#starlitpoems

[heartofmuse]

You write constellations in my heart. Every touch of your hands a prickpoint of light that guides my way in the dark.

e.v.e.

[ramblebramblepoetry]

Paint a portrait of midnight from rescued dreams

And sound off each heartache at dawn;

A roll call of regrets for the new sun to burn

Down to nothing.

[hiddenbehindmycreativity]

Winds

Thinking of you as 

I feel the breeze

Gently caressing my face as

It makes its way past me. 

Caressing me gently, I breathe it in,

Slowly

Hoping it’ll linger just a bit 

longer.

[fantodsdhrit]

your parting face: with the look of the sambharani incense ash with

the look

of flautist killing stars with the look of: the dominant dream strangled by

pigeonholes with the look

of a slashed festival kite

with the look of foggy dawn

with the look of hearthstone: with the look of a sandstorm with the look of

a child's

forgotten stories

with the look of an unforgiven messiah biting cadmium spirits with the look

of friends dying

inside for the same human: with the look of the ungraspable with the look

of

train collision

with the look of ceasar stabbing: with the look of fading daimoku belief with

the cacophony of

awry tie-dye pattern

with the look of a decapitated cabrit: with the look of a babushka in tatters

with the look of

an artist burning their easel with the look of ravaged aborigine with the look

of amnesia

with the look of

hacked acacias: with the look of brief depression with the look of a hundred

funeral pyres

with the look of a downtrodden labourer with the look of postponed mazurka

with the look of

the inevitable

with the look of vacant unmoved eyes with the look of the back of the head

in departure

[ginadope]

at peace

Of my heart you know the core parts Only next to yours it can remain intact It is the light-filled shadow Of the earliest stillness Only this can come close Lifetimes away To what I've never expected you To become in my eyes Were I to be born again I'd carefully choose your strain Live through it You'd be free to leave I knew there was no ending You brought me no beginning All your beauty, by design Smothers words at the start 

[sike-n]

A man walks into a bar

And asks the bartender for a drink

Put it in a glass or a human body either way they are one and the same

The man stands before the glass stands on the counter

His hands holds the glass holds his drink

Then the exchange

Mouth open the glass lets go of all that it is

Mouth open the man seeks to forget all that he is

Lets go of the glass

The glass tumbles

He stumbles

The glass falls

The man is down

Glass splinters glitter on the ground

Stars hidden by the man on the moon

Who has fallen off his throne

Not quite responds the bartender

As he sweeps what remains of the glass into a dust pan

And he commands the man to stand back up

[lyricsbylittle]

DON’T FORGET ME

Don’t confuse my sadness with actual pain.

Sometimes it’s because I wonder.

There’s a chaotic battle in my head.

See, I can be happy, I can dance in the rain.

I���d do it all for fun when I’m down to earth.

I can be both – heaven and hell.

  Don’t be afraid of letting me in…

  Don’t forget me from now,

Don’t forget me from then.

The ups and downs

Wounds and scars

It’s all coming back around and makes me a whole.

A girl you know. A girl you could love.

  Don’t walk away from my dreams.

You know you are welcome to me.

I yearn for you to see outside and within.

There is no point in covering,

All the terrible things among those nice.

Open your eyes and accept all of me.

  Don’t be scared, that’s what life is…

  Don’t forget me from now,

Don’t forget me from then.

The ups and downs

Wounds and scars

It’s all coming back around and makes me a whole.

A girl you know. A girl you could love.

  Don’t be afraid of letting me in…

A girl you know. A girl you could love.

Don’t be scared, that’s what life is…

A girl you know. A girl you could love.

Maybe me right here.

[warxpunkxmonk]

Blackberry Winter

There's no spring here Only witheredness and ash Shrouding all viable life As rotted irresolutions Grow inside out from me Until further notice

wpm

[getcareless]

Lambskin

Lambskin, you drive me crazy.

Somewhere inside; you love you,

yet so strong on the outside.

Grab me with those eyes again.

I think I called it "special".

We got wrapped in the little things,

but we're so much bigger.

I still love you in all ways, always.

JEP

[dear-rose-days]

Reminder

Hello Darling

I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been pulling thorns out of my heart. I’m pretty sure I was trying to grow some more roses and I ended up sprouting brambles.

