"stargazer" poems
Lilium,
Ah, you fascinating flower, an old gardener who still looks after his duty, mumbled to himself in awe of the stargazer and spider lilies,
They seem so majestic, yet innocent to the extent of a wounderous aura sent by their gentle yet stinging smell, spreading across the room
He said to himself that maybe, if they are as beautiful and heavenly as he thought,their taste should be beyond reasoning goodness, sweet
Just one bite later, the taste engaging in his old mouth has caused him to become numb, confused and with an irrigular heart rate, paralised.
Oh such an intent, to punish all those who dare to bring ruin to their glory by eating them, trying their taste with death ? Truly murderous.
Seeping through his body before slowly draining his poor life force, the fate of an unknowing man who had become the vessel of great unfolding fury of a flower which seemed to be so kind before hand.
A treasure is alike a flower, the gift of life resembling its beauty and hournour, growing proud until the sweet poison of death overtakes it
When I knew the meaning of eternity you were no longer there, Darling
~ Umi
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
If you're the moon with your phases
Then I'm a star gazer, mesmerised by the view..
And if your 'ring of Saturn' falls out I'd go up there myself and find one more suited for you
And how does it feel to have a face that so many call home?..
Cause for three sleepless nights, this 'homeless girl' gave up everything just to write you a poem..
Oh I've been struggling,
I've been staring at the page for ages,
Trying to find the most honest way to say this..
See every time you touch my heart I feel it breaking
So I will never let you know..
But you are so beautiful, I can't take it
And no I won't stop believing
That everyone comes into your life for some kind of reason..
But I'm not using you to write, I'm using you as a source for breathing
though every time I see you I fall to pieces..
..But every piece is in awe with you
So would you collect them and adore me too?
Oh I just can't describe this..
If there was a metaphor you know I'd write it..
You make me lost for words but I won't stop trying,
In hope of finding new parts of you,
Oh you are so beautiful, I don't like it
Cause it ties knots in my stomach.
And then my heart beat drains out the city but I can't stop it..
Is this a horrible poem cause I'm just being honest..
And though adrenaline is supposed to keep me going,
Oh you are so beautiful I can't focus
So don't get too close for comfort
Cause I love you so much my heart hurts,
And it's a pain my heart could take
If you just stay and take the pain away
And your little smile could go to the end of the world,
And I'd whisper your name if it was the end of the world,
..And I have writers block so I don't know what rhymes with 'end of the world',
But don't let me go even when you're someone else's girl
Cause you'll still always be this loser's world :')
.. And if I'm a stargazer mesmerised by the view,
Then I hope every constellation will add up to you.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 4:55 AM UTC
I like my women like I like my flowers,
down to Earth, and she’s rooted to the concept.
From her orchard, orchids cry out that she’s
a beauty. A beauty as bold as baby’s breath
but she’s not soft-spoken. It’s written in her
blue-eyed, irises that she’s a stargazer
with a heart made of marigolds, laced together
by Queen Anne. She sprouted out of that cracked
cement with tulips curled to the cosmos, greeting
morning glories with a stellar smile, that I fell for
like a shooting star. She’s a bloomed-beauty that’s
bound to this Earth, and well, I’d pick her up any day.
© Matthew Harlovic
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
City lights above
Piercing through the darkest night
I don't want to sleep
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
this is for the Dreamers, Lovers, and Surgeons
for the Hopeless Stargazer who immortalized his Subject with one hundred and eight sets of fourteen lines in iambic pentameter
for ***** tight clad teenage boys who envied frisky fleas, struggling to make holy ungodly passions with cheap arguments and metaphysical pick up lines
for Disillusioned City Dwellers, who, wandering lonely as clouds, stopped to quietly reflect upon wind-beaten moss-covered crags, and heard God’s whisper thunder from petals and blades of grass
this is for the Dreamers, Lovers, and Surgeons
for Bespectacled Slave Drivers who submersed idle minds in anthologies, forcing them to **** neon yellow on dreams deferred and rivers; slicing and dicing Grecian urns with red ball point pens; bruising and battering, in blue ball point, roads not taken; scalding supermarkets in California with pyroclastic flows of graphite
for those pushing to tear apart lines and letters, reconstructing ,deconstructing, agonizing, imaginizing, bullshitting, and brooding on to crisp white sheets in times new roman twelve point font
for the Monsters and Lollipops that exist in the millimeters between a skull and a brain
this is for the Dreamers, Lovers, and Surgeons slumbering beneath Restless Leaves Under the Moon
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 10:39 AM UTC
A Comet passed too near the sun,
and was filmed disintegrating..
