Universe Poems
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.
......
LITTLE BY LITTLE: ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
by alexis karpouzos
Little by little
we will turn into stars.
Little by little
we will turn into the infinite universe.
Little by little
we will spin in eternal ecstasy,
hand in hand,
pure love that flows.
the quilt of our universe
by Sarah A
A different kind of love inspires me
the type you have for this funny ole thing
The collective strives
for a balance of dwellers
Everyone living their own dream
each their very own storyteller
Adding on their thread
......
Demise of Terra
by Ravindu Anjana
A three legged crow, one day he shone, brighter than he ever had,
looking as if he gleamed with joy, as if he's never been free before,
He was covered in light, but he slowly lost the life he has ever clad,
In the silence of the vantablack, he whimpered the life he had.
The mistress who had bathed in his warmth was sad to watch him depart,
Slowly she would feel the cold of loneliness breathing down her nape,
Her children would meet death's embrace, tearing the mother and child apart,
Leaving the lonely mother to weep with a veil of snow that she would drape,
The universe would watch her silently, as if in this tragedy he had no part.
......
All Come Together
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
gravity holds us together, for opposites attract ~
we're stardust
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.
......
you said the truth, and you said it clean! said my autist kid.
by atef ayadi
reality is a schema,
not a world,
not a truth.
just a projection
from the meat-logic of neurons
inside our wet machine.
even the self is self-generated,
a recursive template that believes itself real,
only because it references itself fast
......
Stars
by B C
On
a
clear
night,
I
look
up
at
the
sky
......
Cool Thrills Out There
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Skating upon Saturn's rings, on the outskirts of gold,
executing my double axel, in the brisk, season of cold.
The sole sound is of ice skates, spraying bits behind;
In rich, purple dusk, of the chaotic universe entwined.
A wide-eyed dreamer, in the red heartbeat of fantasy,
does slow twirls and excited spins, jumping uncannily!
Skating on concentric rings-the adventure of her life,
Stars shining all together, a hundred moons in the sky.
Demise of Terra
by Ravindu Anjana
A three legged crow, one day he shone, brighter than he ever had,
looking as if he gleamed with joy, as if he's never been free before,
He was covered in light, but he slowly lost the life he has ever clad,
In the silence of the vantablack, he whimpered the life he had.
The mistress who had bathed in his warmth was sad to watch him depart,
Slowly she would feel the cold of loneliness breathing down her nape,
Her children would meet death's embrace, tearing the mother and child apart,
Leaving the lonely mother to weep with a veil of snow that she would drape,
The universe would watch her silently, as if in this tragedy he had no part.
......
