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91 Best Star Poems to Brighten Your Mind

In this article, we are going to share with you some of the best star poems to brighten your mind. Poets have used the stars for more profound and fascinating purposes than simply poetic embellishment over the years.

The black night sprinkled with thousands of stars that are infinitely far is maybe one of the most potent motivators of a poet in the star poems. When poets gaze towards the sky, they describe sentiments of companionship and comfort.

These dazzling spots of light have removed the creative block from not just poets, but also painters. It captured the attention of Vincent van Gogh. So we decided to compile a collection of poetry on stars.

Writing poem on stars with rhyming words using rhyming phrases isn’t about putting some words together to get some cute lines. It’s far more complicated than that. Writing poems about stars is a bridge that helps people to convey their emotions and make others experience every word they read.

Star poems are intended to teach people, to bring them away from hatred and toward love, away from violence and toward kindness and sympathy. So, without further ado, let us walk you through some of the inspirational poems about stars that we’ve selected for you.

Best Star Poems

It’s lovely to think that even in the middle of the night, we have a plethora of stars to guide us. Here are some of the best star poems that are sure to brighten your mind.

1. The stars are mansions built by nature’s hand

       by William Wordsworth

The stars are mansions built by Nature’s hand,
And, haply, there the spirits of the blest
Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest;
Huge Ocean shows, within his yellow strand,

A habitation marvelously planned,
For life to occupy in love and rest;
All that we see–is dome, or vault, or nest,
Or fortress, reared at Nature’s sage command.

Glad thought for every season! but the Spring
Gave it while cares were weighing on my heart,
‘Mid song of birds, and insects murmuring;
And while the youthful year’s prolific art—

Of bud, leaf, blade, and flower–was fashioning
Abodes where self-disturbance hath no part.

2. Bright Star

       by John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—

No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake forever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

3. Ah Moon – and Star!

       by Emily Dickinson

Ah, Moon — and Star!
You are very far —
But where no one
Farther than you —

Do you think I’d stop?
For a Firmament —
Or a Cubit — or so?
I could borrow a Bonnet

Of the Lark —
And a Chamois’ Silver Boot —
And a stirrup of an Antelope —
And be with you — Tonight!

But, Moon, and Star,
Though you’re very far —
There is one — farther than you —
He — is more than a firmament — from Me —
So, I can never go!

4. Stars, I Have Seen Them Fall

       by A.E. Housman

Stars, I have seen them fall,
But when they drop and die
No star is lost at all
From all the star-sown sky.

The toil of all that be
Helps not the primal fault;
It rains into the sea,
And still the sea is salt.

5. The Star

       by Hannah Flagg Gould

Ever beaming, still I hang,
Bright as when my birth I sang
From chaotic night,
In the boundless, azure dome
Where I’ve made my constant home,
Till thousand, thousand years have come
To sweep earth’s things from sight!

Mortals, I unchanging view
Every change that sports with you
On your shadowy ball.
All below my native skies,
Here I mark how soon it dies;
How your proudest empires rise,
Flourish, shake and fall!

Wealth and splendor, pomp and pride,
I’ve beheld you laid aside;
Love and hate forgot!
Fame, ambition, glory, power,
You I’ve seen enjoy your hour;
Beauty, withering, as a flower,
While I altered not!

Him, whose sceptre swayed the world,
I have seen aghast, and hurled
From his holy throne.
Monarch’s form and vassal’s clay
Turned to dust and swept away:
E’en to tell where once they lay,
I am left alone!

When I’ve been from age to age,
Questioned by the lettered sage
What a star might be,
I’ve answered not; for soon, I knew,
He’d have a clearer, nobler view,
And look the world of mysteries through
In vast eternity!

Mortals, since ye pass as dew,
Seize the promise made for you
Ere your day is o’er.
The righteous, says a page divine,
Are as the firmament to shine;
And like the stars, when I and mine
Are quenched to beam no more!

6. The Stars Above the Sea

       by Amos Russel Wells

Far, far away one mystery greets
Another vast and high,
The infinite of waters meets
The infinite of sky.

The stars are singing hymns of calm
Above the sea’s unrest;
Can ever that majestic psalm
Dwell in the ocean’s breast?

What far horizon dim and low
The sweet solution finds,
Where earth’s tumultuous yearnings know
The peace of heavenly minds?

And still the sky’s imperial grace
The tossing ocean mars;
We cannot see the meeting place,
But we can see the stars.

7. The Light of Stars

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The night is come, but not too soon;
And sinking silently,
All silently, the little moon
Drops down behind the sky.
There is no light in earth or heaven
But the cold light of stars;
And the first watch of night is given
To the red planet Mars.

Is it the tender star of love?
The star of love and dreams?
Oh no! from that blue tent above,
A hero’s armour gleams.

And earnest thoughts within me rise,
When I behold afar,
Suspended in the evening skies,
The shield of that red star.

Oh, star of strength! I see thee stand
And smile upon my pain;
Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand,
And I am strong again.
Within my breast there is no light
But the cold light of stars:
I give the first watch of the night
To the red planet Mars.

The star of the unconquer’d will,
He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
And calm, and self-possess’d.

And thou, too, whosoe’er thou art,
That readest this brief psalm,
As one by one thy hopes depart,
Be resolute and calm.

Oh, fear not in a world like this,
And thou shalt know ere long,
Know how sublime a thing it is
To suffer and be strong.

8. The Starry Midnight Whispers

       by Bliss Carman

The starry midnight whispers,
As I muse before the fire
On the ashes of ambition
And the embers of desire,

“Life has no other logic,
And time no other creed,
Then: ‘I for joy will follow.
Where thou for love dost lead!”

Famous Star Poems

The wonder that stars may inspire in our hearts is nearly impossible to convey, from the flashing of one to the brilliant sight of many. If you share my sentiments, here are some famous poems about stars in the sky that you might like. ‎

1. Star Light, Star Bright

       by Dorothy Parker

Star, that gives a gracious dole,
What am I to choose?
Oh, will it be a shriven soul,
Or little buckled shoes?

Shall I wish a wedding-ring,
Bright and thin and round,
Or plead you send me covering-
A newly spaded mound?

Gentle beam, shall I implore
Gold, or sailing-ships,
Or beg I hate forevermore
A pair of lying lips?

Swing you low or high away,
Burn you hot or dim;
My only wish I dare not say-
Lest you should grant me him.

2. Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star

       by Jane Taylor

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks, you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
‘Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

3. Evening Star

       by Edgar Allan Poe

Twa’s noontide of summer,
And mid-time of night;
And stars, in their orbits,
Shone pale, thro’ the light

Of the brighter, cold moon,
‘Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
Her beam on the waves.

I gazed awhile
On her cold smile;
Too cold- too cold for me-
There pass’d, as a shroud,

A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
Proud Evening Star,
In thy glory afar,

And dearer thy beam shall be;
For joy to my heart
Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,

And more I admire
Thy distant fire,
Then that colder, lowly light.

4. Go and Catch a Falling Star

       by John Donne

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the devil’s foot,

Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy’s stinging,
And find
What wind

Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be’st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,

Till age snow white hairs on thee,
Thou, when thou return’st, wilt tell me,
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear,

No where
Lives a woman true, and fair.
If thou find’st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage was sweet;

Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet;
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,

Yet she
Will be
False, here I come, to two, or three.

5. From Sunset to Star Rise

       by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
A sluggard with a thorn-choked garden plot.

