Poems About The Stars Novels & Stories

Lashe asked. “Because they help each other shine, none of them actually shines than the other” Ibukun replied and Lashe smiled. At first, he really didn’t understand but he understood better now. A lot of people had helped him shine, his fans, his grandma, Uncle Sam, everyone around him and most important Ibukun. “There’s why you’ll never hear a star in the night sky” Ibukun added as she sighed and continued talking. “They always say STARS IN THE NIGHT SKY” THE END.

Like a flower opening for the moon, that odd part of my brain that was the cause of so much of the anguish in my life bloomed like jasmine under the night sky. Tagan growled from behind me, his lips against the skin of my neck. "Whatever it is you're doing, keep doing it." I pressed into the spot in my mind instead of shuddering away in fear and grief. I stepped fully into the sparkling void that was lit only by moonlight. I threw my arms open and pulled that starshine and moonlight into my body, let it fill the empty caverns of my soul. "Eternal shit," Thane breathed. He came and stood in front of me. His dark brown eyes lit fully with the yellow orange flames. "Your eyes are sparkling with

While all of this was indeed impressive, what truly took her breath away was the sky. "It's so beautiful." Fate could not have chosen a more beautiful clear night to present this gift to the eyes. Everyone grows so accustom to their circumstances, it's rare they truly appreciate what always lay in front of them every day. You may believe the view of the stars is the same anywhere, but they were so high up the city lights were no issue, the view was completely clear of interference. A sea of lights you may never grasp. "Even in Oregon I don't think I've ever seen the stars this clear." It may just be the height, it may be she never took the time to truly appreciate the view she was blessed w

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

“ The night grows The wind blows Unseen stars from windows Tamed heights Untrained eyes see hope in city lights. But my soul longs for starlights with you by my side. When I look at the city lights from my window, I wish you were here by my side.” I lowly recite the poem while thinking of my mom and dad. They have no contacted me in a while ; this scares me a bit. In fact , every time they leave I can not help but worry about them ; thinking if this would be the trip that they would not return from. I know , I know these are really negative thoughts but after hearing their thrilling yet near death experiences scares a child. I can not stop them working , all I can do is pray and have faith t

It's like they break out of the dark sky to see the silent sleep of the world under their light. GLOWWORM Stars shine bright high up the sky, Spreading its light making the world so bright. Though they cannot vanish the complete darkness of night, They twinkle to show the presence of light. A little creature GLOW WORM just like a star, Having a torch on its tail which sparks. Traveling from one place to another with its blazing tail, Stimulating it's flare burning murky veil. Kenning, it cannot evaporate the gloomy air, Faire it's glow calling others from the lair.

In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night...You - only you - will have stars that can laugh. You will be able to laugh and know that nothing will ever come between you and me. Because there is not a single star in this world or any other who can do what I am doing now...But even they cannot see what is in front of them, as they walk along the roads below them…No! No one can see! Because we are too far away, we too far apart….I am here. And there is no one but me. But then again, there is never anyone but me. The world is always my own. There are many things I want you to kn

Sure". I laughed and watched with amusement as she quickly laid on the bed. I laid beside her and ran my fingers on her face, as I slowly sang the song she'd requested for. When you cry, be sure to dry your eyes, Cause better days are sure to come. And when you smile, be sure to smile wide, And don't let them know that they have won. And when you walk, walk with pride, And don't show the hurt inside, Because the pain will soon be gone. And when you dream, dream big, As big as the ocean, blue. Cause when you dream it might come true. For when you dream, dream big. “Aunt Shelly.“ Her sleepy voice called. “Am I allowed to dream big too?“

His words settled quietly in the space between us. Then, as if sensing the heaviness returning, he shifted his tone. “But for now,” he continued, gesturing toward the sky, “try not to dwell on it too much. Look at the moon… the stars. They’re bright tonight.” I followed his gaze. The sky stretched endlessly above us, dotted with countless stars, their light steady and unwavering. The moon hung low, casting a soft glow across the ocean, turning the waves into shimmering silver. “They’re doing their best to shine,” he added lightly. “It would be a waste if they couldn’t at least make you feel a little better.”

The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a gentle glow upon the surroundings, while the stars twinkle like scattered diamonds, adorning the velvet canvas above. She finds herself drawn to a quiet corner of the garden, away from the noise and distractions, where a wooden bench sits beneath a blooming rose bush. With a contented sigh, Elizabeth settles onto the bench, her eyes instinctively drawn to the celestial spectacle above. The moon, in all its radiant glory, casts a silvery glow that bathes the garden in an ethereal light. It seems to invite her into a world of serenity and beauty. As she gazes up at the stars, Elizabeth finds herself mesmerized by their twinkling dance. Each shimmering