#starless - Hello Poetry

Soft skin And fluffy hair His personality Rare A boy I barely knew Lost in his own world Found himself in his writing Picked up his pen And the words flew Black and white comes too easily Forgets to see past his shadow I try and remind Tiempo When Fate has time A friend made Not so breezily Curls and deep thoughts Late night poems sent Back and forth I’m thankful for my poet friend God-send? Let’s begin.

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Dec 18, 2021

Dec 18, 2021 at 2:23 AM UTC

wildthings

Tiempo’s Poem

Soft skin And fluffy hair His personality Rare A boy I barely knew Lost in his own world Found himself in his writing Picked up his pen And the words flew Black and white comes too easily Forgets to see past his shadow I try and remind Tiempo When Fate has time A friend made Not so breezily Curls and deep thoughts Late night poems sent Back and forth I’m thankful for my poet friend God-send? Let’s begin.

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moon glow written november 27th, 2020 I live in the city where the constant pulse of man-made lights has stolen the stars but the moon still shines an amorphous glowing ball behind a haze of mist hung in this starless sky.

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Nov 28, 2020

Nov 28, 2020 at 7:42 AM UTC

clmathew

moon glow

moon glow written november 27th, 2020 I live in the city where the constant pulse of man-made lights has stolen the stars but the moon still shines an amorphous glowing ball behind a haze of mist hung in this starless sky.

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My eyes were traipsing all across the room, my irked nose was lined with all its corroded details and the charred, foul smell of blood. Where my hands are firmly cradled and the sky is peeking through the cracked window. Am I hopeless? "Just call my name on the edge of the night," My ears wobbled to the melancholy raspy voice of a man telling me before he faded away. I remember him grinning and caressing the tip of my nose, yet I couldn't open my pursed lips. "Call me and I'll run to you," His voice erupted throughout the house. It was like his plump lips were meeting my ears' tips."I really can't!" I whispered. You are too far, Sky. I let my eyes wander through their blurry sight through the starless horizon from which the eclipse was striding into the darkness. The moon is serenading the hurricane, and the gusts of wind whistle and spin, blowing chill bumps through my bones. Rapidly, a familiar sensation surged through my body—my eyes fixed on a spot where I was in the center of the forest, where the flowers were blooming as I sauntered by. I traced my fingertips and remembered that he pulled the flower and ended up dead on his bare fingers. "You know that whatever you touch, it dies?" A faint chuckle I let out. He gazes his eyes into mine, penetrating through my soul, allowing me to drown in his mirror-less eyes. giving me a new illusion of myself, securing me in a sacred paradise. The thunder roared like a thirsty lion. He held my hand, and slowly, he vanished and burned into grey ashes. Where the sky contains a fraction of truth and the heavens have got a hold of time, where the underworld brings chaos and chaos grants powers to mortals. Where he is Sky, eventually named after Death. Where he is mine and there in him lies the future. Where neither gods nor goddesses can intervene. where I could no longer call him "Sky." Only his lingering parts could I hang on to. I closed my eyes and waited for the downpours of the rain. When there is chaos, there is still time. When questions remain unanswered, there is the sky, awaiting your call. When there is existence, there's him, Death. We flew in the sky and he dropped into the lake of lies, and that's when I knew the truth: the gift of chaos is the heavenly realms. And so is the past. And then, there, I locked my eyes with him and, like a phoenix, my soul was greedy for freedom and him, the death of the mirror-less sky. The present. The future. The memories. The loss.

