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Tobi May 27
Bright, yet far—
Shining light
I hold dear,
A sacred soul.

A guardian ember,
Luminous as it is—
A heavenly beauty
Yet to be seen.

In darkness, I call:
Canopus, Moon, and Sirius—
Only they I adore,
Only them do I long for.

A path I trek
Only I can see.
The stars shine
To guide me.

A lantern, this lantern—
Only it compares
To the starry night
That I yearn for.

That heaven embraces earth,
That light shines
Even when darkness lurks.
For that, I seek
To call peace.
Would you dance among the stars with me,
Across the opaline galaxy,
And swirl the hem of your sable gown,
Where stardust stirs before falling down?

We’d glide around the rings of Neptune,
Untouched by the distant solar swoon.
His moons could softly light our ballroom,
Suspended where the nebulae bloom.

Triton’s glow will send a silver beam,
Casting shadows in our cosmic dream,
While his frosty crystals, hanging near,
Become our glittering chandelier.

Yet all I seek in this celestial tide
Is not the stars—only you by my side.
For even galaxies collapse and die,
But a love like ours will outlast the sky.

©️2025 David Cornetta

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lizzie May 13
Look at your wrist—see rivers run blue.

A story inked where stars once grew.
Their silent ashes now subdued.

Particles of stardust—softly remain,
Still running, deep in your veins.

Your veins hold secrets—maps unseen,
Where gentle giants once dreamed.

The stardust in your blood,
Leaves a trace—a supernova’s burning grace.
It leaves a memory, so soft and sweet.
A memory, now yours to keep.

Perhaps, you are the breath of stars that soar,
A spark that rises, forevermore.
one of my favorite poems, I truly hope you guys enjoy it :3
Lynn May 11
He called me a star
But how can that be true?
My light is only there when I'm next to you

My dad calls my mom the moon
It's supposed to be romantic but to me he's a fool
The moon is a piece of rock
My mom is the whole world

He hold my hands
And tells me I'm the sun
I don't believe him
But it is true love
JAMIL HUSSAIN May 10
O’ Jamil, how exquisitely thou art graced,
A vision formed of light, of time and space.
Thy beauty, like the dawn’s first whispered sigh,
Doth grace the heavens and adorn the sky.

Thine eyes, like pools of sapphire softly gleam,
Reflecting stars and every secret dream.
Each glance a poem, each look a world apart,
A tale of love inscribed within the heart.

Thy lips, like petals kissed by morning’s dew,
Speak truths so gentle, tender, warm, and true.
In every breath, a symphony doth rise,
A melody that lingers 'neath the skies.

O’ Jamil, thou art the moon’s soft glow,
A beauty only illuminating stars and poets know.
Thy form, a work divine, an art, a prayer,
A timeless grace beyond all mortal care.
A Symphony of Beauty 10/05/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
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yıldız Apr 28
Some souls are like stars in the night,
Calming chaos with gentle light.
No words are needed, just their glow,
A breath of peace, a steady flow.

They shine so rare, a celestial find,
A moment when the heart and mind align.
For in their presence, darkness fades,
And silent comfort softly pervades.

When you discover such a star so bright,
Your mind and heart unite in light.
No longer fighting, just serene,
A cosmic calm, a peaceful dream.
The moon dripped silver on the pool,
Where lotus sighed and waters cooled;
The night was silk, the air was wine,
And she — a flame in wet moonshine.

Her anklets murmured on the stone,
Each step a kiss the earth had known;
Her bare feet slid through rippling light,
Each toe a whisper, soft and white.

She came — her saree clinging thin,
Each breath unveiling folds of sin;
The silk, once proud, now begged to fall,
From aching ******* that answered all.

The breeze, a thief with trembling hands,
Tugged loose her veil's modest bands;
It slipped — then caught upon her curve,
A sigh escaped the watching stars.

Her *******, half-bared, half-shamed, half-bold,
Shifted with breaths too sweet to hold;
Their trembling crowned with dusky tips,
That pressed like prayers against her slips.

Droplets clung to her shivering skin,
Mapped secret paths from breast to chin;
A single bead hung at her throat,
A kiss unsent, a lover’s note.

