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Anais Vionet Jun 20
We’ll hitchhike to mars
on a rocket not a car,
so say your au revoirs.

We’ll steer towards Polaris, the north star
right through the center of the milky-way-bar.
See, the universe is dark and chocolatey.

Stars that glitter like multi-faceted gems,
are just shiny, yellow, peanut M&Ms,
take a handful, if you’d like, they’re free.

We’ll dodge the silhouetted moon,
which is made of enough coconut macaroon,
to make a French confectioner swoon.

As we go streaking, like a comet’s tail,
drag a finger through Saturn’s rings as well,
those are made of marshmallow.

We’ll  pass nebulae made of cotton-kandi,
and here’s a fact Einstein would have found handy,
the speed of light doesn’t apply to candy.
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Ramble on by Toni Jevicky
Ancient empires echo here,
In deep space,
The sounds of far history,
Bleeds in near.

Energy traces from long ago,
Microwaves left from genesis,
Far in the star sea lies a trail to God,
Or an omen of future death.
In space we can still record ancient microwaves left from the big bang, they seeming warp and corrode time. They may even be the final resource we to achieve time travel!
Nico Ponce Jun 9
The silver sky cries and cries
As we lay atop a hill
The wetness piercing through our clothes
Violet sparks shimmer in the distance

A violent affair
Yet not a care

Its tears shield us from a cruel world
And as we cozy on a cushion of emerald blades
The wind sings songs of ancient wisdom
Our shared serenity illuminated by the fire in the sky

A newfound bliss in the vastness of this universe
Unfathomable nothingness beyond us
A spark of light in the endless abyss

And yet…

Of all the planets
Of all the space
Of all time

There’s no place I’d rather be
Than with you
Under the silver sky…
somedumbbitch Jun 11
If I could pull the threads,
that stitched the universe, together...
If I could slip between the tracks,
and barricade myself,
between buoyant clusters, of atoms
would you take note of my absence?
Would you remember I existed?
Would you even register,
the loss of me?
Or would I become as distant,
and extraterrestrial to you,
as a forgotten galaxy,
would you recall little more, than
terra firma, beneath your feet,
and never notice
that there's a hole
in the weeping glass dome,
above you?
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Henryk Jun 2
When we're together I feel as light as Feather

The adventures we share are like something from a Book, who knows where we'll go, do we dare to look.

To speak true it involves Heart, but looking back on it now, where to begin, how to start.

The Wind it comes, she is strong, she is fierce, into my soul her eye doth pierce.

The Weather it changes day by day, but my feelings for you will never sway.
A G Osborne Jun 2
Regenerative,
My little sea star,
Your vast tide pool home
Shows you beauty of
The sun, so distant,
Yet so warm.

Extraordinary,
My little dreamer,
Your thoughts of the sky
Show you glorious
Relatives, bright stars,
Your namesake.
5 syllables per line except for the last of each stanza.
These fleeting moments spent together
More valuable than diamonds or gold
Carrying dreams
Never felt more awake
My words paint stories never told

Play mental movies in mind
You are nowhere to be found
In stillness my universe freezes
World may still be spinning around

You gaze my direction and nerves start tingling
Here I am somehow paralyzed
Harmony a little closer to my grasp
In wisdom you emphasize

When I feel us connect tissue
All my doubts fade away
Causing my anxiety to cease
As seconds go and stay

Like tall grass rustling in breeze
Make my molecules tremble
Soft morning bringing new opportunity
Steady beating of pulses united dissemble

Still anticipating wandering blood droplets
Of heart to hurry back to their route
You are so precious they long to be near
Throughout body slipping trying to get out

With every passing week I grow more attached
Gentle guidance smoothing edges hard
I'll care for you as long as you allow
As quiet comfort blooms in kind regard

You will read this and I just want you to know
Each sentence drowns in sincerity
Keep waiting for me to improve my flaws
I'm aware my actions disappoint you constantly

There is more devotion in my eyes than you realize
Dancing on edge of potential sought
Image takes up so much room in my brain
No space left to fill with any other thought
Your picture has taken up permanent residence in my head :)
Maria Etre May 26
It's not what is left
it's what's meant to be
right?
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