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Aug 14, 2020

Aug 14, 2020 at 2:23 PM UTC

cordelia

The Gift of Chaos

My eyes were traipsing all across the room, my irked nose was lined with all its corroded details and the charred, foul smell of blood. Where my hands are firmly cradled and the sky is peeking through the cracked window. Am I hopeless? "Just call my name on the edge of the night," My ears wobbled to the melancholy raspy voice of a man telling me before he faded away. I remember him grinning and caressing the tip of my nose, yet I couldn't open my pursed lips. "Call me and I'll run to you," His voice erupted throughout the house. It was like his plump lips were meeting my ears' tips."I really can't!" I whispered. You are too far, Sky. I let my eyes wander through their blurry sight through the starless horizon from which the eclipse was striding into the darkness. The moon is serenading the hurricane, and the gusts of wind whistle and spin, blowing chill bumps through my bones. Rapidly, a familiar sensation surged through my body—my eyes fixed on a spot where I was in the center of the forest, where the flowers were blooming as I sauntered by. I traced my fingertips and remembered that he pulled the flower and ended up dead on his bare fingers. "You know that whatever you touch, it dies?" A faint chuckle I let out. He gazes his eyes into mine, penetrating through my soul, allowing me to drown in his mirror-less eyes. giving me a new illusion of myself, securing me in a sacred paradise. The thunder roared like a thirsty lion. He held my hand, and slowly, he vanished and burned into grey ashes. Where the sky contains a fraction of truth and the heavens have got a hold of time, where the underworld brings chaos and chaos grants powers to mortals. Where he is Sky, eventually named after Death. Where he is mine and there in him lies the future. Where neither gods nor goddesses can intervene. where I could no longer call him "Sky." Only his lingering parts could I hang on to. I closed my eyes and waited for the downpours of the rain. When there is chaos, there is still time. When questions remain unanswered, there is the sky, awaiting your call. When there is existence, there's him, Death. We flew in the sky and he dropped into the lake of lies, and that's when I knew the truth: the gift of chaos is the heavenly realms. And so is the past. And then, there, I locked my eyes with him and, like a phoenix, my soul was greedy for freedom and him, the death of the mirror-less sky. The present. The future. The memories. The loss.

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Fearless challenges Tearless crying Loveless relationships Sunless days Starless nights Windowless houses Snowless winters Less is never more.... Brian Hill - 2019 # 262

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Oct 22, 2019

Oct 22, 2019 at 9:21 AM UTC

halfpac11

Less?

Fearless challenges Tearless crying Loveless relationships Sunless days Starless nights Windowless houses Snowless winters Less is never more.... Brian Hill - 2019 # 262

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Have you ever seen a starless sky? Asked the little girl Where when you look up,you see nothing But a blanket of despair An epitome of darkness Cloaked in clouded fear Shrouded little darkened stars A fallen angel's tear The curious girl then looked up Towards the little boy Anticipating his reply Tightly hugging her little toy Do you believe a starless sky Really does exist? Or is it just how you percieve And what your mind insists? Do you think that stars are not there Just because they can't be seen Or maybe they just need more time To light the sky up like how they've been The little boy, full of wonder Questioned back the puzzled girl Saying things that can't be seen Doesn't mean that it's not there You see, the little boy spoke There really is no starless sky It all depends in what we believe And the viewer's eyes

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Oct 20, 2019

Oct 20, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC

voiceless_404

Star(less) Sky

Have you ever seen a starless sky? Asked the little girl Where when you look up,you see nothing But a blanket of despair An epitome of darkness Cloaked in clouded fear Shrouded little darkened stars A fallen angel's tear The curious girl then looked up Towards the little boy Anticipating his reply Tightly hugging her little toy Do you believe a starless sky Really does exist? Or is it just how you percieve And what your mind insists? Do you think that stars are not there Just because they can't be seen Or maybe they just need more time To light the sky up like how they've been The little boy, full of wonder Questioned back the puzzled girl Saying things that can't be seen Doesn't mean that it's not there You see, the little boy spoke There really is no starless sky It all depends in what we believe And the viewer's eyes

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She is a romance magnet And when she walks I can almost see the moon Follow her steps. And when she goes to sleep The night sky goes starless For the stars have no one to shine upon Except her. But me, I am just like the rest. -- Eleanor

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Nov 28, 2015

Nov 28, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC

EleanorRigby

Magnet

She is a romance magnet And when she walks I can almost see the moon Follow her steps. And when she goes to sleep The night sky goes starless For the stars have no one to shine upon Except her. But me, I am just like the rest. -- Eleanor

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Plague rests upon the tips of green leaves Turning them to black with disease Darkness seeps into the fragile sky The stars begin to ascend as the sun slowly dies Tears feed the soil with their woe Rivers are born, of sadness they flow So early war has taken hostage This Earths thick foliage Skin decays and fades away But angry souls do remain Their cadaverous fingerprints left behind As time begins to pass them by Nocturnal night lingering here With death drifting near These people weep They no longer sleep

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Apr 29, 2014

Apr 29, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC

katlyn-orthman

Nocturnal Night

Plague rests upon the tips of green leaves Turning them to black with disease Darkness seeps into the fragile sky The stars begin to ascend as the sun slowly dies Tears feed the soil with their woe Rivers are born, of sadness they flow So early war has taken hostage This Earths thick foliage Skin decays and fades away But angry souls do remain Their cadaverous fingerprints left behind As time begins to pass them by Nocturnal night lingering here With death drifting near These people weep They no longer sleep

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