Poems About the Universe Seeking Honest Critique
#universe
Poems about the universe seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Hatful-of-Hollow
Poem Published
Today 12:14pm
Today 12:14pm
Carry On dot.com Sitcom
Skinstorm of scripts
written upon Wi-Fi wrists,
ever the moon is vowel shaped
Wide to receive
from another lonely hand,
as roadkill waiting to be shovelled
earthed into the ground
Who will chalk around cursors
at love-crime cyber scene?
Something is squeezing your skull
Surfing Transmitted Disease,
tinder sticks smoulder desire
before rain retreats to the sky
& reality nothing more than a drunk emoji
Post mortem modem
threads bone though keyboards,
no ghosts in the machine
only...
written upon Wi-Fi wrists,
ever the moon is vowel shaped
Wide to receive
from another lonely hand,
as roadkill waiting to be shovelled
earthed into the ground
Who will chalk around cursors
at love-crime cyber scene?
Something is squeezing your skull
Surfing Transmitted Disease,
tinder sticks smoulder desire
before rain retreats to the sky
& reality nothing more than a drunk emoji
Post mortem modem
threads bone though keyboards,
no ghosts in the machine
only...
#technology
#universe
33 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 1:26pm
28th Feb 2025 1:26pm
So many falling stars
In the corridors of thought
where shadows white is sublime
wheels of memory spin
in circles they turn
whispers of forgotten dreams
linger in the air.
Faces in the mirror
reflections of the past
moments fleeting by
too precious to outlast
colors of emotion
in a kaleidoscope's embrace.
Echoes of a heartbeat
in the silence of the night
thoughts like scattered leaves
take their secret flight
twirling like a dance
on the edge of the unknown.
Threads of golden memories
woven...
where shadows white is sublime
wheels of memory spin
in circles they turn
whispers of forgotten dreams
linger in the air.
Faces in the mirror
reflections of the past
moments fleeting by
too precious to outlast
colors of emotion
in a kaleidoscope's embrace.
Echoes of a heartbeat
in the silence of the night
thoughts like scattered leaves
take their secret flight
twirling like a dance
on the edge of the unknown.
Threads of golden memories
woven...
#dreams
#memories
#mirror
#storm
#universe
63 reads
10 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 5:04am
15th Feb 2025 5:04am
No Plan
I won't ask for a plan,
Who I am, or who I'll be,
For tomorrow is a shadow,
A dream not yet to see.
I've glimpsed a few futures,
But they slipped through my grip,
Like wood drifting down a stream,
Carried by unseen hands.
If you're not careful, boy,
I might become a logjam,
Caught in your river forever,
Tangled in your thoughts.
So stand still with me and admire
The random art on the walls
Of casino halls,
Where time is both fleeting and small. ...
Who I am, or who I'll be,
For tomorrow is a shadow,
A dream not yet to see.
I've glimpsed a few futures,
But they slipped through my grip,
Like wood drifting down a stream,
Carried by unseen hands.
If you're not careful, boy,
I might become a logjam,
Caught in your river forever,
Tangled in your thoughts.
So stand still with me and admire
The random art on the walls
Of casino halls,
Where time is both fleeting and small. ...
