"asterism" poems - Hello Poetry

*The constellation of the night sky Dotted with Asterism Calling our attention to the mystical lights Plotting an image on our minds The celestial space is where minds wander* © Amitav (Radiance)

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May 24, 2014

May 24, 2014 at 12:22 AM UTC

amitav

Night Sky

*The constellation of the night sky Dotted with Asterism Calling our attention to the mystical lights Plotting an image on our minds The celestial space is where minds wander* © Amitav (Radiance)

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abolitionism absenteeism absolutism abstractionism absurdism academicism academism achromatism acrotism actinism activism adoptianism adoptionism adventurism aeroembolism aestheticism ageism agism agnosticism agrarianism alarmism albinism alcoholism aldosteronism algorism alienism allelism allelomorphism allomorphism alpinism altruism amateurism amoralism anabaptism anabolism anachronism analphabetism anarchism anecdotalism aneurism anglicism animalism animism anisotropism antagonism anthropocentrism anthropomorphism anthropopathism antialcoholism antiauthoritarianism antiblackism anticapitalism anticlericalism anticolonialism anticommercialism anticommunism antielitism antievolutionism antifascism antifeminism antiferromagnetism antihumanism antiliberalism antimaterialism antimilitarism antinepotism antinomianism antiquarianism antiracism antiradicalism antirationalism antirealism antireductionism antiritualism antiromanticism antiterrorism aphorism apocalypticism apocalyptism archaism asceticism assimilationism associationism asterism astigmatism asynchronism atavism atheism athleticism atomism atonalism atropism atticism autecism authoritarianism autism autoecism autoeroticism autoerotism automatism automorphism baalism baptism barbarianism barbarism behaviorism biblicism bibliophilism bicameralism biculturalism bidialectalism bilateralism bilingualism bimetallism biologism bioregionalism bipartisanism bipedalism biracialism blackguardism bogyism bohemianism bolshevism boosterism bossism botulism bourbonism boyarism bromism brutism bruxism bureaucratism cabalism caciquism cambism cannibalism capitalism careerism casteism catabolism catastrophism catechism cavalierism centralism centrism ceremonialism charism charlatanism chauvinism chemism chemotropism chimaerism chimerism chrism chromaticism cicisbeism cinchonism civicism civism classicism classism clericalism clonism cockneyism collaborationism collectivism colloquialism colonialism colorism commensalism commercialism communalism communism communitarianism conceptualism concretism confessionalism conformism congregationalism connubialism conservatism constitutionalism constructivism consumerism controversialism conventionalism corporatism corporativism cosmism cosmopolitanism cosmopolitism countercriticism counterculturalism counterterrorism creationism credentialism cretinism criticism cronyism cryptorchidism cryptorchism cubism cultism cynicism czarism dadaism dandyism defeatism deism demonism denominationalism despotism determinism deviationism diabolism diamagnetism

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May 12, 2017

May 12, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

"ism"