Perhaps its G.P.S. was off
or just recalculating.
The solar skimming comet
surely melted in the heat.
Old King Sol, our yellow dwarf
Enjoyed his slurpee treat.
Astronomers were quite tight lipped
When asked to speak upon it
All I got from one stargazer
Was a terse” No Comet!”
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 8:02 PM UTC
sometimes you give me this feeling
that science is all wrong:
you are the center of the universe
I want to watch you stargaze,
see your eyes light up with excitement
while meteors shower around us
your smile is the moon
bright, beautiful
and I'll make a wish that it never ends
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
Self-cut ginger locks that ooze pretension
pontificating so bluntly about "Cinema"
He buys Sociology textbooks at GoodWill,
TL;DR,
but they look good on a dusty shelf
don't they?
Mocking potential reactions to his
apparent ignorance.
A stoner who has never been high,
An existentialist who has never known what it is to die
A stargazer who has never seen the sky,
Highly expectant yet always refuses to try.
Ridicules what he doesn't understand
Taste so bland,
could swear he was conceived by the
FDA in a public school kitchen.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 2:53 PM UTC
My dear shooting star:
never fall from the heavens
just to be with me.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 7:38 AM UTC
You are like middle class meets star gazer
Your eyes on the sparkle in your dream but you don’t know if its found when you are sleeping or running through your always going, never ending life. Your responsibilities sky high, so much on your plate that you are forgetting that happy is already on your platter you just have to slow down to taste it. Wanted time wasted on the idea that success will bring you happiness. That money is where this is happenen… You are sometimes on the right side, spending time and care instead of money and pulled out hair. Contemplating the weight of the wind, What spirit really means. Exploring where you begin and the universe ends .other times you are all kinds of, I don’t want to say wrong but not right … maybe left, left out of place, left behind your fast paced life, left wondering but not left to think out loud. Not left with feeling right.im not suggesting that you should run in circles but if right is right then take it. Hold on to your hopes and make it. If you feel like you fake it either quit or fake it tell you make it part of you. You said that you are always in your head, I think you are always in a hum, Seeing the connection in your life and always putting it together wrong. Maybe the stars are where it starts. Maybe they are a map that connects our life with our hearts. Maybe money is just paper, and people are too valuable to break down in such simple transaction. Perhaps middle class means nothing, just like money… because classifying people makes no since. That sentence a lot like money, so alike always boxing people in. you are a successes chaser, not knowing how you define the word. I am trying to give it a definition. But you may replace the word all together, reconfigure a new sentence. This is just a star gazers perspective, to someone who’s self-reflective, here’s just a perplexing statement about what success is. One star gazer to the next one, just let go a little and figure out this conundrum.
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
Dear little stargazer
Please look at me
I'm a star too
Can't you see?
Oh little stargazer
What are you looking for
Am I not enough?
Why must you want more?
Poor little stargazer
You seem down
Trust in me
I'll wipe away that frown
Tired little stargazer
I am here for you
And I promise that
I'll never leave too
Sweet little stargazer
Have a little faith
You have amazing talents
That no one can ever take
Listen to me stargazer
Learn to be content
With everything you have
For you they were all sent
My dear stargazer
The only thing I wish you to be
Is you to look at the mirror
And be happy with what you see
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
If a stargazer falls for you,
every star and asterisk she finds
will bear your name.
She will trace the constellations
just to prove how the heavens
were drawn to resemble your jawline
If a traveler falls for you,
every road she takes will fold back on itself.
Her maps, her compass,
will betray her in the quietest way—
every route leading, inevitably,
to you
If a scientist falls for you,
she will build a formula out of fragments—
half logic, half longing—
so the reaction between you two
never reaches its half-life
If a musician falls for you,
your name will hum beneath her chords,
a refrain she can’t erase.
Even the birds, on the first day of spring,
will learn to sing it back to her
If an artist falls for you,
you will live in every canvas—
in the tilt of light against your face,
in the way your hand curls
mid-laughter, mid-silence,
mid-midnight conversation
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC
Under the Auroras,
beneath the nebulas,
behind the stars
-- you can find me next to you,
-- gazing --
falling asleep in your arms.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
I always carry a pen in my pocket.
I watch I Love Lucy reruns when I’m upset.
Chocolate is my obsession, my “péché migon.”
I listen to quiet chatter and music without lyrics when I’m trying to focus.
I am far from a picky eater, but I cannot stand ketchup or licorice.
Watching Gilmore Girls religiously for five years taught me that life is too short to talk slowly enough for people to understand you.
I find the world hilarious.
Making it easy for people to laugh with me is my goal.
