"outshone" poems
You, moon of flesh and bone
You, moon of magic and charm
You, moon of wit and art
You butterfly
You have outshone all the stars in the sky
And brought darkness to my life
You have blurred the golden sun
And dimmed the silver moon
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
Every piece of pride,
Pivoting on the pinnacle of pleasure,
Perishing on the petals of a rose,
Pink rose.
Spring rose.
Sprung rose.
A perverted willingness to pursue,
The spoils of what matters most,
pink matter.
Outshone a impossibly beautiful performance.
One meant for the faithful & virtuous.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
Once
The sun was beautiful. She moved with the sky and never ceased to shine,
But
She soon became ill. Tired of herself.
The moon watched her every night, grow to dim more and more.
The moon whispered to her each night "Why so beautiful but so sad? WHy have you stopped shining my favorite star?
The sun dimmer and cracked her once melodic voice now in comparison of sand paper, yet fragile as a leaf in Fall.
"I've simply forgotten the beauty of myself."
Each night the moon would cry. his tears making the most beautiful stars.
He would tell the sun his tears reminded him of her exquisite beauty. She would only sigh and remain dim, for she could not see his love if she did not love herself.
The pain and torture of inner hate did what all pain does.
It began to **** the once beautiful sun.
The moon would call to her still, and show her his stars but she could no longer look
For they outshone her each and every night
So she hid
And she cried
And she weakened
The sky screamed for her, cracking the grounds,
Crashing the waves
Moaning in the loss of their sun
And when she died the earth went still
The sky made no sound, created no catastrophe
But the moon
The moon screamed earthquakes that split the world in two
Howled Winds that confused nature of its purpose
Cried oceans that grew deeper the more his sorrow filled them
When we came to the moon and asked
Why he cried oceans and screamed earthquakes
He sat
In molded Silence
And stared where she once rose each dawn
He claimed she was once beautiful in a sorrowful timeless voice.
Who?
His love.
He told us of her glimmering smile that awoke the world gently each dawn
He told of her shining hair that reached the very farthest and darkest parts of the earth and welcomed what it touched with warmth and love
He told us how she would dance across the sky as though it was her partner
And then
He told of her in a different way
Where she no longer glimmered and shined
Her scent no longer of summer, but of a sick winters child
Her hair, pale and dead
Her skin ashen as though a blow of the wind and she would disappear like dust
She no longer danced, but hid, sauntered, concealed her beauty from even herself
He told us why the stars were so vast, that each night he cried and mourned her and his tears made the most beautiful stars
He bestowed millions to her each night, telling her their beauty was in no comparison to hers
But she would only sigh and turn away
When he ended his tell tale of broken love
We had become stone in his garden of aching hearts
And again he turned his back to us and moaned to the universe that made each planet, star, galaxy, bow its head in sorrow for his lost love
He begged, pleaded, for her
He begged into eternity, with only silence to greet his presence
And when every star, galaxy, and planet had died he remained
Calling for her
Wishing to see her dance through his no longer existent sky
When he finally gave in he fell from the universe into oblivion
A stone moon that died with an aching heart.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
The lily of life, full of humility and devotion - the beautiful kind
that everyone would choose to pick from the fields I think you'll find.
One who defied the definition of a heroic inspiration,
your talent outshone all others; you caused quite the sensation.
You tenaciously grasped onto your stem of life
with the insidious poison of demise within your cells rife,
your colours darkening and fading away,
and yet you remained God's most beautiful creation each and every day.
As your petals fluttered down, by your side was your wife
while you heart-wrenchingly closed the circle of your life.
Now, we all shall miss watching you bloom through the days
and we will remember you, forever and ALWAYS .
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
My dreams are an interstellar spaceship
(gotta admit, that's pretty hip).
I close my eyes and they take me far
beyond the reaches of the farthest star.
There I sit and ponder
all the cosmic wonder
of life, love, luck and chance,
and all sorts of circumstance.
I look to the stars and see
hopes of life in natural beauty.
Every path a new possibility,
my wishes come near reality.
I look to the dark and see
my fears pooling in abyssal sea.
Undisturbed, they're left alone,
for by my hopes, they are outshone.
To me alone belongs this view,
but my dreams were built for two.
Alone, I feel the cold,
long for you to hold.
Come with me, I'll let you see
all the universe in majesty.