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#universe
#WritingPoetry
51 reads
0 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 6:11am
13th Feb 2025 6:11am
A Blow To Shatter The Void
Lunar Hex
Your deathly arts
That would bathe this world
Surge
Give me the sign
Fourfold towers burning
The watchers' damnation
’Neath the howling star
Death’s blessing
Shade between worlds
Eclipse of emptiness
Burning
The fold of creation
Assaulting the heavens
A crimson moon
Rending existence
Blooms of fire
Chaos rites awakened
Break the cosmos
Swallow the void
Come
Come
Come, ye deathless
Your deathly arts
That would bathe this world
Surge
Give me the sign
Fourfold towers burning
The watchers' damnation
’Neath the howling star
Death’s blessing
Shade between worlds
Eclipse of emptiness
Burning
The fold of creation
Assaulting the heavens
A crimson moon
Rending existence
Blooms of fire
Chaos rites awakened
Break the cosmos
Swallow the void
Come
Come
Come, ye deathless
#dark
#universe
60 reads
2 Comments
ThePalestRider
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 1:29pm
6th Feb 2025 1:29pm
Haunt The Stars
Drifting. Drifting. Drifting
A cold silence deeper than the void
The aching wound at the center of my being
For you, I burn. For you, I hunger
Come unto me
My sweet lamentation
Come into my embrace
And surrender your flesh
That I may drink of marrow and spirit alike
I roam the blackened firmament
The sky of the dead
Where no prayers rise
Where no saints intercede
Await my arrival with arms open
For I am the hand that was stayed
The blade that was broken
The voice that fell silent at...
A cold silence deeper than the void
The aching wound at the center of my being
For you, I burn. For you, I hunger
Come unto me
My sweet lamentation
Come into my embrace
And surrender your flesh
That I may drink of marrow and spirit alike
I roam the blackened firmament
The sky of the dead
Where no prayers rise
Where no saints intercede
Await my arrival with arms open
For I am the hand that was stayed
The blade that was broken
The voice that fell silent at...
#dark
#death
#night #universe
#night #universe
80 reads
2 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 11:41pm
29th Jan 2025 11:41pm
Cosmic anomaly
Floating in awe towards what appeared a porcelain glaze.
Facing the inescapable pull of that dense, pitch blackhole.
Another cuckoo traveller, bound to grace the twisting whirlpool.
To be folded like origami then distended, mercilessly.
Facing the inescapable pull of that dense, pitch blackhole.
Another cuckoo traveller, bound to grace the twisting whirlpool.
To be folded like origami then distended, mercilessly.
#universe
55 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:57pm
24th Jan 2025 2:57pm
No Verbal Tense
In the twilight of day, where shadows stretch long,
you find yourself pondering, life's complex song.
The moon, a cheese wheel, rolls across the sky,
stars sprinkle the heavens, a cosmic pie.
Your thoughts wander, a kite in a hurricane,
pulled by the winds of whimsy and pain.
Cats sleep, their purrs a melody sweet,
dreams of catnip and mice at their feet.
You sip on your tea, a brew of contemplation,
steeping in moments of pure fascination.
Each sip a journey, a boat on life's river,
navigating currents that make your...
you find yourself pondering, life's complex song.
The moon, a cheese wheel, rolls across the sky,
stars sprinkle the heavens, a cosmic pie.
Your thoughts wander, a kite in a hurricane,
pulled by the winds of whimsy and pain.
Cats sleep, their purrs a melody sweet,
dreams of catnip and mice at their feet.
You sip on your tea, a brew of contemplation,
steeping in moments of pure fascination.
Each sip a journey, a boat on life's river,
navigating currents that make your...
#cats
#earth
#humankind
#universe
#WritingPoetry
85 reads
8 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 7:37am
23rd Jan 2025 7:37am
One Free Dream Card
Tell me this is not a dream. I’m sorry, yes it is, but do not worry because I have good news,
that life is but a transient dream.
We are all inserted into this dream with one dream-come-true card in our pocket. It is not ours to play. The cosmos will play it for us because it knows better, but when it is played it will be as unassuming and miraculous as the birth of a child.
On the karmic road, this will become a point of maturing, and will be laden with images that you have payed forward into your universe. Mere logic will not be able to logically assemble the...
that life is but a transient dream.
We are all inserted into this dream with one dream-come-true card in our pocket. It is not ours to play. The cosmos will play it for us because it knows better, but when it is played it will be as unassuming and miraculous as the birth of a child.
On the karmic road, this will become a point of maturing, and will be laden with images that you have payed forward into your universe. Mere logic will not be able to logically assemble the...