I ogle over Ducky from Pretty in Pink with my best friend every time I need a reminder that not all boys are ****
I want to walk down the aisle holding a bouquet of stargazer lilies, as my mom did before me, and I lose myself in Degas’ “L’étoile” every so often.
Burt’s Bees honey lip balm reminds me of my childhood Winnie-the-Pooh scratch-and-sniff book.
Every cup of Constant Comment tea, pair of jeans that fits perfectly, night spent listening to rain hit the roof, and run through damp grass with bare feet reminds me that life is beautiful.
Once, I ate so much pineapple I burned the lining of my mouth.
I cried the first time I heard “Save Us” by Cartel and saw the ending of Cyrano de Bergerac in French.
I am going to marry the genius who invented cinnamon brown sugar Pop Tarts.
Everyday, when I leave the house, I blow a kiss to the picture of Walter Payton my dad hung above the doorway to our garage.
When on vacation, my family and I buy pastries and coffee and walk in front of a jewelry store, attempting to recreate the scene from Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Life should be a little crazy most of the time.
I may seem difficult to live with, but I’ve shared a room with my little sister for fifteen years, and she only hates me sixty-three percent of the time.
I hope that you are up for a few good laughs and an extraordinary year.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
Insomnia and delirium, awake at 4 AM
The bed doesn't feel warm and cozy, like it doesn't belong to me
Everything that I desire goes against all I require to keep going
But I know I'm not the only one out here, there's more of them
I'm sure I''m not the only one who believes in love
Not the kind in saturated love songs
Or in nonsensical fabricated romantic comedies
But in the kind where the hearts beat out of time together and the sensation is expressible but the two involved can understand the ecstatic passion in their minds and bodies
I hope I am not the singled out protester
Against the back handed complements put upon those looking for a admiring passer by
The lone stargazer with a faithful notion that more is out there and we are so small in the scheme of things but just as necessary as the rest of the universe
The last of the proprietors of peace, I pray I am one of many
Raise your hand if you've felt one of the following and while your at it shed a tear for the fellow phalanges in the sky
-Enraged
-Frightened
-Skeptical
-Disappointed
-Ashamed
-Dismayed
-Abandoned
-Forgotten
-Unimportant
-Betrayed
-Hurt
-Humiliated
Both of my hands are right along side yours and they may be ***** have scars and bruises
But you know what?
They still work and they're still strong and will grapple the next hardship I face
And your hand will endure to, with your heart and the sense of what you need and what you want
At the next show of hand lets raise them to see whose felt enlightened, loved, courageous, inspired and proud
That way maybe none of us ever have to feel alone
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
A tranquil silence presides as night arrives and the moon begins to shine
Wolves stand upon rocks in their thick grey locks and howl at twelve o’ clock
An immutable drip from the precipitation slips and splashes upon a surface
as does a tear that gracefully falls from the face with a purpose.
Leaves occasionally rustle amongst themselves and the grass giggles
The margins of my brain begin to echo eerily to the rhythm of nothing,
like an acappella that is performed by a tone deaf woodpecker with no beak.
Stargazer’s eyes become mystified as they stare at the sleeping sky
watching the sea of stars twinkle to the beat of dead space.
Crickets crick a hook like they are stuck on one being used as fishing bait
A streaming river in the distance whistles a soothing, harmonious lull,
and the biting wind whispers mellifluously just like a flute
As closed eyes listen to an orchestra perform like that of a church,
and midnight is when the service begins.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
You can see the congregation, accumulation of lights,
Like a astronomical version of a jar of fireflies,
Waiting for hours to just see a slight movement of galaxies in the sky,
A city of stars for you to gaze at all night,
Keep your head up at the little lights,
You little stargazer,
Because waiting helps you to find the miracles in life.
You may be the size of stardust,
Surrounded by trillions of stars, and it might be too much for you at the moment
But remember that when you look down,
You might run into a wall, and you won’t be able to find your way,
As your ancestors once did,
The small specs of burning elements guiding their every move.
Keep your head up, little stargazer,
Because finding your way at night will help you know who you are,
Sail across the seas,
Walk through the deepest caverns,
Explore every nook and cranny to find your center,
Just keep your head up, and look to the stars for guidance,
Because they aren’t just a city of stars,
You name the stars in the sky to find your way,
To guide your life,
To learn more about the world and the existence of everything around you.
Just keep your head up.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
Flowers sway careless
I'm a budding stargazer
A flourishing Queen
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
Within the silvery filaments are the elevators of the stars, becoming light to travel seems so avant-garde.
