Vast Poems | Examples

In the depths of the night, when stars tell their story on the vast and eternal sky

In the depths of the night, when stars tell their story on the vast and eternal sky,
she walks like a shadow of light, with steps of butterflies in colorful flight.
Her beauty is an enigma, a dance of the sun on fields in bloom,
a gentle warmth like the dawn's awakening, embracing the earth.
Her gaze is a sunrise that knows no sunset, an eternal light,
and her smile, a symphony of rays dispelling shadows from the soul.
Her scent, a fragrance of childhood, sweet and refreshing like a cool drink,
wraps thoughts in memories of summer, under a clear and pure sky.
In her presence, time expands, becoming an ocean of endless moments,
where desires are lost and found, like the sea waves that never tire.
I could utter her name a thousand times, but it would be just a whisper,
words are too pale to encompass her essence, too poor to express it all.
In her eyes, I find a universe of light, an eternity of undeniable beauty,
for she knows no uncertainty, only the certainty of her full radiance.
Like a sun rising unabashed on the blue summer sky,
she carries her beauty with grace, without shadows of doubt or hesitation.

A Whale Quite Vast

 

Inspired by image #1
"Did you know Orcas can live 70 - 100 years."

                                               National Geographic
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An Orca leaps the water glassed,
a sweet scene in the sunrise bliss;
O, experience unsurpassed,
an Orca leaps. . 

He wished to give the sun a kiss,
leaving the boat viewers aghast;
experience to reminisce.

With sharp teeth-  a killer whale classed,
then, he sinks into the abyss;
these beautiful creatures swim fast,
an Orca leaps . . .

The Vast Depth

Even when it seems all random,
Not involving a creator..
I am overwhelmed by the coincidences.
How much depth it carries?
Is it the depth of brainly stuff?
Consciousness stuff?
I really don’t know.
The depth is vast, and 
As vast goes the time’s arrow.

The land is vast

The land is vast, and wealth is here,
But wisdom’s lacking, though the way is clear.
Many lands remain untamed, unplowed,
If not for corruption, much would be allowed.

Where is the strength, where is the might?
Where is the mind, where is the fight?
If a dog doesn’t bite the pants' hem,
Could this land become a paradise then?

The jealous can’t bear the hardworking soul,
Even if they can’t plant a tree, their goal.
A task undone by thousands of hands,
Can one person make it without bands?

Though our weight may be light,
Our dream is to be a nation bright!
Many tasks started, but none complete,
This is why our fingers are in defeat.

In a vast cauldron, where hearts boil in suffering and dreams

In a vast cauldron, where hearts boil in suffering and dreams,
Society rounds itself like a sea of untamed thoughts,
Under a leaden sky, where time flows like a river of memories,
The heavy clouds of forgetfulness gather, shading every glimpse of light,
There, in the vastness of silence, if you don't feel, don't move, don't disturb,
A film of indifference forms, like a skin on cold soup,
Slowly, it covers the depths with a layer of apathy and forgetfulness,
And in this velvet silence, the world becomes a dull painting,
A world where dreams drown in their own weight,
But maybe, just maybe, with a gesture of love, with a whisper of longing,
The entire sea of monotony might awaken to life,
Each soul could dance again, like a living flame,
Burning with passion, desire, like a shooting star in the night,
Spreading light in the darkness that surrounds us,
For only by moving, by stirring, can we find color once more.

The poet is a painter who spreads his soul on the vast canvas of time

The poet is a painter who spreads his soul on the vast canvas of time,
with emotions flowing like a river of colors through the valleys of unspoken thoughts,
touching with his invisible brush the shadows and light in fragments of eternity,
combining sadness and joy in subtle blends of misunderstood hues,
creating a living painting from whispers and silences, from laughter and shed tears.
With each verse, he weaves threads of desires and regrets,
drawing lines of melancholy on the smooth surface of the heart,
while his metaphors transform into fragile butterfly wings,
flying through the garden of dreams, carrying the essence of ephemeral moments,
in a symphony of colors and emotions that dance to the eternal rhythm of time.
The poet, a magician of words, creates worlds from desires and shadows,
painting with feelings that stretch like a horizon of hope and love,
while his soul becomes a rainbow of thoughts and emotions,
spanning the canvas of infinity, where each hue is a story,
and each story is a dream painted with a heart open to the universe.

