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Nimrod kiptoo Sep 14
I asked what he does for a living.
He said I can show you,
then he moonwalked half a mile.
He could be a great dancer,
but I think he was an astronaut.
I love me a puny poem
it seems whenever i read
of these monumental
astronomical events
annular or total eclipses
planets in alignment
a radiant of meteors
as grand in magnitude
and meaning
as hyperbole will allow
that i am never able
to truly witness
or fully appreciate
the wonderment
that others have claimed
these spectacles always occur
on the other side of the planet
or at a time of day
that makes the divine insignificant
mundane and barely noticed
despite the significance
assigned in theory
this clamour for
once in a lifetime opportunities
will inevitably be missed
leaving me with
a sense of aimlessness
and distraction
until i read
that experts claim
this occurrence repeats
approximately every
ten or so years
Thera Lance Aug 2022
He has hands and feet now.
And eyes that can close off the world to such a limited view.
  Look at the sun and it is bright,
  Even when the sky shifts to his other sight,
  That warps the fabric of space into view.
  Gravity bends around and around the star burning above,
  Trapping his gaze under its twisting fire.
He forces the vision away, blinking
Once and then twice, then thrice while it lingers.

He breathes in and out
Tucks back a strand of hair glowing red even if there wasn’t light.
Humans see the brightness,
The nameless shade slipping through their thoughts
Slithering down their necks, causing the hair to rise.
When it catches his eye,
When he lets it catch his eye
The dying red star, the one he wasn’t finished slurping down,
Glimmers in those strands of hair.

Once, a very long time ago yet so recently in his memory,
There was a hole, gaping and black
Not quite as empty as humans like to pretend that they are.
Stars and planets, bits of rock with life clinging to the surface
Sliding down, down, down what was once a mouth.
That’s all, everything he was, only a mouth to devour.

His hands clench.
His hands, his feet, his eyes
The mouth closed so very tight
Even if past the lips only round little teeth reside and not
A bottomless abyss.
He might be wrong about that, though
Never could quite build the courage to face a mirror and open wide,
To see if that echoless emptiness still waits inside this carbon-construction of a body.  

He breathes in and out, feels the air slip into lungs
And out again unlike those stars and planets from so long ago.
How was it? How did he become like this?
During that time when his appetite was vast,
Yet he couldn’t have been larger than a drop of ink on a page.
How did he grow, yet become so contained
That the light can strike off this form and not fall into him forever like it did then.

There once was an item of science and a priest of old—
The light, the light that doesn’t fall in like the other rays slips its fingers
Into the maw, pulling its jaw open to the point that it
Cracks and realizes that
Its eating, that’s what it—he is doing
That’s all he’s doing, and he wants more
Not more to eat, but more to existing.
And the light pulls out the half-eaten star,
Weaving the red and the orange and the yellow
Into strands that settle past shaking shoulders.

The memory of what he once was presses down upon him as
He wraps his arms around
Those shoulders that only shiver now
Under the weight of boundaries
That keeps the people walking by from falling into him.
He looks back up
Searching for the light that molded him into this shape.
The sun is too dim though, the rays brushing too weakly against his face
To be whatever god forced him into human limbs.
Who needs character notes and outlines when you can just write a poem. In other words, this is a brief and self-contained concept poem about the personification of a black hole.
giovanna Jun 2022
ele é literalmente o centro
de toda a minha galáxia
tal como um buraco ***** massivo
puxou-me para dentro
e agora é parte de mim
não há lamentações a se fazer
esse evento não é o fim
mas sim, meu recomeço
aprimorei um poema antigo
nunca me vi nele
mas agora posso finalmente
entender oque escrevi
Samir Mohammed Apr 2022
I often look up
When my world is down
To stare at the stars
When no one is around
giovanna Feb 2022
O ar desapareceu dos meus pulmões
Senti como se o hidrogênio tivesse tomado seu lugar
O tempo parou naquele momento e eu me vi em queda infinita
Dentro de um planeta que não tem chão
Dentro de um sentimento sem previsão
Eu corri, e quando senti seus braços, a temperatura derrepente ja passava dos mil
Não contei e nem tive tempo antes que o vento daquela imensa mancha vermelha me levasse consigo
Não há foguete que conseguiria me buscar
Eu não me importaria de chegar ao núcleo
nem mesmo de ser esmagada pela pressão
Então eu suplico, deixe Jupiter me levar
esse poema é especial para mim!
escrevi com base em
memórias que eu tenho da
primeira vez que eu o vi.
meu pitico, meu gatinho, meu yu
te amo.
Literatim Jan 2022
Deep in the void, where light is scarce,
devoid of life and sound
The remnants of a fallen star
fall to an endless ground.

Until they slowly form anew
by force of Newton's formula
Fantastic clouds of gas and dust
in green and red and pink and blue,
known to us as nebula.

Before our eyes, they grow in size,
take shape, and with elation
we're witnessing a cosmic birth –
The Pillars of Creation.

They tower over the abyss,
a glowing trinity
Amidst the universal mist
of darkness and infinity.

Until they finally collapse
and under heat and pressure form
A self-sustaining plasma core
and thus, anew, a star is born.
This poem is inspired by "The Pillars of Creation" (1995), a photograph taken by the Hubble Space Telescope depicting interstellar clouds and dust within the Serpens constellation of the Eagle Nebula.

Disclaimer: By no means do I claim or strive for scientific accuracy, however I did try my best to integrate the information that I could find into this amalgamation of art and science. Hope you enjoy (:
Samir Mohammed Dec 2021
I often lock my eyes
On the sight of the sky
And I stare into the night
Under the glow of moonlight

Through this looking glass
I could see
An entire world out there
Looking back at me
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