Take counsel, sever from my lot your lot,
Dwell in your pleasant places, hoard your gold;
Lest you with me should shiver on the wold,
Athirst and hungering on a barren spot.

For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge,
I live alone, I look to die alone:
Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge,
Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back,

My heart goes sighing after swallows flown
On sometime summer’s unreturning track.

6. Star of The East

       by Eugene Field

Star of the East, that long ago
Brought wise men on their way
Where, angels singing to and fro,
The Child of Bethlehem lay–
Above that Syrian hill afar
Thou shinest out to-night, O Star!

Star of the East, the night was drear
But for the tender grace
That with thy glory comes to cheer
Earth’s loneliest, darkest place;
For by that charity we see
Where there is hope for all and me.

Star of the East! show us the way
In wisdom undefiled
To seek that manger out and lay
Our gifts before the child–
To bring our hearts and offer them
Unto our King in Bethlehem!

7. Helen’s Star Stone

       by John Hay

There was a red star stone, old poets feign,
Hung on the neck of Helen, the most fair
Of women, the world’s wonder; gathering there,
Dripped ever one bright drop of blood; like rain
That ere it fails blows into mist again.

The crimson gout melted to roseate air,
And that divine white bosom, proudly bare,
Of all the woe it cost bore never a stain.
So, you, serene and beauteous lady, rove

‘Mid throngs of luckless ones who gaze and die.
And not a tremor of heartbreak, not a sigh
Nor strangling sob of strong men whelmed in love
Avails your calm heart by one beat to move
Or dims the cloudless heaven of your eye.

8. To the Evening Star

       by Thomas Campbell

Star that bringest home the bee,
And sett’st the weary labourer free!
If any star shed peace, ‘tis thou,
That send ‘st it from above,
Appearing when Heaven’s breath and brow
Are sweet as hers we love.

Come to the luxuriant skies,
Whilst the landscape’s odours rise,
Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard,
And songs when toil is done,
From cottages whose smoke unstirr’d
Curls yellow in the sun.

Star of love’s soft interviews.
Parted lovers on the muse;
Their remembrancer in heaven
Of thrilling vows, thou art,
Too delicious to be riven
By absence from the heart.

9. A Star

       by Ernestine Northover

A star shone out so very bright,
Not just a little, simple one,
But one so special in our sight,
A new life had begun.

A star shone out so very clear,
Hung way up in a cloudless sky,
Over a stable, where a dear
Babe, heard a lullaby.
A star shone out so very bold,
Showing where this child was laid,
With a halo of the purist gold
Around his head, displayed.

A star shone out so very fine,
Leading us all to worship him,
One small human, pure and divine,
Our cup’s full to the brim.
A star shone out so very great,
Beaming down on that Christmas birth,
And bands of angels did cantillate,
Praising God across our earth.

10. Little Star

       by James Mills

A zillion miles of night
caress the little star.
One amongst countless
it shines, knowing only itself,
bravely blazing.

For it knows no other way.

A zillion years of light
burst from the little star.
Wished upon, sung to,
followed, all its’ shining life.

Little star. Little star.

Probing eyes lit on it;
photographed and spectroscoped it.
Analyzed; they deemed it -ordinary,
tagged it with a strange, forgettable name.
Pronounced it long ago
Dead.
Long ago dead, they said.
The little star,
dead.

Light in the night,
bright dreamy light,
white and a little blurred.
Dead? Absurd.

Something in us
may have died.
But
not our little star.

Short Star Poems

The stars glow brightly as the night becomes darker. And without these dazzling lights, our nighttime dreams will be forgotten. So, with the following short poems about stars, you may express your appreciation for stars. ‎

1. The Wishing Star

       by Claire Page

I see a wishing star up in the sky,
I start to make a wish upon that wishing star,
Which was so beautiful in my eyes?
but by the time I’d finished the wish,

The wishing star was starting to move away in the sky,
So, I dipped my eyes & turned away,
For someone else to have a wish,
On that wishing star.

2. For Beauty I Am Not a Star

       by Woodrow Wilson

For beauty I am not a star,
There are others more perfect by far,

But my face I don’t mind it,
For I am behind it,
It is those in front that I jar.

3. My Star

       by Robert Browning

All, that I know
Of a certain star
Is, it can throw
(Like the angled spar)
Now a dart of red,

Now a dart of blue
Till my friends have said
They would fain see, too,
My star that dartles the red and the blue!

Then it stops like a bird; like a flower, hangs furled:
They must solace themselves with the Saturn above it.
What matter to me if their star is a world?
Mine has opened its soul to me; therefore, I love it.

4. When the Shy Star Goes Forth in Heaven

       by James Joyce

When the shy star goes forth in heaven
All maidenly, disconsolate,

Hear you amid the drowsy even
One who is singing by your gate.
His song is softer than the dew
And he is come to visit you.

O bend no more in revery
When he at eventide is calling.
Nor muse: Who may this singer be
Whose song about my heart is falling?

Know you by this, the lover’s chant,
Tis I that am your visitant.

5. A Star

       by Emily Pearl

A star
Shining brightly by the moonlight
Like a flickering spotlight
Like the only one of its kind

On Earth I feel like a giant
Compared to a star
A star
A Star!

6. Night Star

       by Frank Bana

I saw a shooting star, a falling star tonight
All green and gold, a peacock tail
(Perhaps it was a satellite)
Anyway, it made a sign

Impressing the silent night upon me.
And I knew only that I loved you
That I was in love, that I love you –
All my knowledge deriving from that

I could be young and brilliant again
Upon the flight
Of falling full in love
And rising still, once more
To live beside the solemn sign.

7. Star of Life

       by Racheal Marie Bock

The star that surrounds me,
The star has gone away.
Can we look forward to seeing it again?
Is it death calling for me?

Is it light from up above?
No one knows except for me.
It’s hope and laughter crashing me down into the street.
I need you.

8. Star Boy

       by Pia Andersson

What kind of woman do you want?
Star boy?
My intellect was never strong enough
to keep you.

You could never understand
the soil, the grass wasn´t for you,
busy howling to the stars and the moon.
That map isn´t mine, Star boy.

Is independence really a virtue?
I can hear you howling,
as I´m laying in the grass.
I want to forget you,
but your fingerprints never left my body.

9. Fall of the evening star

       by Kenneth Patchen

Speak softly; sun going down
Out of sight. Come near me now.

Dear dying fall of wings as birds
complain against the gathering dark…

Exaggerate the green blood in grass;
the music of leaves scraping space;

Multiply the stillness by one sound;
by one syllable of your name…

And all that is little is soon giant,
all that is rare grows in common beauty

To rest with my mouth on your mouth
as somewhere a star fall

And the earth takes it softly, in natural love…
Exactly as we take each other…
and go to sleep…

10. Fallen Star by Tupac

       by Grace Pelt

They could never understand
what u set out 2 do
instead, they chose 2
ridicule u

when u got weak
they loved the sight
of your dimming
and flickering starlight

How could they understand what was so intricate?
2 be loved by so many, so intimate
they wanted 2 c your lifeless corpse
this way u could not alter the course

of ignorance that they have set
2 make my people forget
what they have done for much 2 long
2 just forget and carry on

I had loved u forever because of who u r
and now I mourn our fallen star

Aesthetic Star Poems

Who wouldn’t appreciate a one-of-a-kind reminder of how stars in the sky grins back at us at night? Consider how happy you become when you see even one star shine through the clouds on a very overcast night. It appears as though that one was brought out specifically for you to appreciate. Here are some aesthetic poems about stars.

