#comet
The comet rises
on the sky full of roses
little stars shining
hardly making poses
It must come down
as a sign for people
to make a wish
to keep dreaming
a reminder
we can do whatever
we want
no matter how hard
it seems.
So don’t waste time
make a wish
to remember who you were
before they did you
like this.
Stop the conditioning, you’re free
you’re the whole galaxy
the sky
the stars
the planets
the space in between
You are who you want to be.
You are the comet
you are the wish
you can enlighten the world
or you can blow it up
it's your choice
remember
it comes once
in a million years.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 3:09 PM UTC
Glowing far beneath a band of burning crystal,
He drifted through silence, heartbroken and distal—
A whisper of frost left behind by trailing light,
As the comet passed far above in endless night.
He sang to distant suns, though they raised no refrain;
His voice, just a glimmer beneath the comet’s train.
No orbit, no axis, in his celestial drift—
Just the chill of pale starlight, too distant to shift.
Yet, far on the curve of the comet’s silver flare,
She wandered through silence, though as yet unaware—
A shimmer in motion and untouched by regret,
Her path not his own, though it had not diverged yet.
Though light-years apart in their transcendent array,
A trace of astral longing had altered her way,
Their paths, though still distant, were to cross in the night,
Beneath the comet, passing by in stellar flight.
©️2025 David Cornetta
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May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 2:35 PM UTC
so, if you happen to pass by,
be not an aurora but a meteorite.
crash gates and leave a mark,
meet me at a crater in my heart.
my bright burning star,
tell me about your journey,
where you travel high and far
to come to me again like Halley's.
i will watch you do wonders,
for my love does not tire.
even if the world is in reverse,
noir or iridescent, you love i.
Dec 22, 2024
Dec 22, 2024 at 9:51 AM UTC
scattershot strikes as a shattered damocloid
sending warning ripples through clouds
glimpses of sundered villages atop cumuli
not a gasp among the crowd
Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 5:11 AM UTC
Touch the stars tarnished with ancient dust
Gaze at the moon, round with the suns love
Of reflections thousands of miles away
As the incandescent comets fly and sway
And the planets hovering still around
Towards the suns rays they chance a bow
In the frigid darkness, silent in space
The stillness frosts the air like the most delicate lace
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 5:02 PM UTC
It was rather beautiful the way
he put her insecurities to sleep.
The way he dove into her eyes
and chased away her fears
the way a tail chases it's
comet across a pitch-black sky.
Her eyes became a galaxy and
he could see the dreams she kept
coiled beneath her bones.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 9:48 PM UTC
Shadow
Light
No one
in sight
Comet
Star
I am too
Far
Moon
Sky
I wish I could
Fly
Rays
Sun
I cant so Ill
Run
Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 6:34 PM UTC
Hit me with that difference
between nodes and cores
and processors, between
being me and being sure.
Tell me again how to
calculate it, I missed the
first time, don’t shout--
remind me the difference
between comets and asteroids
and meteors, and how computers
and space are not the same
because to me it’s all voids--
the Perseids could be anything
as long as I get to watch
something else burn as it falls.
Aug 13, 2020
Aug 13, 2020 at 10:42 PM UTC
Though you have only been here for a short while,
you’ve shown me a glimpse of your wondrous mind.
You made me see beauty in every speck of every mile,
and I will always compare you to all the beauties I find.
Jul 30, 2020
Jul 30, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
Once
every few
thousand years,
a comet
fades into view
at an hour some call
“unholy”.
It hangs
out of place,
not a moon and not
quite a star,
a wisp of incandescence
I never saw.
We talked
for light-years
over soup,
word-danced
on an empty rooftop.
The glow remains,
no matter how far
apart we orbit
through cold and godless
space,
past new worlds
we’ll never know.
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 11:50 PM UTC
I watched her eyes
like I gazed at the stars
trying to discover
the constellations of her heart
I watched with wonder and awe
how she glowed and smoldered in the light
while only appearing cold as comet ice
Her sight ravished me to no end
as she gracefully lit the night sky
but saddened I couldn't reach her
I could not fly
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
I was once a Comet
Racing through space in a blind fury
Towards some unknown goal that was so much bigger than I
That I stay trapped in an orbit so super massive
Everywhere I go and everything I see becomes the first time I've seen it
I was once a Comet.
My light burned so brightly everyone within hundreds of thousands of miles could see
And they watched as I accelerated with joy and pride in their hearts
Making wishes and hoping the universe grants it
I was once a Comet
And because I was unable to see myself
I believed them when they said I was on fire
That I was some ever burning torch
Destined to give my light for millennia.
I was once a Comet
And as I traveled, my mass decreased
Bits of stone and ice were lost as my stardust began to strike stagnant meteors and debris
I began to slow
My light became dim
I no longer receive the wishes of the people.
Their cries of pride and joy are a ghost to me now
A shadow of a phantom
I no longer feel the warmth from my travels
And as my light fades
And I blend into the eternal, ever stretching black sheet that is our universe
I will always remember
I was once a Comet.
Jun 24, 2020
Jun 24, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC
Step Into Starlight
by Michael R. Burch
Step into starlight,
lovely and wild,
lonely and longing,
a woman, a child . . .
Throw back drawn curtains,
enter the night,
dream of his kiss
as a comet ignites . . .
Then fall to your knees
in a wind-fumbled cloud
and shudder to hear
oak hocks groaning aloud.
Flee down the dark path
to where the snaking vine bends
and withers and writhes
as winter descends . . .
And learn that each season
ends one vanished day,
that each pregnant moon holds
no spent tides in its sway . . .
For, as suns seek horizons—
boys fall, men decline.