My dreams are an interstellar spaceship.
Won't you join me on this trip?
Jan 20, 2012
Jan 20, 2012 at 1:26 AM UTC
Nothing...had enchanted me more,
than that big yellow rose...
bright, stunning at the tip of its tall stem,
soft petals.....yet to fully unfurl,
its inner part...a soothing light shaded swirl...
i sniffed a bit of its fragrance,
and felt its softness...but,
i got pricked by a hidden thorn,
---
just a tiny puncture...yet,
my finger bled so much...
---
i walked on through the garden,
...with my pricked finger inside my mouth,
i was amazed by other flowers, more colorful ones,
but, the yellow, pink, red roses outshone them all...
with care this time, i touched a big pink,
slowly.........and, again, i didn't see,
another thorn was in the way
---
it was more painful
it bled even more...
---
i stood thinking, while bleeding...
its beauty, its silky feel...its
fragrance that lingers in the mind
would all be difficult to resist,
the pain from the thorns...harder to forget,
but, i'd still want to walk through this vast
garden....live this life...and seek those roses
feel them...be inspired...over and over
---
never mind the spikes!
never mind the pain!
---
love is beautiful like a rose
a rose is beautiful like genuine love,
there are thorns...hindrances and
hurdles, that come with its beauty....yet,
that wonderful feeling of loving,
and being loved, in return,
the wanting, the longing for it,
never dies...the fear of bleeding,
is ignored,
---
for, what is life without love?
and what is love without pain?
---
isn't love lovelier...more hopeful
the next time around?
---
a rose could never be a rose
without its many thorns...
---
Sally
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 11, 2018
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
wings on barbed wire
wave me hello as the train
travels supernova
explosion through
downtown.
we have spoken words
that meant something,
that gripped iron ends
onto our ankles and kept
us close.
in shackles, we outshone
the entire galaxy.
in chains, we sped through
the world catching wind
of bleeding bird feet—the
sweet chips and chirps now
reverberate symphony
through thick plastic.
And I am on top
of you licking your pores
like charcoal.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
a gathering;
parietal.
upon the hill.
where truth beguiled,
and brightened by
the suns of gods;
crucified...
somehow
outshone by
the light of our skin.
where
the dagger rests,
now sleeping
in the flesh;
the blood of martyrs
was not enough
for the black sky
over Golgotha.
oh father,
forgive us
for we know not what
we do.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 11:51 PM UTC
Oh! mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos.
VIRGIL.
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov’d recollection
Embitters the present, compar’d with the past;
Where science first dawn’d on the powers of reflection,
And friendships were form’d, too romantic to last;
Where fancy, yet, joys to retrace the resemblance
Of comrades, in friendship and mischief allied;
How welcome to me your ne’er fading remembrance,
Which rests in the ***** though hope is deny’d!
Again I revisit the hills where we sported,
The streams where we swam, and the fields where we fought;
The school where, loud warn’d by the bell, we resorted,
To pore o’er the precepts by Pedagogues taught.
Again I behold where for hours I have ponder’d,
As reclining, at eve, on yon tombstone I lay;
Or round the steep brow of the churchyard I wander’d,
To catch the last gleam of the sun’s setting ray.
I once more view the room, with spectators surrounded,
Where, as Zanga, I trod on Alonzo o’erthrown;
While, to swell my young pride, such applauses resounded,
I fancied that Mossop himself was outshone.
Or, as Lear, I pour’d forth the deep imprecation,
By my daughters, of kingdom and reason depriv’d;
Till, fir’d by loud plaudits and self-adulation,
I regarded myself as a Garrick reviv’d.
Ye dreams of my boyhood, how much I regret you!
Unfaded your memory dwells in my breast;
Though sad and deserted, I ne’er can forget you:
Your pleasures may still be in fancy possest.
To Ida full oft may remembrance restore me,
While Fate shall the shades of the future unroll!
Since Darkness o’ershadows the prospect before me,
More dear is the beam of the past to my soul!
But if, through the course of the years which await me,
Some new scene of pleasure should open to view,
I will say, while with rapture the thought shall elate me,
“Oh! such were the days which my infancy knew.”
