"spacemen" poems - Hello Poetry

The child dreamed of flight since she could first walk. She dreamed of stepping not on earth, like the workers-- Not on workers, like the rich ones, And not on rich ones, like the gods, no. She dreamed of stepping on nothing. She looked first to the stars, with a hunger. She wanted them. She saw the spacemen with stars in their eyes, Stars in their pockets-- Stars wherever they wanted them. She looked at the lack of workers, rich ones, and gods. She looked at the quiet. She looked at all the nothing there was to step on. With her feet on the earth, packed into painful solidity, She looked at them and ached.

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Jan 16, 2013

Jan 16, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC

cari-jane-leemaster

Spaceships

The child dreamed of flight since she could first walk. She dreamed of stepping not on earth, like the workers-- Not on workers, like the rich ones, And not on rich ones, like the gods, no. She dreamed of stepping on nothing. She looked first to the stars, with a hunger. She wanted them. She saw the spacemen with stars in their eyes, Stars in their pockets-- Stars wherever they wanted them. She looked at the lack of workers, rich ones, and gods. She looked at the quiet. She looked at all the nothing there was to step on. With her feet on the earth, packed into painful solidity, She looked at them and ached.

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Spacemen, cavorting, ridiculous jollity, Fuzzing stars buzzing in the fabric Space-time, folding, holding on Spin, seven, nine, four, Okay, Just try to hold on. Spinning lights flee by feeling Hurry on Sunday Slow Circles. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? You have no air. You didn’t listen. You had a warning… Strap yourselves into the spin Dazed and conned Fused into your seat Dancing in madness Whistles, flutes and shakers Unsettle your Muted rhythm. We sing for blessed distortion Then drop away Away Who did and Why? Why? Oh, God… Bridge. Wonder threw four bidden streets and re-jet, the Prince Palls, Ash on faced the walls. Bridge. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Causes her arm. Cause is her harm. Cause is arm. Arms are the cause of her harm. Then- Bridge. Then- Begin again… You should not have done that.

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Feb 15, 2012

Feb 15, 2012 at 5:03 AM UTC

jack-baxter

You should not have done that.

Spacemen, cavorting, ridiculous jollity, Fuzzing stars buzzing in the fabric Space-time, folding, holding on Spin, seven, nine, four, Okay, Just try to hold on. Spinning lights flee by feeling Hurry on Sunday Slow Circles. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? You have no air. You didn’t listen. You had a warning… Strap yourselves into the spin Dazed and conned Fused into your seat Dancing in madness Whistles, flutes and shakers Unsettle your Muted rhythm. We sing for blessed distortion Then drop away Away Who did and Why? Why? Oh, God… Bridge. Wonder threw four bidden streets and re-jet, the Prince Palls, Ash on faced the walls. Bridge. Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Causes her arm. Cause is her harm. Cause is arm. Arms are the cause of her harm. Then- Bridge. Then- Begin again… You should not have done that.

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Remember when we thought we could burn the world down? And now we can’t even manage a spark We aren’t bored with passion or refused it We just never knew it And we’ve all become compliant Being stale gasoline in gallon drums We could be virgins or saints but we’re liars And we wouldn’t have it any other way Are lilac fields are wilted And covered in swarms of honey bees And we walk hand in hand through the hives And come out swinging Putting our trust into mapmakers who’ve never seen the world Their limbs have all been broken Now treading water with their hearts This could be the most meaningful turn of the world And you’d never ever know it Until it came like a tidal wave crashing through your front door We’ve been screaming at the sky until our throats are raw And all we hear back is silence, not even an echo I swear to God I haven’t felt like myself in so long ‘Cos all that’s left of me is confusion We’re all mad here in this wasteland With our dead cowboys and our dead spacemen Forever Peter Pan in a business suit Forever Peter Pan when my spine has doubled over Forever Peter Pan on a morphine drip And forever Peter Pan in a casket And all that’s left of a name Is what’s chiseled on your gravestone

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Mar 30, 2010

Mar 30, 2010 at 11:35 PM UTC

joseph-c

Of A Seperate Place

Remember when we thought we could burn the world down? And now we can’t even manage a spark We aren’t bored with passion or refused it We just never knew it And we’ve all become compliant Being stale gasoline in gallon drums We could be virgins or saints but we’re liars And we wouldn’t have it any other way Are lilac fields are wilted And covered in swarms of honey bees And we walk hand in hand through the hives And come out swinging Putting our trust into mapmakers who’ve never seen the world Their limbs have all been broken Now treading water with their hearts This could be the most meaningful turn of the world And you’d never ever know it Until it came like a tidal wave crashing through your front door We’ve been screaming at the sky until our throats are raw And all we hear back is silence, not even an echo I swear to God I haven’t felt like myself in so long ‘Cos all that’s left of me is confusion We’re all mad here in this wasteland With our dead cowboys and our dead spacemen Forever Peter Pan in a business suit Forever Peter Pan when my spine has doubled over Forever Peter Pan on a morphine drip And forever Peter Pan in a casket And all that’s left of a name Is what’s chiseled on your gravestone

