Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
how we marvel where you are.
A distant speck in edge of view,
That is all we see of you.
From your perspective what are we,
dearest star blinking brightly?
To us our Earth is blue and green,
but what’s its color in your sheen?
Yellow with joy or red with rage,
black with darkness, gray with age?
Or is there simply too much space
in between to judge our race?
Sparkling, spotlight little star,
we wish upon on you from afar.
You symbolize a distant dream;
one day we may move towards your gleam.
Can you see us where we are
brilliant, beaming, little star?
Astral body far away,
have you a world for us to stay?
Will you answer to our plight
when our planet is void of light?
It’s then we leave our home behind
so shining star, don’t leave us blind.
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Lost in space
Cries in an unending universe fall on unhearing ears,no one listening to invisible tears.A blanket of stars go drifting bycold diamonds in a black immortal sky.Into the vast, dark and lonely void tossed,dreams abandoned, forgotten, lost.A life time passes in the wink of an eye,hopes and desires, first suffocate, then die.For how can they live in this desolate place,no near and no warmth, isolated in space.There is no right way up now, just floating around,no unwavering force that holds to the groundand time passes slowly in this new world so strange,compelled to accept, what can no longer be changed.Written by Suzanne K1st June 2015
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Read Me
Don't look at me and try to see me
The way they all think they do.
My face is not who I am.
I could say, look deep into these eyes
And you will find my heart, my soul
But that wouldn't be true.
You wouldn't see me for who I am.You could listen to me, talking to you
Listen to every syllable of each word,
Hearing the meaning, understanding my mind
Yet my voice can only be an echo
Of the real me.But when I write
All that changes, setting me free
Ink is never ignorant
Paper doesn't lie.
Read...
The shape of every letter
And between the lines
You just might see the true me.Like my face,
Every word stares up at you,
Imploring to be understood.
Y...
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I have my own angel
I have my own angel
Who is a part of me and apart from me
I have my own angel
Who follows me, falls in step with me
I have my own angel
Black, opaque, not at all fake
A marionette
My sillouette
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This poem was inspired by the nursery rhyme "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" but taken down a much deeper path that young little brains might not understand, and I hope that anyone of any age reading this stops and thinks for some moments. Simply titled "Star," this piece focuses more on the relationship between the Earth (and humans) and this Star, unnamed but precious, beautiful, hopeful.
I actually began writing this over four months ago for a prompt somewhere but couldn't get around to finishing it, but recently I've been slowing down in terms of new material so I looked through all my unfinished poems. I scanned this one and added just a few lines and voila, finished. I read this at last week's local Poetry Slam and got a great reception, so I hope you reader like it and tell me what you think!
I actually began writing this over four months ago for a prompt somewhere but couldn't get around to finishing it, but recently I've been slowing down in terms of new material so I looked through all my unfinished poems. I scanned this one and added just a few lines and voila, finished. I read this at last week's local Poetry Slam and got a great reception, so I hope you reader like it and tell me what you think!
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And thus a star is like the ghost we've come to define our wind for, something, hanging in the sky, which likes to approach us over things ignored or forgotten. How many miles does it take for us to sleep while getting there?