"aldebaran" poems - Hello Poetry

You turn me on, you make me misty-eyed, My nascent science of love, years back, When I followed you downstream, to bloom it began, The sight of flowers blossom, in earnest we did invest, Your frail hands, soft and tender, Your electric touch, skin-deep not, You taught me to watch the stars, in reflection I wondered, The Antares and Aldebaran, caught my sigh, Provoked, you opened the gates to your heart, You filled me in, you turned me on, Oh the Aroma, and the beauty to behold, Two star-crossed lovers, As breath-taking as the Maasai Mara, we opened to a new world Full of life, Full of energy, Reasons why you turn me on!

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Jul 9, 2013

Jul 9, 2013 at 5:08 AM UTC

hassan-haji

You Turn Me On

You turn me on, you make me misty-eyed, My nascent science of love, years back, When I followed you downstream, to bloom it began, The sight of flowers blossom, in earnest we did invest, Your frail hands, soft and tender, Your electric touch, skin-deep not, You taught me to watch the stars, in reflection I wondered, The Antares and Aldebaran, caught my sigh, Provoked, you opened the gates to your heart, You filled me in, you turned me on, Oh the Aroma, and the beauty to behold, Two star-crossed lovers, As breath-taking as the Maasai Mara, we opened to a new world Full of life, Full of energy, Reasons why you turn me on!

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I know the stars by their names, Aldebaran, Altair, And I know the path they take Up heaven’s broad blue stair. I know the secrets of men By the look of their eyes, Their gray thoughts, their strange thoughts Have made me sad and wise. But your eyes are dark to me Though they seem to call and call — I cannot tell if you love me Or do not love me at all. I know many things, But the years come and go, I shall die not knowing The thing I long to know.

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Sara Teasdale

I Know the Stars

I know the stars by their names, Aldebaran, Altair, And I know the path they take Up heaven’s broad blue stair. I know the secrets of men By the look of their eyes, Their gray thoughts, their strange thoughts Have made me sad and wise. But your eyes are dark to me Though they seem to call and call — I cannot tell if you love me Or do not love me at all. I know many things, But the years come and go, I shall die not knowing The thing I long to know.

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they moved as they always have with stumbling scraping steps that gradually become less confused my first memory was their eyes pale, strangely large, filled with hunger, searching and their hair floating wild in the night echoing their desperate movements now I see them emerging from the fogs of memory their waving hands long fingered with nails like claws turning their heads from side to side seeking stumbling down the darkened passages tortured when they found the moon they scorned it rejected the pale ghost of the sun they wanted nothing less than the great furnaces of the skies Aldebaran, Deneb, Altair, Rigel, Alpha-Centari but they searched in tunnels far from the freedom of the night leading to false paradigms and delusional discoveries where they expected unrefuted clarity they exposed schemes and lies still they searched until their strength was almost done until, at the penultimate door in terror, they found themselves. From the Illustrated Zombies 2010

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Nov 6, 2011

Nov 6, 2011 at 3:34 AM UTC

gary-gibbens

Starhunters

they moved as they always have with stumbling scraping steps that gradually become less confused my first memory was their eyes pale, strangely large, filled with hunger, searching and their hair floating wild in the night echoing their desperate movements now I see them emerging from the fogs of memory their waving hands long fingered with nails like claws turning their heads from side to side seeking stumbling down the darkened passages tortured when they found the moon they scorned it rejected the pale ghost of the sun they wanted nothing less than the great furnaces of the skies Aldebaran, Deneb, Altair, Rigel, Alpha-Centari but they searched in tunnels far from the freedom of the night leading to false paradigms and delusional discoveries where they expected unrefuted clarity they exposed schemes and lies still they searched until their strength was almost done until, at the penultimate door in terror, they found themselves. From the Illustrated Zombies 2010

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I saw her in a vision amongst the stars & I must be going nuts. My mind does this, seems to play tricks on me, am I a little bit crazy? From time to time, I feel it slipping, I feel like I'm from another place, from outside our system, from another galaxy, one seen far across the dark night skies that disappear when the sun rises. But I do feel the pull, so many of them twinkling between constellations, the lure of the stars beckoning me & inside my pocket, I hold a tin version of authority, the type the runners carry to maintain universal law and order. O traveler tell me, please tell me Aldebaran exists. Tell me this is not some strange dream, a sick joke played on me by the lady born under the sign of Taurus. O, tell me she's real.

