#universe poems on Hello Poetry

OfTheHeart 7d

When our souls blow in the wind

And our memories fill the stars

For our dreams scatter the universe

And dust we’ve returned

For second chances are a myth

All shall rest in the ***** of uncertainty

All but none

They that indulged in the affairs of wine and meat

And those that scraped and lived beneath

For the stars refuse to differentiate

Our achievements made minuscule

For it may seem that life and death are both unfair

Written as I reflected on what lies ahead when our memories fill the stars.

#the #universe #knows

Unpolished Ink May 27

There's A Hole In My Bucket

There are times when life’s knitting unravels
a major diversion in the direction of travel,
not a dropped stitch, or some existential glitch,
but a ****** awful tangle
a wrestle, a fist fight,
a complicated wrangle
a long overdue appointment with fate,
when we can do nothing but sit back and wait
let it run, see it through
think about anything that we can do
to find the loose ends
pick up the pieces
and start to make amends

#fate #life #universe #everything

Pouya May 24

Everything is Just Right

Everything is just right.
Everything is as it should be.
Everything is fine—

Even when it hurts.
Even when it heals.
Even when it doesn’t feel that way.

#zen #tao #nature #universe #energy #spirituality #life

Zywa May 23

[ All my space travels ]

All my space travels

are tragic, going so far --

and getting nowhere.

Poem "Testpiloot" ("Test pilot", 2012, Ingmar Heytze)

Collection "Stream"

#stray #explore #universe

Hebert Logerie May 17

Ma Plume Pleure Du Sang

Ma plume pleure les agonies et les souffrances
De mon peuple qui se noie dans la misère.
Mon stylo stylise les lentes cadences
D’un mendiant qui s’égare au sein de la galère.

Ma voix dénonce la vaine guerre et l’injustice
Qui punissent les plus impotents de la vallée.
Un petit groupe se voit maigrement récompenser,
Quelle honte pour un monde infesté de vices!

Mon pinceau démasque l’inégalité et le déséquilibre
Qui bottinent tout un univers soi-disant libre.
Mes 'rayons laser' brûlent l’iris des aveugles
Qui voient très clair le mini-tableau de mon peuple.

Je suis le gendre du poète lâchement exécuté
Et le petit-fils du plus pauvre empereur assassiné.
J’abhorre la vanité et la mièvrerie de l’homme
Qui se croit supérieur à l’hérisson et à la pomme.

Ma plume pleure pour mon peuple
Qui boit l’absinthe comme un aveugle.
Ma voix emportée, par le vent de la liberté
Est pareille aux soupirs perçants des enfants affamés.

Copyright© 18 Mai 2010, Hebert Logerie, Tous Droits Réservés
Hébert Logerie est l’auteur de quatre recueils de poèmes.

#flag #people #liberty #freedom #hungry #children #misery #peace #universe #poet

Dream May 17

I know God

I know
I know what I am to do
God showed me
Has been showing me
But only today
Do I know.
Let go of all
the sins
that make you human
to try to be like Him.
I can now forgive my brother,
and learn to love again.

#love #god #spiritual #peace #forgiveness #universe

Hebert Logerie May 9

Un Nouveau Pape, Un Nouvel Espoir

Un nouveau Pape
Un nouvel espoir
Adieu au Pape François
Qui a fait un travail merveilleux en tant que Grand Clergé
Comme nous le savons, l'âge ne croit pas aux dynasties
Nous allons, venons et partons comme un baiser
Le sang neuf est nécessaire de temps en temps, aujourd’hui
Et bien sûr, c'est naturel ; ce n'est pas un crime, un délit
Novum papam habemus
Novum spem habemus
Nous avons un nouvel espoir
Nous avons un nouveau Pape
Un nouveau chef pour l'Église catholique
La recherche est terminée, finies la recherche et la polémique
Depuis quelques décennies, aucun homme ni aucune femme n'est éternel
Les Papes récents ont été amicaux, humbles, sincères et universels
Que ce pontife soit meilleur que le précédent
(Pas de quoi rire) Qui est assis au Ciel
En train de classer et de signer ses documents
Où d'innombrables Anges chantent sous les tentes divines
Le monde actuel est plongé dans une situation désastreuse et maligne :
Mensonges, crimes, corruption, expulsions, discrimination et impunité
Bon sang, c'est le moins qu'on puisse dire
Cependant, le monde entier aspire :
À la paix, la paix et la paix
Nous voulons que tous les cauchemars cessent :
L'injustice, les guerres, l’hypocrisie, le racisme, l’intolérance et la pauvreté
Habemus novum spem
Habemus novum papam
Nous avons un nouvel espoir
Nous avons un nouveau Pape
Que Dieu bénisse le nouveau Pontife, la nature et l'humanité !

