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I crave for things unknown;
Tell me your story, I see your soul.
Once upon your tragedy or possibly your dreams,
Find me gazing intently at your given everything.
The intimacy of conversation;
Exchange these words with me.
Sit beside my person as we explore the galaxy.
Perhaps then I could learn from you,
Perhaps then teach you being new.
Would you mind getting lost with me
Where our hearts connected too?

I've lived forever in eternity,
I wish to know all to be known,
Time begets sincerity,
Sate my curiosity so.
Emotional connectedness and bonding over sharing souls with another human, though perhaps also a bit of loneliness.
Meet me where the stars bloom like flowers,
Where the sunflower caresses us with its golden grace,
Only preceded by the moonflower that bathed us in serene the night before.
Meet me where the garden gleams, flourished from the lifeblood of our togetherness.
I'll arrange an accretion of roses around your eyes that pull me in.
The galaxy is our bouquet.
Lie with me, turned from the weeds we willed away.
The stars bloom like flowers in my heart;
I pick one and it illuminates the infinite dark,
Just as your laughter.
blah blah, another flower metaphor, yadda yadda another space analogy.
I tried to keep it simple and sweet, apart from my usual longer narrative-styled poems.
 Mar 2023 Nadine Peñaverde
Jenny
star gazing

have you ever seen the stars in the night sky?
not the duly pulsing stars
but the stars that take your breath away
as you crane your neck back, trying to take it all in

see the sky like a curtain
with holes poked through the thick cloth
the sky itself dark like pen ink
and the stars that shine like flashlights at dusk

I just stand there, in awe of everything
and I can feel how vast the sky is
how cold the air I breathe in is
how the wind whips around my body

as I become the art I'm starring at
that God himself painted on a milky black canvas
hair in my slightly parted lips,
still standing there, watching the world spin ever so slowly

as I stand outside my tent
all I can hear is the rush of the waves
hitting the soft sand
and the trees whispering forgotten love songs

goosebumps cover my arms
a smile appears on my lips
and my glasses show eyes that shine as bright as the stars
maybe thats why its called star gazing

as we admire the stars, the stars admire us
campsite observations
I want to wrap you in a blanket of stars,
kiss the moonstones behind your eyelids
and pray to the cosmos that you'd never leave my galaxies.

They say shooting stars aren't always real
but if so then why did my wishes come true?

My shooting star shot through the gleaming sky
and brought along you.

If not to say for certain, I feel this is true love.

L for laughing at the weird things you do.
O for opening up my eyes and realizing you're for me,
just like i'm for you too.
V for visualizing you in my mind, in my head for hours, 100 visions at a time.
Finally, E for the way I claim you as my everything.
lets go for car rides at midnight
count all the stars we can and cannot see
because though we can’t see it with our eyes
that one forgotten star
may lead to the most amazing universe
but we’d never know, because its just out of reach
lets drive down empty roads
and let these smoked city lights lead the way
let us scream to the top of our lungs as the warm breeze brushes across our faces
and let the sunrise the next morning be like no other
let the sun melt and fade into the sky like fondue
let the clouds form into images of the love we never knew we wanted;
or that i wanted
because although i felt a warmth that some call “love”
i was just a star
lost in the many that fill the sky
but to you i was forgotten;
to you i was a forgotten star.
Teach me how to paint a sky,

Shades of blue in the highest high.

Or the colors of the sun setting down,

Twilight that gives peace to the town.


Teach me how to paint an ocean,

Swaying waves and maintaining motion.

Reflecting the sunlight in glittering silvers,

Ushering cold breeze that gives us good shivers.


Teach me how to paint a forest,

Greenwood, I proffer to you my dearest.

With love and care, we will plant more trees,

Woods that will defend and will be our fortress.


Teach me how to paint a galaxy.

So that I could paint one for you.

I will use your eyes as my reference,

For it's a chance for me to stare at you.
Your eyes alone could inspire a million galaxies. - Carlo Castillo
 Mar 2023 Nadine Peñaverde
Vener
a beatiful mess of
     paint splatters
          made more captivating
by the dusting of stars
      --random,
           yet careful
not to leave one area
      untouched, or
           given too much
o hi there
Cosmic lovers they are,
spinning inside their own vibration.
Holding energies for one another
as stars surround with grace.

Cosmic lovers they are
meshing in a realm where time
ceases and temperatures rise.

They maneuver in each others
invisible fields observing,
expanding inside light,
inside love

They are cosmic lovers
destined to be meeting
in their own worlds
a place where planets rise
to celebrate in galaxies whisper
behind moon
as they echo out to the universe.

The universe
inside of divine orchestration.
as both are Gods children
distended to carry on
as comets come to sight.

They are Venus and Mars
cosmic lovers for all time.
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