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Mar 27, 2014

Mar 27, 2014 at 5:28 AM UTC

jonny-angel

GeeZ LouisE

I saw her in a vision amongst the stars & I must be going nuts. My mind does this, seems to play tricks on me, am I a little bit crazy? From time to time, I feel it slipping, I feel like I'm from another place, from outside our system, from another galaxy, one seen far across the dark night skies that disappear when the sun rises. But I do feel the pull, so many of them twinkling between constellations, the lure of the stars beckoning me & inside my pocket, I hold a tin version of authority, the type the runners carry to maintain universal law and order. O traveler tell me, please tell me Aldebaran exists. Tell me this is not some strange dream, a sick joke played on me by the lady born under the sign of Taurus. O, tell me she's real.

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*She is the most attentive person That I know. So I am winking At her. I do not really know Which star at night Reminded me of her Just like before. Sirius, Rigel, Vega, Aldebaran-- I do not recall a star that-- That does not look back, She cannot see me anymore, Just looking, staring at her, This way. God, She's so beautiful. She is the harpist of my life. She feels more than ever. She longs for shapes, sizes, and textures. What a cute baby... Her hand is fond Of my hand, memorizing The intricate lines and features, Telling my future. You can tell what she really is. She smiles despite of. She is literally wind, monsoon, Literal dark and light, A soul, a window. She is literally blind. She is literally love. She is the most attentive love That I know.* © 2014 J.S.P.

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Nov 8, 2014

Nov 8, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC

jspua

So I am Winking At Her

*She is the most attentive person That I know. So I am winking At her. I do not really know Which star at night Reminded me of her Just like before. Sirius, Rigel, Vega, Aldebaran-- I do not recall a star that-- That does not look back, She cannot see me anymore, Just looking, staring at her, This way. God, She's so beautiful. She is the harpist of my life. She feels more than ever. She longs for shapes, sizes, and textures. What a cute baby... Her hand is fond Of my hand, memorizing The intricate lines and features, Telling my future. You can tell what she really is. She smiles despite of. She is literally wind, monsoon, Literal dark and light, A soul, a window. She is literally blind. She is literally love. She is the most attentive love That I know.* © 2014 J.S.P.

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Memories of a distant star Your love is near Yet you are far Oh to what lengths I would have traveled To see you in the stars unraveled But the world was cruel And time was too Plucking me away from you So now I stare At that distant light That once we watched Together at night

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Jul 12, 2016

Jul 12, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC

hadrian-veska

Aldebaran

Memories of a distant star Your love is near Yet you are far Oh to what lengths I would have traveled To see you in the stars unraveled But the world was cruel And time was too Plucking me away from you So now I stare At that distant light That once we watched Together at night

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Moon, drench me in December. Feed me the briar, Trail the icicles of gravity down my spine. Ground me in this hardened dormant soil. Give me witch hazel flowers sprouting from my hair. Adorn me with Yule's gown of brown and gray. Speckle my eyes with Mercury's shadow, Give me Owl's voice, Crow's rigid wing. Bejewel my crown of dried Oak leaves With Taurus' red eye Aldebaran, Beetlejuice, and Andromeda's armspan. Embellish me with a solemnity of solitude So that my soul can sing in these hours of renewal.

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Dec 20, 2016

Dec 20, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC

little-wren

Ode to Winter

Moon, drench me in December. Feed me the briar, Trail the icicles of gravity down my spine. Ground me in this hardened dormant soil. Give me witch hazel flowers sprouting from my hair. Adorn me with Yule's gown of brown and gray. Speckle my eyes with Mercury's shadow, Give me Owl's voice, Crow's rigid wing. Bejewel my crown of dried Oak leaves With Taurus' red eye Aldebaran, Beetlejuice, and Andromeda's armspan. Embellish me with a solemnity of solitude So that my soul can sing in these hours of renewal.

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