1. The Stars and the Falling Dew

        by Hannah Flagg Gould

The sun, like a hero, whose chariot rolled
In glory, has reached the west;
And wrapped in his mantle of crimson and gold,
Has sunken away to rest.

The stars from the skies
Look forth like the eyes
Of Angels, the earth to view;
While timid and soft,
Their light form aloft,
Comes down with the falling dew.

The flowers, that, oppressed by the monarch of day,
Have bowing confessed his power,
Are lifting their foreheads, relieved of his ray,
To the cool of the evening hour.

And each holding up
Her emerald cup,
Her delicate draught to renew,
Their trust is repaid,
While their thirst is allayed
By the drops of the falling dew.

The birds are at rest in their own little homes,
Their songs are forgotten in sleep;
And low and uncertain the murmuring comes
From over the slumbering deep.

The breezes that sighed
Have fainted and died
In the boughs they were quivering through,
And motion and sound
Have ceased from around
To yield to the falling dew.

And gently it comes, as the shadowy wing
Of night o’er the earth is unfurled;
A silent, refreshing and spirit-like thing,
To brighten and solace the world!
As the face of a friend.

When in sorrow we bend—
Like a heart ever tender and true,
When darkness is ours,
To the earth and the flowers,
Are the stars and the falling dew.

2. The Language of the Stars

       by Martha Lavinia Hoffman

Ye brilliant orbs that deck the sky,
Shrouded in deepest mystery,
To thee my song I sing!
I long to know of what thou art,
Of this great universe a part,
I feel thy glory in my heart
While to the earth I cling!

I long to traverse thy bright spheres,
To stand above the flight of years
Remembering earth’s dark sod;
The terrors of the world defy
And tread the palace of the sky,
Singing of immortality,
And tell the world of God!

How wondrous is thy silent speech!
Unto my soul thy knowledge teaches
And tell me more of One,
Who formed thy glittering, gilded gems?
Who framed thy starry diadems,
Who all the golden glory bends?
Of the resplendent sun!

What numerous questions to me rise?
Whene’er I view the dazzling skies
Or muse on heaven’s dome!
O distant worlds, so far, so near,
What beings breathe thy upper air
And live within thine atmosphere,
And make thy realms their homes!

Tell me thou glittering evening star,
Tinting the western sky afar,
On heaven’s blue curtain traced;
Hast thou green fields and nodding flowers,
Rivers and hills and city towers?
Art thou a living world like ours
Or but a barren waste?

Mysterious questions, answered not,
With deepest meaning ever fraught,
Flooding this life below,
When rolling years, no more shall be,
When man shall find his destiny,
When time unveils eternity;
Perhaps, we then shall know.

The gracious Ruler over all
Who formed this changing earthly ball?
And spake a world from naught,
All of thy gems so rich and rare,
All of thy glories, dazzling fair,
With wondrous skill and loving care,
With His own hand hath wrought.

Earth, all thy myriad voices raise
To sing of all God’s wondrous ways
‘Till heaven’s high arches ring.
Lo, from the clouds Thy voice is heard,
The mountains tremble at Thy word,
The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord;
The stars Thy praises sing!

3. Stars and Starry Hearts

       by David Taylor

Hubble, bubble, distant stars
looking into darkness ohh so far.
Because that light takes time to travel
into cosmic history it dimly sees

when the universe was forming
the very first stars to be.
The beginning of lights first dawning
in those distant galaxies.

We only see what was there
in the time that meets our stare.
What is there right now?
No one knows for sure

until time unlocks the door.
Thinking time is fixed
and all we see is real
when it is history, that we see and feel.

Passing thoughts in starry dreams
with such wondrous diverse themes.
Peering into darkness
the only light that dispels the blackness

deep inside our hearts.
The essence of all that ever was
and will be in the all-pervading black
on which He writes our lifelong track.

4. The Stars Do Not Know That They Are Stars

       by Shalom Freedman

The stars do not know that they are stars
They do not know how violent they are-
They do not know they inspire human dreams
They do not know that they are more distant than they seem-

The stars do not know that they are stars
They do not know we do not see them as they are-
They do not know that trillions of transformations from now
They will not even be gaseous clouds.

5. If Stars Dropped Out of Heaven

       by Christina Georgina Rossetti

If stars dropped out of heaven,
And if flowers took their place,
The sky would still look very fair,
And fair earth’s face.

Winged angels might fly down to us
To pluck the stars,
Be we could only long for flowers
Beyond the cloudy bars.

6. When I Wish Upon Stars

       by M.L. Kiser

Stars glisten like diamonds,
in the blackness of a sky canvas.
in blue moonlight, little almonds
midnight eyes between the planets.

Constellations glimmer from pitch black,
ever wakeful among sky’s velvet curtains.
Ecstatic stars, of joy they’ve no lack,
they know not, misery or sorrow for certain.

I make my wishes upon those stars,
I know they hear my petitions of hope.
Perhaps my wishes will go quite far,
into the universe, they will float.

When answers arrive, in my joyous glee,
I’ll thank those stars with, abundant gratitude.
With bated breath I wait to see,
and elation, I’ll exude.

7. Heaven and The Stars

       by Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov

Brilliant heavens of evening,
Distant stars clearly shining,
Bright as the rapture of childhood,
O why dare I send you nevermore greeting–

Stars, who are shining as clear as my joy?
What is thy sorrow?
Mortals make question.
This is my sorrow;

The heavens and the stars are–heaven and stars ever,
I am alas! but a perishing man!
Forever mortal
Envies his neighbor;

I envy rather
Ye in your freedom, ye stars ever radiant,
And only would be in your places!

8. Shining Stars

       by Adelaide Anne Procter

Shine, ye stars of heaven,
On a world of pain!
See old Time destroying
All our hoarded gain;

All our sweetest flowers,
Every stately shrine,
All our hard-earned glory,
Every dream divine!

Shine, ye stars of heaven,
On the rolling years!
See how Time, consoling,
Dries the saddest tears,

Bids the darkest storm-clouds
Pass in gentle rain,
While upspring in glory
Flowers and dreams again!

Shine, ye stars of heaven,
On a world of fear!
See how Time, avenging,
Bringeth judgment here:

Weaving ill-won honors
To a fiery crown;
Bidding hard hearts perish;
Casting proud hearts down.

Shine, ye stars of heaven,
On the hour’s slow flight!
See how Time, rewarding,
Gilds good deeds with light;

Pays with kingly measure;
Brings earth’s dearest prize;
Or, crowned with ray’s diviner,
Bids the end arise!

9. The Lost Star

       by Rabindranath Tagore 

When God finished his work of creation
In the vast blue sky
All the stars began to shine.
In the milky way

With this new world in their front
All the gods sat in rows and began to sing,
‘O what joy! What perfection!
A great piece of music, in perfect rhythm –
These planets, this moon and this sun!’

But someone from the assembly
Suddenly told,
‘From this string of lights
A star seems to have fallen down!’

The strings of the lyre snapped
And the music came to a stop,
A quest began to find out
Where the lost star had gone.

Everybody said,
‘It was the star which brightened the heavens most
It was the biggest and the best.’

From then on has been going on
This quest for this star which has been lost
Day and night there is no rest.

Everybody says,
‘Among all the stars
We have got to find out
This particular star.

Without it the entire world has become dark.’
But in the dead of night the silent stars
Smiling silently say among themselves,
‘This search is useless
For all the stars are there!’