Her hair, a wet and breathing tide,
Clung heavy to her gleaming side;
It framed her navel’s secret gleam,
Where all the mortals forgot their dreams.

Her glance — suggestive, but knowing well,
The endless thirst her body spelled;
Her laughter, ripe with lush delight,
Promised both mercy — and the night.

Her saree slid, a lover's tease,
Falling lower with every breeze;
A shoulder bare, a trembling hip,
A gasp half-formed upon her lip.

She turned — the water kissed her thighs,
The moon lay broken in her eyes;
Each step a moan, each breath a song,
Each sigh a place where dreams belong.

The sages prayed to stone and sky,
But none could tear away their eye;
For in her sway, in flesh, in flame,
All scriptures crumbled, wept her name.

The sage, who carved his soul in prayer,
Felt every vow dissolve in air;
His beads fell silent from his hand,
Forgotten on the trembling land.

He rose — not saint, not god, but man,
Drawn helpless to her scented span;
Each step he took through the dreamy mist,
Was one more heaven he had missed.

Her smile, half-moon, half mortal sin,
Beckoned him closer, pulled him in;
Her saree trembled against her thighs,
As rivers burned in both their eyes.

The world spun slow — the stars withdrew,
As flesh remembered what was true;
In that one touch, that final sigh,
Even salvation learned to die.

She opened arms of mist and flame,
And called him softly by no name;
No heaven higher, no bond more sweet,
Than where her skin and his breath meet.


Susanta Pattnayak
The
Saga of a great sage and a celestial maiden
Ya hachu skazat— ya ochin tupoy.
Ya ni znayu kak nayti ma-yo zutdba.
Moy Bog. post budit Chronie Chelovek, kak eta krasivya Luna.
Ya magu begat.
Ya magu mnogo sdelat'.
Ya adeen chelovek, chto lubit Chornaya Luna.

.

I want to say— I am very stupid.
I do not know how to find my own destiny.
My God, let it be a Black Person, like a beautiful Moon.
I can run.
I can do a lot.
I am one person, who loves the Black Moon.
Confessional. A deep confessional.
Widad Apr 17
I wear lace like armor, heels like blades,
Lip gloss sharper than your daddy’s blades.
I twirl in silk, then break your pride,
A sugar-coated storm you can't survive.
You wanted soft? I’m softly cruel,
Bat my lashes while I bend the rules.
You prayed for a princess? Oops, I’m the queen,
With a pink smile hiding something mean.
You say I’m “sweet”?
Then why are you scared to sleep?
I haunt your mind in perfume and pearls,
A girly goddess wrecking worlds.
I'm the nightmare in satin and glitter,
The pink poison that makes you bitter.
A dainty danger with diamond claws,
Dancing pretty while I break your laws.
My body’s a temple, my stare’s a spell,
I'm heaven and a touch of hell.
Celestial bodies dress in pink—
We’re everything you fear to think.
I sip champagne while I watch you squirm,
Smile so sweet while I make you burn.
Twirling through chaos in ballet shoes,
This Barbie bites—and you will lose.
I laugh like wind chimes, cut like knives,
Your fragile ego won’t survive.
You thought I was sugar, soft and small?
Darling, I’m the one who ends it all.
You wanted nice? You wanted tame?
But I’m the spark you couldn’t name.
Wrapped in pink, I run the game,
A girly flame you’ll never tame.
I'm the nightmare in satin and glitter,
The pink poison that makes you bitter.
A dainty danger with diamond claws,
Dancing pretty while I break your laws.
My body’s a temple, my stare’s a spell,
I'm heaven and a touch of hell.
Celestial bodies dress in pink—
We’re everything you fear to think.
Donald Trump thinks he’s bold and rich,
But he’s just a scared, misogynist glitch.
Spray-tan clown in a suit too tight,
Cried “fake news” ‘cause truth burns bright.
He built his name on girls' disgrace,
While hiding fear behind his orange face.
Talked like a king, ruled like a joke—
Guess what, Donnie? The throne just broke.
He mocked our rights, laughed at our tears,
But we’ve been rising for centuries, dear.
Your walls? We crush them.
Your lies? We hush them.
Your era’s over, pack your ties—
This is HERstory, and we cut ties.
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