"starlights" poems
One look at you and
I saw the smile on your face
reflect the starlights.
Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 6:29 PM UTC
The night grows
The wind blows
Unseen stars
from windows
Tamed heights
Untrained eyes
see hope in
city lights.
But my soul longs
for starlights
with you
by my side.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
KEEP a red heart of memories
Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky,
Under the open sun and the yellow gloaming embers.
Remember all paydays of lilacs and songbirds;
All starlights of cool memories on storm paths.
Out of this prairie rise the faces of dead men.
They speak to me. I can not tell you what they say.
Other faces rise on the prairie.
They are the unborn. The future.
Yesterday and to-morrow cross and mix on the skyline
The two are lost in a purple haze. One forgets. One waits.
In the yellow dust of sunsets, in the meadows of vermilion eight o'clock June nights ... the dead men and the unborn children speak to me ... I can not tell you what they say ... you listen and you know.
I don't care who you are, man:
I know a woman is looking for you
and her soul is a corn-tassel kissing a south-west wind.
(The farm-boy whose face is the color of brick-dust, is calling the cows; he will form the letter X with crossed streams of milk from the teats; he will beat a tattoo on the bottom of a tin pail with X's of milk.)
I don't care who you are, man:
I know sons and daughters looking for you
And they are gray dust working toward star paths
And you see them from a garret window when you laugh
At your luck and murmur, "I don't care."
I don't care who you are, woman:
I know a man is looking for you
And his soul is a south-west wind kissing a corn-tassel.
(The kitchen girl on the farm is throwing oats to the chickens and the buff of their feathers says hello to the sunset's late maroon.)
I don't care who you are, woman:
I know sons and daughters looking for you
And they are next year's wheat or the year after hidden in the dark and loam.
My love is a yellow hammer spinning circles in Ohio, Indiana. My love is a redbird shooting flights in straight lines in Kentucky and Tennessee. My love is an early robin flaming an ember of copper on her shoulders in March and April. My love is a graybird living in the eaves of a Michigan house all winter. Why is my love always a crying thing of wings?
On the Indiana dunes, in the Mississippi marshes, I have asked: Is it only a fishbone on the beach?
Is it only a dog's jaw or a horse's skull whitening in the sun? Is the red heart of man only ashes? Is the flame of it all a white light switched off and the power house wires cut?
Why do the prairie roses answer every summer? Why do the changing repeating rains come back out of the salt sea wind-blown? Why do the stars keep their tracks? Why do the cradles of the sky rock new babies?
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Listen to the slivering paths of the Autumn breeze
The coming velvety skies drenched in ink reflecting silver stars
Wave goodbyes to the elusive flawed brown stone with pensive eyes
A heart will gasp years ahead for callousness past shown now in tears
Remember those golden sunsets for now woeful days are never azure
Watery eyes and wrinkled mask lament a time you could have shared
A King's ransom at your feet twined with an honest heart assured
Hear the whisperings of the mockingbirds and muted cold choruses
Rainbow starlights betrays pots of gold hidden never to be found
Maidens dance retro and the harpist pluck for painters with brushes
By sunkissed shores blends of contrasts joyous in customary ponds
Smiles pure from honeyed caves same when as waxed spears plunges
Save me a place in the delights of Troy and tell Helen to send a sound
Bring me home to peace and love, rescue me from lions in golden cages
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
on that night
with winter
winds,
hums,
and miserable
breeze,
there he sat,
his eyes
wandering
from right to left
up and down
all around
corners to corners
branching
a thought
to another
a note
to a song
a word
to a poem.
him with his
glances,
stands
and built,
under that
moonlit sky
with starlights,
air filled with
warmth and
frost,
i witness his
cries,
heard his tears,
felt his fears.
i became
an overthinker
from worrying
about the other.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 3:11 AM UTC
Distraught, with alien invaded heart
I partied with the night in my thoughts.
Dark, distant and silent as perceived, yet
She was candid, sweetness personified.
Let me taste swigs of wine from her cup
Sung me a lullaby of ethereal starlights
Dreams plucked from nights, she gifted
Weeded out nightmares deeply embeded.