Love and Star Poems

Whether you want to be reminded of how lovely the night sky can be, or you want to share a special moment with someone by chatting about the stars, these love poems about stars will help bring your starry-eyed ideas to life. Share these poems about stars and love with your loved ones.

1. Guiding Star

        by Lisa Cresswell Wilkinson

Will you dance with me?
Will you set me free?
Will you love me true?
and I’ll be there for you.

Will you care for us?
Without any fuss
coz I’m in love with you
and you love me too

Will you stand by me?
Will you stay not flee?
Will you pray at night?
That I’ll see the light

Will we be forever?
Now we are together
You’re my guiding star
You know who you are

2. Star Gazing

       by Mark Bauch

I was staring at the midnight sky
Star gazing
I realized life and space is really
Amazing

overall breathless with universal
Devastation
Tonight, it’s a simply sky
But it will keep changing

Letting my mind grow beyond further horizons
Looking at constellations from Virgo to Orion
Shooting stars and burning galaxies
This universe isn’t filled with fallacies

It’s filled with nitrogen and hydrogen gas
Expanding it is, but how long will it last
We love to stare at it endlessly
But do we really appreciate its beauty

3. Star Light, Star Bright

       by Harley White

no arms
to break my fall

I wait
hollow-eyed
for sleep

silent sentry
in the jungle night
I lie cemented
in self

counting black holes
in space

were once
there were stars
to wish on

4. One Star

       by Sophia White

The sky is blacker than a bottle of ink
Spilled across a panther’s pelt
In the deepest, darkest cave.

There is no sound but Silence.
No music plays but Quiet
The very air has fallen still.

No beast moves, no bird takes wing.
No man breathes, no child sings.
Nothing is – but black.

But suddenly my eye can see
A single, solitary life afloat on the black.
One star.

5. Sonnet on A Star

       by Tamara Beryl Latham

If I could write a sonnet
on a star
Then bottle it and
toss it to the sea

Would it travel
to the corners of the Earth,
And echo there
the love I hold for thee? If I could write a sonnet

on the moon
Then bottle it and
toss it to the winds
Would it find your heart?

So, you may briefly know,
Where your love ends
Is where my love begins? If I could write a sonnet
on the sun

Then bottle it and
toss it throughout time
Would someone from a distant galaxy
Find no greater love

Then that was mine Yet, I cannot write a sonnet
on a star,
Nor moon, nor even on
the blazing sun,

Nor bottle words to send them
Where you are
Nor coerce our separate hearts
To beat as one and so my darling

You will never hear
The humble words of love
I wrote for thee
They remain encrypted,

tightly sealed
And yet they travel
on eternally

6. Save Stars

       by Deepak Manchanda

The shiny little stars that, our sky holds
Witness of every mystery which so far unfold
Stays awake and vigilant when even can’t be seen
Record the most dreadful but still looks so clean

No vacations ain’t travel, stands still until dawn
Guide our ways daily, when moon is even gone
See sins all the time, can’t even close their eyes
May break in smaller pieces, May all the time cries

Only one who loves can make a little difference
Because Star shines only, that very instance
You love and let star twinkle with joy in the night
Else world comes to an end if you ain’t hold this tight

7. The Stars Are with The Voyager

       by Thomas Hood

The stars are with the voyager
Wherever he may sail;
The moon is constant to her time;
The sun will never fail;

But follow, follow round the world,
The green earth and the sea,
So, love is with the lover’s heart,
Wherever he may be.

Wherever he may be, the stars
Must daily lose their light;
The moon will veil her in the shade;
The sun will set at night.

The sun may set, but constant love
Will shine when he’s away;
So that dull night is never night,
And day is brighter day.

8. When Stars Are in The Quiet Skies

       by Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton

When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look on the sea.

For thoughts, like waves that glide by night,
Are stillest when they shine;
Mine earthly love lies hushed in light
Beneath the heaven of thine.

There is an hour when angels keep
Familiar watch o’er men,
When coarser souls are wrapped in sleep;
Sweet spirit, meet me then!

There is an hour when holy dreams
Through slumber fairest glide,
And in that mystic hour it seems
Thou shouldst be by my side.

My thoughts of thee too sacred are
For daylight’s common beam;
I can but know thee as my star,
My angel and my dream!

When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look on the sea.

Space and Star Poems

Let us now go through some star and space poems. It’s difficult not to be moved by the stars and the vastness of space. If they inspire you, here is a chosen collection of poems about stars and space, and the cosmos itself that you might like. ‎

1. The Galaxy

       by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Torrent of light and river of the air,
Along whose bed the glimmering stars are seen
Like gold and silver sands in some ravine
Where mountain streams have left their channels bare!

The Spaniard sees in thee the pathway, were
His patron saint descended in the sheen
Of his celestial armor, on serene
And quiet nights, when all the heavens were fair.

Not this I see, nor yet the ancient fable
Of Phaeton’s wild course, that scorched the skies
Where’er the hoofs of his hot coursers trod;
But the white drift of worlds o’er chasms of sable,

The star-dust that is whirled aloft and flies
From the invisible chariot-wheels of God.

2. The Comet

       by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.

The Comet! He is on his way,
And singing as he flies;
The whizzing planets shrink before
The spectre of the skies;

Ah! well may regal orbs burn blue,
And satellites turn pale,
Ten million cubic miles of head,
Ten billion leagues of tail!

On, on by whistling spheres of light
He flashes and he flames;
He turns not to the left nor right,
He asks them not their names;

One spurn from his demoniac heel, —
Away, away they fly,
Where darkness might be bottled up
And sold for “Tyrian dye.”

And what would happen to the land,
And how would look the sea,
If in the bearded devil’s path
Our earth should chance to be?

Full hot and high the sea would boil,
Full red the forests gleam;
Methought, I saw and heard it all
In a dyspeptic dream!

I saw a tutor take his tube
The Comet’s course to spy;
I heard a scream, — the gathered rays
Had stewed the tutor’s eye;

I saw a fort, — the soldiers all
Were armed with goggles green;
Pop cracked the guns! whiz flew the balls!
Bang went the magazine!

I saw a poet dip a scroll
Each moment in a tub,
I read upon the warping back,
“The Dream of Beelzebub;”

He could not see his verses burn,
Although his brain was fried,
And ever and anon he bent
To wet them as they dried.

I saw the scalding pitch roll down
The crackling, sweating pines,
And streams of smoke, like water-spouts,
Burst through the rumbling mines;

I asked the firemen why they made
Such noise about the town;
They answered not, — but all the while
The brakes went up and down.

I saw a roasting pullet sit
Upon a baking egg;
I saw a cripple scorch his hand
Extinguishing his leg;

I saw nine geese upon the wing
Towards the frozen pole,
And every mother’s gosling fell
Crisped to a crackling coal.

I saw the ox that browsed the grass
Writhe in the blistering rays,
The herbage in his shrinking jaws
Was all a fiery blaze;

I saw huge fishes, boiled to rags,
Bob through the bubbling brine;
And thoughts of supper crossed my soul;
I had been rash at mine.

Strange sights! strange sounds! O fearful dream!
Its memory haunts me still,
The steaming sea, the crimson glare,
That wreathed each wooded hill;

Stranger! if through thy reeling brain
Such midnight visions sweep,
Spare, spare, oh, spare thine evening meal,
And sweet shall be thy sleep!

3. The Meteor

       by Hannah Flagg Gould

Ye, who look with wondering eye,
Tell me what in me ye find,
As I shoot across the sky,
But an emblem of your kind!