As the grape sags with longing,
remember—the wine!
Originally published by The Lyric. Keywords/Tags: step, starlight, woman, child, childhood, maturation, night, comet, moon, tides, winter, season, grape, longing, wine
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 12:10 AM UTC
I remember it like yesterday
50 years back, more or less
She was singing with an old guitar
She wore a faded yellow dress
She sang songs about rebellion
of love and hate and less
She was singing with an old guitar
She wore a faded yellow dress
She lit up the world
In 1971
She burned bright as a comet
She was there, and then...was done
The bar was almost empty
Most nights it was I guess
She was singing with an old guitar
She wore a faded yellow dress
I remember when she saw me
We connected, I confess
She was singing with an old guitar
She wore a faded yellow dress
She lit up the world
In 1971
She burned bright as a comet
She was there, and then...was done
Word spread out about her
She was primed to have success
She was singing with an old guitar
She wore a faded yellow dress
An agent came and watched her
A low life lizard known as Jess
She was singing with an old guitar
She wore a faded yellow dress
She lit up the world
In 1971
She burned bright as a comet
She was there, and then...was done
Promises were made to her
She heard his pitch, and she said yes
She was singing with an old guitar
She wore a faded yellow dress
I saw her climb the charts that year
She was a shell, a real hot mess
She no longer had an old guitar
She now wore hot pants, not a dress
She lit up the world
In 1971
She burned bright as a comet
She was there, and then...was done
You could see she was a puppet
A golden goose for lizard Wes
She no longer had an old guitar
She now wore hot pants, not a dress
I heard she died, an overdose
I wasn't shocked, I must confess
They buried her in Hollywood
She wore a faded yellow dress
She lit up the world
In 1971
I remember her old guitar
And her faded yellow dress
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
The stars so beautiful, filled with beauty and light,
Sparkling and shining so bright,
Up in the vast starry beautiful night,
Oh, what a beautiful wondrous sight…
The wolfs howl at the moon,
The stars are so beautiful, the night far from noon,
The beautiful night is starry while the air being windless and cool,
To anyone who never seen stars, this beauty will make the person drool…
A comet zooms above in the night sky,
Speeding so fast, up so high,
A bunny hops by, such a little cutie,
An owl hoots by me, maybe like me too, enjoying the beauty…
The grass sways from the breeze,
As I stare at the sky I freeze,
The stars are so beautiful, like little sparkling white gems,
It's the Almighty One's creation, and the stars are one of His beautiful emblems…
The night sky, full of galaxies and inspiration,
I stare in awe, at the Almighty One's creation.
The oaks below the stars, lit by the soft gentle light of the moon,
As I stare in wonder, I know I will fall asleep soon…
I watch how a few light purple clouds by the moon pass,
I smile, laying by my camp tent on the cool Spring grass,
My eyelids start closing slowly over my eyes,
Closing my view from the beautiful night skies…
I fall asleep gently and slowly, my dreams showing me paranomas of the sky,
The wolfs howl at the moon, a bunny munches on the grass, while the owl hoots and soars so high,
Seen clearly by the beauty above,
While I miss the view by sleeping like a happy warm dove…
-Mishka Wayz
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
I'm falling through the atmosphere,
Burning up, scorching my skin
Unstoppable, to my own demise.
But is it really death to be free?
Stuck between gravity and a hard place
I let go, and flare up majestically.
I'd rather be a shooting star
Ephemeral and destructive
Than a prisoner of my own fate.
I'm dropping down, and out.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 3:04 AM UTC
Hale-Bopp’s fly-by
midnight stroll St. Simons beach-
lovers gently kiss
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
my lungs are made of sunbleached storms
and unfinished poems,
stalled and trapped in a cycle
of kisses under the disco lights
and muddled
phonograph records;
it's been so long
since they last sealed
my comets shut;
its ice, dust,
ammonia, sadness,
now trying to spill
out of my chest
every time i sigh a word.
that's what club music is good for;
they mask the sound
of breaking down;
the sound of
bodies and meteors
falling apart;
each noise drowns out
my unsent letters,
and restroom meltdowns,
and my voice, saying your name
over and over and over again
as i come undone
on a stranger's lap.
he looked almost just like you —
and then he didn't.
and my comets almost all stayed,
but they didn't.
and i was almost just alive —
and then i wasn't.
honey, the world got us all wrong —
brewing ***** noise
and ash-brown eyes
across the floor —
it's happiness until it isn't;
in the end,
we're still comets
melting into solar flares
and forlorn figures
that never make it home.
the music fades.
the glasses fall.
it's 8 am, and we still wake up
to the suntrails of all the things we'd lost.
Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 11:38 PM UTC
_Going seventy thousand miles an hour.
Our comet is increasing in speed, building up power.
We are exiting the solar system.
We will never look back, never miss them.
I will never get bored on a celestial object, in a lonely space if you are with me, and our love is the subject in a star full place._
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
I am nothing to no-one.
Like a comet, you cannot find me.
Only catch a glimpse.
Out of the corner of your eye.
As I disappear in a blink.
To someone else's space.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 4:41 PM UTC
She drifts in and out of lives
a stray comet offering brief illumination
before setting off on another lap about the world.
how are you so heartless,
asks the earth of her lofty voyage,
here to spark heat and small hopes,
the nonchalant aftermath of your visit,
only to leave as a flash in the night.
oh to stay a comet-
if you move fast enough,
it's easy to forget you are dust in orbit,
if you move fast enough
you are not heartless but frozen,
in constant motion to forget
your heart only exists on earth,
in those fleeting moments where you allow the ice to melt.
Jan 9, 2019
Jan 9, 2019 at 9:39 PM UTC