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Raena 5m
O' North and shining star alight,
In darkest night, you point the way
Towards your most resplendent sight.
I will not stray in storm or sea,
For heaven will be guiding me
To flee, to fight, to live another day.
I threw my heart at you
and you struck
a home run
and placed
it among
the
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The stars will not align
Everything
That has ever meant anything
Is taken and I'm left with the rind

You can't combat loss
It will touch you
Change you and destroy you
There will never be enough fingers to cross

Didn't expect it to be easy
But this is too much
How do I go on?
The one thing my failures have in common is me

Life can always be worse
But that means it can be better
I'm not that trend setter
The is starting to feel like a curse

©2024
Gerald Oct 19
You are
so full of light.

The ones
that fail to see
your sparkle can close
their eyes.
@catch.inthe.dark
Boris Cho Oct 16
Tonight’s super moon,
shines brighter than The Harvest;
Welcome, The Hunter.

— Sincerely, Boris
Ayesha Zaki Oct 11
As I board the boat
of silent destruction and pain,
I watch it sail far away--
blurring into the haze of mist,
becoming one of the many stars
that may have shared the same fate.
Should've realized before the boat had departed.
Klausyuer Oct 7
"
When the slumbering sun sinks beneath moonlit rays,
Stars twinkle like glistening ocean pearls in the midnight haze.

An ice-cold lemonade breeze whispers through trees,
Tingling my skin, as humans huddle in cotton sheets.
Wolves prowl free through the slumbering wood,
While cats stretch in streets, drifting like air.
Galaxies flicker, soft as fireflies' light,
Cascading dreams through the soothing night.

Shooting stars glide, painting rainbow trails,
Rivers of dreams flow upon Twilight's reverie.
Whispers of lullabies rustle through trees,
As crickets’ soft song carries on the breeze.

The moon, a silver sun, hums from above,
Its silky rays pat the earth,
Casting soft shadows in a dance that I love.
Each breath I take releases my lingering fears,
As the world holds its breath, still, in midnight’s sphere.
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Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
Trying to mimic the experience you get at night
Ayesha Zaki Oct 7
The stars are tears
shed by the Universe,
as it yearns for an ounce of solace
in the vast, empty place above
where it's accustomed to survive,

Despite an obscure reluctance
we've all grown too familiar with--
burden heavy on its shoulders,

In spite of young children
wishing upon it every time the moon ascends,
revealing its ephemeral, yet foolish glow.
we're similar to it in more ways than one, are we not?
Boris Cho Oct 3
Beneath the canvas of the night,
My fingers trace the arc of the stars above;
their gentle glow recalling the shape of you,
as if the sky mirrored your grace.

Orion rises, bold and timeless,
its figure echoing your silhouette,
an hourglass carved by light and shadow,
each star a freckle, a scar, a wrinkle in time.

I let my fingers slowly drift,
connecting these celestial points,
as if by touch I might reveal
the world’s most sacred design;
your beauty woven among the stars.

Though the sky holds you just beyond my reach,
still I trace away, mapping your constellation,
forever etched in the motion of the cosmos,
where even distance cannot dim the shine of your light.

— Sincerely, Boris
For my friend Olivia. 💕
Erwinism Oct 2
There is a constellation that knows you well, a piece of heaven that saw you take your first steps,
a clusters of stars that watched you fall asleep and hushed you when you dreaded the burst of darkness overhead.
They knew your story.
They sang your lullabies.
They fished out the moon out of the lake and washed off its impurities so you can hold soft light in your hands.
They braved the rabid bites of winter so they can fill your pockets with the sun.
They’ve always wanted you to sail North, away from the wasteland polluted with emptiness, upstream in a kayak, where the lakes sing your name.
Until like most stars, you dipped your toes in the pond and burnt out.
The stars they call you—reignite once again.
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