Copyright © 8 mai 2025, Hébert Logerie, Tous droits réservés.
Hébert Logerie est l'auteur de plusieurs recueils de poèmes.

#pope #pape #church #religion #peace #universe #poetry #hope #heaven #nature

דוידסון סילבה דוראן May 4

Echoes of the Universe

In the night, where the galaxies sway,
Clusters of stars twinkle in a vast embrace,
The Milky Way spirals like an ancient lore,
A river of light flowing through the dark of space.

Time drifts through our grasp,
Fluid like the weave of existence,
Moments stretch to eons,
Memories echoed in the heartbeats of stars.

Dark matter spins an unseen tapestry,
Binding the threads of celestial dreams,
While black holes murmur secrets,
Devouring light, crafting silence in the cosmos.

We gaze upon Andromeda,
A neighbor in this cosmic tide,
Her elliptical form cradles the past,
A mirror of what we’re destined to become.

Supernovas burst with life,
Their explosions painting the sky with dreams,
Each twinkling reflection,
A reminder we’re part of this grand scheme.

In this universe, we are but stardust,
A fleeting thought in the mind of the void,
Yet within us, the echoes of the stars,
Marked by time, yet forever yearning to be whole.

#galacticgroove69 #universe #trending

teju May 3

Confused soul

Confused soul.
A little sad, kind of bored,
still catching sparks in my head.

Twenties feel strange
especially twenty-five,
like I’m walking in shoes
that never really fit right.

Sometimes I wonder
why I think a guy could shift my world,
when most days,
I can’t even shift my mood.

It doesn’t make sense.
Maybe it’s not supposed to.
But who cares,
it’s not even realistic.

The feeling comes in waves:
quiet, weird, a bit silly.
Like I miss someone
I’ve never even met.

I’ve given myself
all the right speeches
be strong,
be your own person.
you don’t need anyone,
just live your life.

But then I think of him.
Whoever he is.
And it all feels soft
and silly again.

Like maybe I’d kiss him,
then laugh,
because it’s all so
embarrassing and human.

I ask the universe, softly,
show me the way.
Maybe I’m not lost,
or totally lost,
just letting
the quiet moments hold me.

#confused #soul #kiss #universe #silly #guy #20s #25 #feeling #mood

Muhammad Sami Sadiq May 3

The Pigeon

I was sitting on a bench,
in a quiet place , a cemetery,
but also a park
where people come to walk,
to jog, to breathe.

Then I saw it,
a pigeon flying down from a tree.
It walked softly on the ground,
its feathers glowing in the morning light.
Black wings,
white chest,
purple and black neck,
white tail,
and feet covered with white feathers.

So beautiful.
I didn’t say it out loud,
but in my heart I admired it.

And then
it looked at me.
Really looked.

And to my surprise,
it flew to me.
Landed on the bench,
right next to me.
Its claws held the metal tightly.
It stared
those red eyes moving,
like it was trying to understand me
from every angle.

It came closer.
And for a second,
I felt something between us.
Our eyes met
and stayed.

Then, quietly,
it flew away.

I don’t know what it was.

Was it God,
answering my silent thoughts?
Or the universe,
reminding me that we are all connected?

It felt like love
but not the kind we see in movies.

No hands.
No words.
Just a moment between a human and a bird.
Real.
Quiet.
Sacred.

Maybe love is like that sometimes
not between lovers,
but between souls.
No need for shape or name.
Just presence.

#love #pigeon #park #universe #god #eyes #feelings