On a dream boat chosen,I set sailed alone
To an emerald island at the middle of
the ocean,
And made up my mind never to sail back.
Adamant I was not to be out of that dream
Beloved, erotic, night conjured up for me
With the twist of her psychedelic finger.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 2:09 PM UTC
You keep me up with thoughts of you
like any other nights
When I think of how your eyes
would wrinkle up to the sides of your face
as you let out a genuine smile
With my fingers evident with smudged lead,
and words flow on paper
of how ethereally beautiful you are
How your existence would surpass tenfold
the radiance of the passing cars
of the busy midnight streets
Oh I just wish to spend a night awake in your arms,
with my fingers in between yours
under the covers of my sheets
The bed doesn't make me want to sleep
They couldn't give me comfort
unlike your smile
that can bring the sun rays to shame
You could not compare to thousand starlights
Your eyes surrender to sleep
And your feeble yawn—
Let us call it the night
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
The desert gradually turned to a grassy thicket
tamarack branches turn towards the fleeting dusk
above, ancient starlights fade in cimmerian skies
their ghostly glow choked by the sullen silhouettes
of churning charcoal clouds against the abyss.
The world feels as though she is being devoured
by nothing and emptiness.
Again the tortured-self awakes inside of Apricus
wrestling with its bindings merely out of gall.
It elicits ache in the belly of its captor,
the kind that only heartbreak makes inside us all
and once the tantrum cease,
it laugh a little before it speak
*The darkness comes, not for you and I alone
but in the end all life is its sacrifice,
why struggle any longer to change the minds of sheep?
Has the battle not hardened our flesh, sharpened our teeth,
has it not made us hungry for what lesser men eat?*
A thunderhead above him began to coil
tightening its hold around the moon,
each rotation siphoned the lunar light
till the well traveled soil of the trail
turn to a thin brush, then into a heavy wood.
Ask not if you shall stray from your path
rather ask if you will have the constitution
to find your way back in the black
of a stormy night.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
This floral world
surrounds
her blackened wings.
Thorns hover, blood-stained,
above ashen lips...
they taste the sting.
The flight of myriad starlights
shows the way
for the final plunge
to the lonely tomb.
The creature is revealed...
it has arrived.
She has found us.
She has come home.
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
Immortal.
Oh, yes, he is immortal.
Immortal in his youthfulness indeed!
He shalt age and grow but never change;
he shalt wane and wither just in pain!
Just like a stubborn day rainfall-
ah! which remains a thick stifling veil
to our young sky, and its starlights-
like a loyal fence and its old window;
sitting and hoping that endings shalt never show
Yes, he shalt but still look the same tomorrow.
Ah! His eyes but a way down to my soul;
which I find lone but beguiling!
Pangs of endurance and blighting pain-
all vanish soon as I catch the sight of 'im again!
Oh! And with an indolent smile so comely;
he shalt answer up all my queries vividly!
Brilliance and height but with his tones;
but of a wit firm as an obedient stone-
he washes me of all my doubts,
fears, and worries of my small thoughts.
Amidst the decaying weary roses,
and those pallid old-time posters
he is but my friend, so jolly and bright like me.
He shalt stand there with shy feelings
next to the bustling stairs in the mornings.
And out doth I venture on errands-
so late that I need nearly run!
Greeting me there he smiles again-
and all day shalt his picture remain!
O, how I adore his cherry-like lips-
full of secrets, brave rays, and twists!
He is my immortal sun and star-
the flow that fills, and rises my heart.
He is my undying day and night-
to my thunder, he's brown starlight!
Ah! He is corrupting me again with love-
but in his eyes doth I find clarity!
Clarity, my dear, a bright tenderness and promise
that no other lover can surmise.
Oh, my whole sweetness-canst thou hear me
scream and pray for thee?
Ah, how that bunch of wordless gazes
brimming with startling eyelashes-
when thou peered into my moonless sun;
thrilled through me and proved us one.
And ah! My young sailor, be but my dawn to me-
when nights are lies and dusks are unfree.
Shield me on gray mountaintops-
hold my hand as I stroll amongst the shops.
Heap on me some flowers!
How betwixt those icy morning showers-
shalt thou retreat to my bower.