abolitionism absenteeism absolutism abstractionism absurdism academicism academism achromatism acrotism actinism activism adoptianism adoptionism adventurism aeroembolism aestheticism ageism agism agnosticism agrarianism alarmism albinism alcoholism aldosteronism algorism alienism allelism allelomorphism allomorphism alpinism altruism amateurism amoralism anabaptism anabolism anachronism analphabetism anarchism anecdotalism aneurism anglicism animalism animism anisotropism antagonism anthropocentrism anthropomorphism anthropopathism antialcoholism antiauthoritarianism antiblackism anticapitalism anticlericalism anticolonialism anticommercialism anticommunism antielitism antievolutionism antifascism antifeminism antiferromagnetism antihumanism antiliberalism antimaterialism antimilitarism antinepotism antinomianism antiquarianism antiracism antiradicalism antirationalism antirealism antireductionism antiritualism antiromanticism antiterrorism aphorism apocalypticism apocalyptism archaism asceticism assimilationism associationism asterism astigmatism asynchronism atavism atheism athleticism atomism atonalism atropism atticism autecism authoritarianism autism autoecism autoeroticism autoerotism automatism automorphism baalism baptism barbarianism barbarism behaviorism biblicism bibliophilism bicameralism biculturalism bidialectalism bilateralism bilingualism bimetallism biologism bioregionalism bipartisanism bipedalism biracialism blackguardism bogyism bohemianism bolshevism boosterism bossism botulism bourbonism boyarism bromism brutism bruxism bureaucratism cabalism caciquism cambism cannibalism capitalism careerism casteism catabolism catastrophism catechism cavalierism centralism centrism ceremonialism charism charlatanism chauvinism chemism chemotropism chimaerism chimerism chrism chromaticism cicisbeism cinchonism civicism civism classicism classism clericalism clonism cockneyism collaborationism collectivism colloquialism colonialism colorism commensalism commercialism communalism communism communitarianism conceptualism concretism confessionalism conformism congregationalism connubialism conservatism constitutionalism constructivism consumerism controversialism conventionalism corporatism corporativism cosmism cosmopolitanism cosmopolitism countercriticism counterculturalism counterterrorism creationism credentialism cretinism criticism cronyism cryptorchidism cryptorchism cubism cultism cynicism czarism dadaism dandyism defeatism deism demonism denominationalism despotism determinism deviationism diabolism diamagnetism

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Hello weary star farer, You have come a long way, bumping through every asterism, wondering if you would one day be part of an art in the starry night sky. I am but an old star with a dying heart, plummeting to knave abyss. As hope crashes down with me, I come across you, oh weary star farer. You took me to dance on the moons of Jupiter. We sang our lungs out through the milky way. Suddenly, all the other stars faded, and giving up was overrated. Your tired soul ignited mine, giving birth to love so divine. Rest now, oh weary star farer. We are now home in each other's radiance.

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Jan 25, 2015

Jan 25, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC

MrJaredRight

Star Farer

Hello weary star farer, You have come a long way, bumping through every asterism, wondering if you would one day be part of an art in the starry night sky. I am but an old star with a dying heart, plummeting to knave abyss. As hope crashes down with me, I come across you, oh weary star farer. You took me to dance on the moons of Jupiter. We sang our lungs out through the milky way. Suddenly, all the other stars faded, and giving up was overrated. Your tired soul ignited mine, giving birth to love so divine. Rest now, oh weary star farer. We are now home in each other's radiance.

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Pleasantries aside, did you feel that tremble? Not earthquake, it was heaven's shake when you took me by hand led away deep in wood STOP... and stood Pierced constellation's reflection Eyes sent soul's orbit Forbidding further speak of Harking horror for it is tomorrow and I still don't know your name Or... why your grizzly ways Turned me into bait Ursa Major I hear Ursa Minor He pines for your return ...because you weakened him

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Mar 20, 2016

Mar 20, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC

pj-poesy

Asterism's Greatness

Pleasantries aside, did you feel that tremble? Not earthquake, it was heaven's shake when you took me by hand led away deep in wood STOP... and stood Pierced constellation's reflection Eyes sent soul's orbit Forbidding further speak of Harking horror for it is tomorrow and I still don't know your name Or... why your grizzly ways Turned me into bait Ursa Major I hear Ursa Minor He pines for your return ...because you weakened him

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Pilcrow, the Blind P, once said, "Allow me, ma'am/sir, for it looks like you could use a break. Besides, Hedera is hard and annoying, so full of herself, and up to her neck in ivy." That was a Snark. But who could tell? Simply forgot to point it out. Guess it's better to leave things unsaid. In the end there's only enough room for the Asterism. Nothing more. Nothing less.

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Nov 20, 2019

Nov 20, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

Apparently Untitled

Pilcrow, the Blind P, once said, "Allow me, ma'am/sir, for it looks like you could use a break. Besides, Hedera is hard and annoying, so full of herself, and up to her neck in ivy." That was a Snark. But who could tell? Simply forgot to point it out. Guess it's better to leave things unsaid. In the end there's only enough room for the Asterism. Nothing more. Nothing less.