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The pretty face she had - always outshone the stars
Never believed in shooting stars, but cars & money
Her eyes were like a mirror, I always saw my reflection through them
The passion that she had within always pushed me, us, her & made our love better
We walked through the fire, but we never got cremated. Her touch moved my soul in ways I couldn't describe.
She held this certain feel to her, it wasn't good nor was it bad, you couldn't bring yourself to function.
The way she sung my name kept me awake with the moon and the stars in a constant reply, no.
By: ofentse_tsie & dvniel
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
Shooting stars fell in a line and danced across my eyes in quick succession
though the sun outshone them all
and who ever worshiped the stars anyway?
Then like fireflies flew north before broke,
and from the south I saw the great Diamond City
reach out above a jungle of metal concrete plastic plastic with lights
Oh! lights
Pinprick window TV stream style smiles selling streets projecting the moon for
advertising space; the population rises
Factory stormclouds only irritate umbrella stand footsteps who pretend
to hate the rain
and outshines dim sunlight baptizing all in electric glory
Candleflame prisons of light that honk through haze through
rainy Monday 6:30AM’s
choke on each others breath until we have nothing left but CO2;
dandelions inherit the earth.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
There was once a girl who outshone the stars
the beauty within her was so great
eyes could go blind from the blaze.
So deep and profound
she changed the world with a few words
and radiated as brightly as the sun.
Then the fierce fire was extinguished
like a lightbulb going off.
She struggled to ignite her fire
and sparks flew
but no greatness begun.
She remembered the times
when she felt bigger than the universe
but mighty she felt no longer
she no longer outshone the stars.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
the night we watched two candles burn,
it was moonless and starless and
that accentuated the fires.
i remember you said,
with the breeze combing your hair,
that our love was just like two candles.
i agreed, as it seemed then
the flames of our passion and desire
were similar to the candles - restlessly burning.
we kept silent after, admiring the symbols of our love
both their wax bodies melting in rhythm.
you said, we will be beside each other forever.
and a poetic couple we were, i noted how
the melted wax conjoined the two candles
and you said our love brought light to others.
the flames extinguished simultaneously, shortly after,
and in a unanimous duet, as if pre-planned, we whispered:
'till death do us part'.
last night, it was me with two candles
though, with a gleaming moon and a dozen stars
that stole the attention and outshone the two.
and while the flames still faded simultaneously,
it was extinguished only by the saltiness
of tears belonging to a broken lover
and the mercilessness of your absence.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 10:44 AM UTC
I glance to my side to see my mirror image.
She looks just like me.
But there are small differences.
And it really shows who's the better one.
Her hair is longer, her skin is clearer
she's taller and thinner.
Her body is more complete and smaller.
She's lovely.
Mother calls her wise and intelligent.
She's the favorite.
I sit in my corner.
I always fail,
never could compare.
My candle was outshone by the
brilliance of her star.
I love her.
I have to, and I admire her.
...
But I hate her too.
I've always been her inferior.
And I hate it because I know she's right.
Always is.
I want to break her perfection.
But that would break her too.
As perfect as she is,
being broken is not for her.
It would hurt her too much.
It would be unfair to her.
...
I may hate my other half
But I don't.
She's too good for that and I want to protect her.
See,
You can't hate the one person you
really cannot live without.
It's impossible.
I'll live with her being perfect
I can survive in her shadow.
I know how to.
I've been weak so long that I know I'm
strong enough to persevere.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
To think I thought I loved the moon.
I've lost my lust for starry eyes.
I feel no fear of sunny skies.
I've fought my way through midnight lies.
To think, I thought I loved the moon.
The stars, outshone by golden fire,
Once made me drunk as cloudy night,
But now I see the brilliant light.
So now I quit, and will not fight
The stars, outshone by golden fire.
To think I thought I loved the moon.
In daylight now, I start to croon.
In warming rays, I start to swoon.
And to think,
I thought I loved the moon.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 9:22 PM UTC
She had a dark soul.
Sadness devoured her heart and ate her spirit,
Yet she glowed.
Bringing light to everything she touched.
She had eyes that could darken the depth of the ocean,
And a smile that outshone the brightest star.
She was sad,
But her sadness was beautiful.
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 5:06 AM UTC
she sleeps with every
gorgeous star in the night's
vast sky but she still feels
outshone by the bright smile
of the sun each morning
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 10:29 PM UTC
The bomb blast tore like a new toy.
Science who ranks as distemper
outshone the future.
