kids who prep like vets For the other kid-adult to leave They lay solemn side-by-side Distanced by a lack of sleep They make their vows on satellites Shooting stars, and falling wings Today-tomorrow,...

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leaves of sun k i s s e d love lip s n ...

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where does love go with the lights turned down low when the heart wants to know where the heart wants to go young lovers underneath the moonlight stars...

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The children of Abraham are a force, sent by Gods word and walk with all of his force. Like a triangle, we do have points, sometimes we can hurt, and also cut into the earth. We are passionate about our God, and we bow down and pray for all of God’s blessing while on this...

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As stars close their tired eyes when darkness fades the day they slip slowly out of sight and cloud-shrouded yesterday's no more in play say goodbye to a watercolour sky the rain washed away O say can you see morning has broken raising the curtain to curtail night daily they do it that way before we've woken and all the king's horses and all the...

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e v e n i n g s t a r s g l o w b r i g h t * * * * ...

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Where streetlights flicker and windows gleam, I heard her heels on dark concrete— sharp clicks that carved the midnight air, her cigarette a crimson flame against a city thick with dreams. "You came," she whispered, night held close, her fingers traced along my wrist, a gentle path through scattered drops, her touch a spark, her glance a vow that trembled in the lamplight's glow. Her...

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