"stardrops" poems - Hello Poetry

Spires silhouette the peaks of cobalt Mountains. An ancient castle in the sky Made small by the Jovian night. A Hundred worlds engulfed within the eye Reflected in stardrops, quilted by the sigh Of a species that had lost its wonder. One last Traveler, the last of her kind, Dieing on the veranda Of the fortress she had called her home, Reaching her scaled hand to the stars She asks, "Are we alone?"

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Feb 10, 2015

Feb 10, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC

RWRutledge

Cobalt

Spires silhouette the peaks of cobalt Mountains. An ancient castle in the sky Made small by the Jovian night. A Hundred worlds engulfed within the eye Reflected in stardrops, quilted by the sigh Of a species that had lost its wonder. One last Traveler, the last of her kind, Dieing on the veranda Of the fortress she had called her home, Reaching her scaled hand to the stars She asks, "Are we alone?"

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Morning sun, pale gold, clearly skied, Blinded me oh so sweetly. You stole my breath Without so much as a breath in return. My eyes danced and swam, Glazed in the pale glow As gold dust danced across my skin. Breath pooling and curling around My nose, to fade out into Oblivion Encountered stars above my head Our star-crossed romance. Stars danced upon my tears Like rude stardrops The tears, not knowing If their parents were glee or misery ******* tears betrayed me again To your soft words. Alas! This world is too harsh for me. Strike me down again, hot iron. Steel, steal, iron's cherry hot, white. So blindingly white. Much like the snow that dazzled me Glittering like lost dust-diamonds Stars decorated the trees Glittering in the forever-twilight The blackest ice dusted the cold walk However gold Painted the clouds without abandon Radiating long rosy fingers Speckled with stars Painted in pale gold Again, lost in a swirl and blur Of pale gold, a honey snow drop In the beginning, an annual event Where bottled stars are served and Drunk, silly to our heads and our Hearts. All amber and pale gold. The rush, embrace. The dizzy effect, of staring down, pondering A fate, to disappear into oblivion Leaving only a quaff of stardust in our wake. We court disaster and dance, strafing one another Together. Among the pale gold and blinded. Havock among an Eternity.

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Jan 24, 2013

Jan 24, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC

redacted

Havock Among

Morning sun, pale gold, clearly skied, Blinded me oh so sweetly. You stole my breath Without so much as a breath in return. My eyes danced and swam, Glazed in the pale glow As gold dust danced across my skin. Breath pooling and curling around My nose, to fade out into Oblivion Encountered stars above my head Our star-crossed romance. Stars danced upon my tears Like rude stardrops The tears, not knowing If their parents were glee or misery ******* tears betrayed me again To your soft words. Alas! This world is too harsh for me. Strike me down again, hot iron. Steel, steal, iron's cherry hot, white. So blindingly white. Much like the snow that dazzled me Glittering like lost dust-diamonds Stars decorated the trees Glittering in the forever-twilight The blackest ice dusted the cold walk However gold Painted the clouds without abandon Radiating long rosy fingers Speckled with stars Painted in pale gold Again, lost in a swirl and blur Of pale gold, a honey snow drop In the beginning, an annual event Where bottled stars are served and Drunk, silly to our heads and our Hearts. All amber and pale gold. The rush, embrace. The dizzy effect, of staring down, pondering A fate, to disappear into oblivion Leaving only a quaff of stardust in our wake. We court disaster and dance, strafing one another Together. Among the pale gold and blinded. Havock among an Eternity.

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Heaven’s River flows stardrops rain down through the night ***** out the candle

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Oct 26, 2017

Oct 26, 2017 at 10:34 PM UTC

richard-grahn

001-- Haiku/Senryu

Heaven’s River flows stardrops rain down through the night ***** out the candle

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we die, and the stars watch. let them perish, venus whispers to mercury. see what they have done. nebulas look at us and laugh at our "rebirth". they know that something as stained as this cannot - will not - come again. humanity was the galaxy's mistake and now it must be blotted out with fusion. perhaps not all of them are vindictive. (far-off in the sky, andromeda mourns the loss of her story. virgo keens to cancer as they cry silent stardrops.) but for the most part, the universe celebrates our demise. once upon a time, we worshiped the earth, but now we slumber on as the world crumbles. the planet will not wake us.

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Aug 30, 2015

Aug 30, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC

glassea

let mountains fall

we die, and the stars watch. let them perish, venus whispers to mercury. see what they have done. nebulas look at us and laugh at our "rebirth". they know that something as stained as this cannot - will not - come again. humanity was the galaxy's mistake and now it must be blotted out with fusion. perhaps not all of them are vindictive. (far-off in the sky, andromeda mourns the loss of her story. virgo keens to cancer as they cry silent stardrops.) but for the most part, the universe celebrates our demise. once upon a time, we worshiped the earth, but now we slumber on as the world crumbles. the planet will not wake us.

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