Darting from my hidden source,
I behold no resting place;
But must ever urge my course
Onward, till I end my race!

While I keep my native height,
I appear to all below
Radiant with celestial light,
That is brightening as I go.

When I lose my hold on heaven,
Down to shadowy earth I tend,
From my pure companions driven;
And in darkness I must end!

4. Maker of Heaven and Earth (All Things Bright and Beautiful)

       by Cecil Frances Alexander

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful,
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colours,
He made their tiny wings.

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
God made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.

The purple-headed mountain,
The river running by,
The sunset, and the morning,
That brightens up the sky;

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them everyone.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
We gather every day; —

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell,
How great is God Almighty?
Who has made all things well?

5. The Spacious Firmament on High

       by Joseph Addison

The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame
Their great Original proclaim.

Thundered sun, from day to day,
Does his creator’s powers display?
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;

While all the stars that round her burn
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though no real voice nor sound
Amid the radiant orbs be found?

In reason’s ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
Forever singing as they shine,
“The hand that made us is divine.”

6. Around the Sun

       by Katharine Lee Bates

The weazen planet Mercury,
Whose song is done,

— Rash heart that drew too near
His dazzling lord the Sun! —
Forgets that life was dear,
So shriveled now and sere

The goblin planet Mercury.
But Venus, thou mysterious, Enveilèd one,
Fairest of lights that fleet
Around the radiant Sun,

Do not thy pulses beat
To music blithe and sweet,
O Venus, veiled, mysterious?
And Earth, our shadow-haunted Earth,

Hast thou, too, won
The graces of a star
From the glory of the Sun?
Do poets dream afar

That here all lusters are,
Upon our blind, bewildered Earth?
We dream that mighty forms on Mars,
With wisdom spun

From subtler brain than man’s,
Are hoarding snow and sun,
Wringing a few more spans
Of life, fierce artisans,

From their deep-grooved, worn planet Mars.
But thou, colossal Jupiter,
World just begun,
Wild globe of golden steam,

Chief nursling of the Sun,
Transcendent human dream,
That faints before the gleam
Of thy vast splendor, Jupiter.

And for what rare delight,
Or woes to shun,
Of races increate,
New lovers of the Sun,

Was Saturn ringed with great
Rivers illuminate,
Ethereal jewel of delight?
Far from his fellows, Uranus

Doth lonely run
In his appointed ways
Around the sovereign Sun, —
Wide journeys that amaze

Our weak and toiling gaze,
Searching the path of Uranus.
But on the awful verge
Of voids that stun

The spirit, Neptune keeps
The frontier of the Sun.
Over the deeps on deeps
He glows, a torch that sweeps

The circle of that shuddering verge.
On each bright planet waits
Oblivion,
Who casts beneath her feet?

Ashes of star and sun,
But when all ruby heat.
Is frost, a Heart shall beat,
Where God, within the darkness, waits.

7. The Milky Way

       by Annette Wynne

Once there was a little dream
That mounted to the sky;
It rode upon a water beam
And climbed the star way high.

But when it wanted to come home
Along the silver track
The lights had all gone out, and O!
It never could get back.

And you may look now any night,
And see it if you will,
A gauzy milky veil of light,
That’s hanging up there still.

8. The Milky Way

       by Hilda Conkling

Down the highroad of the Milky Way
We go riding
On horses made of stars.
The clouds flit like white butterflies;

We are dry . . . we do not know it is raining
Upon earth.
Roses of opal and pearl
Sway back and forth in the musical wind . . .

Pine trees like emeralds hang . . .
A pheasant’s wing like a fan is spread . . .
White mountain-peaks gleam . . .
Purple and silver is the sunrise.

Quiet lakes shine along the Milky Way
Like mirrors you hang on cottage walls.
When I am asleep
This is what I shall dream.

Things can never really go,
They come again and stay.
When your thoughts are put on beautiful things
They come alive and stay alive
In your mind.

9. Big Dipper

       by Hilda Conkling

The Big Dipper spilled stars down over the roofs,
I felt the way the wind whirled stars
Over the town roofs. . ..
I felt the town asleep:

I felt people there in the great crisp dark.
When morning came in a waiver of light
There was a breath of change … all the dreams going away from the dreamers
As dreams do go away in the morning.

A ring of hills . . . one river . . . some streets
Make a design.
Stars make a design
And it is a Big Dipper

Or the Pleiades like a bunch of grapes. . ..
It is harder to say what the roofs mean:
I don’t know . . .
Maybe I’m not yet far enough
Away.

10. The Milky Way

       by Anonymous

Evening has come; and across the skies—
Out through the darkness that, quivering, dies—
Beautiful, broad, and white,
Fashioned of many a silver ray

Stolen out of the ruins of Day,
Grows the pale bridge of the Milky Way,
Built by the architect Night.
Dim with shadows, and bright with stars,

Hung like gold lights on invisible bars
Stirred by the wind’s spent breath,
Rising on cloud-shapen pillars of grey,
Perfect it stands, like a tangible way

Binding to-morrow with yesterday,
Reaching to Life from Death.
Dark shows the heavens on either side;
Soft flows the blue in a waveless tide

Under the silver arch;
Never a footstep is heard below,
Echoing earthward, as measured and slow,
Over the bridge the still hours go
Bound on their trackless march.

Is it a pathway leading to Heaven?
Over Earth’s sin-clouds, rent and riven
With its supernal light,
Crossed by the souls of the loved who have flown
Stilly away from our arms, and alone

Up to the beautiful, great, white Throne
Pass in the hush of night?
Is it the road that our wild dreams walk?
Far beyond reach of our waking talk,

Out to the vague and grand
Far beyond Fancy’s uttermost range,
Out to the Dream-world of marvel and change,

Out to the mystic, unreal and strange—
Out to the Wonderland?
Is it the way that the angels take?
When they come down by night to wake

Over the slumbering Earth?
Is it the way the faint stars go back?
Driven by insolent Day from his track
Into the distant mysterious Black

Where their bright souls had birth?
What may it be? Who may certainly say?
Over the shadowy Milky Way
No human foot hath trod.

Aons have passed; but unsullied and white,
Still, it stands, fair as a rainbow of night,
Held like a promise above our dark sight,
Guiding our thoughts to God.

Universe and Star Poems

When it comes to stargazing, the sky is the limit. When you look at a star millions of kilometers distant, your sight, your horizon, extends as far as the cosmos allows. And here is where the enchantment and inspiration for these poems about stars and the universe come from. ‎

1. Stars

       by Robert Frost

How countlessly they congregate
O’er our tumultuous snow,
Which flows in shapes as tall as trees
When wintry winds do blow! —

As if with keenness for our fate,
Our faltering few steps on
To white rest, and a place of rest
Invisible at dawn, —

And yet with neither love nor hate,
Those starts like some snow-white
Minerva’s snow-white marble eyes
Without the gift of sight.

2. A Star in a Stoneboat

       by Robert Frost

Never tell me that not one star of all
That slip from heaven at night and softly fall
Has been picked up with stones to build a wall.

Some laborer found one faded and stone-cold,
And saving that its weight suggested gold
And tugged it from his first too certain hold,

He noticed nothing in it to remark.
He was not used to handling stars thrown dark
And lifeless from an interrupted arc.

He did not recognize in that smooth coal
The one thing palpable besides the soul
To penetrate the air in which we roll.

He did not see how like a flying thing
It brooded ant eggs, and bad one large wing,
One not so large for flying in a ring,

And a long Bird of Paradise’s tail
(Though these when not in use to fly and trail
It drew back in its body like a snail);

Nor know that be might move it from the spot—
The harm was done: from having been star-shot
The very nature of the soil was hot

And burning to yield flowers instead of grain,
Flowers fanned and not put out by all the rain
Poured on them by his prayers prayed in vain.

He moved it roughly with an iron bar,
He loaded an old stone boat with the star
And not, as you might think, a flying car,

Such as even poets would admit perforce
More practical than Pegasus the horse
If it could put a star back in its course.

He dragged it through the plowed ground at a pace
But faintly reminiscent of the race
Of jostling rock in interstellar space.

It went for building stone, and I, as though
Commanded in a dream, forever go
To right the wrong that this should have been so.

Yet ask where else it could have gone as well,
I do not know—I cannot stop to tell:
He might have left it lying where it fell.

From following walls, I never lift my eye,
Except at night to places in the sky
Where showers of charted meteors let fly.

Some may know what they seek in school and church,
And why they seek it there; for what I search
I must go measuring stone walls, perch on perch;

Sure, that though not a star of death and birth,
So not to be compared, perhaps, in worth
To such resorts of life as Mars and Earth—

Though not, I say, a star of death and sin,
It yet has poles, and only needs a spin
To show its worldly nature and begin

To chafe and shuffle in my calloused palm
And run off in strange tangents with my arm,
As fish do with the line in first alarm.

Such as it is, it promises the prize
Of the one world complete in any size
That I am like to compass, fool or wise.

3. Sonnet 14: Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck

       by William Shakespeare

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck,
And yet methinks I have astronomy—
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearth’s, or seasons’ quality;


Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
‘Pointing to each his thunder, rain, and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find.


But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And, constant stars, in them I read such art
As truth and beauty shall together thrive
If from thy self to store thou wouldst convert;


Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
Thy end is truth’s and beauty’s doom and date.

4. Stars and the Soul

       by Henry Van Dyke

“Two things,” the wise man said, “fill me with awe:
The starry heavens and the moral law.”
Nay, add another wonder to thy roll, —
The living marvel of the human soul!

Born in the dust and cradled in the dark,
It feels the fire of an immortal spark,
And learns to read, with patient, searching eyes,
The splendid secret of the unconscious skies.

For God thought Light before He spoke the word;
The darkness understood not, though it heard:
But man looks up to where the planets swim,
And thinks God’s thoughts of glory after Him.

What knows the star that guides the sailor’s way?
Or lights the lover’s bower with liquid ray,
Of toil and passion, danger and distress,
Brave hope, true love, and utter faithfulness?

But human hearts that suffer good and ill,
And hold to virtue with a loyal will,
Adorn the law that rules our mortal strife
With star-surpassing victories of life.

So, take our thanks, dear reader of the skies,
Devout astronomer, most humbly wise,
For lessons brighter than the stars can give,
And inward light that helps us all to live.

The world has brought the laurel-leaves to crown
The star-discoverer’s name with high renown;
Accept the flower of love we lay with these
For influence sweeter than the Pleiades!

5. Star-Gazer

       by Louis MacNeice

Forty-two years ago (to me if to no one else
The number is of some interest) it was a brilliant starry night
And the westward train was empty and had no corridors
So, darting from side to side I could catch the unwonted sight

Of those almost intolerably bright
Holes, punched in the sky, which excited me partly because
Of their Latin names and partly because I had read in the textbooks
How very far off they were, it seemed their light

Had left them (some at least) long years before I was.
And this remembering now I mark that what
Light was leaving some of them at least then,
Forty-two years ago, will never arrive

In time for me to catch it, which light when
It does get here may find that there is not
Anyone left alive
To run from side to side in a late-night train
Admiring it and adding noughts in vain.

6. To a Star

       by Lucretia Maria Davidson

Thou brightly-glittering star of even,
Thou gem upon the brow of Heaven
Oh! were this fluttering spirit free,
How quick ‘t would spread its wings to thee.

How calmly, brightly dost thou shine,
Like the pure lamp in Virtue’s shrine!
Sure, the fair world which thou may’st boast
Was never ransomed, never lost.

There, beings pure as Heaven’s own air,
Their hopes, their joys together share;
While hovering angels touch the string,
And seraphs spread the sheltering wing.

There cloudless days and brilliant nights,
Illumed by Heaven’s refulgent lights;
There seasons, years, unnoticed roll,
And unregretted by the soul.

Thou little sparkling star of even,
Thou gem upon an azure Heaven,
How swiftly will I soar to thee?
When this imprisoned soul is free!

7. Stars

       by Jasmine Sanchez

The luminosity of their sparkle
Blind with devotion, concealed with adoration.
The innocence of their angelic light,
Shine with the boundless uncertainty
Of where they are to glisten next.

The purity of their bleached glow
Fill with the endless possibilities of beauty beyond our belief.
The simplicity of their navigation
Guide us through anguish we often begin to feel.

The delicacy of their gentle awakening
Enliven our sky with slight promises and the fascination of confusion.
The aspiration the beam lets off
Shows us the path to our capacious imagination full of desires.

The gleam of their twinkle
Darken with perfection, align
With daydream, and are matched flawlessly
With the unreality of our everlasting fantasies.

Star Poems for Her

Humanity has long gazed up at the night sky with a mixture of hope and respect. After all, if it weren’t for stargazers and constellations, we would never have left the comfort of our own homes to investigate and fall in love with the skies. If your spouse, girlfriend or crush likes stars, here are some star poems for her.

1. Sensual Silky Colors

       by CayCay Jennings

I have loved and been loved – I have shared ivory love bliss colors.
I have ridden sapphire airs of crimson ecstasy and touched silver stars.
I have felt gold, silky, lilac joy move and embrace my harlequin heart.
I have melted to tangerine delight caresses tingling my willing, fuchsia skin.

I have been lifted and turned and tossed – on sensual, erotic
waves that travel bold – through and between me

2. To love you upon my last breath

       by Silent One

When the last rain drop has fallen
and final word has been spoken.
When mercy is no longer our saviour,
remember, each time your heart beats,

with every sigh on the tip of your tongue,
my only wish was to forever love you,
stronger than the light that shone at sunrise,
warmer than the rays from that golden orb,

more powerful than the radiance of the moon
and with greater devotion than the stars

3. One Together

       by Carol Sunshine Brown

moon and stars above
warm summer night breeze blowing
arms wrapped around me
closeness makes my body weak

your breath, the warm breeze, I melt
our hearts together
beat now as one forever
till death do us part

4. This is Love

       by Silent One

Twilight’s aurora seems so perfect.

Lustrous shades of clementine,
caressing vivid violet visions.

Majestic moon enlightens,
as shadows come to life.

Flashes of light,
pierce through a black blanket.

Love wraps itself,
scintillating soaring spirits
to glide towards sphinxlike skies,
searching for secret stars.

Eyes glitter like sprinkles of stardust.
Lips blend like silent overtones,
adrift in romantic musings.

Hearts pacify in peaceful rhythms,
each beat an endless reminder
 
this is no mirage from a sweet reverie.

5. Nature of my Poetry

       by Silent One

Let us embrace
like twilight kisses the sun goodnight.
Indulge in hues of scarlet, crimson and lilac,
until the salutation of stars.

In the nothingness of silence,
our souls will whisper sweet symphonies,
as we flow with sensual tones of night.

Tenderness of touch will compose a concerto,
along the nakedness of your innocence.

