Sleep.
As the world is engulfed in darkness
as the moon comes out to play
as the sun's fire fades
as the stars illuminate the world
as the predators awaken
as the prey falls asleep
as I gaze outside
as the fragile Earth disappears.
Poems on the topic: star
Poems on the topic “star” on Poets.by.
Light
Kiss away my tears,
trace the patterns of my sorrow with your lips
light remains light
no matter what the colour is
mix with my nature
and bring a new definition to life
help me to not look to the future
but live it
make perfection not a sin
but a goal
i will follow you,
you will be my main direction
you are the wolf;
i am the moon.
there will never be a dawn that breaks
the spell surrounding us.
My Grandfather
Grandfather, Grandfather
Where are you?
Come to me
Tell stories to me,
Where are you lost?
Come to me
Return to me,
Come, come to me.
I don't want
To be star forever,
Come, come to me.
Grandfather, Grandfather
Are you that blue star or that red one?
Where are you lost again?
Come, return to me.
Where are you gone?
Dreamer
And I'll continue dreaming on looking at the city lights burning bright even when the night sky is filled with no stars.
orbit
the stars rotate around my axis,
twinkling little giants trembling
in the wake of my immense gravity,
my selfish hands pull and reach for
these orbs of light, wanting them all
just for myself, core of cold ice
engulfing and destroying and reducing
love and life to empty nothingness
as i consume and consume and consume
but the sun still exclaims their radiant glory,
the galaxies still quiver in their tremendous vitality
of stardust and beauty and their confidence,
the universe still spins and grows and breeds
all these fragments of infinite infinity -
remind me of my colossal insignificance oh dark star,
for with the billions of star-showers
Little Star
My little star sleeps next to me,
tiny nightmares light my way.
Why she’s here it’s hard to say,
please leave tomorrow, not today.
She sees me, not as I am,
but shades of dark-pale gray.
Now I’m awake and she’s disappeared,
I know I’ll miss her for the whole day.
As soon as I’m home it’s back to bed,
she’ll be waiting within my walls of red.
And then I drift off to my sweet,
it’s only in my dreams we ever meet.
Silence 7
When star explodes, its billion times brighter than a sun. But that big supernova is how the star dies.
I guess its the same when a soul with too much words explodes, it cause
an utter silence.
Bond and Free
Love has earth to which she clings
With hills and circling arms about--
Wall within wall to shut fear out.
But Thought has need of no such things,
For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings.
On snow and sand and turf, I see
Where Love has left a printed trace
With straining in the world’s embrace.
And such is Love and glad to be.
But Thought has shaken his ankles free.
Thought cleaves the interstellar gloom
And sits in Sirius’ disc all night,
Till day makes him retrace his flight,
With smell of burning on every plume,
Back past the sun to an earthly room.
His gains in heaven are what they are.
On Looking Up by Chance at the Constellations
You’ll wait a long, long time for anything much
To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud
And the Northern Lights that run like tingling nerves.
The sun and moon get crossed, but they never touch,
Nor strike out fire from each other, nor crash out loud.
The planets seem to interfere in their curves,
But nothing ever happens, no harm is done.
We may as well go patiently on with our life,
And look elsewhere than to stars and moon and sun
For the shocks and changes we need to keep us sane.
It is true the longest drouth will end in rain,
The longest peace in China will end in strife.
Still it wouldn’t reward the watcher to stay awake
In hopes of seeing the calm of heaven break
Canis Major
The great Overdog,
That heavenly beast
With a star in one eye,
Gives a leap in the east.
He dances upright
All the way to the west
And never once drops
On his forefeet to rest.
I’m a poor underdog,
But tonight I will bark
With the great Overdog
That romps through the dark.
Fireflies in the Garden
Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,
And here on earth come emulating flies,
That though they never equal stars in size,
(And they were never really stars at heart)
Achieve at times a very star-like start.
Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.
Evening in a Sugar Orchard
From where I lingered in a lull in March
Outside the sugar-house one night for choice,
I called the fireman with a careful voice
And bade him leave the pan and stoke the arch:
‘O fireman, give the fire another stoke,
And send more sparks up chimney with the smoke.’
I thought a few might tangle, as they did,
Among bare maple boughs, and in the rare
Hill atmosphere not cease to glow,
And so be added to the moon up there.
The moon, though slight, was moon enough to show
On every tree a bucket with a lid,
And on black ground a bear-skin rug of snow.
The sparks made no attempt to be the moon.
They were content to figure in the trees
As Leo, Orion, and the Pleiades.
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