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The uniVerse Mar 2020
I would sleep for a thousand weeks
if those dreams of you I could keep
over and under I wander
my dreamland of wonder
where your beauty never fades
my nights I would never trade, for days
let us live amongst the stars
I would be content just to stare
at you, with you, us two
everything would appear new
from loves point of view
the hearts aperture
needs nothing more
if only the dreams of you to keep
I would lay down my pen
and my tongue no more speak
as your love is heaven sent
you bare the fragrance of heavens scent
I wear your perfume like a second skin
your stardust has become my lint
oh love, my star, my dream
let me keep
I close my eyes and sleep.
Just another poem about lost love.
Amanda Mar 2020
The stardust I came from
is no match for the explosion
in the universe that I'll create.
Kaitlin Jan 2020
That soil
From which we grew.
And to which we will return.
To stardust.
To twinkle.
And tidal pool soup.

That soil
Our always mother
who will take us back
to bark.
To worms.
And stars.
Grey Dec 2019
She opens a basket
Letting stardust spill across our laps
And light the darkness
Surrounding us.
┍━━━━━━━☟━━━━━━━┑
ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ'ˢ ᵍʳᵃˢᵖ
ˢᵗᵃʳᵈᵘˢᵗ ᵖᵃᶦⁿᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃˡˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ
ᵀʷᵒ ᵇᵒᵈᶦᵉˢ ᵉⁿᵗʷᶦⁿᵉᵈ.
┕━━━━━━━☝︎━━━━━━━┙
Colm Nov 2019
Falling stars always appear so far
So bright as they burst with their last dying light
How crazy is it to think that we, humanity
May see, but will never feel, their burning light

(4LINE)
Just writing about what's beyond the sky

The Vision - That Last Second Sight Of Some Stardust Burning Up
Virginia Eden Nov 2019
What we call magic
is merely the set of tools left over
from the spiraling eddies of Creation
and picked up by Poets.
Poets, who can transmute the dross and tedium of life
into the gold of enduring art,
who can sing the sky into existence
and the stars to sleep
whose words are eventually eaten up by ravenous Time
and spit out like sour grapes onto the ground,
left to rot.
Poets, who will write
until the only ones left to read
are languishing gods
and unraveling stardust.
KV Oct 2019
You See plain brown eyes
And acne covered skin
I see the earth after a rainy day
And a sky l i t t e r e d with
c o n s t e l l a t i o n s

You think I'm loud
And that I have no brain
But I have lungs of g o l d
And s t a r d u s t in my veins

You see stretch Marks
You see fat
I see a warrior
With stories to l i v e
Stories to w r i t e
Stories to t e l l

You think I'm boring, plain, ugly
But I know I'm beautiful
And that's enough for me to stay
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