Dead Stars Poem Novels & Stories

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

Yet here I am, killing my only source of happiness left in this world of desertion and betrayal. The universe is a cruel, sick force. I wiped the blood flowing from his eyes and from his mouth as I whispered more apologies and pleads for forgiveness. Once the song was completed, I allowed his heavy body to fall limp beside me as I fell near him, staring up through the leaves of the trees at the evening stars beginning to make an appearance in the sunset-stained sky. Beautiful, shining stars that were forced to witness a fight between lovers end with the loss of my other half.

He also knows how to get tired, and it will be even more peaceful when I rest near the person I love the most. The curtains had not yet been drawn, revealing a view of the night sky. The bright moonlight is no longer lonely because it is surrounded by the company of twinkling stars. And those starlights are no longer easily obscured by the noisy lights because it has embraced a gentle full moon, enough to illuminate and give it an area to remember. The moon and stars illuminate the world, cover life with a warm light, and cherish in the heart a passionate love. How many things have gone through, is far away, is life and death, but looking back, love is still as beautiful as the day it just

She was scared that they would be naive again and will lose everything, and she could hardly think about anything other than that as they sat quietly on the rooftop, breathing in the cold air and sitting in silence. The eerie darkness of the night burned into her mind -- and she was pretty sure that this particular night would never escape her memory. She gazed up at the pitch-black curtain draped over the sky, and the twisted, warped shapes that the stars made against the blackness — she wondered what the stars thought about their relationship. She hoped that they wouldn't ever be star-crossed. The milky speckles seemed to twirl and dance along in various patterns, and seemed to be tugging

The stars sparkle overhead like tiny diamonds scattered across the dark sky, giving everything an almost magical feel. The poem draws me in through Anara’s soft, rosy lips. Her emerald green eyes glitter toward me like precious gems, even in the faint moonlight. With the sky full of stars, I can make out every freckle on her face, like her own little private constellation. The steady chirping of cicadas and the quiet sounds of the deer nearby seem to blend perfectly with Anara’s voice, turning the whole night into a peaceful symphony.

Ahead, a boundless expanse of cosmic decay stretched before us, dotted with the husks of dying stars and the skeletal remains of forgotten galaxies. This was the celestial graveyard. And we were, somehow, still alive. For now.

With my soul. "It’s not over," I whispered. "It’s only just begun." Above us, the stars shifted. One fell. Not a comet. A body. Celestial. Breathing. Alive.

He asked. I scoffed wondering if he was expecting me and the kids to starve and experience total misery... POEM BY MERCEDES. You are the sun that shines brightly throughout my day. You are the gravity that holds me down in every way. You are the moon that shimmers throughout my night. You are stars that glimmer oh so bright. You are the oxygen that keeps me alive. You are my heart that beats inside. You are the blood that flows through me. You are the only guy I can see.

Some day Some day When death on earth Will no more hold me Any way Any way I culture logic I believe in reason Who can stop me From achieving In every season I will travel further My human place Who will hold me When death is no more Around Nor in me I count the stars I forget it not My count is progressing To a different mark I do not see a collapse Of wise efforts I know I am to excel To excel is what carries You far A bit of encouragement From these stars I derive I am then again at rise I am at rise again Still whispering my defeat Moves sometimes the sound Of wind Time knocks at infinity I get nothing in return But then why disheartened On the floor of life You are still alive Says the

She was sure of that. “Well, I could compare you to the stars as well. Should I?” he chuckled and then went on. “Sometimes so distant and far away they seem so untouchable. However, the lights they shine are timeless in the way we understand time here on earth. Sometimes they make things out of nothing, and others, they can destroy everything around them, but that doesn’t change how they look as they sparkle against the darkness around them. They are also a beacon of hope and have a calming effect on people like me and you. Knowing that we once came to this planet as nothing more than spots of dust on a rock. Their beauty is everlasting, and people will see them in lifetimes before and after