Tethers so distance we cannot fathom the array, magnetic disturbances that resist the ravages of decay.
Portals trapped in dark matter holding keys to sapphire sunsets and triple moon rises, to stand on far gone lands mesmerized by unknown horizons.
Simply lost inside a mindscape that unfolds into forever, keep those blissful visions that cage emotions that we treasure.
So as I look at stars with hope of infinite wonder, I step into a dream of lifetimes without number.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
And I came to realize that all these common eyes of brown ever wanted was to gaze upon the marvelous sight of you.
For a time my only concern was the vast cosmos,
and my mind attempted constantly to comprehend it.
But had the foolishness finally fled from my heart?
It posed as the wise one when it turned my focus to you.
And I fell for the sun's rays in the depth of your eyes
and concluded that I was interested only in the constellations formed from the freckles scattered on your cheeks.
The only space that fascinated me was the space existing between your fingers.
Yes, I assumed that my senseless heart had regained its wit.
Little did I know.
For once a stargazer, always a stargazer,
and my heart had become a fool for the universe in you.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
Field grazer acting like her parents
Didn't razor better
The year of the ****
The seat of an empire
Dazed by the magnitude
Of our satellite flyer
Making wishes/ playing games
You would find her in the rain
Year of the dog
Cast out vagabond
Didn't trust dad or mom
With the blood caked on their hands
You demand
To know why god won't show himself
On this year of the dog
Galaxies spread out in the darkness
Stars aren't this hot forever
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 9:00 AM UTC
Introduce yourself, Stargazer.
*An introduction you'd like?
Would it be worth the fight?
Where would you be left at,
defending the gun or the knife?*
Don't complicate things,
I've explained to you why,
expose to the people
what you've failed to hide
*I've told you, you know,
hundreds of times!
You don't want to see
what I've locked deep inside...*
I know you don't want to,
I know it must hurt,
but fearing to speak freely
is a waste of your words
*You think you understand it,
you think you'll be fine
but you haven't even dreamed of
the images in my mind...*
Come to me,
slow down and breathe,
have you ever heard the birds
sing their sweet melody,
high up in the tree tops,
effortlessly?
*you know that I have
they sing to the cat
that sits there and listens
while they sit there and laugh..
...
Don't lecture me please, I'm not in the mood
I'm doing everything you taught me not to
And successfully so, I think I'm doing just fine,
The only thing I ever asked was that you kissed me goodnight*
Sweet innocent girl, her wisdom in you shows,
she's speaking through you, every where that you go
So disregard the rule that said keep your mouth closed,
Speak as loud as you'd like, in the garden they grow
*I exposed him to my secrets,
instead of locking them away
I closed my eyes and told him,
about every single day*
What will he do if he knows,
did you consider cons before pros?
Don't stand there and wait,
watching another one go
*I trust him you see,
its awkwardly unique
I'm cautiously curious
without wants or needs*
Be careful young lady,
don't jump in with both feet,
If you can't see the bottom,
You can't tell how deep
*How long must I stay,
one toe at a time,
as though giving up,
was suddenly a crime*
Its sensitive love,
you must understand,
the heart he keeps hold of,
will never leave his hands
*I want to break free,
I want to shed that skin,
I want to be better,
then I was with him..*
You can be anything you want to be,
I watch you dream as far as your eyes see
seeing the world, one day at a time,
is the way she imagined you'd live your life...
Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 4:54 AM UTC
Metal orbs
spheres of light
heavenly
guides do not
abandon
travelers
at any
time in their
eternal
quest
and burning
withering
away to
golden dust
carried then
by the winds
withstanding
every
pain struggle
arriving
then
by carriage
at ancient
palace gates.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC
Moving hard out
of the gate.
Zip-lining, flying out
of this state.
Everything seems so small
as I elevate.
People sound so slow
as they dissipate.
Floating in ninety-eight, point six
degrees.
Nobody cares for tricks
as your thoughts leave.
Yeah, they leave you
stranded, you see.
When you see the stars
you're still not even close.
Realizing rational decisions
were never what you first chose.
Brain waves, surgical incisions
you can be the King and everyone knows.
Harnessing grandiose visions,
as the wind cuts through your petty shows
and lines up your mistakes in neat little rows.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 5:57 PM UTC
*Soulful existence neath the stars
Millions of hope sparkling above
Its blaze is just a soothing light
For me to contemplate on the past
I try to connect the glittering stars
Sketching the thoughts in my mind
How far they maybe for me to touch
I connect with them from my heart
Eroding the distance between us
Hoping to find a place amongst them
Waiting to sparkle in the night sky
And connect with another stargazer*
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC