Poems About The Stars Novels & Stories

He was the definition of perfection, a man crafted by the heavens. “It is our fate, Astrid,” He began sighing looking at the moon but my eyes were fixed on him. He looked so enchanting under the moonlight. “A fate, given to us by the Goddess. We cannot do anything about our feelings. No matter how strong they are, we have to hold back” He looked sad and I couldn't quite keep my finger on what it was that his eyes held. There was some sort of saddened and hurt emotion. I wondered why he was saying those things to me as if he went through the same experience. He finally looked at me before patting my shoulder.

Until when would I forget that name. As I walk slowly, I look up in the sky. Stars are twinkling at me with light, mischievously squinting, and saying hello to me. They are like a sly pearl that adorns that dark blue sky and is no less inferior to the bright moon. The night’s aroma pervades the air, covering all the scenery inside. It is not as realistic as it is during the day. The air is filled with sweltering moisture, like a fog. The light from the lamppost is like a night of pearls gilled with bustling streets. A night is like dressing a black curtain into a magnificent world.

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

The stars above shimmered like diamonds in the inky darkness, each one a beacon of light in the celestial. Nina’s eyes widened with amazement as she gazed upward. The sheer number of stars left her in awe. It was as though the sky had laid out its jewels just for them. Countless stars and constellations filled the sky, and they seemed to stretch to infinity. Standing beside her, Jayden was infected by her smile. He was glad that he could create a memorable evening for her. As they gazed at the stars, Jayden stood behind Nina and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. He signaled to the crew, who nodded at him before leaving the couple alone.

You’ll notice it yourself after I leave why I chose you out of everyone. I know I am asking too much from you, especially for a stranger like me. But thank you for bearing with him during that dance, even though that fool was a complete disaster. I have heard that people become stars after dying. So were all those stars that we see in the night sky once living people like us? If so, then isn’t the sky just a colossal graveyard of souls that twinkle? A graveyard that is so alive, a muse of countless worshippers of art. I am excited to be a small part of the huge constellation of the afterlife.

Perhaps I already knew that my parents wouldn't be returning anytime. Is it the end of the world? I have no idea. To get them back, I would sacrifice everything. I only want my parents—not a telescope or any stars, please! All the stars in the sky, can you bless them within your range of light? I prayed to the stars as I used to do, hoping they would hear me and take my parents back. I was unaware that even if I tried my entire life, the stars would not be able to hear me because they are thousands or perhaps millions of light-years away. As I continued to look at the stars, I noticed how their brilliance eventually faded and darkness descended.

As if washing away my burning heart. I looked at the full moon in the night sky, beside it were two stars also shining brightly. A starry moon that appears every night and the one that convinces me that I am still living in the world inside a novel. “When I first came to this world, the starry moon looked so attractive. They are beautiful, calming and mysterious. I don't get tired staring at them before I go to sleep. But now, whenever I see them, my heart feels like it's going to fall out. Because I remember that dreadful night along.”

he said pain evident in his voice. “ She’d tell me that, when people die, they become stars which light upon us and that long ago , stars were free to wonder, two of them fell in love, yet one moved with speed, far away from each other, but there light always seemed to shine less the further they were away from each other,” he narrated. “ So the gods decided to put them near each other, static, so that they shone brighter , side by side for ever,” he continued, then tilted the telescope away from the star to another , besides it.

Tiny diamonds formed a ring of stars, cradling a silver crescent in the center. My breathing stopped. I had sketched that design when I was fifteen, in the corner of my old sketchbook. The day Ryan confessed to me, he had pointed at that drawing, his voice shaking. “Jane, one day when I have money, I’ll make this for you. “Stars always stay beside the moon. “Just like I’ll never break my promise to you.” Now he had finally made it. He just put it on someone else. On screen, Wendy touched the pendant at her collarbone and smiled shyly.

[Eleanora] A thousand years from now, when the memory of the world that was long ago fades away into the knowledge of the world that is to come, our children and our grandchildren will ask, “Where were you during the great blackout? Where were you when the stars fell?” Our eyes, cloudy with age, will look to the horizon as we remember how it was a dark night, a night without a moon, with the stars twinkling brightly above our heads. The wind was warm with the first kiss of summer, the chill of spring slowly fading as the sound of young birds filled the night. Everything was ordinary, as it should be. A night without surprises.