Poems On Moon And Stars Novels & Stories

I'd lain in bed with the lights off for hours last night, waiting for him to come home. There hadn't been any point in trying to close my swollen eyes, sleep wouldn't have taken over, anyhow. Not until I knew he was safe. While I stared at the ceiling, my eyes drifted out the window. It never ceased to amaze me that no matter how much turmoil took place on Earth, the moon and the stars didn't lose their luster. They shone just as bright, and they hung safely in the sky where they'd been for ages, unaffected by any raging storm below. If I could have found a way to reach one of them, I would have.

CHAPTER 1 Butterflies in the stomach turn the mind and soul into the joyful space of the moon and the stars. Mhhh! Stars… The beauty ,adornment and embellishment of the stars... Stars are born as soon as the sun goes to be breastfed by its very own mother everytime it sets down, and I can say that's what elucidates broad daylight and the night. Commencing something beautiful is a natural,cosmical feeling, it's a beautiful feeling that no one can pass the question easily, writers and poets still can't pass that expressional answer, it's a mystery!

To the Moon that Doesn't Answer, In the silent night, the moon refuses to answer, In the dark sky, the stars are hidden, This heart is glued in sadness, Lost love, covered in mist, The flowers bloom without fragrance, Wounds engraved on the heart, Time goes on, but my heart The longing imprisoned in words, Late, unspoken, left behind, The love I offered, like the wind, Passing without a trace, leaving without a trace.Every second, every breath, is a Endless tears, In the dark, I look for a glimmer of hope, But all I meet are shadows. To the moon that does not answer, To the stars that are hidden, I leave this sad story, Of love rejected, yet eternal. On a path full of doubts, I walk heavily,

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.

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

We will become a people when we forget what the tribe tells us, when the individual exalts the importance of small details, we will become a people when a writer looks at the stars, and does not say: Our country is higher and more beautiful . O luminous moon: You have enlightened the earth, its plains and its plains, its plains and its ruggedness, its inhabitants and its sublime; So can you shine in my soul, and enlighten its darkness, and dispel what darkened it, from the clouds of worries and sorrows?

I felt a comfort come over me as I closed my eyes and let the warmth take me. My eyes fluttered as I tried to open them and realized that the sun had been replaced with the moon and the stars. I laid there for a moment looking at the vast space above me that was so out of reach but possessed a beauty that no one would ever be able to physically touch. As the stars twinkled in the sky, they remind me of flawless diamonds and crystals strategically placed one by one in the most perfect place. I pulled myself up onto my elbows and looked over the pond as the moon now reflected off the water lighting the opening in which it sat. In a few more minutes the moon would be directly above the pond and

'The Iridescent Stars; mmh… Typical of tonight. Nneoma read the poem, her voice smooth and steady. I gaze up the night sky What meet my gaze? Myriads of shinning stars They shine like iridescent diamonds Diamonds of sublime beauty They twinkle and shine, twinkle and shine. Giving light to all nocturnal creatures The brilliant stars tell me Tales of life yonder They tell me of great meadows With yew trees, yew trees with amber Fruits, of azure rivers ever flowing Of golden fishes ever swimming

"Describe something." I gently take my place beside him. "What do you mean?" "You always make the simplest things so intricate." I rest my head against my pillow and glance over to him. "Okay, well, the night. The sky floats above like a inky mixture of endless possibilities. Millions upon millions of stars—like a artist took white paint and splattered them relentlessly at a black canvas. Each one could hold different words, and they all drift above in an array of lights, shining and dancing, triggering emotions. The moon, silver and sliced, casts its unearthly glow down on us like a spotlight on a stage. You feel as if your life is the main act, but it is not, it is part of exhibition, and

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.