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the punctuations start crumbling a soldier falls to coyotes this was their space a moon was sitting in waiting room inhabiting war at a defining moment it was a fatal attack from the guards impersonal ripping through the passions to
The yellow beaked vultures were waiting. A cloth bag contains the bleached remains; his father. Impeccable gift unmasked. After the inferno, hydrants went dry. The guilt survives the dispossession, pondering over the black dew now covering the pink roses. The
That yellow moon haunts me again and overleaps my sleep. I do not dare to walk in the graves of your eyes. The palace has broken. Mere suffering was not sufficient. You have to wince with pain for a crucified
In the steadiest motion few dainty butterflies Rose in the air, gave your eyes a big surprise You, enchanted, rubbed your hands to prepare For the hunt, your clever preys were but unaware Of the plans that in your cunning
It was a pearly sphere, Running in aimless circles, Glittering and radiating The wondrous rainbow colours, Upon the green floating leaf– Its home for a vanishing moment. Spurred by the wandering breeze, This gift of the Heaven , Played a
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I
A mythical apocalypse about life in Hell This is the crux of the matter, That the sinners will carry the cross of the master. Though it’s wonderful in hell, What has happened to Hell? is it a relaxable place? To
I laid across your heart like a bed. Secure, soaring through the air. Goodbye to the linen I left back at home. Stuck in an room. I felt at ease. My back falling splat into comfort. An endless supply of
Well and it’s once in a lifetime reinvention magic kinda like a secret superstition miracle of a the souls great salvation love found me just in time, the kind I thought I’d never find the kind that only happens once
You know how it feels? To be cheated in love By someone so close, someone so dear Who’s there in each thought, in every breath of life So much trusted and looked up to – Share joys wholeheartedly And to
Routine activities seldom add pages to the life’s file while human sentimental values take back stage When my daughter decided to re-settle abroad I felt happy for her taking the path of prosperity As the D-day of her departure neared
Running, searching, seeking, looking for that sign The one that says your welcome, please come inside The sign that says your wanted The sign that says your mine Running, searching, seeking looking for that sign A red rose resting on
When everything has gone still, piled in close, comes the terrifying march of my heartbeat, I remember I was seven and my body fit full length in the bathtub delicious game of climbing inside porcelain dry and water frigid from
For a knife, sharp is best, a good friend a valuable tool in your preparations epitome of confidence, hacker of haunches an extension of the hand and of the will however it keeps you at a remove, though those precise
Mountain road a staircase to the sky As the early morning mist tries to fly Like a maiden lazily awakens to the morning sun Amid dancing fluffy clouds looking for fun Mountain breeze that strangely never tires Whistling nonchalantly through
You are like red sea in a rough mood Excellence of your beauty makes you more rude Your innocence and youth make you more crude Fire of love makes your beauty more nude Your curly hair makes my heart up
You sweet little fairy, Why are you so angry? Why don’t you speak? Why is your rage on the peak? Why don’t you smile? You want my mobile! You flying butterfly, Why do you cry? Don’t waste these pearls, Like
Something in me has given way have not wept still, cannot seem to weep too something very elemental has gone missing.. Have missed folks before it would feel as if a part of me was missing, but this is different
Pain, why must you stay? I thought you would leave, In a mere day. Pain, I despise you, You consume my emotions, As stubborn as glue. Pain, we have known each other, For quite sometime, If I was a dim-lit
How has history harkened to he? Through time he has become older, And distorted years, too much they see: How a man once real, has become sold, His discovery praised, but his life forgotten. And he’ll pass so silently, In
A parallel pain walks with you when you split into space and time. You were too shy to die, to feel the anguish and bliss of death. Something inside you springs into a tree for a half-life. The search for
When I close my eyes at night there is darkness. When my eyes open in the morning there is light. I pray that the world will experience a brightness of fortitude where all men, all women, and all animals can
Glowing sea tries to touch the sky, again and again, As I appeal for your love even in inevitable constrain. Endless sea merges with sky far away from the earth, Just like our souls amalgamate with eternal love and mirth.
When it comes to communication, It is what connects humanity A strong bond that keeps the human race together So different, yet understood communicate orally, non verbally It will make sense, more meaning When spoken, learn it, or sign it
Conceived in love’s folded wings: I sit and watch him from the next table – fair-haired and impish, he swings his sturdy little legs. “Don’t fidget, darling! You’ll fall off your chair…” The words should have come from my mouth.
TTTD my split personality The voice that speaks through me My co-pilot of philosophy My creative side kick That knocks the worldliness Right out of me The expression of thoughts Deep down inside of me The motivation that sets my
Sometimes lurking in corner. Sometimes tumbling down endlessly, and sometimes with frozen smile immolating oneself before an idol to be. He danced imprisoned in a glass case whole life. Overcoming the pretentious inhibition to stand naked in dimlights of arguments.
The flickering light calls from across the disused railway embankment like a lonely beacon sending signals into the misty grey dawn. Quietly questioning a world still wrapped in strong arms of slumber. I consider sending an answer, would that I