I will hold you like a violin,
feel smooth sensations of your strings.
Pulsate like a passionate pianist,
caressing silky ivory and satin ebony keys.

Upon the first scent of dawn,
I will watch your heart sigh,
as you lay breathless in my arms –
and become the nature of my poetry.

6. Beauty Can’t Compete

       by Emile Pinet

When the last rays of sunlight start to die
scarlet flames burn the sky, as clouds ignite.
And while the birds roost, bats begin to fly
hunting down elusive moths in mid-flight.

Luna hangs high in an ebony sky
spinning dreams into beams of golden light.
And twinkling stars, like fireflies in the night
confetti the heavens, dazzling the eye.

Like gold filigree pinned to the darkness
swirling galaxies adorn the skies above
as shooting stars unzip the black of space.

Yet, Man stands unabashed in His starkness,
for cosmic beauty can’t compete with love
an emotion intrinsic to our race.

7. Fairytales and Love

       by John Rhinem

Clouds burst their rainbows amid the night….
Cascading showers in loves colorful lights
Glitter became the stars which filled the sky
Inside my heart and afore my eyes

Into my soul did they come to rest
Atop palettes of dreams; their dreams bequest….
What you knew and what I thought
Who I am and whom you’re not?

As time it tears this page so fair
Confetti streams, tis where I’ll find you there….

8. The Other Half

       by Tim Smith

I search the skies
for a signal,
a sign,
of hope, of trust, of promise
amongst the celestial beauty.


Is it in the setting sun?
that warms
like the giving of your heart?
Is it in the glistening stars?

that sparkle
like the twinkle in your eyes?
Is it in the comets?
that streak across the sky

like that smile streaking across your face?
Oh, it must be the half-moon
such beauty and grace
glowing for all to see.

For you are the other half
The one that completes me.

9. Goddess of the Night

       by Andrea Dietrich

Where Luna treads are silver threads, the wisps of clouds that slide
through sky of night, and shining white, they part so she might glide
serenely through dark twilight’s blue with slow and regal grace.
And to our world, with aspect pearled, she turns a beaming face.

She casts her glow on those below who love her mystery. . .
who reverence her as with allure, she dances on the sea?
The lovers sigh as by and by, the night fades into day.
And in their dreams, she softly gleams before she slips away.

10. It is Springtime in Heaven

       by Carol Sunshine Brown

It is now springtime in heaven
Sky is so blue…sun shining so bright
Beautiful flowers are everywhere
Angels are dancing…as the harps play

Here on earth…we scamper around
Sky is so blue…sun shining so bright
Beautiful flowers are everywhere
We are missing the angels in heaven

Angels are dancing…as the harps play
They await the day…as we do also
As once again we will all be together
Our mothers and us…in heaven above


Dedicated to: Our Mothers in Heaven
and her children who will be missing her
this weekend on Mother’s Day

To all of you who still have your mother here
on earth with you make sure she knows how
much you love her.

Star Poems for Him

People have gazed at the flashing of stars in the sky since the dawn of time. And, fortunately, many brilliant and lyrical brains have written and talked about them. We’ve compiled a list of the star poems for him to brighten your boyfriend’s or crush’s day. ‎

1. Call it love

       by Ken Carroll

The night it is barren
from inland to the sea
but I am the one who loves you
you are not alone.

Tonight, the sky is empty
stars fall in the sea
I am the light to guide you
do not wish to be alone.

If the world becomes deserted
all eyes you see are sad
I will smile for you
you will never be alone.
 
Sleeping I dreamed you
awake I keep dreaming
I dream because you love me
and I am not alone.

It is sometimes madness
a longing absentee
call it love
and we are not alone…

2. Angels in The Mist

       by Frederic Parker

A night tides talk amid this sea of Celestia’s stars
Silver wings trimmed in gold horizons brushing dreams
Wherein only love shall glow her gleam; dropping times pebbles
Into reverberating waters images circling reflections voices these branches…

The lightning strikes a distant chord; their rippling mirrors her refrain and notes 
As Autumn’s colours swept into hands gathering love’s petals; heart’s, silent no more.

3. A Kiss Remembered

       by Frederic Parker

Beyond fair reason, I shall think of you.
In fallen grass or gently flowered field.
To see each fleeting moment fade to blue,
With distant thoughts that I silently yield.

This memory to tremble ever soft,
A misty vision of a face once kissed.
I’m whisked to midnight skies and stars aloft,
A sheltered afterglow now reminisced.

The shadowed door with candlelight so still,
An empty chair with a fading silhouette.
Forgotten times in love’s unyielding will,
As flames to ashes trace two who met.

A hand that brushed a cheek to sooth,
A kiss remembered; years removed.

4. Whisper Soft into The Night

       by Tim Smith

Distant prayers echo through a lilac sky
light flickers brilliantly in angelic eyes
a yellow crocheted blanket falls to the floor
and a growing heart wink inside.

Kindness breeds kindness in a precious heart
and a kindred spirit lifts and flies free.
helping our fellow man in need 
forgiving selfishness and greed

Open up your heart and mind
another child feeds a hungry soul
for one who loves to love, the greatest
blessing of all, is seeing the one you love, love

Whisper soft into the night my dire want
let the rains wash down a growing grace
carry off grandeur into a sequel led estate
as a simple smile adorns a very humble face

5. This Night

       by Andrea Dietrich

I’m driftwood, and I’m floating out to sea
as sun descends upon my home – the grove
of trees whose fragrance still remains with me.
And likewise, heaven’s work of art, a mauve

surrounding me, now permeates my soul.
Warm water, in the twilight growing cold,
is rocking me. Beneath dark blue, a shoal
moves swiftly; overhead there will unfold

the myriad of stars in semblance of
a giant carousel in dimming sky.
Those stars that glitter for the grove I love
will glitter too for me, where here I lie

alone, enraptured. . . and I think I might
drift evermore, enveloped by this night.

6. Windswept Heart

       by Carolyn Devonshire

I always answer
Without hesitation
To adventure’s calls
Through waves that toss
Winds that batter
I survive squalls

On a sea of emotion
Alone I swirl
Feeling blue
My rowboat has two oars
Two benches
Shouldn’t it carry two?

Sky and sea
Speak of eternity
But they have each other
I would give all
Just to know love
And sail with another

7. His Life, His Love

       by Andrea Dietrich

Above a cloud, in soundless, still tumescence,
a goddess rests; below her is the sea.
A strip of it is rippling luminescence,
a path of light in night’s serenity.

A solitary boat now passes through
the lane of radiance.  One man regards
the sky and ocean, both a cobalt blue,
and ponders inspiration of the bards.

For what could man want more than such as this –
-the tranquilness of dark in Luna’s glow!
At times he longs to taste a woman’s kiss
though he embraced this life so long ago. . .

His gaze is fixed on her who shines above.
He chose the sea. . . and moon became his love.