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it’s like, I ride songs into sweet remembers of my daddy of my friends of my sister, and my twin I float in a star-strewn nebula, a compostella, each star a different scene and cast, each a member of my asterism of memories each and all beloved clear as the ringing of a bell flooding my eyes with tears of sorrow and joy and laughter I ride music like a flying carpet lifts on the magical, gently carrying my heart into the beauty and sorrow and laughter of Love lost and Love found c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater

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Jul 5, 2023

Jul 5, 2023 at 4:31 PM UTC

roberta-compton-rainwater

magic carpet

it’s like, I ride songs into sweet remembers of my daddy of my friends of my sister, and my twin I float in a star-strewn nebula, a compostella, each star a different scene and cast, each a member of my asterism of memories each and all beloved clear as the ringing of a bell flooding my eyes with tears of sorrow and joy and laughter I ride music like a flying carpet lifts on the magical, gently carrying my heart into the beauty and sorrow and laughter of Love lost and Love found c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater

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you were a constellation a beautiful complexity a pattern only I could see but then it changed the arrangement became an endless kaleidoscope you were a mash of stars I could not make sense of you entangled me in your lines until I could not see the way out now all you are is the yellow city lights forever blinding my view of the beauty beyond

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Oct 8, 2016

Oct 8, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC

etphonezhome

asterism

you were a constellation a beautiful complexity a pattern only I could see but then it changed the arrangement became an endless kaleidoscope you were a mash of stars I could not make sense of you entangled me in your lines until I could not see the way out now all you are is the yellow city lights forever blinding my view of the beauty beyond

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have i mentioned lately, that my myocardial musculature, pulses pure luminousity, cause you are the incandescant asterism in my biosphere. no, well you are baby, you are my hearts pure light, it beats for you, you are my stars and moon my whole world. i love you.

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Mar 22, 2014

Mar 22, 2014 at 5:37 PM UTC

betterdays

heartspeak

have i mentioned lately, that my myocardial musculature, pulses pure luminousity, cause you are the incandescant asterism in my biosphere. no, well you are baby, you are my hearts pure light, it beats for you, you are my stars and moon my whole world. i love you.

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Lay on the grass Stare at the sky The night is a blanket Full of mystery Like love Like you Lay, my love Gaze at me I twinkle Upon you I am the last Shining stellar In this asterism

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Apr 2, 2016

Apr 2, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC

Marguerite

Twinkle

Lay on the grass Stare at the sky The night is a blanket Full of mystery Like love Like you Lay, my love Gaze at me I twinkle Upon you I am the last Shining stellar In this asterism

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am I become an asterisk in your life, a small reminder of what once was soul-deep, was the trumpet-radiance of character? I wander, unshod, in the wilderness created of myself, to revisit a dystopian dream, where my soul-scars bleach white from time’s long goodbye and my caged heart sings a canary’s song to no one am I become Bukowski’s consummation of grief dancing on thorns to a choreography of remorse to a dissonancy of love? when did I become a mere star-point in your wintercircle, lost in the wilderness of your sky, an asterisk abandoned in your asterism? c. 2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater

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Nov 10, 2017

Nov 10, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC

roberta-compton-rainwater

wilderness

am I become an asterisk in your life, a small reminder of what once was soul-deep, was the trumpet-radiance of character? I wander, unshod, in the wilderness created of myself, to revisit a dystopian dream, where my soul-scars bleach white from time’s long goodbye and my caged heart sings a canary’s song to no one am I become Bukowski’s consummation of grief dancing on thorns to a choreography of remorse to a dissonancy of love? when did I become a mere star-point in your wintercircle, lost in the wilderness of your sky, an asterisk abandoned in your asterism? c. 2017 Roberta Compton Rainwater

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Whence did thou enter my heart my soul devour me with thy passion it doth whelm me in somewhat of a musical fashion a classicals softness sings in my ears fused with rock and roll tis what I hear how is it that thou dost play such song foriegn to my time hast thou been forward to another asterism to another life whence did thou enter my heart milleniums ago or those yet to see perhaps there twasnt a time but always were