Scribes of contemporary fore
deliriously notated
the torn ligaments.
Opiates scream dying life
The bomb blast imploded
our unspoken rationale
short of Humanity.
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 3:45 PM UTC
When the moon strolls across the sky
On the nights I can’t help but feel minute
She’s always there
Shining with the light the Sun has gifted her
Or completely camouflaged into the abyss
Not to be seen but felt
For several days she does what many of us wish to do
Disappear into nothingness
Even celestial bodies feel shame
The moon brings a sense of comfort nothing else can
A sense of familiarity
The all-seeing eye of a heavenly mother
She watches, understands, and attempts to reach me
Her light struggling to illuminate the darkest corner of a room
She’s lost the ability to talk eons ago
She has seduced the greatest of writers and enamored the saddest of humans
I look at her and can’t help but think that I owe her my life but
She lacks your tranquil crooked smile
Your soft amber eyes
The words that melt off your tongue like butter
Lips that shush demons away
You’ve outshone her
You’re the eclipse I’ve been waiting for
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 10:55 PM UTC
this is the story of the sun,
who fell in love
with the moon,
revolving around each other for so long
yet never even noticing how they fit together
a skinny love
so strong
it outshone the stars
two minds
so co-dependent on each other,
with no idea what they meant to the other
a pair so undeniable
it made the planets align
when all they had to do was turn around
to find their missing piece
and on june 21,
the moon awoke with a feeling in his gut
the sun shone golden upon the whole world
for when they met each other's eyes,
a spark so bright
it stopped the whole world
for just a moment
but a moment
was enough
for the moon and the sun
to become one
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 4:57 PM UTC
Here's my little crevice of the world to you.
Humidity mischievously enjoys tampering with your hair,
And Heat yearns to tint your skin.
Rain shares her serenity with us on the sweetest of nights,
And dear friend Wind delivers the coolest of breeze.
My crevice is not a wonder, nor an attraction,
Although it shares the rarest of beauties to rest your eyes on.
When the Lady Sun rises, her strength spills and pours over.
Clouds dance at her humble arrival, and the stars are outshone-
Making way for a sight to see.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 10:42 PM UTC
*It was a night like any other. Then I saw you.
From that moment on, I wanted nothing more to stop and stare at you.
It was painful always having to look up to the heavens to meet your gaze.
But I endured it all.
I constantly wanted to be near you, even if you outshone me in so many ways.
I ran towards you.
But no matter what I did to get closer,
You’d seem much farther away from my grasp.
Then finally after so much I had gone through,
Finally I caught up with you!
I did it.
Then I looked again.
You weren’t as bright as I thought you would be.
I was disappointed.
Things weren’t going the way they were supposed to be.
I took one final last look at you.
Deciding that you weren’t my whole world after all,
I looked up.
I was surprised to see.
You were only one star among millions.
You didn’t outshine everything else after all.
I was just too blind to see,
That you weren’t the only star in the galaxy.*
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
Once upon a time, I was all about the pretty boys.
the kinds that walked me through my dreams,
the kinds that plucked me from my wreckage like the springtime roses they'd leave on my doorstep.
and they kissed me so kindly that falling in love was no longer sacred, and the smolder of victory in their eyes soon outshone our lovely moon.
but I would wake each morning with names on my lips that evaporated in the daylight,
and just before I'd go, I'd confess to my bedroom ceiling that i still wanted someone more.
And then, by some miracle mapped out in stars, I followed a path that led to you.
And oh God, music hasn't sounded as sweet since the moment I heard your voice.
Your laughter chases every nervous beat of my heart, your eyes hold constellations that make it easy enough to feel infinite as long as my gaze stays locked with yours.
You make me feel fluorescent, the darkness has never felt so safe. With the memory of you in my near-present, there's no danger I cannot face.
And I long so stupidly to fold and unfold myself in the spaces between your fingers.
To taste the gold on your lips would make me the richest in spirit that I have ever been.
And I can't deny, it would be heaven to stroke my hands through your hair and whisper while you're close, "oh darling, don't you know,
you were art long before i began to admire you,"
This ecstasy you give has touched me deep within my bones.
And I'm shocked you haven't heard this one before, it's a tale as old as time.
You linger like the softest whisper in the furthest corners of my mind.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 6:58 PM UTC