Stars Poems
A Star’s Reflection
by Benjamin Wolf
We have been the moon
We have been decay
Like God almighty we are everlasting and everpresent and eternal and yet, we are as inconsequential as a subtle breeze caught in the heart of a tempest.
You are an ocean.
You are the land.
Your surface is a stained glass mosaic of memory as vibrant as the moment they were first lived.
Your waves subtly lap against the rocky crevices of the shore.
Your words consume the mountains.
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Stars
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
You charm us, as little and as distant as you are,
sparkling with genuine passion for celestial traditions
which we crave downunder here
while looking up to you for superstitions.
High above Us
by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
I shall always long for the fraternity
Among stars as they party,
Night after night,
Their drunken eyes twinkling with lite.
Bracelet of Stars
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Gems adorn orange moon, bracelet of stars
Sinks crimson sun. Bullfrogs, in twiggy marsh.
Swirling in space, stars chase opaline darkness,
On forever road, illuminated in hued sharpness.
Green is moonlit valley, sunset, star crowned,
When bracelet jingles, felt upon solid gound.
The Red Room
by Liv Atkinson
I think that if you were to crack my ribs
If you were to peel back my skin and cleave apart the muscle and cartilage and bone
Let me bleed as you dig your fingers into the cavity of my chest, clutch my heart, and pull,
If you were to take it and cut it into a million tiny pieces,
You would find a little red door
With an old brass handle.
The door would open to a room the color of merlot wine
With cherry hardwood floors.
It has yellow paper stars on the rich walls
And glossy guitars
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tear lights
by Ghairo Danielsfor every bomb dropped, a thousand stars cry tear lights ~ for reblooming earth
Continue readingBracelet of Stars
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Gems adorn orange moon, bracelet of stars
Sinks crimson sun. Bullfrogs, in twiggy marsh.
Swirling in space, stars chase opaline darkness,
On forever road, illuminated in hued sharpness.
Green is moonlit valley, sunset, star crowned,
When bracelet jingles, felt upon solid gound.
A Sonnet of 34: The Soul Beneath the Stars
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Beneath the stars, my soul begins to weep,
For beauty’s light doth pierce this fragile clay;
In silence deep, my heart its vigil keep,
Awaiting dawn to kiss the dark away.
O night, thou keeper of my secret prayer,
Unveil the truth that hides in mortal shade;
I seek the realm where love is pure and rare,
Where time itself by faith is gently swayed.
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MY MOM TOLD ME - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
My mom told me:
the heart is not a fragile glass,
it is an ocean,
and every wave remembers.
She said:
when you walk through sorrow,
do not fear the shadows—
they are only the night’s way
of teaching you the stars.
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Falling Stars
by Carpe Diem
My gaze is turned above.
Trees fall down and streets elope and face follows a frown,
Of straight along and circly roads won't further mark my path,
So step for step just past the grass and you there somewhere dad
But the light that fills my eyes is still so rare and so delight,
Why as I reach the follow rise and walk to watch her dream,
The slide gathers like a woven thread just knitted by the beam
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