I’m bleeding again. But I’ve learnt not to keep the wells full, a deluge is due each time the hive in my head comes alive. A complete firestorm of thoughts and feelings burning up inside and my chest is heaving…slightly. But I’m surviving, darling.

I tried reaching the moon this time and the storm clouds gathered the second my feet left the soil of my soul and I’ve been drifting in and out of grey - shades of grey. There’s lightning in the distance and the pattering of tears or rain or blood from my feet, running through shards, words stabbing, heart pulsing. Do I need a harness for these dreams, these thoughts - should I make a meal of these ashes I’ve been churning up in the hive?

I’m drifting again. The rain? The river of my prayers is filling up and pressing at the banks and my garden is at risk of going under and this time maybe I’ll breathe better under water, under my own caress against the window panes of my mind.

Darling, it’s out now. Out. Take a deep breath. The thorn, the shard? - you’ve ripped it out and now the clouds are shimmering and the lightning is coming back to you and you’re dreaming under the stars you put up - the hive is quiet. The queen has found a new budding rose and it’s called Hope.

[followcb]

Like a lovable friend, this poem has come back around life's bend..... and how it's tale continues to transcend. ❤️ 😍 💖.

Her Favorite Chair

she unlocks secrets

parlays rainy days

plays hide and seek

with clouds and sun

perhaps an unexpected, overcast past

taught her how to interpret

shadows and storms

and how moods intersect

today, she now finds

a sense of contentedness

inner bliss and happiness

home peering out her windows

watching gray skies arrive

she grabs a book, pops open a beer

excited about inclement weather

reclined and relaxed, she's ready

to watch tv and watch it rain

as she settles into her favorite chair

(c) @followcb | October 26, 2019

[heartofmuse]

I sigh on every star, and leave a kiss with your name engraved, so that it may fall from above, wrapped in light and velvet darkness, that it may reach you wherever you are!

e.v.e.

[ramblebramblepoetry]

For good or for ill; for better or worse,

To live each day but once is humanity's curse.

You have weathered the storm; done the best that you could,

But still you believe that if only-

Time won't turn back. Get out of this grave.

I promise you that there is a soul still to save.

A heart that still beats. A life that's worth living;

Lay down your burdens, the grief's not worth having!

I promise you that you will not forget;

Rest for a while. We're not done yet.

[fantodsdhrit]

your fifty three ghosts and a wedding like balalaika and the inaccessible

earth-caress

with the wind lashing my face tacitly you: building mounds to chew yourself

patiently: when the poplars

creak a marigold

garland strewed on

asphalt: with your arm inside my arm in your soft friend's cotton tracksuit

reciting rumi quatrains

in inexpensive trinkets

faceless nomads only when you say: let bygones be bygones but only in

theory then cache

bitter almonds

under your armpits

and now your body is redolent of the sky father and your dogs barking snow

under your lashes

in actuality:

a poetess filled your ears that i had the entire chamois to myself but what

she

didn't say: was that her sabbatical was

a fortress

over bones

[poet-aster]

[beautiful in the dark]

Ever so slowly, the night came.

Silence spread like wildfire.

It seemed like everything was going to sleep.

And so before everything did,

I adjusted my eyes to see better at twilight.

And started to etch images in my head.

The skyscrapers blocking the warmth earlier that day

and cloaking everything in shadows,

became part of the night sky.

The windows that never gave way to the sun,

now twinkles. As well as the traffic

that never ended and never moved,

danced like fireflies in a summer night.

The construction cranes

that never ceased their turning like clockwork,

now stand tall as part of the skyline,

their shadows stretching out like giant fingers,

overseeing the city below.

I etched and carved in my head.

At the back of my head.

And every night I still ask myself,

“why is everything more beautiful in the dark?”

beautiful in the dark

Ever so slowly, the night came. Silence spread like wildfire. It seemed like everything was going to sleep. And so before everything did, I adjusted my eyes to see better at twilight. And started to etch images in my head.

The skyscrapers blocking the warmth earlier that day and cloaking everything in shadows, became part of the night sky. The windows that never gave way to the sun, now twinkles. As well as the traffic that never ended and never moved, danced like fireflies in a summer night. I etched and carved in my head. At the back of my head. And every night I still ask myself, “why is everything more beautiful in the dark?”

[ginadope]

Sweet summer and its nighttime Their soul too would whisper Of a radiant wish The world's core between us What I knew then To be the celestial Falling Descending from whatever grace was left