Stars Poems
The Heart Never Forgets
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
I am thrilled with deja vu,
When I've only just met you,
As if our drama is grown old,
Before it has ever been told!
How can this feeling persist,
When clear logic it resists?
Have our paths crossed before?
Were you someone I once adored?
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A Pop of Color
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Flowers in pale moonlight, a pop of color,
Flowers of warm midnight, moonbeam lovers.
Fragrance in the dark, wanders the shadows,
To drift into glistening dreamer's windows.
Lavishly hued, in nature's extravagant way,
Like myriad colorful joys, crowding the day.
Now ebony nighttime's so beautifully abloom,
And red robin sings under the stars of June!
A Star's Shine: Poem about a star's shine, gleaming its way to earth.
by Hari Krishnan B V
A Star’s shine gazing through void,
The shine is unique but never rare.
Earth is where we think “it’s a light”,
“Is it orphaned? Is it lost?”
In distant skies, travels lone as far,
As far we can see as a tiny dot.
Gleaming away from infinite night,
Concerns itself to be seen in sight.
it says,
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Smoke
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
In the mysterious heat haze all shimmers,
And seems lost in the fond memory of fire,
Until stars shine through in night glimmers,
And beauty birds sing invisibly upon a wire!
Darkly mingling in dusky evening black magic,
And caressing the moon in heaven bound pursuit,
The whole world distorted by plumes so thick,
As the vibrancies of summer sunshine go mute!
Dark Lily
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
companion of night
in the epoch of gold stars
moon soliloquies
lily reddest red
just green steps from my back door
moonlight on the floor
beautiful dreamer
in the silence of shadows
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A Star's Shine: Poem about a star's shine, gleaming its way to earth.
by Hari Krishnan B V
A Star’s shine gazing through void,
The shine is unique but never rare.
Earth is where we think “it’s a light”,
“Is it orphaned? Is it lost?”
In distant skies, travels lone as far,
As far we can see as a tiny dot.
Gleaming away from infinite night,
Concerns itself to be seen in sight.
it says,
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The Story Etched in Heaven on Earth
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Under the vast and silent sky, a young man raised his gaze to the twinkling stars above. He always felt that the stars held a special story for him, a story carved with light in the night sky.
On the other side of the world, there was a girl who also loved to look at the stars. She felt that there was something special every time she looked at the stars, as if they were whispering to her about a love she had yet to find.
One night, under the same blanket of stars, the young man and young woman found themselves thinking about love and hope. Unbeknownst to them, the twinkling stars above were actually forming a pattern that carried a message for the two of them.
The message was "A sincere heart will always find its way." The stars became silent witnesses to their meeting that had yet to happen, but was already written in the night sky. A love story carved in the name of heaven, waiting to be realized.
Sometime later, fate brought them together at an art event. They felt as if they had known each other for a long time, just as the stars told them on that silent night. Their love story begins, with the stars as silent witnesses who always remind them of the story carved in the night sky.
Jakarta, 3 January 2025
Symphony of the Stars in Galaxy Supercluster
by Ayatullah Nurjati
Beneath the vast and silent sky,
The stars awaken, twinkling high.
A symphony of light and grace,
In endless realms of boundless space.
Each star, a note in cosmic tune,
Their rhythm sways beneath the moon.
Through ancient whispers, they proclaim,
The story etched in heaven’s name.
Their voices hum through midnight's veil,
A melody that cannot fail.
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falling stars
by Mishka M
the world is loud around me,
voices like a thousand stars,
shining bright, yet distant,
like they're burning from afar.
i’m caught in the noise,
in the pulse, in the haze,
yet in the silence of my mind,
i’m fading through the days.
i am surrounded by constellations,
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The Red Room
by Liv Atkinson
I think that if you were to crack my ribs
If you were to peel back my skin and cleave apart the muscle and cartilage and bone
Let me bleed as you dig your fingers into the cavity of my chest, clutch my heart, and pull,
If you were to take it and cut it into a million tiny pieces,
You would find a little red door
With an old brass handle.
The door would open to a room the color of merlot wine
With cherry hardwood floors.
It has yellow paper stars on the rich walls
And glossy guitars
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