Supernovas Poems | Examples

Synchronized

To touch you,
       two souls.
 Too much to take.

You took me to the stars, 
        I took you. 

     Supernovas 
        detonate,
     synchronized  
       on impact. 

I took you to another place,
      you took my hand.

I am

I breathe in a millennium of the cosmically divine  
As I dive into aquamarine waterfalls,  
Swimming in a secluded, shimmering lagoon.  
Dense canopies of evergreens carpet the indigo sky,  
Allowing flecks of amber light to shine through.  
The melodious hymns of Gaia's gifts are beckoning me.  
Stepping upon freshly discovered petrichor,  
The energy of a thousand lifetimes before flows through me.  
Flashes of births and deaths float by on gilded winds,  
Reminding me that every spirit lingers long after the heart takes its last beat.  
For energy can never truly die.  
I am made of exploding supernovas—  
And from destruction comes rebirth.

Stardust on Autumn Leaves

pale yellow shards of brittle glass
shatter under my feet
as I stroll along this grey patchwork of concrete
and if the world stutters precarious on its spurious axis,
I pay it no mind
the ice of my pupils melts into inky lashes 
that bleed cold down my face
and in my head,
I conjure a universe where
every contradiction, every illusion you did not believe in this one
becomes a reality 

all around me,
there are people breathing autumn air who know the art of exhaling
their throats don’t choke, and their tongues don’t freeze
at the thought of forgetting the taste
and that is what I remember hope to be

the galaxies and supernovas and black holes in my chest-
I am tired of their weight
it’s too much for a person, and I am just half of one
so I tell myself it’s not selfish 
to fall to frail knees on a faded sidewalk
to double over in searing throes
and give up on starry eyes,
even if it is their memory
that dusts begotten leaves
their golden brown edges crumble into goodbyes
under callous feet

waves of weightlessness

diving through fluorescent 
      waves 
            of the cosmos,
        far beyond the stretches 
                      of exploding supernovas, 
      and collapsing
            constellations of black holes,
                our glistening 
      fingers interlace~
                      seeking solace 
    in astral weightlessness,
            where stars serenade 
                                eternal love…

Structured Construction

It’s about to explode, ready set..
there’s such stability in chaos;
So wild the part of you that’s free;

Atomic part of you blown free  
takes root and slowly starts to set;
Careful the construction of chaos;

Discounting the structure in chaos,
naive to that serving core of ‘Free’;
Supernovas have an unstable set;

Just let go and set the chaos free.

katabasis

Euridice, Euridice
daughter of mortals, sworn to divine;
the bell tolls, the bell rings
“I’m sorry, I miss you”
Orpheus turns;  Euridice.

the unmade sheets, dog-eared pages 
stacked, dishes scattered in the sink
sunlight splashes 
I close my eyes
I see the ghost of where you’ve been

how long has it been
since the summer of your smile, 
the spring of your voice.
twenty years waiting, your Penelope;
a shroud unwoven by time

tick, tick, tick. the clock continually ticks.
it drags me by the hands, 
grabs me by the heart.
every grain falling through the hourglass,
a lifetime I once spent with you.

every word I never said,
a pomegranate never split;
I called your name too late.
Melpomene, my very own muse,
hear the swan song of my heart 

three words we never got to say
i love you i love you i love you
i turn to you to confess
(don’t look don’t look don’t look)
and there you are. you’re gone.

we were two sides of the same fate, 
 half of each other; star-crossed, but
snip. your shears split the weave and.
Fates themselves can’t force supernovas 
to align / when they’ve already long died

Cosmic Tapestry

They get tangled when crocheting.
Much like hair, they weave dreams.
It changes shape, changes form,
when touched with barehand, 
it crumbles, triggers a storm. 

They say, 2.537 million light-years away, 
is a galaxy like our own.
The tiny fiber, there too sway,
weaves supple fabric, alas it is 
made of stone. 

When I look up at the sky,
I swear I see. A slender yet,
long thread flying up high, 
inter-galaxies, it is free. 

They say, 2.537 million light-years away, 
is a world, neither young nor old.
From nebulae to supernovas vast,
these cotton strands, secrets hold. 

Connecting all from this world
to the other, the fortune changes.
Enlightenment is unfurled. 
Every fibre lives, every fibre
dies. Every stitch questions
Who am I?

