|Best Poems About / On STAR
Star Of The Knight
sing to me star, sing the song that you have to bare
cause i am restless from the fight to my enemies
but hear not what others discourse
they are naive in their ways
of condescending behavior
they do not know the love you bare for us
but i still stand here under your glorious incumbency
for i bare this sword with honor
for i bare this shield with love
i know your light upon my feet will guide
me on my path, my path to you
my blade is now crimson my shield is now discarded
but star my star, sing me a song so i may sleep tonight
i am fresh from the fight, these wounds have not healed
this blood has not dried, beautiful ensanguine star
that i lay encumbered under, sing my song
the song of the fallen knight for i
will be joining you tonight
my star that you are the star i have honored
my star i am dieing for
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Shining Star, Shining Star
so Shiny that hurt my eyes
so hot that burn my hands
and so beautiful that it΄s impossible not to look..
if i look to my star, it hurts my eyes
what should i do? i cant touch it too..
i know! ..i can imagine my star, my shining star
i can imagine the eyes i can even imagine to touch it..
oh, my shining star of dreams
one day, it will be more than a dream
i will hurt my eyes & burn my hands
just to see u and touch u...
and, in the end
without eyes and hands
i΄ll be a shining star too..
shining & shining with love, forever & forever...
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First Star I See
Shes the one Id like to meet,
The Girl from my First Star seen,
But the nights been full of clowds
to dark to see,
left blind no light for me,
a black sweater pull over the night sky
and Im not wishing anything.
Till She came along,
Star above now Star on earth,
Took my hand,
went for a ride,
and we just watched the world spin by,
like two diamonds in the sky.
the Heavens open wide,
and In the cold black sky,
Stars once more begin to rise,
Smiling, it seems upon my wish.
But I fear tonight I made
another wish, a prayer from my broken lips,
will the stars above reclaim
the one that seemed to fall toward me,
or can my silent protest keep,
that which be so dear to me,
will this gift, this chance persist,
or shall it fly, a comit on the winds,
a falling star seen not caught,
travling through this timeless void.
She's the one Id like to meet,
a wish that travels mindlessly,
never caring when it lands,
how long it stays, nor if it mends,
for likely she shall leave again,
Once more to be,
First Star i See...
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Mom Set No Limits
Mom set no limits
when it came to playing with the stars,
groping, handling, as in darkness,
yet alight with anticipation.
She said little
when I copied from star to star
testing the air currents
rebounding shakily from the one
only to land safely on another.
No one else could see me.
I was too far removed
as I wagered and risked
and risked and wagered
of the subtlety of stars,
no two alike,
yet all seemingly alike.
Oh, I burnt my hands
with their fires,
but scars on skin evaporate
and new skin grows.
Even the scars on the mind and soul
somehow mended themselves,
with mom's help
I still search out stars
still copy from time to time
still long for new stars.
But many of the old stars
and blend nicely with the new
to form a wholeness of life.
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