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Nov 15, 2009

Nov 15, 2009 at 10:31 AM UTC

connie-rae-sebert

Foriegn Song

Whence did thou enter my heart my soul devour me with thy passion it doth whelm me in somewhat of a musical fashion a classicals softness sings in my ears fused with rock and roll tis what I hear how is it that thou dost play such song foriegn to my time hast thou been forward to another asterism to another life whence did thou enter my heart milleniums ago or those yet to see perhaps there twasnt a time but always were

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how could i ever feel so grand, so boisterous about my being when the world is so big and full of people, places, love, and life i've yet to see? i am nothing, i am not superior to anyone or anything, yet i am a part of the machinery, a piece of the grand scheme— i am a rain drop among storms, i am one leaf among many that fall in autumn, i am a cloud floating by, i am a an asterism among a greater constellation i am an element of something greater than myself— and yes, i am small, but i am important. i still matter, and so do you.

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Sep 13, 2016

Sep 13, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC

panaginip

one among many

how could i ever feel so grand, so boisterous about my being when the world is so big and full of people, places, love, and life i've yet to see? i am nothing, i am not superior to anyone or anything, yet i am a part of the machinery, a piece of the grand scheme— i am a rain drop among storms, i am one leaf among many that fall in autumn, i am a cloud floating by, i am a an asterism among a greater constellation i am an element of something greater than myself— and yes, i am small, but i am important. i still matter, and so do you.

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i will be an asterism in the constellation of your being as long as if it means you'll finally allow yourself to glow the way i see you

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May 6, 2016

May 6, 2016 at 1:09 PM UTC

panaginip

your glow

i will be an asterism in the constellation of your being as long as if it means you'll finally allow yourself to glow the way i see you

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Skolar shot three stars into the celestial nothingness in which he was harnessed. Every night he charioted higher hoping to touch the heavens. Once reaching the maximum ascent Skolar would whip and beat those bright luminous wisps pushing them a bit further. Every night two stars would perish and their remains would float gently down forming the lands and gardens of life. One star would remain in the sky sitting at its highest peaked achieved in its skyward journey every night a new star would shine. One night one shined bright beside me we fell in love and created an asterism. We birthed more and more little stars a constellation telling our history the people below worshiped and gave us meaning. Until I became volatile spinning out of control exploded leaving a black hole taking that now old world and you into the celestial abyss. Skolar has moved on creating new worlds while history repeats for infinity.

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Aug 10, 2018

Aug 10, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC

EvilShredder

Skolar the Star Creator

Skolar shot three stars into the celestial nothingness in which he was harnessed. Every night he charioted higher hoping to touch the heavens. Once reaching the maximum ascent Skolar would whip and beat those bright luminous wisps pushing them a bit further. Every night two stars would perish and their remains would float gently down forming the lands and gardens of life. One star would remain in the sky sitting at its highest peaked achieved in its skyward journey every night a new star would shine. One night one shined bright beside me we fell in love and created an asterism. We birthed more and more little stars a constellation telling our history the people below worshiped and gave us meaning. Until I became volatile spinning out of control exploded leaving a black hole taking that now old world and you into the celestial abyss. Skolar has moved on creating new worlds while history repeats for infinity.

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Passages through time history has no rhyme reason measure Forced plunging along cause-ways of the mind frightened white of what unwinds human nature is quite the bind who is certified to find sanity depravity ? Earths nature She will be unwound pounds of bounding Buffalo once roamed but were found the future will be experienced under a Dome tiny asterisk You and your sisters fill the multitude the brightest stars are of the first magnitude

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Feb 11, 2015

Feb 11, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC

caligulas-exit

asterism

Passages through time history has no rhyme reason measure Forced plunging along cause-ways of the mind frightened white of what unwinds human nature is quite the bind who is certified to find sanity depravity ? Earths nature She will be unwound pounds of bounding Buffalo once roamed but were found the future will be experienced under a Dome tiny asterisk You and your sisters fill the multitude the brightest stars are of the first magnitude