8. Warm solar love

       by liam mcdaid

a soul orbits
looking into space
searching beyond
staring at
an orange full
cold moon
rising peacefully
into the sea of tranquility
floating air labored
softly gasping for breath
exploding stars
lights up
the sky

wrath of the sun’s light
bombards this earth
explosive fireworks
pulsing inside 

emotions erupt
bursting solar colours
feelings flare beautifully
flashing the beginning
of a strong orbiting cycle

magnetic crochet
strongly pulls
gently sewing together
embraces warm rays

kisses sweetly
with her soft fingers
weaving love deeply
blissfully into
one’s heart

9. Existence

       by Richard Lamoureux

awkwardly I dance
because I have two left feet
hard to find partner

I watch you dancing
it seems you have two right feet
let us share some shoes

will you follow me
for if we move together
dance will have purpose

you move fluidly
my feet provide the structure
made for each other

no limitations
with artistry and purpose
we dance with the stars

life is not boring
we live within the rhythm
music from heaven

God is our maestro
leading us too forever
in death we won’t part

Star Poems in English

Stars are enormous and night sky beautiful as well. However, when compared to something little, they appear much larger. Many star poems in English depict the immensity of the night sky, but the most successful ones also zoom in on something little and distinct to create contrast. Here are some poems for you to enjoy. ‎

1. To the Stars

       by William B. Tappan

Fair stars! upon the brow of night
Ye look, from yonder fields of blue,
Where ye, ‘mid melody of light,
Bright wheeling worlds! your way pursue.

Ye never tire, –pure diadems,
The marshalled sentinels on high,
Ye shine, and ever shine, the gems
That fringe the curtain of the sky.

Minstrels are ye–your early song
Followed the Voice Omnipotent,
When light and music flowed along
Over the spangled firmament.

Ye stars! if aught ’tis yours to know,
Beyond your own returnless bourne,
With pity have ye not below
Glanced on these vales where mortals mourn?

O, as I scan your nightly march,
Your anthems steal upon my ears;
As sprinkled o’er yon glittering arch,
Ye wake the music of the spheres.

‘Tis fancy! –yet the empyrean strains
Impart kind gilead to my breast;
They tell of brighter, fairer plains,
Where troubles cease, where pilgrims rest.

2. Constellation of Stars

       by Zala Ejaz

In the dark sky so vast,
The constellation of stars shines in contrast.
Around the glimmering moon,
Shaped like a squirrel, dragon or raccoon.

In the breezy silver night,
Their sparks spread light.
Above the earth and the land,
Over the sea’s foam and the desert’s sand.

The embroidered sky’s silver reflects in lakes.
Sparkling like snowflakes.
Why do stars hide under the grey lining of the clouds?
Why don’t they reach the ground?

3. Stars

       by Sara Teasdale

Alone in the night
On a dark hill
With pines around me
Spicy and still,

And a heaven full of stars
Over my head,
White and topaz
And misty red;

Myriads with beating
Hearts of fire
That aeon
Cannot vex or tire;

Up the dome of heaven
Like a great hill,
I watch them marching
Stately and still,

And I know that I
Am honored to be
Witness
Of so much majesty.

4. Song of the Stars

       by William Cullen Bryant

When the radiant morn of creation broke,
And the world in the smile of God awoke,
And the empty realms of darkness and death
Were moved through their depths by his mighty breath,

And orbs of beauty and spheres of flame
From the void abyss by myriads came, —
In the joy of youth as they darted away,
Through the widening wastes of space to play,

Their silver voices in chorus rung,
And this was the song the bright ones sung.

“Away, away, through the wide, wide sky, —
The fair blue fields that before us lie, —
Each sun, with the worlds that round him roll,
Each planet, poised on her turning pole;
With her isles of green, and her clouds of white,
And her waters that lie like fluid light.

“For the source of glory uncovers his face,
And the brightness o’erflows unbounded space;
And we drink, as we go, the luminous tides
In our ruddy air and our blooming sides:
Lo, yonder the living splendours play;
Away, on our joyous path, away!

“Look, look, through our glittering ranks afar,
In the infinite azure, star after star,
How they brighten and bloom as they swiftly pass!
How the verdure runs o’er each rolling mass!
And the path of the gentle winds is seen,
Where the small waves dance, and the young woods lean.

And see, where the brighter day-beams pour,
How the rainbows hang in the sunny shower;
And the morn and eve, with their pomp of hues,
Shift o’er the bright planets and shed their dews;
And ‘twixt them both, o’er the teeming ground,
With her shadowy cone the night goes round!

“Away, away! in our blossoming bowers,
In the soft air wrapping these spheres of ours,
In the seas and fountains that shine with morn,
See, Love is brooding, and Life is born,
And breathing myriads are breaking from night,
To rejoice like us, in motion and light.

“Glide on in your beauty, ye youthful spheres,
To weave the dance that measures the years;
Glide on, in the glory and gladness sent,
To the farthest wall of the firmament, —
The boundless visible smile of Him,
To the veil of whose brow your lamps are dim.

5. The Stars

       by Madison Cawein

These—the bright symbols of man’s hope and fame,
In which he reads his blessing or his curse—
Are syllables with which God speaks his name
In the vast utterance of the universe.

6. Summer Stars

        by Carl Sandburg

Bend low again, night of summer stars.
So near you are, sky of summer stars,
So near, a long arm man can pick off stars,
Pick off what he wants in the sky bowl,

So near you are, summer stars,
So near, strumming, strumming,
So lazy and hum-strumming.

7. O Radiant Stars That Shine Above

       by Andrew Blakemore

O radiant stars that shine above
And fill the evening sky,
Please offer me a sign of love
Or else just fade and die.

Cast down on me a beam of hope
To which I may now cling,
For lost am I and cannot cope
Glad tidings may you bring.

Shine on for me until the dawn
When sunlight shall appear,
I long to greet the rising morn
And see her standing here.

Within the stars my fortune told,
But as for now the night grows cold.

8. Stars Wheel in Purple

       by Hilda Doolittle

Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare
as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star
as bright Aldebaran or Sirius,
nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War;

stars turn in purple, glorious to the sight;
yours is not gracious as the Pleiads are
nor as Orion’s sapphires, luminous;

yet disenchanted, cold, imperious face,
when all the others blighted, reel and fall,
your star, steel-set, keeps lone and frigid tryst
to freighted ships, baffled in wind and blast.

9. Stars

       by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

Now in the West the slender moon lies low,
And now Orion glimmers through the trees,
Clearing the earth with even pace and slow,
And now the stately-moving Pleiades,

In that soft infinite darkness overhead
Hang jewel-wise upon a silver thread.
And all the lonelier stars that have their place,
Calm lamps within the distant southern sky,

And planet-dust upon the edge of space,
Look down upon the fretful world, and I
Look up to outer vastness unafraid
And see the stars which sang when earth was made.

10. Sometimes It Is Good to Gaze Upon the Stars

       by Pete Crowther

Cold winter night
Stars glitter
Like crystals of ice
High up above.

So far away they are,
So bleak their distant
Loneliness in all that vastness
Of the heavens’ emptiness

We find our minds recoil
As though we tried
To comprehend eternity;
It hurts, yet there they are,

The stars for all to see
Who will and though we may?
Not care to dwell
Too long upon them

Yet we thrill
To know that they with us are there
And like the sun and moon
Are not a dream but real.

Final Thoughts on Star Poems

We hoped that you liked our collection of poems on stars with rhyming words. The stars are gorgeous and ever-present, as they can be seen from wherever on Earth (and beyond). Given this, it’s not unexpected that stars frequently appear in literature, music, and other artistic expressions such as star poems.

How frequently do you gaze up at the stars? Which answers do you seek, stargazing? Everyone has their own motivations for doing so, but some brilliant minds have offered their ideas in the form of star poems to encourage us to live, love, and create.

Poems about stars help us comprehend and live our lives more passionately. We have shared a vast number of great star poems from all around the world, written by both ancient and modern poets, with you. You are free to read as many as you like and to contribute your own poetry in the comments section below.

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