With a ring of blissful laughter-
and the joy of a new prudent lover;
shalt we entwine just together
and celebrate our glad encounter!
Meanwhile with conscience thy entreat-
that the vow of union I repeat-
and bringst thy heart which hast made me blind-
and knit thy pure love into mine.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
I remember gazing into the abyss of starlights and sequin sparkles of your dilated pupils;
I remember listening to your sweet singsong voice when you call for my presence.
I remember the feeling of your gentle strong hands at the sides of my waist;
I remember the smell of your lingering odour that inhabited my belongings.
I remember the taste of your sweetish lips locked against mine in that long awaited period;
I remember and know that you've kept me whole all this while, to lengths too perplexed to say--
that when you now only exist as a fair lone memory,
all my five senses have gone away.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
Arms flesh spirals rocketing
Climbing bursting over through cloudsspace dust particles
Explosive birth
Coronas starlights fast
Grasped in the black
Clasped together
In the sparkling
Universe
Oneness symmetric
A glimpse
Oh my love,
Heaven.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 2:31 PM UTC
Painters hands always so messy oiled up
reek of turpentine smoke moonshine
Alizarin crimson streaks lamp black roots
their faces gesso'd to unreality they fan
brushes broken
canvases filled to their brim
much as poets
who reek of one day's and starlights
mountain peaks they haven't seen
Martini's black in white spaces, coats waiting to attack,
tie up.
With dried up pens, filled notebook paper.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
cure yourself by finding another boy, one who wants to hold
your fingers as you lose yourself in flaxen
starlights.
cure yourself by singing until your throat chafes
like sandpaper.
cure yourself by telling yourself that you are the moon,
and the moon is you, and she is laughing with you,
shining for you, waiting for you to glimmer.
cure yourself by finding the right people, the ones who
grasp you with splintered paws and souls
searching for whatever tastes like bubblegum.
darling, you won’t be cured right away,
take it day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute,
don’t forget to watch the sun
rise, to smell the coffee with shaky fingers.
cure yourself by watching the cream dance with the
shadows.
bruises are only
temporary.
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 12:05 AM UTC
Here’s a space to dream.
Of sleepless nights staring at starlights,
Only dropping twinkles can enter this bubble,
Of you and I.
You and I
Will meet where crossroads are paused
When cars stop and red lights glow
Beyond the smog of the city. I
will never forget, how eye
to eye, we were traumatised
by the beauty of painful love.
Or maybe, maybe, it was just my
imagination, the way lies
seem like truths
so easily disguised.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 10:05 AM UTC
let’s explore the universe of love
.
like galactic butterflies
,
we soar, we link
,
we dance, we sync
.
lost in cosmic euphoria,
induced by the warming glow of starlights
,
& the undeniable feeling of being home
.
we marvel in the light
,
like sunbathing crystals
,
casting rainbows threw space
.
our beauty is endless & moving
.
we are so divine
,
& now we are free.
free to love, to dream,
to create, & to play.
we breathe in prana
& we feel peace.
we bask in the essence of love & oneness
.
we let it fuel us
& fill us up
.
look at us
, we are so high now
,
we are the sky now.
there is no going back
,
but we never would
,
cause the truth has never felt so good.
we were made for this
.
we were made for bliss
.
we are the fruits of this universal tree,
i was always you
& you always were me
.
now we are infinite.
now we are home
.
now we are alive.
oh tender heart
,
oh fragile mind
,
your soul is free
& so is mine
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
Starlights shining
In the generously calming night sky
Sitting as an individual
Thoughts around another
Memories flowing
In an abundantly happy mind
Reminiscing as an individual
Pictures having another
A rhythm still thumping
In a romantically filled heart
Loving as an individual
Feelings consisting another
Another individual
Remains
In the mirror of this soul
Reminding this individual
That we are not actually alone...