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I spiral happ’ly in, I feel my flesh dissolve to wet, to gaseous mess and flow flow flow into the asterism that is her extra latte French roast Eye... She asks, “What do you see?” I see Himalayan diamond dust, the wind as particle, sharing the Sun in glints. I see spiral arms and accretion discs. I see stardust, moondust, lovedust in great grand colorful interwebbings of lust, of truth, of song, of delight, of Us. I see RGB Grand Walls of stars; organized in mind but cosmologically principled. I see the possibilities of galaxies - Unformed Adrift Reaching Cooling Collecting Heating Sparking. Life giving life. Lifegiving, Life. I see an unspoken Universe of Dust - Awake to Dance, to dance to Life. I see Love. I see Beauty. I see worlds not yet. I see suns unshone. I see comets unknown. I see tidepools. I see fields of fuzzies. I see Seas. I see mountains and valleys. I see Forest. I see Love. I see her, and in her, I see a world, a cosmos, a way; a way I’d rather be. A way I’d rather live. I see Love. I see her. Through tears, I see the limitless warmth of an unlimited Un iv er se in her tawny toffee coffee Eye.

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Jan 27, 2019

Jan 27, 2019 at 3:24 PM UTC

ShhDragon

I’m Pouring, Sluicing into Her Eyes

I spiral happ’ly in, I feel my flesh dissolve to wet, to gaseous mess and flow flow flow into the asterism that is her extra latte French roast Eye... She asks, “What do you see?” I see Himalayan diamond dust, the wind as particle, sharing the Sun in glints. I see spiral arms and accretion discs. I see stardust, moondust, lovedust in great grand colorful interwebbings of lust, of truth, of song, of delight, of Us. I see RGB Grand Walls of stars; organized in mind but cosmologically principled. I see the possibilities of galaxies - Unformed Adrift Reaching Cooling Collecting Heating Sparking. Life giving life. Lifegiving, Life. I see an unspoken Universe of Dust - Awake to Dance, to dance to Life. I see Love. I see Beauty. I see worlds not yet. I see suns unshone. I see comets unknown. I see tidepools. I see fields of fuzzies. I see Seas. I see mountains and valleys. I see Forest. I see Love. I see her, and in her, I see a world, a cosmos, a way; a way I’d rather be. A way I’d rather live. I see Love. I see her. Through tears, I see the limitless warmth of an unlimited Un iv er se in her tawny toffee coffee Eye.

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I was lost within the wonders of the world But I looked above and the greatest story was told Your light that guided my lost soul into the depths of the galaxy where no one has ever gotten a hold of I wonder when we'll meet by the black hole where time stops and everything comes to a halt just to bear witness the infinite

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Aug 16, 2015

Aug 16, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC

TheMarshmellow15

an asterism of our forever

I was lost within the wonders of the world But I looked above and the greatest story was told Your light that guided my lost soul into the depths of the galaxy where no one has ever gotten a hold of I wonder when we'll meet by the black hole where time stops and everything comes to a halt just to bear witness the infinite

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A true testament of gods power This this look up and find it What do you see the Big Dipper Good!!! That simple Asterism is the only proof That something Bigger then us is around Something that want peace for all Man kind The Big Dipper You should look at it One time

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Dec 16, 2024

Dec 16, 2024 at 9:55 AM UTC

Creepypastafairy

True testament

A true testament of gods power This this look up and find it What do you see the Big Dipper Good!!! That simple Asterism is the only proof That something Bigger then us is around Something that want peace for all Man kind The Big Dipper You should look at it One time

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The Big Dipper An asterism of the constellation Ursa major Seven bright stars that Have been there For the best and worst Of my life that I can remember Over the age 3 That is why I want to take a picture Of the group of stars As it has guided me through Everything Not just telling me where north is To me the Big Dipper Is proof of god and his/her will! Tell me it’s just stars And I will say that it is more than that it’s art

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Feb 3, 2025

Feb 3, 2025 at 6:18 PM UTC

Creepypastafairy

Big Dipper

The Big Dipper An asterism of the constellation Ursa major Seven bright stars that Have been there For the best and worst Of my life that I can remember Over the age 3 That is why I want to take a picture Of the group of stars As it has guided me through Everything Not just telling me where north is To me the Big Dipper Is proof of god and his/her will! Tell me it’s just stars And I will say that it is more than that it’s art

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