They say, 2.537 million light-years away, 
there is a land so divine.
Where gods walk the earth, humans 
collude with the stars 
and disrupt the time. 

Prompt: Cotton Strands

This Love

The itch to love 
and satiate pride
swallowed too long stifles
breath
without emancipation
A tragic capitulation to self

Pride, perhaps acerbic,
leaves morsels to ruminate
and loves to regurgitate
coy ceramic dalliances
and Venusian masquerades
Masked in smiles
And toxic

This love, 
These loose granite memories
Ductile innocents
And hasty lulls
These shining sunsets 
And supernovas
Must rest.

Spaceship Dream

In my dream, I take a spaceship flight,
Guided by AI in the dead of night.
We'll glide through Nebulas, countless milky ways,
Avoiding Supernovas and Black holes' fierce gaze.

We seek a friendly planet, our quest so grand,
To descend and savor tranquil days on the land.
Like Cook's adventure, discovering a new berth,
No wars with natives, just a friendly hearth.

As I wake up, the spaceship fades from view,
Tossing in my bed, the dream bids adieu.

Ebony and Ivory

Lost amongst a trillion stars.
In lustrous shades of Ebony and Ivory.
We are like the moon craving for night fall,
so our twin embers can ignite dark skies.
Under the modesty of moonlight,
desire illuminates in our eyes.
We spark like supernovas in empyrean explosions,
waltzing around the planets in a cosmic ballet.
Penetrating pulses beat until glimpse of daylight,
as zealous sun ascends like bonfires in our hearts -
A celestial tapestry woven in timeless space.

Persona Non Grata

I am nothing

pariah     outcast    a worm

I have nothing to offer, nothing of value

except these words

for when I see the sunlight reflect

in your chocolate brown eyes I envision 

paradise

eden   before the fall

and when you smile you 

radiate

all the colors of the rainbow

reds and yellows   indigo and violet

the lilting echo of your song moves

the flowers and trees to sway gently in 

harmony

The birds of heaven are your supportive

choir

you are my far away friend

my island girl

but the universe is tricky

full of black holes and supernovas

spiderwebs and quicksand 

navigation across time and space is

dangerous

how can I show you what I

feel

only with these words

for I am nothing

a worm

that being said

would you still love me

if I wasn't a

poet

Zen Mode

may the way we look
at both space and form
infuse innate vibrancy
of love's effervescence
that existence reflects
beauteous bliss hues
as a butterfly effect
setting aflame with joy
supernovas of light
till nothing else remains

save love 

20-December-2022

Fairy Tales

If there is a version of us
reflected by the stars in the sky 
the world dappled with supernovas  
would be left with a breathless sigh; 

Faith’s bountiful cup would pour 
from Earth’s crown flowing with ease;
Romance would live once more  
marveling at our masterpiece;

Reclaiming what was lost long ago 
your feelings so easily dismissed; 
Now gazing at our love you know 
that fairy tales really do exist.

Of Nations Ii a Burning Nation

Of paper and Ink
Warriors of words written in a land
Of Blood and broken toys
Jet black things
Set ice plains and caviar
Standing long into the starry night
Eyes gone blind to the images and deities
Of families and finalities

Of bones that drum
All fall in distant regard
The night is rip asunder 
The echo of thunder
Rain driven storms of raveages and revenge 
Fires of ice Buring the nation at its core
Alight of midnight sky like supernovas
Blown in a rage of the blind, a land of the blind
A mad god in a nation 
Torn into clans
Rise and go to war

Rape of the natural landscapes
Televised and television wasted places
Vision-scapes in division of man and land
The pulse of blood 
The heart beat
That bleeds on paper and ink
Roads to dreams a nation in turn
As this nation burns

Keeper of the Flame

Enthroned on high. Some call him, " The man in the sky. " His form? Nobody knows... 
Solar flares and supernovas are but toys to him! The expanse of the universe cannot contain him. If our solar system was a giant cinema screen, the Earth would be smaller than a pixel! 
His unfathomable mind! His magnanimous, dynamic energy is so controlled! He contains and restrains his might! His creations are circular and function in unbreakable cycles.
He gives man the ability to comprehend and the opportunity to become his friend. 
The Almighty!
~~~
Source of fire and light,
The Universal Sovereign,
Keeper of The Flame.


Written 7th March 2022
For the " Pick-A-Title, Vol 29 - Poetry Contest "
Title (3) Keeper of The Flame
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

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