#admiration
#hope
#motivational #universe
#motivational #universe
45 reads
0 Comments
Damselinhandcuffs
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 5:31am
20th Jan 2025 5:31am
The Loneliest Constellation
How can one be so lonely from the beginning,
From the cellular start
Before the tongue and breath have formed, before the light touches the baby
Maybe it was rotting in the marrow of my bitter father,
Tortured in a nebula of his own mind and violence
The infant understanding selfishness in the winning of all this existence
Yes, I should have let a son take my place
...
From the cellular start
Before the tongue and breath have formed, before the light touches the baby
Maybe it was rotting in the marrow of my bitter father,
Tortured in a nebula of his own mind and violence
The infant understanding selfishness in the winning of all this existence
Yes, I should have let a son take my place
...
#escape
#LifeCycle
#relationships
#loneliness
#universe
82 reads
4 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 2:49pm
19th Jan 2025 2:49pm
A Night in the Museum
I was attending a meeting
hosting a keynote speaker
whom I did not know
During the presentation
the internet connection was lost
and I found myself sitting
next to the speaker
discussing potential options
for a better connection
A fundraiser was suggested
while he politely asked
if I was a Sociologist
At that time, the host
a gangly old man, obviously
frustrated by our discourse
abruptly blurted out:
"We don't use oracle cards...
hosting a keynote speaker
whom I did not know
During the presentation
the internet connection was lost
and I found myself sitting
next to the speaker
discussing potential options
for a better connection
A fundraiser was suggested
while he politely asked
if I was a Sociologist
At that time, the host
a gangly old man, obviously
frustrated by our discourse
abruptly blurted out:
"We don't use oracle cards...
#dreams
#religion
#spiritual #universe
#spiritual #universe
305 reads
13 Comments
Glaxian
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 10:05pm
18th Jan 2025 10:05pm
Sometimes
Sometimes]
In the dead of night, when I'm all alone
Reality seems squishy, the day's strife is done.
Not quite awake and not quite asleep
I don't know if the nightmare is over
Or about to begin
Let me try this again....
In the night season, when I'm all alone
Reality blurs the sounds of the night.
It's just not right, the body is weary
but the mind will not unload.
Again....
I'm all alone chilled to the bone
Alone, alone, reach for the phone
No one to call, no one at all, fall
I'd fall...
In the dead of night, when I'm all alone
Reality seems squishy, the day's strife is done.
Not quite awake and not quite asleep
I don't know if the nightmare is over
Or about to begin
Let me try this again....
In the night season, when I'm all alone
Reality blurs the sounds of the night.
It's just not right, the body is weary
but the mind will not unload.
Again....
I'm all alone chilled to the bone
Alone, alone, reach for the phone
No one to call, no one at all, fall
I'd fall...
#aliens
#night
#nightmares
#unicorns
#universe
98 reads
5 Comments
Fishmander
Poem Published
13th Jan 2025 11:01pm
13th Jan 2025 11:01pm
More Than Nature
Give up on what is alien
It doesn't fill the void, falls flat
An error-filled comedian
Faults in our green- evil machine
My conscience is a three piece suit
A convenience amidst my flaws
The cerebral mask comes unglues
A victim displayed on your walls
Using darkness as perspective
Serving "black" when I meant "open"
A world which isn't adaptive
Muted on meadows of asphalt
Trees are meek, economical
Trading bark for symbols theatrical.
It doesn't fill the void, falls flat
An error-filled comedian
Faults in our green- evil machine
My conscience is a three piece suit
A convenience amidst my flaws
The cerebral mask comes unglues
A victim displayed on your walls
Using darkness as perspective
Serving "black" when I meant "open"
A world which isn't adaptive
Muted on meadows of asphalt
Trees are meek, economical
Trading bark for symbols theatrical.
#dark
#nature
#spiritual #universe
#spiritual #universe
44 reads
1 Comment
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