In the depths of a world breathing beneath the vast and silent sky

In the depths of a world breathing beneath the vast and silent sky,
Where shadows are memories of days that were never ours,
Someone, an architect of dreams and fear, stretches their invisible fingers,
Gently caressing the fragile threads of minds that believe they are free,
Woven from illusions, we, mask-wearers, lost in this dance
Of imposed thoughts, a silent waltz of an invisible government,
Floating above us like a storm cloud that never dissipates,
Led by the echoes of voices we have never heard,
Yet that shape our dreams and fears, tastes and desires,
Every evening, when shadows stretch across the sidewalks,
We wonder if we are merely puppets in a theater without a curtain,
And if we will ever feel that we truly are,
More than silhouettes moving to the rhythm of an incomprehensible song,
In a world where truth is a rare guest and silence
Is the lullaby of sleeping souls,
Awaiting the light to awaken us from the collective dream.

Human Limitations

Ancient maps,
streaked with stars,
charted paths unknown.
But oceans are vast,
a whispered warning:
the world too wide.

Stars explode,
a symphony of light,
a universe in flux.
But what is hidden
behind that cosmic cloud?
Our minds yearned,
but our vision blurred.

Humanity delves,
with sharpened minds,
seeking to unlock
nature's hidden code.
Yet the universe
whispers in quanta:
a mystery endures.

Concrete canyons
climb for the heavens,
our aspirations are vast.
Yet, the earth gasps,
her lungs constricted,
our impact lingers.

Our minds reach,
but grasp at phantoms,
caught in the cycle.
To create and destroy,
then recreate,
the endless dance.

To see ourselves
in the starry void,
is to recognize,
both vast potential,
and finite flaws.
For even stars
have a final burn.

We are creatures
of yearning and longing,
ever searching,
forever bound,
to the dance of the universe.

The Vast Unknowable

     Space, the vast unknowable

        theories abound...

     Not all are telescopable

Confounded

Confounded, to an empty space
I send my question mark 
The voiceless echo blurs my face
I send again, when sky gets dark
Who’s me? another chimney mouse 
Most decent of all mice
I wouldn’t take your time for hours
With me it would be nice
To talk about our everydays 
How well it goes, what’s wrong
And what seems right, in other case
We wouldn’t talk for long
I know so well, that you have changed
But there’s no way I could 
Foresee how life is turning strange
The whole new attitude 
Annihilates the time, that passed
The words, that has been said
Maintains the distance, that is vast
And silence you have sent.

Music of your love

My Mansion’s myriad of elongated spaces
full of small blue boxes everywhere
treasure in un-captured capacities 
sealed with golden letters
turning tarnished over time
as simply forgotten to remember 
key to the secret remained the same in eternity 
cherished & choosing unfazed to connection
welcoming the eyes
in seeing the world you cannot know
and lets the heart believe in
the voice only you can hear
till it becomes the music of your love
to the life that resonates within

A Signal

Your soul have signalled you feel better
So you could call, or message me
I check my box if there’s your letter
To realize again that sea
That lies between us, is too deep
The earth is bordered and too vast
And now of course, you need more sleep
Sleep heals from troubles, cleans the past
Sometimes your memory reminds
About me, but then again
Distraction comes, with all that binds
Yourself with things that still remain.

Beyond The Vast Ocean's Kingdom

Beyond the Vast ocean's kingdom
lies a splendid land without boredom;
there this wandering boy discovered real joy,
stumbling on beauty that defined harmony! 

Other kids spent their entire afternoons
at the soccer field, he climbed many hills,
and the wonders he saw enriched his intellect:
was he a prodigious child or a would-be poet? 

There he avidly consumed his fancy-free days
watching the big-winged eagles in swift flight,
and the noisy airplanes soar above white clouds;
he followed them 'till they disappeared in distance!  

Did he choose soothing solitude as a means of escape,
running to idyllic places to jot down unrhythmical words
on his pad from the reflection he made on the landscape?
His peers lacked the imagination to pursue poetic thoughts!

Distance is grief, while time transforms his wrinkled looks,
not the vigor of youth that prompted many humorous jokes;
even now he remembers well that beyond the vast kingdom:
he can retrace the footsteps of his puberty to regain freedom!

Vast Ocean

Winds bear salt, gull's cries
We gaze on the vast ocean
A near boundless space
Fifty wistful years apart  
Vanishing in sparkling eyes

The Sahara Is Another Vast Sea

The Sahara is another vast sea
   Of zero-edge horizons
And remote hours of austerity
   For "sailors" upon caravans

And the Sun beams mercilessly
   And seems cruel to patrons
Until the Wind scoffs haggardly
   And reshapes its art of dunes.

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