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Klausyuer Oct 2024
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When the slumbering sun sinks beneath moonlit rays,
Stars twinkle like glistening ocean pearls in the midnight haze.

An ice-cold lemonade breeze whispers through trees,
Tingling my skin, as humans huddle in cotton sheets.
Wolves prowl free through the slumbering wood,
While cats stretch in streets, drifting like air.
Galaxies flicker, soft as fireflies' light,
Cascading dreams through the soothing night.

Shooting stars glide, painting rainbow trails,
Rivers of dreams flow upon Twilight's reverie.
Whispers of lullabies rustle through trees,
As crickets’ soft song carries on the breeze.

The moon, a silver sun, hums from above,
Its silky rays pat the earth,
Casting soft shadows in a dance that I love.
Each breath I take releases my lingering fears,
As the world holds its breath, still, in midnight’s sphere.
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Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
Trying to mimic the experience you get at night
Sora Oct 2024
The stars are tears
shed by the Universe,
as it yearns for an ounce of solace
in the vast, empty place above
where it's accustomed to survive,

Despite an obscure reluctance
we've all grown too familiar with--
burden heavy on its shoulders,

In spite of young children
wishing upon it every time the moon ascends,
revealing its ephemeral, yet foolish glow.
we're similar to it in more ways than one, are we not?
Erwinism Oct 2024
There is a constellation that knows you well, a piece of heaven that saw you take your first steps,
a clusters of stars that watched you fall asleep and hushed you when you dreaded the burst of darkness overhead.
They knew your story.
They sang your lullabies.
They fished out the moon out of the lake and washed off its impurities so you can hold soft light in your hands.
They braved the rabid bites of winter so they can fill your pockets with the sun.
They’ve always wanted you to sail North, away from the wasteland polluted with emptiness, upstream in a kayak, where the lakes sing your name.
Until like most stars, you dipped your toes in the pond and burnt out.
The stars they call you—reignite once again.
Erwinism Oct 2024
I have so often wondered why the rose in the yard kept being a rose when everyone else is a dandelion,
or why it would recite light when midnight is still in the land’s arms.

When the spring rages,
and the rain dry of its songs,
when the colors are famished
of their sky,
when the stars abed fail to rise,
this rose is unfazed.
ever flamboyant on the stage,
gliding gracefully on ebony ice,
this rose has a will of a cactus.
vDreams Oct 2024
If you were my Saturn,
I would give you as many rings as you want.
vDreams Oct 2024
You are my center of the universe,
You are my star that will never fade,
and I will stay with you forever,
even when storms come and you may seem lost to me
believe that I will find you again,
because you are the only one who keeps me alive.
vDreams Sep 2024
The only thing I want is to hold your hand until we jump into the darkness behind the stars ,where time stands still.
Robert Sep 2024
A million bright stars.
In your eyes, calling to me.
Within them I'm free.
Another short haiku (5 7 5)
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I believe we are all stars, and we grow and grow
And we expand until we must blow
And even the brightest, biggest stars in space
Must eventually go

And throughout time
We distance ourselves from our core when in our prime
So when the biggest stars explode, they cause a supernova
And they die to start a new lifetime
this is my 64th poem, written on 12/8/23
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