Stella Poems - Poems about Stella

Stella not a Gal

Stella
not a gal
yelled for
in
passion
but
a guy
passionately painting
my eyes
go back and forth
in lines
and curlicues
in lighting
and floral
propensity
irises flicker
voyaging North
and South
East         and West
without rest
strange fountainlike
fantasy
links with my mind
birds intertwine
vanilla egrets
alongside
imitate the Madonna shape
or three robins rest
inside a pondlike
flamingo blossom
then
into the future
battle of lights
Stella
the guy
sees
the light
I
seize the light

Stella

where does one begin to write about you
you told me that your heart is in a pretty bad shape

that it is heavy
with hate
with loneliness
and vengeance

you say that “Plath” of “Ariel” is your idol
and my concern is that she killed herself

tell me Stella where does one begin to write about you
when your mind carries such heavy

conversation with Stella

before you tell
of the heaviness in your heart
it is only natural
to want to tell of mine first

before you can tell
of how brutally you were violated
by your mom’s men
who peeped through the key hole
of your bedroom door
whilst you were bathing
Fattening their lust
losing human status
qualifying as demons

it is only natural
to want to tell first
of my little incidents,
of

my name is Stella

at the end of the day
they come to rest on my breasts
men with important jobs
men with issues at home
who needs tissues
to wipe off their shameful tears

they come in different colors and needs
men with timeframes to finish projects
men with egos to protect,
men with a lot to hide even from their loved ones

they come to rest on

Stella

Stella

by Edmund Siejka


We were visiting our grandchildren 
And heard that one of them  
Was having a hard time
Freeing himself from a car seat
Concerned or
Perhaps just a little curious 
I asked our four-year old granddaughter,
Stella, show Grandpa how you get out of your car seat.

Staring in my face with a slow full gaze
Her blue grey

Steampunk Stella

Steampunk Stella woke up in the thick of an alternative world.
Colorful mechanical flowers were dancing and singing.
The gold band on her top hat changed a gorgeous fuchsia pink
orange poppies and fancy golden engravings adorned it now

her dress had changed from black to a marvelous seafoam turquoise
gold trim at the bottom was new, as was the

Joeuf Platini, Graf Brul, Stella McCartney

Joeuf Platini;
                Graf Bruhl,

Stella McCartney,
                 Paris, Too!

Stella the Weird Designer

Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.

No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was

Stella the Weird Designer

Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.

No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was

Stella the Weird Designer

Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.

No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was

My Dear Aunt Stella

Dear Aunt Stelle, it’s nice to see you again,
Here among all of your family and friends;
Some of whom you haven’t seen in years,
Others with whom you share daily laughs and tears.

We’ve all come together from near and far
To celebrate the meaning of whom you are.
You’re an aunt, a grandma, and a mother,
And a very close

Circa Summer 2021 When Stella Luna Cast Silhouettes Across Bella Luna

Yours truly jogs his memory to write
about witnessing bats appearing at twilight
swooping mammals (in search of prey) quite
silently whooshing thru the dusky night
flitting to and fro, hither and yon
across the darkening sky
analogous to erratic zigzag pattern
traced courtesy skittering kite
resembling little black birds
(think chimney sweeps)

predicated espying them from height
of about five feet and ten inches
beautiful creature

Stella

To feel the curve and fullness of your hips
My tongue sinking inside your pearly lips
Feeling the soft hard tissue of your twins
Swell of your chest promises more wins
Smell of yobody floats beneath my nose
Sweet fragrance of rose
Wrap me in your duvet of love
The only treasure I now have
Bury my head in fullness of your bossom
Plant

Yijing Apprentice 5, Stella and Luna

I am a girl named Stella, an apprentice of Yijing.
My master is Luna, a beautiful woman skilled and kind.
In beginning, she told me, "keep images in your mind."
"What images?" , asked I and she answered, "everything."

"Yijing divination is symbol-interpretation.
Good fortunetellers can draw rich images from symbols.
And it's also important to use images to cast symbols.
From

Clerihew Stella

Frank Stela was so postpainterly
an abstractionist as you can see*
emphasising 'flat surfaces' nothing more
rejecting emotional gesture thats for sure

*https://www.moma.org/collection/works/62336

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