"starward" poems - Hello Poetry

I remember so much and yet so little of that day, I remember the woods near our home where I would used to play. The den I made, smothered by oak and fern, The dragonflies sailing zephyrs and their power that I yearned. I remember clearer the presence of my father, Struggling through gaps he was far to large for, His smile strangely absent that day. I remember words he whispered "come child, today we are away." Those words mean little now So much more than they did back then, When my mind idled with dragonflies Locked in that wooden den. I remember seeing the earth Looking still, if not serene. Defiant in it's rotation. As countless ships, Starward monoliths Depart with naive expectation. Some decided to stay, As some always do. The rest sail for space in search of silent refuge. Once more we forgot ourselves Embracing our own foolish divinity. Forgetting the folly of our past As it echoes unto infinity. I remember once, now gazing at alien constellations, The lines we drew in shale and sand to mark our different nations. The pettiness we adored and the diplomacy we abhorred, We burnt the earth behind us And fled unto the stars. The last thing I remember, That day in late September, The last solar systems' ember Was the rusting glow of Mars. I forgot how much I missed that home Over the twelve cold years in space alone. This place is not so bad, But the trees weep strange, Leaves drooped and sad. From my window I see my grandson run Chasing the shadows of new earth's twinned suns. Fresh from the forrest A new found den. A second chance Don't Fail again.

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Apr 8, 2012

Apr 8, 2012 at 6:11 PM UTC

RWRutledge

Exodus

I remember so much and yet so little of that day, I remember the woods near our home where I would used to play. The den I made, smothered by oak and fern, The dragonflies sailing zephyrs and their power that I yearned. I remember clearer the presence of my father, Struggling through gaps he was far to large for, His smile strangely absent that day. I remember words he whispered "come child, today we are away." Those words mean little now So much more than they did back then, When my mind idled with dragonflies Locked in that wooden den. I remember seeing the earth Looking still, if not serene. Defiant in it's rotation. As countless ships, Starward monoliths Depart with naive expectation. Some decided to stay, As some always do. The rest sail for space in search of silent refuge. Once more we forgot ourselves Embracing our own foolish divinity. Forgetting the folly of our past As it echoes unto infinity. I remember once, now gazing at alien constellations, The lines we drew in shale and sand to mark our different nations. The pettiness we adored and the diplomacy we abhorred, We burnt the earth behind us And fled unto the stars. The last thing I remember, That day in late September, The last solar systems' ember Was the rusting glow of Mars. I forgot how much I missed that home Over the twelve cold years in space alone. This place is not so bad, But the trees weep strange, Leaves drooped and sad. From my window I see my grandson run Chasing the shadows of new earth's twinned suns. Fresh from the forrest A new found den. A second chance Don't Fail again.

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Simply smiling Lenses glazed Words are running Drums to the brim Do I hear it? Sons and daughters Parties, flowers This or that Something, something, yada... Maybe not. Feet untethered Yoke unbound Sailing starward Glimpsing upon fey I don't care to hear it.

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC

daniel-arocho

lost

Simply smiling Lenses glazed Words are running Drums to the brim Do I hear it? Sons and daughters Parties, flowers This or that Something, something, yada... Maybe not. Feet untethered Yoke unbound Sailing starward Glimpsing upon fey I don't care to hear it.

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A question posed in prose A subtle shudder washes through me As I seat myself to listen To these dark desires, and twisted dreams Filled with sighs and moans and scream My eyes look starward Head thrown back Breathe fluttering like butterflies As alliteration laps my thigh And whets the blade softly traversing down Legs press closed so gentle movement Excites the pearl inside I avert my eyes as told Feel your breath dark on my neck Feel the blood swell through me Thudding rhythms In time with its cadence Is this languishing? Are you a product of my dark desires? Ha. I am a product of yours. So I open myself fully Arms akimbo You imagine you to be MY puppet... Now imagine I am yours Waiting for the next penetrating words To drip lavaciously from your pen So I can absorb more of you within Now dreamed who again?

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May 27, 2017

May 27, 2017 at 6:50 PM UTC

Softlyspoken

Succubus

A question posed in prose A subtle shudder washes through me As I seat myself to listen To these dark desires, and twisted dreams Filled with sighs and moans and scream My eyes look starward Head thrown back Breathe fluttering like butterflies As alliteration laps my thigh And whets the blade softly traversing down Legs press closed so gentle movement Excites the pearl inside I avert my eyes as told Feel your breath dark on my neck Feel the blood swell through me Thudding rhythms In time with its cadence Is this languishing? Are you a product of my dark desires? Ha. I am a product of yours. So I open myself fully Arms akimbo You imagine you to be MY puppet... Now imagine I am yours Waiting for the next penetrating words To drip lavaciously from your pen So I can absorb more of you within Now dreamed who again?

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