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Doe-eyed spacemen left behind-- But no one knows a life like mine. And shared wavelengths are hard to find; Nobody knows a life like mine. Forgetting and forsaking time-- No, no one knows a life like mine. I have no match and no one rhymes; Nobody knows a life like mine. The shipwrecked lovers start to climb, But they don't know a life like mine. I am forsaken and I'm fine; Nobody knows a life like mine.

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May 12, 2013

May 12, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC

cari-jane-leemaster

Like mine.

Doe-eyed spacemen left behind-- But no one knows a life like mine. And shared wavelengths are hard to find; Nobody knows a life like mine. Forgetting and forsaking time-- No, no one knows a life like mine. I have no match and no one rhymes; Nobody knows a life like mine. The shipwrecked lovers start to climb, But they don't know a life like mine. I am forsaken and I'm fine; Nobody knows a life like mine.

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Humpty Trumpty yearned for a wall He needed it strong and free to install 'It's gotta be huge like the size of my ***** And clearly discerned from the far side of Venus' Peligro, Mexico, mind his massive ego He ain't your mate nor your fondest amigo. 'I'll make 'em pay, so complete it real soon And spacemen will marvel When they stroll on the moon. It's gonna be bigger and infinitely finer Than The Pyramids, Machu Picchu Or that crap wall in China' Miriam Troth 2016

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 1:19 PM UTC

miriam-troth

Humpty Trumpty

Humpty Trumpty yearned for a wall He needed it strong and free to install 'It's gotta be huge like the size of my ***** And clearly discerned from the far side of Venus' Peligro, Mexico, mind his massive ego He ain't your mate nor your fondest amigo. 'I'll make 'em pay, so complete it real soon And spacemen will marvel When they stroll on the moon. It's gonna be bigger and infinitely finer Than The Pyramids, Machu Picchu Or that crap wall in China' Miriam Troth 2016

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Beyond the galaxy, Fading away. Men of war. Dying away... No oxygen, No relic of the living. Becoming Undead. Zombified.

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Nov 5, 2014

Nov 5, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC

julie-kirby

Undead Spacemen

Beyond the galaxy, Fading away. Men of war. Dying away... No oxygen, No relic of the living. Becoming Undead. Zombified.

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Mr. Spacemen flashes of light in the sky a thundering boom in the valley must be something in my eye no way I saw what I'm thinking can't catch my breath running through the bramble feels like I'm getting closer to death I see hundreds of lights blinking over the ridge crawl on my belly peeking for any movement can't stand up my legs feeling like jelly a door opens on the shiny ship a creature of strange faces dancing like some fool another one exits exchanging places spinning forward doing a flip a third one appears clapping his hands they join together and bow towards the west music begins sounds of old rock bands leaning forward I suddenly slip I roll down the hill and land on my back laying motionless covering my eyes hoping they don't put me on the rack I hear yelling from far away I feel the hand grabbing my arm shaking me I hear my mothers voice wake up Gomer you're in no harm just a bad dream you gonna sleep all day? wow it was a dream seems no way I know it was real I know that it was I looked out my window shades of gray I heard someone let out a giggle from behind me under my bed there they were all three fingers over lips shhh they said they smiled and made their noses wiggle Gomer LePoet...

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Apr 29, 2013

Apr 29, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC

david-nelson

Mr. Spacemen

Mr. Spacemen flashes of light in the sky a thundering boom in the valley must be something in my eye no way I saw what I'm thinking can't catch my breath running through the bramble feels like I'm getting closer to death I see hundreds of lights blinking over the ridge crawl on my belly peeking for any movement can't stand up my legs feeling like jelly a door opens on the shiny ship a creature of strange faces dancing like some fool another one exits exchanging places spinning forward doing a flip a third one appears clapping his hands they join together and bow towards the west music begins sounds of old rock bands leaning forward I suddenly slip I roll down the hill and land on my back laying motionless covering my eyes hoping they don't put me on the rack I hear yelling from far away I feel the hand grabbing my arm shaking me I hear my mothers voice wake up Gomer you're in no harm just a bad dream you gonna sleep all day? wow it was a dream seems no way I know it was real I know that it was I looked out my window shades of gray I heard someone let out a giggle from behind me under my bed there they were all three fingers over lips shhh they said they smiled and made their noses wiggle Gomer LePoet...

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