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KNOWER Nov 2023
as you keep reaching for the stars,
always remember that you too are a star

and speaking of stars...

being a Gemini,
always be mindful of:

your hots and colds,
your highs and lows,
your straights and folds,
your dulls and glows,
your whites and hues,
your yeses and noes...
your reds and blues,

just never lose sight of the "Gem In You"
... a freestyle poem presented to my Gemini of a sister at her graduation celebration party...
I am the ram
and you are the moon,
or at least that’s what
we’re told.

My footing stays precise,
to help leap across large gaps
or swiftly tackle obstacles,
avoid a potential mudslide
or traverse rocky waters.

But now the tide is shifting,
as your relentless core
pulls my heart above the earth
where I can see a haze of
lush mountaintops, free from the
uncertainty of life on the rocks.

I’ve seen this magic before,
but this time it looks
too real.
To my moonlit muse; for a Cancer.
ZL Apr 2021
Fire signs should we press rewind?
You moved too fast:
In competition with time.
You touched my body,
Made love to my mind.
But you burned my heart,
You could never be mine.

Water signs should we start again?
Emotions you play and always win.
Your love is perfect, beauty a ten.
But there is some emotional reason I can't let you in.

Earth signs, you're the king of crossing the line.
It's never your fault; deaf, dumb, and blind.
Greedy, selfish, manipulaters who I bet are just fine.
Of all the bad guys, you're the worst kind!

I am LIBRA, daughter of KARMA
*She said never again shall another one harm her
nif May 2020
your gross
you Capricorn
never let you be the host
your gross

clean up
like how hard is it
harder than living locked up?
surrounded by stuff?

not my responsibility
you have some too you know
we both have to do our part
fill my heart with humility
when the family visits

living without tranquility
**** this nasty
like seriously
you talk big classy

you think I'm sassy?
tough
I am so over it
clean up
Capricorn
please
Michelle do your dishes
Cayley Raven Mar 2020
You don't know what it's like
to be born under late june's sun,
even though it's dark outside
and the moon is shining so bright
it could claim the lion's throne.
You don't know what it's like
to be a Cancer's child,
to hear the lions roar.
This is about my zodiac sign,  I am a Cancer with moon in Leo and I often feel misunderstood and choose to close into my own little world. I don´t expect anyone to understand this either.
Nigdaw Dec 2019
my horoscope holds the truth
star predicted fateful path
governed by the alignment of planets
and the honesty of their course
I cannot escape fate
it's all been written
as an actor I take my part
lines written to the end
of the universe
even this poem is up there somewhere
if you look hard enough
Emma Apr 2019
Salut—welcome to Madam’s little fortune shop
Where you can see your own fate within an incense drop
My horns shimmer with necklaces that defeats all hexes
And my weapon is a skull of luck for both of the sexes
Now come and rest your left palm on this pentagram
I assure you that this is not a satanic scam
Cards shall give out a tale born from your consequences
As well as the horoscope that’ll mess with all five senses
I can pin a previous life and death within a single scar
I can name all your relatives as far as ones in alcazar
Withdraws are The Sun, The Moon, The Lovers, The Fool,
Listen to the revelations of storylines on your stool
With the Debut of Temperance, The Devil, the Hierophant,
Listen to the ways to avoid a man who is a sycophant
Pick a number from any of my twelve golden coins
To reveal a former lover that one day you shall rejoin
Now kindly look past the glimmers of my crystal ball
And you’ll see just how much your fortune can rise or fall
Last month, I asked a few artists if I could make poems based off their work, but I never got the chance...Until now. This poem is based on this lovely stockwork mashed up by Jasminira from DeviantArt: https://www.deviantart.com/jasminira/art/Predictor-785894696. I think this might be the best poem I've ever written, even more than Stringed Girl, tbh. Hope you guys enjoyed this.
Maria Etre Apr 2019
I read my horoscope
each morning
thinking I have a glimpse
into the future

Little did I know
that stories change
when the writer
does
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