"astraea" poems
In a field of red roses by the lake,
A white rose calls up to the sun
With her beautiful petal scarf
And her cheerful smile
Over another field, a tulip stands sad
He is one in the crowd, no one special
“Smart,” some say, “too shy” others may
But he struggles, moving his cheek
The tulip looks at the ethereal rose every day
Wondering how such a flower grew from the floor
An angel’s tears of joy, he might think
A kiss from Gaia, he would have hoped
Tulip doesn’t know much of the rose
And fears never being able to embrace her
He feels that both have too much in common
But his inner parasites would hurt her
For a majestic rose that dances with the moon in the water
Such normal tulip will never have a chance
Her perfect stem is made of silk
His is damaged and made of paper
Still, the tulip dreams
Wishing one day to fly, as his roots would rip
Detaching from the floor, from his forlorn life
Flying towards the star reflected in the lake, where his solitude would end
The white rose doesn’t realize, still
How much he admires her strength, cleverness, and beauty
Until the tulip sends his seeds of love
In the form of this poem and painting
For a more radiant future he fights
Forever aligned with the Astraea of his heart
Because she glows in the night
Inspiring him to be better
And even if the rose doesn’t recognize the tulip
She should know that he is right there
In an everyday battle to talk to her
He is smart and shy, but eager to give all his petals to see her smiling for him
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 8:14 AM UTC
Astraea ascends
for innocence entails love,
goodbyes are the worst.
© Matthew Harlovic
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Cast upon the falling sky of Astraea,
The vast star empire of Sindar exalts.
The moon and the Goddess blessed nature,
As roots and the forest caress upon the waterfall.
Where the stones carve the wooden furnishes,
As Mother Earth nurtures the soils and the vegetation.
With thunders clash upon the great sea,
As it ripples into a tsunami and hurricane.
As soft as a petal of roses bloom,
But as sharp as it's thorns she speaks in tongue.
The melody of sweet sweet nectar of the harp she speaks,
And the skies kneel before her tongue.
But vigilant to guard her will.
Such is the mystic aura of her allure,
Like a old folk song enchanted heart,
And silence worthy to hear our beats in chest.
The creature refined by age of time,
More precious than fine jewels of the night sky,
It is the unspeakable beauty eludes us all.
More majestic than the pearls of all of the seven seas,
With not the unicorn or rainbows match the *** of gold she stands,
And like the star she eclipse illumination in the night!
Astraea be blessed,
For we were gifted by her light,
The blessed light of the night.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
*These moments, so fleeting
Deep breaths that I can finally take
The peace, so rare
A time that I can quit thinking of what's at stake
**This peace, seemingly imaginary
An illusion created in solitary
Yet the fire ignited, so fierce
A proof of a wonderful reality**
I inch trembling fingers into the blaze
Flames licking my fingers, carressing each knuckle
Skin popping and blistering but yet
I defiantly hold the fire's gaze
**This flame, had me create a belief
That many things are not what they seem
It may seem silent
But a furious war is blazing**
Breaths caught in my throat
Air trying to crawl out from my lungs
A step back, another
In search of the peace, that melodious song
**And night falls...
So we fall asleep, tenderly...
When the sun rises again...
...Those moments and flames await***
*Astraea
rinnette*
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
Dark zombie star
Survivor of universal fire
Your exact and spinning lyre of numbers won't hold on tonight
So far as to even say
That every time I'm crying on my knees
I see you up there so far
Your sphere's so black and gold
Lead and honey
Swirling in fiery fervour
Star-Spiders weaving your silky wrath
perverted ecstasy of existence -
Going insane -
kicking and sinking
Twisting and seething in raw harmony
alone for all these years
It's the light of hollow gloom
A darkness of indestructible math
Which shines in invisible smouldering cause
Its hidden maps predetermined
It's a dance for the ages
A death for the life of another
Fate conspires
To form the grotesque out of fissures of beauty
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
The astral maiden, Astraea whom fairly puts
All characters to bed piercing the scales of
The crocodile- The Beneficent Immortals,
Amesha Spentas; for moksha living-out and out-living
Theurgically shaking the invisible numina of
Assiah, breaking darknesses moiety rolling asunder
Claireaudience wisdom using the internal
Monologues of the subtle bodies breath at the
Root of lights vibration. The apparition voice
Of the ritual of silence exciting the Moirai
Formula's of knowledge against the son of night
At the palace of Zeus, uprearing the final justice;
The divine purpose:- becoming visible of matter,
Corporeal, to keep body and soul together upon
Ceiling zero in the presence of the eternal consciousness;
The great watchers of the sleeping souls, loosely
Treading Via Lactea's path attaining
Immortality, burning up and burning out.
ELEETE J MUIR
Jun 12, 2023
Jun 12, 2023 at 9:11 PM UTC