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:37 AM UTC
Choice
Wedding Ring
Upon Finger of Hope
Sweet Spring of Life
Again And Again
Returning
Daughter of Smiling Adoration
Harp Strings Majesty
Sweet Holy Song
Written Upon a Hammers Blow
An Artists Brush
A Mind of Bits and Pieces ever Floating
Creation
Your Soul
My Wife
A Bit Young .. I Thought
..But Not Really
Perfect
For Your Innocent Beauty
Is Commitment to Life
Protection Loves Circle
Shrouded Starlights Glory
Turned Outward
Loyal Guard
Shine Beauty
None Shall Have Your
Sparkling Eyes
This Smile
For Your Heart
Is True
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 12:51 PM UTC
Do stars gather every night
For this dear mortal to absorb their delight?
Does their light patiently travel all those miles
Only for these eyes to absorb them with smiles?
Gravity of Force, gravity of Love
I wonder how much stardust twinkles in my ****** glove.
Grab a plate
Grab a drink
Fly if need be
Allow your thoughts to levitate among stars
Go outside and accompany them
Despite their countless numbers
Always being present
As if waiting for me to accompany them
As if without me they're incomplete
Happily flickering when they see me
Wanting me to be part of their story
Twinkling novas and dancing nebulas
Stars probably say, "there's Earth again, a merry go round, humans hide among rooftops and ground"
Numerous or singular, planetary or nebular
Human dust or stardust, neither of this matters
Humans in days, stars in miles
We all stories in the end
Eyes are windows of the soul,
Stars are windows of the universe abode
God's winking morse code
"Hi there, I see you"
Stars or souls, we're all stories in the end
Made in images of our Creator
So much so, even neuron clusters in human brains
Have similiar visual patterns of galactic clusters in heavenly terrain.
Sapiens city lights, interstellar starlights
So close, yet also, so far away
Sometimes I feel YHWH's eyes on me
The many, many thousands of starry eyes
As if God's out there and I'm just stardust
But YHWH is everywhere
Just like starry eyes
Gravity of Force, gravity of Love
I'm in God's story 'till the end.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 4:14 PM UTC
There are times that pass us
Where the looks in the eyes if our counterparts don't seem to reflect the ocean of haphazard fishes that float to the surface of our own.
We all have this life, this temporary state of being before stumbling upon the key which unlocks our next current,
jet stream,
whirlpool,
flood.
I think of you-
not often,
more than often enough.
I know you witnessed my recalibration
cause tough love is rough
but we grow from it
and stuff
You were so beautiful
with those scars painted on your eyes
And I was so beautiful
pumping veins made by starlights of ancient skies
I was lost in my lovely time
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
Whisper forever your warm , endearing sweet musical question in my longing ear . Sing to me on confused , windswept blue and ivory mornings with improvisational ballads of great candor , disguised in starlights language . Ballads of clarity , brilliance and great emotion ..
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
there will always be starlights in you that others couldn’t capture,
no matter how much i scream to their face to see how bright they gleam.
as i started to realize that they just don’t mean to spark for them—
that was when i found why my heart was the only one that burn.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
The silver dew seeps through my shoes
No one
Not by the goalposts
Not by the gravel footprints
Hears my music
Bold streetlights lit across the night
The twinkling starlights
Like leaves in the river
Grey charcoal clouds
That swallow the tops of tall trees
Aligned silently by the roadside
I'm only true in the empty stillness
Where my own sound floats softly
Like echoing birds in snow
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
( Sonnet )
My love beamed back to heavens overrun,
In a field where we stood so held in light,
As radiance teemed, our crown of sun
And never again was any day so bright.
Never were flowers too alive, so moving,
As we, they blanketed the fields of youth,
A memory set in starlights of blooming,
Our innocence eternal, O such beauty!
But bliss became loss caged in that one day
And light was shed from a gift to a sorrow,
Luster of dream, once held, now so faraway,
Only memories of image, dim light to borrow,
How spark of bliss fades in young sun, so soon
Lovers overrun, once held, in fields of bloom.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
I miss her tonight
but then I realize
that we share the same sky.
I miss how her eyes
glittered that night we met
as the stars do,
And oh the way
She looked at me
I remember my heart
fleeting, sinking, beating
under her lovely starlights.
I don't sleep at nights
and wonder if I am
awake in her dreams
of us wandering across
our moonlit sky
and how our silhouettes
against the moon
for once eclipses
the majesty of the space
and it's infinite starlights.
I miss her every night
looking at our sky
dreaming of my starlight.
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC