Astrology and Zodiac Poems
#astrology
Astrology and zodiac poems, poetry which looks to the stars and planets to find meaning, studying the patterns of movement in our solar system. Poems about zodiac, signs; Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius and Pisces. A range of metaphysical poetry about birth charts, star signs and astrology.
slipalong
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2020 2:42pm
23rd Dec 2020 2:42pm
Stellar Conjunction
As we looked and thoughts upwards drift.
Expanding in unarranged elasticity
and the cosmos answered back.
The planetarium behind our doubts
astrology a map written on the empty hand.
Forces twinkle, the light still waits to land
Times bend of relativity, our hearts so seek
some conjunction beyond our reach.
The lamp, for all hopes benefits
soothsayer, what is its meaning?
has the day foretold, now come.
Singing in the heavens , quiet overtures
a hierarchy of good tidings.
The orbits of expectations thrown like seeds...
Expanding in unarranged elasticity
and the cosmos answered back.
The planetarium behind our doubts
astrology a map written on the empty hand.
Forces twinkle, the light still waits to land
Times bend of relativity, our hearts so seek
some conjunction beyond our reach.
The lamp, for all hopes benefits
soothsayer, what is its meaning?
has the day foretold, now come.
Singing in the heavens , quiet overtures
a hierarchy of good tidings.
The orbits of expectations thrown like seeds...
#universe
#stars
#astrology
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3 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2020 00:31am
22nd Dec 2020 00:31am
Love Poem on Theme by Whitman
3
God met my three faces at a crossroad grist mill,
wind pouring from a single nostril.
If a Ghost is Holy,
it must be alone in a space devoid,
of thought,
where being is fuselage,
in a triage of acceptable loss,
in light pouring aimless,
through a cracked window kaleidoscope,
pacing the room in ambling amputations,
in gaze lowered softly,
to the cradling grave,
where Whitman and Ginsberg,
and everyone,
have finally come,
and accepted one another.
It must be love.
Will you answer...
God met my three faces at a crossroad grist mill,
wind pouring from a single nostril.
If a Ghost is Holy,
it must be alone in a space devoid,
of thought,
where being is fuselage,
in a triage of acceptable loss,
in light pouring aimless,
through a cracked window kaleidoscope,
pacing the room in ambling amputations,
in gaze lowered softly,
to the cradling grave,
where Whitman and Ginsberg,
and everyone,
have finally come,
and accepted one another.
It must be love.
Will you answer...
#love
#loneliness
#sex
#astrology
#FreeVerse
182 reads
24 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Dec 2020 1:17am
21st Dec 2020 1:17am
Straight Talk Live (The Best Laid Plans Are The Ones In Life Unexpected)
We are on the throne of entering the Great Conjunction, a portal window, whereas the celestial bodies once aligned will play a historical role in major events that will forecast and shape our very existence.
This beautiful occurrence upon close observation will bring forth Saturn and Jupiter, with a naked eye appear these two planets will appear closely related when viewing their alignment through a high-powered telescope or binoculars. Within the DNA of this rare occasion, it will happen on Winter Solstice, 12-21-20, the birth of a new beginning, converting of its positive...
This beautiful occurrence upon close observation will bring forth Saturn and Jupiter, with a naked eye appear these two planets will appear closely related when viewing their alignment through a high-powered telescope or binoculars. Within the DNA of this rare occasion, it will happen on Winter Solstice, 12-21-20, the birth of a new beginning, converting of its positive...
#astrology
#TruthOfLife
#LifeChangingMoment
#philosophical
#pandemic
117 reads
20 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
30th Nov 2020 7:14pm
30th Nov 2020 7:14pm
Tele'vized In Outer Space
Such sublime time a'front of
con
temporary Television.
(is it
even called
Television
anymore ?
Flatscreen huge. High de fin it ion
a'bouncin'round
satellites
Way'way (a'ways) out there
O, take me back to yester-year(s) of
Tel-Star &
...
con
temporary Television.
(is it
even called
Television
anymore ?
Flatscreen huge. High de fin it ion
a'bouncin'round
satellites
Way'way (a'ways) out there
O, take me back to yester-year(s) of
Tel-Star &
...
#earth
#universe
#astrology
#astronomy
#aliens
30 reads
7 Comments
distortions
Poem Published
14th Nov 2020 11:44am
14th Nov 2020 11:44am
Secrets
I like having secrets. I hold them close.
But not as weapons of power and control.
To hang them over one's head would be a betrayal of trust.
So I hold them inside of my own head and heart.
They dig down deep inside of me like shovels removing earth...
Getting deeper with each shovelful of Self I remove.
Such plutonian ways are often misunderstood.
When reaching the core means reaching the Divine.
But not as weapons of power and control.
To hang them over one's head would be a betrayal of trust.
So I hold them inside of my own head and heart.
They dig down deep inside of me like shovels removing earth...
Getting deeper with each shovelful of Self I remove.
Such plutonian ways are often misunderstood.
When reaching the core means reaching the Divine.
#shadows
#astrology
#spiritual #evolution
#spiritual #evolution
102 reads
8 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
27th Oct 2020 8:54pm
27th Oct 2020 8:54pm
Voyage to hell
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#pagan
#curse
73 reads
8 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2020 12:00pm
23rd Oct 2020 12:00pm
He/She Be A High'Way Houdini, Just Slippin' On Through
A giant squid ( I've
h e a rd
said before)
exacting some retribution
on the smiling
men
who pick my fckn pockets, e'en though Iyam
a ward of the State......
A state of sweet infusion
A state great for it's delusion
A loving state of exclusion.
As is usual, you won't find anyone home.
Fate/Faith have dis a p e a r'd,
leaving fortunes behind t'be bumming a dime
...
h e a rd
said before)
exacting some retribution
on the smiling
men
who pick my fckn pockets, e'en though Iyam
a ward of the State......
A state of sweet infusion
A state great for it's delusion
A loving state of exclusion.
As is usual, you won't find anyone home.
Fate/Faith have dis a p e a r'd,
leaving fortunes behind t'be bumming a dime
...
#earth
#universe
#astrology
#heaven
#hell
59 reads
4 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
5th Oct 2020 1:00pm
5th Oct 2020 1:00pm
Moment of weakness
God, sitting at His desk
Was looking at the marks
Left by the nails in the
Palms of His hands.
Ruminating. Not happy.
His wonderful, Utopian project
Turning to shambles,
The fat pigs in purple robes
Being more ridiculous
Every day. Sumptuous
Dining and living
As if the river of honey
Never ceases to flow.
He was toying
With His mail opener,
A dagger of tempered steel
Fine sharp edge.
Tempered steel, vein.
Tempered steel, vein.
''But, no'', He reflected
''I will not give them
The same...
Was looking at the marks
Left by the nails in the
Palms of His hands.
Ruminating. Not happy.
His wonderful, Utopian project
Turning to shambles,
The fat pigs in purple robes
Being more ridiculous
Every day. Sumptuous
Dining and living
As if the river of honey
Never ceases to flow.
He was toying
With His mail opener,
A dagger of tempered steel
Fine sharp edge.
Tempered steel, vein.
Tempered steel, vein.
''But, no'', He reflected
''I will not give them
The same...
#astrology
#faith
#pagan
#philosophical
#morality
62 reads
4 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2020 2:22pm
2nd Oct 2020 2:22pm
Halloween
So God was looking at
His very old Coligny Calendar.
The Celts New year was
Around the corner.
Samhain in Irish
Halloween for more recent
People, more recent times.
A few of his druid friends
Would be visiting,
Many children too
Cain and Abel of course plus...
Who was this little one?
Mary Magdelene, He was told.
A brief look in the deep blue
Of the eyes of this eight
Years old, blue so deep
So dense the way
She looked in His eyes
And to the bottom
Of his heart,
The bottom of His soul. ...
His very old Coligny Calendar.
The Celts New year was
Around the corner.
Samhain in Irish
Halloween for more recent
People, more recent times.
A few of his druid friends
Would be visiting,
Many children too
Cain and Abel of course plus...
Who was this little one?
Mary Magdelene, He was told.
A brief look in the deep blue
Of the eyes of this eight
Years old, blue so deep
So dense the way
She looked in His eyes
And to the bottom
Of his heart,
The bottom of His soul. ...
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#magic
#morality
55 reads
4 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
15th Sep 2020 6:17pm
15th Sep 2020 6:17pm
Quid?
God was taking a nap
Alone in His abode
But then He heard
A Big Bang at the door.
Quid? He asked
And went to see
Nothing there. Nothing
Except a huge balck hole.
Questions, questions He had
And more.
Alone in His abode
But then He heard
A Big Bang at the door.
Quid? He asked
And went to see
Nothing there. Nothing
Except a huge balck hole.
Questions, questions He had
And more.
#atheism
#astrology
#faith
#mythology
#pagan
49 reads
0 Comments
Southerndelicacy92
G. Deb
G. Deb
Poem Published
15th Aug 2020 00:51am
15th Aug 2020 00:51am
Craving a Cancer
#sex
#astrology
#cancer
165 reads
8 Comments
distortions
Poem Published
19th Jul 2020 4:34am
19th Jul 2020 4:34am
Retrograde
Calling us backward, together
Turning inside-out in this weather
Grinding over the same old ground
Must have lost what bit we found
How can we gain from this story?
Turn our rags and riches into glory?
By starting over again
Inside the process, we can mend
The cosmos is always sure
The direction of its motion
It prepared no speech for us
But left clues for where we're going
From here, time seems torn and frayed
Universal motion strips away
Old and useless...
Turning inside-out in this weather
Grinding over the same old ground
Must have lost what bit we found
How can we gain from this story?
Turn our rags and riches into glory?
By starting over again
Inside the process, we can mend
The cosmos is always sure
The direction of its motion
It prepared no speech for us
But left clues for where we're going
From here, time seems torn and frayed
Universal motion strips away
Old and useless...
#universe
#astrology
#healing
90 reads
2 Comments
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