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An eye awoke; the cosmos caught aflame,
Glowing stars gathered—each none quite the same.
Her eyes, like sparks, called him by tender names,
And in that gaze, the night shed all its claims.

The moon chased from every direction,
Lost in orbit of her sweet affection.
No silver light could dare compete,
With the fire that made his heart complete.
Flame of a Thousand Eyes 17/08/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Aadya 2d
i won’t call you the sun.
you don’t hurt my eyes,
or blind me with your light.
you shine spectacularly,
but in a gentler sense—
like cherry blossoms,
ornamental in essence,
never promising sweet fruit
even if i help you grow.
but i don't expect any really,
i just want to admire your beauty
from the shadow you provide.

you’re not the moon, either.
you don’t need to borrow light—
you burn bright on your own.
your dark spots
don’t define your beauty;
your talent, your smile,
your infectious laugh,
your thoughts and care
outshine any flaws—
though honestly,
i don’t see any at all.

you are the nebulae.
beautiful and multicolored,
more than the eye can see,
more than the mind can reach.
you carry galaxies in your eyes—
light green and yellow-brown,
like forests and deserts,
the beauty of the earth
and the wonder of the universe
meeting in one gaze.

you are the stars.
seemingly small,
yet impossibly immense;
seemingly rare,
yet impossibly dense.
the only star i look at
like a sailor looks at the north star—
an essential on the sea,
guiding him home.

you are the mystery
that makes me trace lines in the sky,
connecting dots,
trying to find meaning
in what’s before me.
i want to understand you,
but you are so beautifully complex.
i used to think i was smart,
but you make me want to be better.
you are poetry—
the kind i cannot fully understand,
the kind with a thousand meanings,
and none i can settle on.
Shane 3d
You observe a shadowy figure
Crouched on weathered planks
Staring into the depths
Of the ocean's vast embrace

The stars shine overhead
And a sliver of the moon
Reflects on crested waves

You watch the figure stand
Then take a haunting step
And vanish from the light

A view so picturesque
That most may never know
What remains
Beneath the surface
Many say Curiosity killed the cat,
When in reality our world is built off it.
Curiosity is the reason we crossed the ocean.
It is the reason we look to the stars.
It is the why we seek to adventure,
To better ourselves as we do.
Curiosity is why we strive for answers.
It is why we understand gravity.
It is the why we read,
The why we draw,
The why we look for more.
Curiosity pushes the boundaries of our world,
While simultaneously writing the rules.
The rules that are then tested by another.
Without Curiosity,
Our world would be stuck.
The Earth would still be flat.
The Sun would still revolve around us,
And the Stars would still be white dots in the sky.
Without Curiosity,
It would still be thought
That wolves howled to the moon
Because it is their lost love.
Donny 7d
There used to be 7 sisters
They love to dance and sing
There were close, even as kids
They would play and swing


Their names were many
But let's start with the first
Phaedra, the sister of strength
She was never easy to coerce


Then there was the second
Luna, sister of dance
Every night by the fire
The others saw her prance


This girl was just as great
Estella, sister of song
When she sung
Everyone sang along


Now with the 4th
Ilta, sister of art
People would see her work
And feel it deep in their heart


The 5th is the next
Ayla, sister of story
Full of joy and pain
Always end in glory


6 was always around
Diana, sister of care
If someone was sick
She'd be there


But the last one is hard
For both you and me
Eira, girl of nothing
Yeah, the others are surprised too



She tried to move
But would fall
She tried to sing
But it always hit a wall


Eira tried to be like the others
But she felt small and shy
So while the others were asleep
She hid in the sky



The 6 sisters woke up
And looked and tried
But after years of searching
They began to cry



But little do they know
Eira was great
She was watching the others
Changing the star's fate


Eira isn't mad
But sad and hurt
Maybe one day
She'll leave her yurt


And dance with her sisters
Like she was born to do
Because they love each other
All the way, through and through
um. I like stars.
greatsloth Aug 8
Stars looked like glowing sands
Down here—far, far below;
Cities too radiate a blinding hope
Gazed beyond the fields and hills;
Beauty oozes out of a distant thing,
Meter and miles allures the mind.
The night is drawing to a close
And the stars are slowly fading
Like a frame of negative that hasn’t been developed
Both are erasing by the light
But I have this picture in my mind
And the stars will appear again
On the sky or somewhere
Nobody knows yet.

Heavy clouds has covered the firmament
I am looking for some bright spot on it
There’s nothing, what a disappointment
It’s time for developing my images
Safely stored inside my heart
As a writer starts typing his new pages
A delicious story, passionate, smart
Am I ready yet?

I am blind in a dark room
That I've built to bring my pictures to life
To look at my stars, the pictures I have took  
And I almost lost, foolish, too brave
But the seeds of light will appear soon,
They’r going to assemble my images in while
I can't wait to see them, how do they look
Now or not yet?

The small miracle of creation has begun
I see my constellations again
Even though the sky is cloudy
Look there, at your skin
Thousand stars cover thy shoulders
Let me discover more of them
I will find small cosmos on your body
It has to be done yet.

There’s no time to be late
Before cold reason defeats my burning desire
And like a black hole destroys all the space
I won’t lost it on my discovering race
Lots of frames I have to collect still
And I am afraid, that my film negative will expire
Please believe in my observing skill
I can’t let thou go, not yet.
Yashkrit Ray Aug 7
Not gone,
You are just farther,
Far from me.
When it gets darker,
You are just farther.
Hanging in the expanse
Like a crystal.
Staring at your home,
You are not gone.

An extra in the collection.
A collection of infinite
Sea of stars,
And pages of memory.
Some packed in my skull,
Some hanging out
Like a treasury.
Staring at your home,
You are not gone.
In loving memory of my grandma....................
Zywa Aug 7
The revolving stars

run their show in outer space --


without a juggler.
Collection "web tissue"
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